Whiskey girl, p.9
Whiskey Girl, page 9
Not yet. He still wasn’t ready. Her pussy leaked copious amounts of fluid, aiding him in the plan he’d hoped would work out even though he hadn’t had the foresight to collect a bottle of lube before sinking deep within her.
Before her body stopped quaking, Doug pulled his cock from her come-soaked pussy and lined the engorged head with the pucker of her ass. She made a mewling sound, pressing back against him. This time there was nothing slow or gentle about the way he took her ass. With the help of Ausha’s own fluids, he sank home in one long, deep, slow thrust.
She grunted in response but made no move to stop his wild invasion of her body, which he was utterly thankful for. Using her hips for leverage, he went deep and then retreated, pressing her cheeks wide so he could see how his shaft opened her up. The sight was lewd and hot as fuck. He wished she could somehow see herself the same as he did.
She whimpered and clawed at the bedsheets. Her knuckles were white, her toes curled in ecstasy. At least he hoped that was what she was feeling because it sure the hell was what he felt. Holding back the orgasm threatening to take hold nearly became too much. Doug could feel it pulling at his balls, drawing them tight, almost painfully so, against the base of his cock.
Reaching forward to bury his hand in the curly, soft strands of her hair, he tugged Ausha’s head back until her neck arched invitingly. From the position they were in, he couldn’t bite her and mark her the way he longed to do, but for now, just seeing her, eyes closed, mouth open as if to make another one of her sexy little sounds, was enough.
“I’m going to fuck you until you either come again or you beg me to stop. Your choice, darlin’, but those are the only choices for getting me out of this fine ass of yours.”
Doug liked the way she spread her knees wider, thrusting back at him. Her acceptance of his need to control in the bedroom only made the sex hotter. The woman was a firecracker and took as good as she got and then demanded more. He had a need to see her thoroughly exhausted, completely spent, his come leaking from every hole she had, and planned to spend the rest of the night personally working on the task.
“Come on, baby. I can feel you tightening around me. Show me how much you want my come in your ass.”
His words must have been what she needed to get there. An orgasm ripped through her body, sucking his cock deep in a viselike grip that was damn near painful it was so intense. A scream was torn from Ausha’s throat then cut off nearly as fast as every muscle tightened. He could feel the change beneath his hands, against the fronts of his thighs.
When her body finally stopped quaking, she lifted her upper body off the bed, changing the direction of his thrusts. “Oh God. I…can’t.”
Doug heard her panting little breaths, the way her words caught, felt the rippling of her ass all around his cock and knew she was close once again. She might not think she could, but he was positive.
With a hand in the center of her back Doug pressed her upper body back down to the bed. He was so close, it hurt trying to hold back. This time he would come with her, spill into her ass, marking her as his in a way that felt animalistic.
After the next thrust, he pulled completely out of her, spreading her cheeks as wide as they could possibly go before powering back home. There was no more long and deep. Instead, he braced himself, using her shoulders as leverage, then bucked forward, hard. The sounds she made went from calm and erotic to that of prey being taken, dark and intense, just like the woman herself.
“Oh fuck yeah, baby.” Doug was so damn close he had trouble keeping his eyes open.
On the next downward stroke he felt her fall apart around him, heard her muffled cries as she arched her back and tensed. It was all Doug needed to join her. His movements became wild, almost frantic. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so frenzied while with a woman.
He shouted his release, sinking deep, filling her, marking her in only one of the ways intended. Leaning against the bed, Doug locked his knees as his cock continued to pulse. Ausha sucked in a breath with every movement he made, every twitch of his cock.
As carefully as possible, Doug pulled his now flaccid length from her. She stayed as he’d commanded. Whether due to exhaustion or his placement of her, he didn’t know. Didn’t much care either as long as she continued.
Her body had taken him well. Red and slightly swollen, she would be sore tomorrow, for sure. “Stay like that while I turn on the shower.”
He ignored her grumbles and did as planned. When he came back, he couldn’t help but stop at the door. She remained as asked, ass resting on her heels, chest to the bed. Her face was turned to the side and covered by her hair, making it impossible to see if her eyes were open or not. His seed spilled from the once-again tight pucker of her ass, and that quick, he was hard again.
Poor girl, he thought as he crossed the room and lifted her into his arms. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter Ten
Ausha lay cocooned comfortably in her bed, thinking about the night before. The shower had been wonderful even if a little embarrassing. After all, if she was old enough to take it up the ass like a pro, she was surely capable of washing herself.
Just the thought of what they’d done, what she’d allowed Doug to do to her, made her body clench in all the right places. Considering how tired and pleasantly sore she was, it was amazing anything was responding at all.
When Doug moved, nestling up against her back, Ausha held her breath. It was morning and she had no doubt he would want to talk, something she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to do.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
He murmured the words against the nape of her neck. The warmth of his breath caused her to shiver slightly.
“How do you know I’m not sleeping?”
He laughed, and then with one hand rolled her until she was facing him. His cheek was smashed into the pillow, giving him a boyish look. Even though his eyes were hooded and appeared tired, he was wide awake and alert as always. Ausha wondered if he was ever truly relaxed and at ease. Like her, she doubted it was a luxury he experienced often.
“Because you answered me, silly girl.” He flicked the tip of her nose as if she were a child.
“You know what I mean,” she grumbled, landing a mock punch to his chest.
His smile disappeared. “You’ve been tossing and turning. I figured you would be awake soon enough.”
Ausha wanted to apologize for keeping him awake but knew it wasn’t necessary to verbalize. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. “Thanks.” Sometimes dreams made her restless. If anyone understood, it was Doug.
“So what were you thinking about?”
The man never gave up. He also wouldn’t take a nonsense answer, so Ausha decided to give it to him straight. “Thinking about last night, about how comfortable I am with you sleeping beside me.”
“Good.” He grunted, the sound one of pure male satisfaction. Ausha smiled.
The rest of what she was thinking could very well end up causing an argument so she really dreaded saying it and ruining what could be a great morning.
“And?” He quirked a brow, waiting.
“I know you’re going to want to talk. You’re going to want to help.” Ausha rolled her eyes dramatically. “And you’re going to bully me until it all happens.” She sighed then, rubbing a hand across his chest and over the sensitive peak of a round, flat nipple in hopes of tempting him. “I just wanted to spend a nice morning in bed.”
She watched as Doug levered himself up on to one elbow, resting his head in the cradle of his hand. With the other, he grasped her wrist, stopping her hand mid-stroke.
“Sounds like a great idea, darlin’.”
“It does?” Ausha began to get excited.
When Doug leaned over to kiss her, Ausha met him halfway. He didn’t close his eyes the way her ex had. Instead, he gazed deep, until their lips met, when she was forced to close her eyes and feel every sensation his mouth offered.
“Sure,” he replied as soon as their lips drifted apart. “But it’s not going to happen today.”
With that he rolled over and climbed from the bed. Ausha flopped onto her stomach, grumbling about mean-ass men.
“Only when I have to be.” Ausha yelped and nearly jumped out of her skin when he swatted the bare flesh of her ass. “Now get out of bed and come give me a shower.”
Now that was something she could do and thoroughly enjoy. Climbing from the bed, she was uneasy about looking around her room, the changes Doug had made to it. Unless she wanted to walk to the bathroom with her eyes closed, she wasn’t left much of a choice though.
Pictures she hadn’t seen last night covered the walls. Some were of Lauren. Her little girl’s toothy grin stared back at her as she passed the closet. Ausha waited to experience the devastating loss of her daughter’s death all over again. She waited for it to hit, to bring her to her knees, figuratively if not physically, but it didn’t happen.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Ausha stared at the picture. She couldn’t remember under what circumstances it had been taken. Had it been a happy day? It bothered her a little she couldn’t remember, but otherwise, besides missing Lauren the way she was sure she always would, all Ausha felt was happiness at once again seeing the smiling face of her beautiful baby.
“How could I have put you away and forgotten, baby girl?” There was a catch in her throat as she fought back threatening tears. “Mama’s sorry.” She reached out a hand to touch the frame. “You’ll always be a part of me, Lauren. I’ll never forget you.”
The feel of Doug’s hands were heavy on her shoulders, squeezing, comforting. “You needed the time, darlin’. She knows and understands.”
Turning to look up at him, she couldn’t help but ask, “You really think so?”
Doug had a pensive look on his face. Head tilted to the side as he looked first from her then to the picture of Lauren and back to her again. He pulled her into the steel bands of his arms. She felt the nod of his head before he spoke. “Yes, I do.” He moved her back then, far enough away so he could look into her face but not so far he needed to release her arms. “She also knows you’re ready to move ahead now, ready to be happy and to once again have a life.”
“I hope so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as Doug led them into the bathroom.
Steam already filled the small space, fogging the mirror and creating a room void of the troubles of the outside world. For a little while it was a place where Ausha could pretend things were all peaches and cream.
Doug followed her into the shower. Pressing her back into the hot torrent of water, he proceeded to rub his hands all over her body. It was a very different experience than last night’s shower. Their purpose then was to get clean. This morning, however, it seemed he needed to touch, to connect in a quiet and deeply intimate level.
Ausha had no doubt it would lead to sex of some sort, but right now, this very second, the way he touched her felt amazing in a way that went straight to her heart and had absolutely nothing to do with fucking.
When he had her covered from neck to toes in the thick, foamy lather of her body wash, he reached for the shampoo she favored.
“Turn around and tip your head back.”
When she opened her mouth to speak, he held a finger to her lips, his brows drawn together. He shook his head, a warning to be quiet. “Just do it, darlin’.”
Ausha did, thankful for his tender treatment. With her back to him, she groaned in delight as his fingers massaged her scalp. “Oh that feels so good.”
His fingers rubbed against her scalp in circles, causing some of the stress she’d been harboring to wash away with the soap suds. Once her hair was rinsed clean, Ausha attempted to turn, to no avail.
“Your turn now. I want to wash yours.”
Doug kissed her cheek as he began to massage her shoulders. “Thanks for the gesture, darlin’, but I’m not done yet.”
At that very moment Ausha didn’t care if he ever got done. As far as she was concerned, he could keep his hands on her until doom’s day. His thumbs dug deep, attacking the knotted muscles, causing pain but not so much that she wanted him to stop.
About the time Ausha thought she might slip into a coma, he stopped. “Wash me, baby. I want to feel your hands all over my body.”
Ausha grabbed her bottle of body wash then chuckled as Doug wrinkled his nose. “I’m going to smell like a girl.” The disgruntled tone of his voice only made her laugh louder. She didn’t think there was anything on Earth that could make the man standing before her smell like a girl.
Leaning forward, Ausha placed a hand over the semi-rigid length of his erection. “I promise I won’t get you mixed up with anyone female.”
His pupils dilated at her touch, his cock growing more erect. “Minx.”
She felt a bit vixenish. It came as a shock that she was thoroughly enjoying the freedom to laugh and have fun. It helped that he wasn’t pressing her to talk about anything major for the moment.
After their shower, Doug began dressing, already regretting their carefree morning would soon come to a crashing halt. He enjoyed their shower and Ausha’s frustration when he wouldn’t let her do more than wash him. Of course, the tease had frustrated him as well. His dick still stood at full mast waiting for action that was not going to take place until much later. It was his hope that getting her revved up and then making her hold off would keep her mind busy until they were ready to leave.
“You don’t go into work until this evening, right?” He asked the question, making sure his plans would not interfere with anything.
Ausha nodded. “Jeff’s opening today. What time do you have to go in?”
He was nervous as hell about the decision he’d made, but there was nothing to do about it except follow through. “In about an hour. I have someplace I want to take you though.”
She must have caught on to something in his tone. While pulling on a pair of jeans, she turned toward him. “Sounds ominous.”
He kept his gaze steady on her and hoped like hell it was reassuring. “Doesn’t have to be.”
A low grumble of displeasure left her mouth, which appeared to be pinched with anxiety, leaving her lips flat instead of full and lush the way he preferred. “Tell me.”
The good mood they’d shared dissipated into thin air, leaving a thick feeling of discomfort in its wake. She was going to be pissed the fuck off, that much Doug already knew.
Doesn’t matter, he reminded himself. She needs this, has shown she’s ready even if she’s not always willing to take the first steps herself.
God please let him be right. To Ausha he said, “Finish dressing and I’ll show you.” Doug didn’t give her the chance to argue with him as he threw on the rest of his clothes from the day before and went out to his vehicle where he collected the spare set of clothes he kept in his trunk.
When they were both dressed and ready, he ushered her toward his truck. “I need my car.” She was going to give him grief for every little thing until she knew what was going on and where they were headed.
“No, you don’t. I’ll pick you up after I get off work and bring you home.”
Her upper lip lifted in a snarl. Doug was sure she would have blasted him with a crap load of profanity had he not pinned her with a warning stare that spoke volumes about how sore her ass would be if she kept it up.
“Fine,” she huffed. He was sure he heard something about saving her from stubborn-ass men after that, but chose not to acknowledge her fit of pique.
The drive was quiet in an uncomfortable sort of way. Ausha kept glancing over at him as if he’d sprout horns and wings any second. Doug hated it when she retreated in the untrusting, unsure shell of her old self. He wanted to see her smile and hear her throaty laughter. It didn’t even matter that she wore all black and could drink most men under the table with her love for Jack Daniel’s, she was a perfect match for him.
When Doug couldn’t handle the silence anymore, he pulled over to the side of the road. “Unfasten your seat belt and scooch over here close to me, darlin’.”
Ausha stared at her hands but made no move to do as he’d asked. Stubborn little piece!
“Come on and do as I said. You know you want to cuddle up next to me.” He reached across and tugged the shoulder strap until she turned her glaring eyes toward him.
“You are so damn bossy!”
“I’ve been told that before.” Once she was settled and buckled back in, he gathered her close. “See now. Isn’t that better?”
Doug knew by the way she looked at him that her response was not going to be nice. Instead of allowing her to relieve her fear and stress on him, which would make her feel guilty, he kissed her.
Their kiss was long, slow and very, very thorough. He skimmed every nook and cranny of the dark, warm recess of her mouth with his tongue, nipped with his teeth and sucked with his lips. She tasted sweet even when she was being ornery.
When they pulled up to the town hall building, which stood across the street from Malone’s, he felt Ausha relax against him. Doug hated with a passion he was the one who was causing her so much anxiety now. He had to believe in the long run it would be well worth it.
“But I don’t have to be in to work until later.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
“Then why are we here?” He could hear the nervousness in her voice again.
Doug placed a finger under her chin, making sure he had her complete and undivided attention. “They hold meetings here.”
Ausha backed away from him, turning on the seat until she was facing him fully. “What kind of meetings?” Her voice was nearly a whisper.
Not letting go of her hand, he explained. “The type that help people deal with grief, darlin’.” He ignored her sputter of outrage and continued on before she became too worked up. “Being such a small town, Memory doesn’t have much in the way of groups like this. Marjory Lincoln comes to town a couple of times a month to hold support-group-type meetings for people dealing with stuff in their lives. She’s a grief counselor and has been for a long while.”
