Page 11 of Step Puck

“Come on, Billy. Let’s go. Bye, Momma.” Lorelei grabs my arm, trying to drag me, my size compared to hers makes that impossible. She glares at me instead.

I was on my way out of the house when Dena married my dad and they moved in, so I never spent much time around her. I was still there for a year or so. When I visited she followed like a little puppy. I realize Lorelei has issues with her mother and loves her anyway. The cracks are there though. Widening deeper and deeper with every hole Dena digs herself into.

“Let’s go.” She tugs my arm again and this time I start moving. There’s nothing I won’t do for this woman. I’ll move mountains and lay waste to cities if I have to. I can finally show my feelings for her because she has them for me, laid out wide in her eyes and face.

We leave Dena sobbing and screaming, leave her stumbling, her shoes crackling and scraping and kicking on the pebbles that ping after us. Her wails ear-piercing, people rush outside, I know what a shit show she’s causing. We can hear it.

Neither one of us turns around at her curses and pleas.

My hand grabs Lorelei’s and we walk to my truck, the whines soften the further we go. It’s not that far to where my truck is parked, a few hundred feet but the clenching hold she has on my hand lessens as her overwrought breaths ease.

“My car.” Her hand waves in a direction where a bunch of cars are parked. I don’t know which one is hers, I can find someone to get it tomorrow. I know the owner and he’ll keep it safe till then.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have it taken care of.”

“So…what are we going to do now?” She opens the passenger door and gets inside, she tries to give me side eye glances, but I can see something is on her mind.

“What?” My finger is on the starter button, ready to start the car, I think I’ll wait. I sit back, her answer is slow in coming.

“What is this, Billy? What are we doing?” Her fingers twist in her lap and she switches to studying her fingernails. Her head lifts briefly to look at me and gazes back down, her body tense.

“This is whatever we want it to be.” I try to gauge her mood. I can’t.

I start the truck, aching for her, my dick gets harder with every deep whiff of her scent I take into my lungs.

Lorelei won’t look right at me, her gaze on her fingernails, picking at her cuticles. A weighted silence falls between us. Words unspoken, words yet to be said. I don’t know what they will be.

I’m an assertive man, one who takes what he wants. I have to be in my job, but with her I’m not. I don’t understand this whole thing between us. I don’t understand what she wants.

Her mother I’d like to drop off the deep side of a mountain. Lorelei, I want to fuck and punish until she screams my name to the heavens. I want God to hear her babbling orgasms.

She’s a conundrum. A mystery I can’t wait to strip each layer off like layers of an onion. She’s shy one minute, ready to take you on the next. I can’t wait to find out how far her layers go.

I do more than desire her body, I desire every part of her and crave even more. It’s…I don’t know. Something I’ve never felt before. I’m not sure this feeling is something I want to stop. A craving I have a feeling I will never tire of. She awakens something in me I never knew was there before. A wife? Possibly? A family? Maybe?

The silence in the car is weighted with unspoken lust, air charged with provocative pheromones making it hard to drive. All I can concentrate on is her. That one taste of her. Not enough. I need more and soon.

11

LORELEI

I’m so nervous. The air in the car is so thick with longing and anticipation. I’m burning up inside with a fever no medication will bring down. Billy is the only medicine I need.

I bite my bottom lip, stealing quick glances, his strong hands hold the steering wheel so tight, the knuckles are white. Does he have the same eagerness and hunger for more? That kiss. That kiss was more than I could have imagined and can’t wait for more.

“We’re here.”

I jerk my head up, glancing around surprised we’re in a driveway to a beautiful house. I fling a quick glance at him, he’s out of his door already and I open mine. He’s there holding his hand out. I lay mine in his and he tugs me into his arms, not waiting to kiss me. My pulse thumps, making the heat raise to inferno level, I’m plastered to the front of his body. I can feel every muscle, every thud of his heart, the size of his cock.

Pulling my mouth away from his is a feat of extreme concentration. Neither of us wants to stop but we need to go inside. “House.”

Billy nods, turns and drags me up the driveway, the door of the car still open, “truck.” I can only talk in one word sentences right now, my brain in line with my libido. He glares behind us letting go to my hand to rush back to the truck and slam the door, clicking it locked. He grabs my hand again yanking me after him so we’re running to the house. He hurries to shove a key in and we’re inside, the door slams shut and we’re pawing at each other. Hands grasps clothes to pull and tug off.

Our mouths mash together, his tongue in mine dancing hungrily, his hand trying to slip in my tight leggings. Wish I had worn a dress now.

His hand moves up and slides under my blouse and tugs my bra cup down and flicks a fingernail over my nipple. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth making me claw at his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper.

“Upstairs.” He growls, picking me up and over his shoulder. I gasp, never having been in this position before, it is more convenient and faster. I gaze down at his tight ass in his tight jeans, running up the stairs carrying me makes the muscles bunch visibly even through the jeans. That makes me even wetter.

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