Content Advisory: Erotic
“What are you doing here, Rena?” He wiped the bar with a white hand towel. His white t-shirt fit snug, showing off a well toned but not overly muscular body.
“Hello to you, too. I see not much has changed.” She slid onto a barstool and put her purse on the counter. “Aren’t you supposed to take my order?”
He didn’t answer but set a glass down and filled it with Maker’s Mark.
She slid a twenty across to him and looked around the mostly empty room. The Trading Post wouldn’t be hopping until Friday night when there would be standing room only.
He pushed the money back and his face softened. “You know your money is no good here. How have you been?”
Rena sipped the gold liquid in her glass. “I’ve been okay. How about you?”
“Not bad. What brings you back this time?”
She laughed. “You know this is home base, babe. I always come back.”
Rena had been leaving her hometown and coming back since she graduated high school. She’d been leaving Mitch Callahan and coming back to him for the last ten years. She took his virginity the summer after ninth grade. She fully expected that one of these times, he’d be engaged or a have a girlfriend when she returned.
So far, her timing had worked out and she could come home and fall into his arms until she had to go again. Rena never made any promises and he never asked for any. The situation was understood. He wasn’t obligated to wait for her and she wasn’t obligated to come back.
He smiled, revealing the dimples that melted her heart and her panties. “Need a place to crash tonight?”
She’d been with a lot of men. She fucked for gifts, for a place to sleep and for fun. They were all meaningless sins of the flesh. Only Mitch made her feel something more than the physical pleasure. She could let herself go completely with him.
She bit her lip. “If you’ll have me.”
“You know I can’t say ‘no’ to you.” He leaned across the bar and kissed her lips.
“Why are you so good to me, Mitch?”
“You know the answer to that.”
Looking down at her glass, she swirled the bourbon and took a deep drink. She knew he loved her. He’d have to, to put up with her.
“Are you closing tonight?”
He looked at his watch. “No. Ken is closing. I can leave in thirty.”
“What’s new? Catch me up on the haps?”
“Not much to tell. You know how it is. Greg and Jamie are getting a divorce.”
“Really? That’s too bad.” She downed the last of her bourbon.
He told her about the new fountain at city hall and the recent spike in car thefts; things that were a big deal in a small town. Then he rounded the bar and took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Rena hopped off the stool and walked beside him. “I missed you,” she whispered in his ear.
He looked down at her. “Ditto.”
She followed him in her car and parked behind his truck. His house felt like home to her even though she declined his offer of a key and never stayed for more than a week at a time. She opened her trunk and he picked up her suitcase and carried it inside.
His house always smelled like aftershave, like him. That familiar clean scent. She closed her eyes and inhaled.
He put her suitcase on the couch and turned the kitchen light on. “Are you hungry?”
“A little.” She smiled and took her jacket off. Hanging it on the back of a dining room chair, she walked across the room and joined him by the refrigerator.
“Sandwich?”
“Sure.”
He knew what she liked. Turkey and cheese, dry. They sat at the table and ate quietly. He put their dishes into the dishwasher.
They picked up right where they left off before her last hiatus. He led her to the bathroom and pressed her back to the wall. His hands slid up the back of her blouse and unhooked her bra.
She unbuttoned the front of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders and he slipped her bra down her arms.
“Jesus, I really did miss you.” He lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking her already hard nipple into his mouth.
She inhaled and ran her fingers over his head, through his short brown hair.
He unzipped her pants and pushed them down her legs.
She stepped out and pushed him back, ripping his shirt over his head. His pants came off and they were a tangle of limbs. He lowered her to the floor and crawled between her thighs. His eyes narrowed while he stared at her face.
She knew that look. It was always the same the first time after she returned. Hard, fast, primal. A reclaiming.
Mitch pushed her legs open and slipped two fingers inside her, priming her for his thick cock. He kissed her hard while his thumb massaged her clit.
Her pussy dripped in anticipation. She needed him insider her. “Now, Mitch. Please,” she implored.
Removing his hand, he angled his body between her thighs and drove his cock deep inside her.
She gasped, grabbing his shoulders. Nobody took her body and soul like Mitch could.
He held her hips and thrust into her with marked deliberation.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. Only with him could she completely drop her guard and let him have all of her. And that was what she missed; what she searched for but never found.
His breath hissed through his teeth as he bit her neck. His hands slid up her body and along her arms where he locked his fingers with hers.
Her chest tightened with every beat of her heart. She turned her head to the side. Every nerve ending in her body hummed.
Mitch plunged hard into her and his cock throbbed, spilling his warmth.
Her breath hitched and her body shuddered beneath him.
He touched her chin and turned her face toward him. He kissed her lips. “I’m glad you’re here, baby.”
“Me, too.” She tried to smile.
*****
Rena woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. Stretching her body, she rolled out of bed and pulled his t-shirt over her head. She didn’t bother looking for her panties. The shirt hung to her knees anyway. She padded into the kitchen and he handed her a cup of coffee.
“Thank you.”
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, removing strips of crisp bacon from a pan and placing them on a plate covered by a paper towel. Another plate already held a pile of steaming scrambled eggs. He carried both to the table.
“Yes. I always do when I’m here.”
He scooped food onto a plate and slid it in front of her. “What about when you’re not here?”
“Not so much.” She sipped her coffee and picked at her food.
“Don’t leave again.” He kept his eyes on his plate. “Stay.”
“Why? Why do you want me?”
“I love you, Rena. I have since ninth grade.”
“But, why?”
“Because I know the real you.”
After breakfast, Rena rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher.
Mitch moved in behind her. He lifted her hair up and kissed the back of her neck.
She put the last plate in the dishwasher and closed her eyes.
His hand slipped under the t-shirt and trailed up the back of her thigh. He turned her to face him and pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. Picking her up, he carried her to the table and placed her on the edge. Mitch knelt between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. His soft lips closed around her clit and he sucked gently while slipping a finger inside her.
She gripped his head, her orgasm instantly building. The muscles in her legs tightened, curling her toes.
He moved his finger faster, curving it up to stimulate her G-spot. His other hand caressed her breast, pinching her nipple.
“God, baby.” Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Time stood still and her body contracted. Her pussy clenched on his finger and her clit throbbed between his lips.
Before the contractions stopped, he stood up and unbuckled his pants. Taking his thick cock in his hand, he guided it to her wet pussy. He pushed inside her slowly.
She whimpered and reached for him, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him.
He pulled out and slid back in, repeating the motion over and over until his balls slapped her ass with every thrust. His tongue darted into her mouth, licking across her teeth. He cupped her breast and squeezed it hard.
She didn’t want the kiss to end. In that moment, the connection felt like life support. If Mitch pulled away she would flat line. Her heart would stop. She would die.
Is this what love feels like?
The feeling that I won’t be able to draw a breath if he’s not connected to me?
My blood will no longer rush?
My eyes will no longer see?
She imagined how he must have felt every time she walked out the door. Tears stung her eyes and her throat burned.
His body tensed over hers and he looked at her face. “What’s wrong?”
She stared at him, unable to find her voice.
“Are you okay?” He smoothed her hair away from her face.
She nodded. “I love you, Mitch.”
His lips parted and he blinked. “What?”
“I love you. Tell me to stay,” she whispered.
“Stay,” he replied. “For good.”
“I will. I’m finally home. For good.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on October 23, 2011!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
God Melissa you've outdone yourself. That ending. I've got a lump in my throat. I know Mitch; I know him well.
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