Page 43 of Bad Call
“Close,” I reply, popping a shoulder nonchalantly. “It’s not wooded.” She rolls her eyes playfully, reaching over and weaving our fingers together on the center console. Soft music plays through the speakers, giving me something to focus on other than the sound of my own pulse as I pull down the long, dirt road that leads to a secluded beach. I wanted this night to be perfect for Stella, so breaking into a public one wasn’t an option. I couldn’t risk being caught trespassing after hours. Luckily, Austin knows a guy who owns a vacant house right on the lake, so I rented it for the weekend. That way, we can enjoy our wedding night away from anyone who may not want to hear all the ways I plan on making my wife scream for me.
“What is this place?” she asks, looking out the window as I come to a stop, shift the truck into four-wheel drive,and continue onto the sand. She whips her head my way, waiting for an answer with worry written all over her face.
“Relax, Wild Girl,” I reply. “I promise, we have permission to be here. I just wanted to bring you somewhere special tonight. It’s not exactly what we’re used to, but I think you might like it all the same.” She sits back, obviously happy enough with my answer, while I find the perfect spot and throw my truck into park.
“Stay here, okay?” I say. “Just for a second.” She nods her head in understanding as I hop out of the cab and rush to the bed of the truck. There’s a chill in the air, causing me to shiver slightly as I pull down the tailgate and climb up. I was warned about the fickle weather in Ohio when I arrived, but I really wasn’t prepared for thehot one day, freezing the nextforecasts. I thought last fall was bad enough, needing a hoodie in the morning and sweating my ass off by noon, but spring has proven to be just as indecisive, which is why I came prepared tonight.
Spreading out the copious amount of blankets I brought, I make a perfect, cozy place for us to lie before opening the cooler and carefully pulling out what I need. A cold breeze swirls around me, and for a moment, I think we may have to move the entire thing into the house. But I’m bound and determined to pull it off, so I finish up, hop to the ground, and walk to the passenger side to collect my bride.
“Ready, baby?” I ask.
“I guess,” she sasses. “For what, I have no idea, since you’ve been so secretive.” I huff a laugh, sliding one hand behind her back and the other under her knees before lifting her into my arms. I press wet, sloppy kisses all overher cheek and neck, eliciting high-pitched giggles as she kicks her feet in faux protest. As soon as her ass hits the tailgate, she takes in the setup, a big, bright smile blooming across her face.
“Em,” she breathes. “It’s just like our first wedding night.” She continues scanning her surroundings as I climb up beside her, her bottom lip pushing into the cutest little pout as soon as she settles on the most important part.
“It’s a crappy grocery store cake,” she whines, her eyes shining with emotion. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
I shake my head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “How could I forget? This was our plan, Stell. Even though we’ve been through so much, we’re still those same eighteen-year-old kids who had the biggest dreams of a life filled with love. We might’ve missed a few years, but this is exactly where we’re supposed to be tonight—in the back of my truck on the beach, feeding each other shitty vanilla cake just like we imagined.”
Tears fall down her cheeks, so I lean in, wiping them away before taking her mouth in a soft kiss. I drag my tongue along her bottom lip, and she opens, granting me access to taste her sweetness. She whimpers quietly, the sound mixing with the water that laps along the shore, every nerve ending in my body lighting up as she deepens the connection even further.
Suddenly, the only thing I can think about is the heaven between her legs. I pull back, moving everything out of the way so I can get closer to my girl. Kissing her again, I run my hand up her waist, the satin material of her wedding dress soft against my calloused palm. Her inhalesbecome tighter—more labored—the longer we make out, until the torture becomes too much for us both and my hand begins its descent. Finding the edge of the tulle skirt, I drag it up her thighs, ghosting my fingertips along the sensitive skin and causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. Thankfully, the sides of the bed are blocking most of the breeze, so it’s not nearly as chilly as it was out in the open as I find her panties and press against the wet spot in the center. She’s soaked already, her pussy preparing to be stretched open and worshiped all night long.
“Fuck, Stell,” I rasp, rubbing circles over her engorged clit through the fabric. She bucks up in search of more, making my cock weep behind the zipper of my dress pants. “Does this pretty little cunt need some attention? Because I’m starving, and there’s only one dessert in this truck that I want melting on my tongue right now.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Please eat it.”
Not having to be told twice, I undo my pants, because as soon as I taste her, I’ll be ready to blow. I’m already in pain as it is with how hard I am, and it’s only going to get worse. I’m desperate, my mouth watering uncontrollably as I throw her dress up, settling between her parted legs. I can smell her arousal the second I drag her panties down her legs, stuffing them into the pocket of my pants for safekeeping—not that I’m ever giving them back.
“Look at this gorgeous little hole,” I say, skimming the pad of my thumb through her slit as I lower my head. I lave soft licks against the inside of her thighs, dragging my tongue inward and nipping at the puffy skin around the outside of her pussy lips. By the time I press my mouth toher warm center, she’s practically grinding into my face with desperation.
“Em,” she whimpers as I tease the swollen, sensitive flesh. “I need you.Fuck. Make me come.” The sound of her begging does me in, and I lunge forward, sucking her clit into my mouth, hard. Her hands shoot to my hair, thighs beginning to quake already as they tighten against my ears. But I don’t let up, punishing the sensitive bud with my tongue. I pry her legs wide, not giving her a moment of reprieve as I pull her orgasm to the surface. I can feel her get harder, more swollen with every tug of my lips, her moans turning to screams as the release she was pleading for moments ago barrels toward her like a freight train.
“That’s it, Wild Girl,” I coax. “Come on your husband’s tongue so he can feed you every fucking inch of his cock. I can’t wait for the entire city of Cleveland to hear you cry out when I split you open.”
“Yes!” she shouts as I push a finger inside her, massaging her clit with the tip of my tongue in rough strokes. She’s close, her walls closing in around me so tightly that I can barely even move. But it doesn’t matter, because seconds later, she detonates, screaming my name into the open air just like I knew she would. Her pussy gushes, her warm cum leaking down my wrist as she rides out her release under the light of the full moon.
I gently lick the arousal from her skin, savoring every drop as she floats back to awareness. Pressing another soft kiss to each of her trembling thighs, I crawl up her body, doing my best to stay close even though her dress is very much in my way.
“You were absolutely stunning tonight, baby,” I tell her. “But this has to come off. I need to feel you against me.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, eyes still closed as I reach back and pull the zipper down, grateful that the satin buttons are for decorative purposes only. If I had to undo all five million of them, I guarantee the thing would be shredded to pieces. It’s been long enough as it is since I’ve had her naked, and I’m not about to let a bunch of frilly fabric keep me from what I want.
After what seems like an eternity, I peel the dress down her body, carefully setting it aside before quickly removing my own clothes. I yank the thickest blanket over us, doing my best to keep Stella warm as I lower myself on top of her. “You still with me?” I ask, a cocky smirk playing at one corner of my mouth because I’m pretty sure I tongue fucked her into another dimension.
“Forever,” she replies, eyes fluttering open and locking onto mine. She’s a work of art, more beautiful than all the stars in the sky, and I’m so goddamn lucky to call her mine. I wish I had the words to tell her how much she truly means to me, but I’m a pretty simple man, so the best I can do is show her with my body. That’s how we’ve always expressed ourselves best, anyway.
I lean down, kissing her passionately as I grind my erection along her opening. She’s still so wet, it glides effortlessly, eliciting the most beautiful moans against my tongue. It feels so good already, my head going lighter with each pass of my shaft over her swollen clit. As much as I want to stay right here, dragging it out until the sun comes up, I’m desperate to be inside my wife—to be connected to her in the most intimate way.
Unable to take it for another second, I line myself up, pushing past her entrance slowly and deliberately. She accepts everything I have to give, her beautiful body swallowing my entire length. We were built for this—two beings molded as a perfect fit for one another.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, my forehead pressed to hers as I lazily thrust in and out. She hooks her ankles around my lower back, pulling me as close as she can, our breath mingling in the air between us.
“I love you too,” she replies, rocking against me as she chases her pleasure. Neither of us is in a hurry, just grateful to have each other like this in such a monumental moment. It feels incredible, our most sensitive parts grinding together until it stokes a fire deep within my core. Electricity prickles at my skin, my balls pulling tight as the release I’ve been dying for finally begins to crest. Her satisfied moans crescendo, becoming louder—more desperate—and letting me know that she’s right there with me, ready to fall at any moment.
“Come with me, Stell,” I choke out, picking up my pace. Her heels dig into my lower back, urging me to go deeper as I fuck her without abandon. It’s otherworldly, her pussy clamping down on my shaft just as my release slams into me with barely any warning. She cries out, her small frame convulsing wildly as she shatters, milking every drop of cum from my body until I’m twitching and spent. The feeling of emptying myself inside this woman is unreal, and I can say with absolute certainty that doing it is something I’ll never truly tire of.
I slow my thrusts, skating warm kisses over her neck and shoulders as she hums contentedly, her nails ghostingup and down my sides. Gratitude fills my chest, flowing outward and warming me from the very depths of my being to the skin that’s pressed against hers. I hope we’re always like this—raw, open, and connected—loving each other in ways that only we could understand. And one day, we’ll teach our children to follow wherever their hearts lead, encouraging them to find a hand to hold in this world and never let go.
