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A lil halloween ficcy to celebrate the season:

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LRRH (3)

“Your bed is really fucking comfortable.” Jared whispered in to Erica’s ear.  “Or maybe it’s you.  You’re really fucking comfortable.”  Jared kissed the tip of Erica’s nose and pulled himself closer to her so he could slide his leg between hers.  She shifted positions to accommodate him and hung her leg over his hips.  He could feel her center and he wanted her again.

“Are you calling me fat?  Sounds like you’re calling me fat.” she teased as she brushed his messy mane off his face.

“This ass…” he teased back as he palmed her backside. “Bubblebutt.”

Erica and Jared were buried deep beneath a plush down-filled duvet, softest egyptian cotton sheets and six squishy pillows.  The sheets were pulled up to their necks, only their heads, raised up on the pillows, peeking out.  The air in Erica’s bedroom was cold, the temperature beneath the blankets was heavenly.

“Tell me we can stay right here like this forever.”

“Fuck the real world…I’m not going anywhere.” Jared said.

He slid his body on top of Erica.  Careful not to put his full weight on her by supporting himself on his his wrists then his elbows planted on the bed on either side of her.  He kissed her slowly.  Pressed his lips in to her bottom lip, then the top, the bottom again before sliding his tongue inside her warm mouth.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered.  His eyes sparkling above her.  She blinked slowly.

“You’re not too bad yourself.”  She put her hands in his hair, tucked it behind his ears then closed her eyes.  Reveled in the security of his weight above her.

Jared shifted himself so that he could touch her breast.  She was wearing a thin tank top.  He could see the tender pink pigmented skin of her areolas through the fabric.  He lifted her tank slowly so he could taste her skin.  His breath hot on her nipple, it became erect before his eyes.  He was aroused too.  Between his pointer finger and thumb he tugged slightly at her nipple.  She sighed and he covered her breast with his mouth.  His tongue dancing across her nipple.  His legs sliding between hers.  She opened wide to receive him though their nightclothes stopped him from entering her then.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Fix that Jared.”

Jared slid her tank over her head.  Then pulled her panties off.  She was naked when he disappeared beneath the sheets to taste her.  She threw the sheet back so she could watch his head bob as he fucked her with his tongue.  Lost to ecstacy she closed her eyes tight and shook through her orgasm.  He kissed her thigh and removed his pajama pants. They bunched by his feet.  Tender and nearly spent, Jared entered her slowly.  And quietly made love to her.  Leaving her on her back so that when he finished, they would be locked in a kiss.  As one as two people can be.  He rested his head on her shoulder and whispered “I think…”

She closed her eyes and listened.

“I think we should go to church today.”

“Church?” Erica questioned.  Jared’s manhood softening inside of her.

Jared backed himself out of Erica and flopped on to his back beside her. “Yeah.  Church. It’s Sunday.”

“I didn’t know you went to church.”

“I don’t.”

“What kind of church then?”

“Russian Orthodox.”

“Oh, starting with something simple?”

“I have a calling.”

“Ok.  But I don’t think the service…mass? …is done in English.”

“Even better.  We’ll understand more.”

“Ok”

So they showered together.  And Erica put on a pale pink dress.  Jared put on black pants and that Prada blue button down he’s wearing thin.

“I think you need a suit…or at least a tie.” Erica suggested.

“And you need a head covering.  Maybe we should go another day.”

“No.  Let’s go today.  Isn’t it a holy day?”

“All Saints or All Souls…something like that.”

“Jared, that’s Catholic.”

“I have much to learn.”

Erica picked up her phone and googled service times and the location of the nearest church.

“Commemoration of the Dead. That’s not too far off from the Catholic thing. And all are welcome…”

“Let’s go.”

So they went.  The cathedral was just outside Studio City.  A quick drive.  Jared and Erica made their way from the parking lot in to the vestibule where they were greeted kindly in Russian and handed a program with English translations.  The service was quite formal.  And beautiful.  And strange.  The type of strange that makes you ask questions.  Want to learn and crave understanding.  Tradition at its finest.  At its most beautiful.  They knelt and they bowed their heads.  Absorbed the music and gave thanks before sneaking quietly out the back just behind the Priest.

“Was it what you had hoped for?” Erica asked as they drove quietly back up Ventura Blvd.

“More.”

“That’s good then. Right?”

“Yep.”  Jared turned Erica’s car up the hill past the Donut Hut and in to his neighborhood.

“Think you’ll go again?  Next week?”

“I’m not in town.”

“Oh.  Ok.”

“I’ll email you my schedule.  I’m gone for awhile again.” Jared said.

“I know.”

“Will you miss me?” he asked.

“Of course.”

Jared parked Erica’s car across from his house.  “I’ll miss you.” he said before kissing her cheek and hopping out of the car.  She got out too.  Only to get in the driver’s seat.  She’d miss him something awful. That’s for sure.

Meet JoLynn Baker 5

JoLynn was leaning up against a railing, nineteen floors up, overlooking Los Angeles. Night was taking over the sky and the city’s lights were twinkling softly as the last of the sunset faded away. As orange and salmon colored streaks faded to charcoal then indigo, JoLynn felt a calm wash over her. She was sipping at a hot toddy from her tea cup, that might account for the calm, but she was crediting the view. She always loved the view from her condo. On the clearest of days she could see a little bit of the Ocean. On a night light this she could see the city view as it stretched across the canyon. It soothed her broken heart.

JoLynn is not much of a drinker but she savored the warmth of the whiskey as it slid down her throat. After half-a-dozen dainty sips of less than an ounce of liquor, JoLynn was working on a buzz. This was exactly what she needed. She has a chill in her bones she can’t shake but the drink is doing it’s best to take the edge off. An edge worn soft by an old Irish tradition. The hot toddy.

This week has been something out of a nightmare. Her worst dreams come to fruition. She will never be the same again. Not without Grady. But she’s thankful at this moment that she hasn’t been alone through all of this. Jared has been a Godsend really. Quietly supportive. A hand on her back to steady her. A hand interlaced with hers to reassure her. A nice pen for her thank you cards. Stamps. Hugs. Kisses. They haven’t made love since they came off vacation and she was longing for him. Her rock. Her new love.

He should be home soon. Home – she laughed at herself. Sure this is home, but it’s hers, not his…not theirs. He’s so ever-present of late that she can’t help but feel his absence tonight, though she’s lived here, in this condo, for four years without him. Funny how that changes so quickly. Then again, she always had her Grady occupying the space Jared now owns. Will she ever be able to go a night without Grady on the brain? She’s pining for Jared and in comes another reminder of Grady.

JoLynn set her teacup on the edge of the railing, rested her elbows along the bar and massaged her eyes with the heels of her hands. Deep circular massage. She replanted her hands tightly on the bar that crossed the top of the railing and peeked over the edge. Below, nineteen floors down, there was a lovely garden. Well maintained and inviting paths. Softly illuminated. It was empty at this hour. Everyone home who was going to be home for the night and those with a nightlife already out on the town. JoLynn nudged her teacup with her pointer finger so it was teetering along the edge of the railing. Nineteen floors down. Nineteen. She gave the cup a soft push and watched it tip over in slow motion until it hit the air and plummeted at a great speed to the ground. It shattered in a thousand, no a million little pieces. Dust almost. Gone. Dust in the wind.

A moment later his hands were on her shoulders. A heavy knit afghan enveloped her. JoLynn jumped. The blanket fell towards the floor of the terrace but Jared caught it.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” he said kindly.

“I – I – I didn’t hear you come in.” JoLynn peeked carefully over the side of the railing once more. You couldn’t tell what she had done.

“That’s funny because I made quite a racket when I came in. Are you ok? I brought this out because it’s gotta be cold out here. Are you cold?”

“No. Yes. Well I’ve been drinking – and well…”

“Drinking?” Jared asked with marked shock in his voice. He scanned the terrace for her glass and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh. I’m done now.” JoLynn suggested.

Jared slipped the afghan over JoLynn’s shoulders and pulled her in to his arms. “I missed you today.” he whispered.

JoLynn buried her face in his chest and snuggled in tight “I’ve missed you too.”

Jared kissed her hair and rubbed her back as he watched the stars take their positions in the sky. The moon was rising fast tonight. It wouldn’t be a dark night.

“It’s getting cold at night already.” he remarked.

“Yeah. I’m not ready for the winter.”

They lamented the change of season, as if winter in California were an actual discomfort. People on the East Coast would have wanted to slap the both of them. Up North, they’d have shot them both on the spot. Spoiled sun-snobs.

“Let’s go inside.” JoLynn suggested after a few moments.

Jared slipped his hand inside hers but let her lead the way. She pulled him along behind her towards the bedroom. A smile crept across his face, a smirk across hers. “I’ve missed you.” she said again.

“Yeah.” he sighed as he pulled her in his arms again by the foot of the bed. He slipped off his boots. She shimmied out of her panties and let them fall to the floor. Her dress hung mid-thigh, covering the place she needed him to touch the most so she guided his hand to her center and let her hand fall away as he took over. JoLynn dipped her head backward so Jared could devour her neck as his touch brought her close to ecstasy quickly. Such talented hands. Such a primal craving. She needed him tonight, more than she ever needed him before. Her body was aching and wantful. “I need you …” she moaned “… inside of me.”

Jared licked his lips. “Oh yeah?” he teased. He was ready for her. His rock hard dick neglected by her but still ready. She was selfish tonight. He was ok with that. He could be selfish too.

Jared not so gently pushed JoLynn’s shoulder so she would fall back on the bed. She collapsed backwards like a rag doll. Ready for him but not ready for that. She recomposed herself and crawled up the bed so he could join her. Jared rested his knees against the foot of the bed as he disrobed himself. His full cock sprung up as he shook off his track pants.

JoLynn admired his naked form. Not a flaw. Honey colored nipples. Milky skin. Azure eyes. He looked predatory as he crawled across her legs. Chewed his way across her thighs to her middle. He suckled her center. His lips lingering on her while his fingers buried within her. JoLynn arched her back then shook. His tongue flickering across her clitoris as she stiffened.

“Oh my God.” she shouted in appreciation of Jared’s attention.

“You like that?” he teased as he slid himself inside her tender pusspuss.

Jared rocked slowly at first. Letting JoLynn come down from her first orgasm before bringing her quickly to a second with violent thrusting that nearly sent him over the edge himself. He pulled out at the last second, forcing his balls to reclaim his juices. It hurt but he wasn’t done with her yet. He wanted her in every position tonight. Soiled and sore before they collapsed in a slumber.

And he did – he had her knees to her own chin, legs spread, scissored and somewhat slizzered, jackknifed, spooned and then finally from behind. Her face buried in her pillow. Where he pumped himself in to her so hard, he thought he broke her back.

“That was … uh…wow” JoLynn groaned.

Jared growled in return “Shut the fuck up.”

Rumor

Jared was still holding Rumor’s leg aloft as he felt himself soften inside of her. She was panting and holding tightly to his shoulders. A flamingo in kitten heels.  Her eyes shut tight. Hot breaths escaping through her open mouth, followed by a sweet shiver down her spine. Jared swept her hair back from her face with his free hand and pecked her bottom lip a half-dozen times. He kissed her eyelids. Above her eyebrow.  The tip of her nose.  She was soaked with perspiration. His more than hers.

Because she kept closing her eyes, Jared let his eyes wander down to her neck.  Beads of sweat glistened at the base of her throat and Jared couldn’t help but scoop up the salty droplets with his tongue while he regained his composure.

He loves the taste of her.  Brine and lavender.  Coconut water.

“That was…” Rumor’s breathy voice trailed off as Jared slowly backed himself out of her.  A globule of his seed coated her velvety labia.  The sight nearly readied Jared for round two, for a moment.

Jared ran his pointer finger through his leavings and slipped the finger back inside of Rumor briefly before carefully releasing her leg, staying close to catch her if necessary as she steadied herself again on two feet.

Rumor’s party dress fell back in to position as she shimmied her thong upward to cover the bits of her that Jared most coveted.  A most intimate place. Second only to the mind.  Jared deposited himself and his mess inside his red-striped briefs, pulled up his jeans and buckled without zipping.

“It was.” he whispered.

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TWENTY YEARS EARLIER

Under a city street, beneath the gulch but above the chasm, sat a subway train stained with urine and graffiti.  Inside car four of that subterranean train was a twenty-something girl, a dozen transients and a young Jared Leto.

The girl, close to Jared’s age, was oblivious to the sights, sounds and scents wafting around her.  Lost in a daydream.  The transients didn’t stay long enough to make an impression on anyone. Invisible nobodies.  Jared Leto yawned deep, his hand hooked through a ceiling strap, as he waited for a seat to open.  He wasn’t anyone special either.  Yet.

Regardless that it has been a rather balmy Spring in the city, thus far, the girl in car four wore fingerless knit gloves and a cap that matched. Charcoal Gray over peach skin.  A long strand of yarn hung from the thumbs on both gloves.  Begging for a tug.  Jared fantasized about pulling on one of the strings until the gloves unraveled entirely, before settling in to a seat diagonal from her and shutting his eyes.

The girl started tapping her fingers against a shoe box that sat in her lap.  Her beat wasn’t regular.  Quarter notes then eighth note triplets.  It was driving Jared nuts, but also keeping him awake, so he let it go.  He had a long way until his stop.  And surely she wouldn’t be the most annoying person he’d encounter tonight.

The subway train shimmied and shook its way beneath Manhattan.  Under the high rises, black topped parks and hot dog carts they went.  The lights flickered periodically like they do.  People got on and off at every stop.  The car was empty now, except for that girl and Jared Leto.  The only riders, for a brief moment, headed all the way down town.

Inevitably the girl stopped tapping on her shoe box and Jared looked over towards her worried that she may have fallen asleep herself.  He felt a little protective of this weird girl now, fifteen minutes in to their trip, riding the subway all alone.

He didn’t need to worry, though, she was wide awake.  Occupying herself with painstakingly unwinding the wire to her headphones, then pulling off her knit cap.  Her shoulder length hair was so bleached it was closer to white than yellow. Unkempt and wild.  Frizzy.  Static-y.  She had little beads woven in to strands of her hair.  Enough that if she whipped her hair, she might jingle.  Jared closed his eyes and listened to her movements.  He anchored himself to the rustling of her fabrics high above the screeching brakes. Her beads made no sound though he could hear her fidgeting in her seat. Her hair might be dreading, the music trapped in a knot, as part of a look or maybe she is homeless.  Jared couldn’t tell.  Her getup was either artsy or sad.  He suspected she’s both.  Abandoned or maybe lost.  Mental case or just a girl.  Who knows.  No one on the train cares.  That’s for sure.   Not even Jared (on the surface, deep down she intrigued him).

Jared kept himself awake by imagining a background story for her – he made her clothes a costume he would wear.  He mimicked her hand movements in his own lap.  Tapping an imaginary box just like she did.  His long fingers curled in a feminine way.  He gave the girl an accent, then changed it twice when the lilt didn’t come out right under his breath.  He decided she’s from that part of New Jersey:  Too central to pick up a New York affect, too close to the shore to abuse the English language like they do in Philly.  Some middle-ground place in the middle of the Garden State.

The girl was oblivious to his starring, his rewriting of her history.

Softly, she moved her hand from the shoebox to a spot of exposed skin near her collarbone where she must have had an itch.  She rubbed the tip of her pointer finger back and forth against her skin while she gazed out the window (or perhaps at her reflection since they weren’t moving again just yet).

Jared noticed she had a strange tattoo below her collarbone.  A triangle and words in Latin, maybe, that he couldn’t translate.  An arrow shot through the center of the triangle and crossed the T in flagratus. A triangle split in two…or is it three?  He drew it on his hand.  A triangle with a horizontal line through the middle.

Jared scanned her skin for more ink and didn’t find much.  Inside the girl’s earlobes were delicate hoop earrings. Along her helix, a row of faux diamonds.  The girl settled her headphones over her ears and pressed play on her walkman.  Her fingernails were visibly dirty.  The cassette tape clicked and whirled with great fan fare.

Jared looked away again. Maybe his character should be from the Bronx.  Bamboo earrings, spit-curled baby hair and bright yellow Reebox.  She’d be on a different train, listening to Heavy D.

The girl’s music was loud, Jared could hear it all the way on his side of the car, but unidentifiable.  He chewed on the end of a pen as he stared past the other riders in car four and directly at the girl again.

He heard an underground sound.  Deep base but inaudible vocals.  Jared prefers the vocals.  He strained to listen closer. To identify a note.  He isolated the bass, maybe a cello.  The girl was listening to an orchestra.  On volume ten.  Jared put his hand in his back pocket and slipped out his beloved memo pad.  Forty pages from the front he wrote the words:  Mary was a different girl.  Had a thing for Orchestra*.

The girl shifted in her seat and Jared chewed harder on his Bic pen. Her corduroy overalls were two or three sizes too big for her frame.  She looked lost inside them.  Vulnerable.  Jared couldn’t really tell if she was wearing a shirt at all, though he was measuring every inch of her with his eyes.  She kept fiddling with the lid of her shoe box.  Tapping on it. Then lifting it.  She might have been nervous.  Incessantly checking and then rechecking the contents of her box.  Or maybe she was saying hello to a critter. Either way she kept lifting the lid, taking inventory and closing it.

She flipped the cassette tape over, fast forwarded to a song, reversing until she was cued up to the first note of the song.  When the music came on, she started tapping again.  In perfect time with the music Jared could only sort-of hear.

At the Fulton Street Station, the car emptied out and Jared lost sight of the girl.  He sighed and put his head in his hands.  Another weirdo lost in the night.  He looked up again, when a transient bumped his knee and noticed the girl’s shoebox laying on the seat where she had been sitting.

He couldn’t believe, given her attention to the box the whole ride, that she left it behind.  Jared scooted past the other riders to retrieve the box.  On top it said Stride Rite.  Inside were art supplies.  Good quality supplies.  Charcoals.  Chalks.  Thirty, maybe thirty-five, five dollar bills were tucked in the corner of the box.  Jared scanned the car for her again, hoping she’d hopped back on when she realized she left the box behind.  A girl like her, probably needs this $150 bad.  For survival.  Rent.  Life.  Jared turned over the lid of the box “portrait or caricature, $5” was scribbled in black marker.  A rolled up sample inside.  A bald man, toothy smile, I love NY t-shirt.  Cartoonish.  Sweet.  And quite good.

Jared hopped off the train at Chambers Street, the girl’s box tucked under his armpit and quickly flagged a taxi cab to take him back uptown.  He was going to find her, if he could, and if it took all night.

Trinity 3

“Now that you’ve got me up here what are you …” Trinity began to speak but was quickly cut off by Jared grabbing her by the chin and lifting her slightly so she stumbled backwards on her heels until she slammed up against the wall.  Trinity was shocked by his aggressiveness.  Not prepared with a reaction.  Tears stung her eyes.  Not from pain, not from fear, but from being out done.  She wasn’t prepared for that…that immediate shift of control.  Her loss, his gain.

Trinity’s coyness evaporated as he held her face in his hands.  Not a romantic gesture.  Not kind or with pity.  He was growling at her through his fingertips. Backing her in to a corner lest he bite.  She had no idea what to do or how to respond with her lips puckered beneath his fingertips and her heart beating itself free from its cage.

She stared in to his eyes.  Eyes like a vampire’s.  Azure lace over ice.  And waited for his next move.  He was content with staring.  Pushing his hips lazily in to her.  Breathing her in.  His lips close to her neck.  Her ear.  Grinding himself against her bones.  “You’re hurting me.” Trinity protested as Jared’s fingers dug deeper in to the skin around her mouth.  She could feel desire warm him though his movements were quite cold and more than likely heavily calculated.

He was taking a risk with Trinity.  Assuming she would give in.  Not from fear but from her own selfish need. A need so apparent, she was almost too easy a mark.  He thought about insulting her.  Calling attention to all the ways her body was betraying her mind.  The sweet smells emanating from the secret places on her body he wanted to penetrate.  How, though pinned as she were, she hadn’t fought back.  Didn’t shove, kick or slap him.  Her hands perfectly free.  Able to strike.  Pull hair.  Physically protest.  Her knees able to connect with his groin in an instant should she feel so inclined.

And he wondered then, as he dragged his lips across her collarbone, if he should remind her that, in spite of all of that potential, she had done nothing to dissuade him.  But it was getting late and he needed to be inside her now.  To satisfy his own selfish need and to get out of this fucking club and away from all the lights, shitty music and cirque de soliel dancers.

Want flavored venom bubbled under the surface of Jared’s pretty face. His long hair, untamed and golden like a lion’s mane, hung across his arm as it stretched out to her face.  Her breasts inches from his forearm.  Deep breaths heaving her cleve up and down before him.  A seductive dance.  Enchanting and distracting.

“Shhh.  Trust me.” he said before releasing his hand from her face and replanting it firmly around her throat.  He lifted her again and she was forced to stand on her tippy toes or be hung from his wrist.  Her oxygen supply lessened by his grip on her throat.  She felt light headed.

“Stop it.” she said and he let her down and slid his hand deep in to her hair.

Jared’s lips moved over the tender skin around her mouth, kissing where he felt the flames he left behind and he whispered in her ear “Do you want me?”

And Trinity’s body betrayed her in a wave of lust.  She quickened and she gasped “Yes.”

And he took her right there.  Against the wall in the VIP.  His pants at his ankles.  Her skirt around her waist.  And he entered her without tasting her.  And he filled her with violent strokes as he pounded against her flesh with fury.  His mouth angry against her skin.  Tearing at her breasts with his fingertips.  Palms full with her like a butcher and hunks of meat.  A breast, her ass, a thigh as he ground deeper, then her hips as he lifted her higher…

She was a rag doll on a pedestal.  Raised up from the floor, impaled by Jared and held aloft as the intensity increased and increased.  Legs wrapped around him.  Fabric arms, no elbows, draped over his shoulders because they had no where else to go.  No job to do.  No strength until without warning she came hard with him deep inside of her.  Opening wider to accept his seed, spiraling in to the beyond as a reward for a million years of procreation. She came so hard she dug her nails in to the skin of his back.  She arched and drew blood as the orgasm rippled through her.

Jared’s shirt was torn by her well manicured tips as she grabbed at him in the throws of ecstasy.  Her orgasm followed quickly by a second.  His strokes so fast and so deep.  Hitting all of her sweet spots.  Her eyes fixed on the ceiling.  Lids heavy with lust.  Everything aching all at once.

Trinity was fulfilled.  On top of a stranger who smirked and then pulled himself from her.  His orgasm covering her thigh as he set her down on the ground again.  He leaned in to her.  One hand above her, an incomplete cage.  She remained there in silence, waiting for his instruction.  Owned.  Easily.  Obviously.  And completely.

Trinity Irish 0

Jared Leto …. 1

His Future 3

After a few hours of much needed sleep, Jared Leto was at peace as he stared out a window that framed the west side of the Hollywood Hills and sipped from a room temperature bottle of water. The sunrise was impressive, as is often the case. Atomic orange and persimmon rose up from behind the mountains as a Spanish blue enveloped the remains of the sky.

Jared finished his water, placed the glass bottle on the window sill and stretched his arms above his head. His spine realigned and he felt taller as he ran his palm across his stomach and settled his fingertips in to the waist band of his pajama pants.  He returned his eyes to the California horizon.  Home. It’s so good to be home.

Bridget was asleep when Jared came in last night and from her slumber she made only a desultory acknowledgement of his return. He was hungry for her now. His need growing as he turned away from the window and back to their shared bed. She lay there wrapped inside a white sheet and blanket. Her innocence and vulnerability fueling his desire for her flesh. He coveted the feeling of her beneath him. On her back and open wide to receive him deep inside her. Lips parted for his tongue. Hands clenching his biceps as they shared a passion that brought them both to a peak then released them to the sling-shot spirals of ecstasy.

Jared slipped his hand inside his pants and massaged his cock. Long well-versed strokes that felt too good with his woman in the room. He let go of himself and walked back to their bed; his rock hard erection tenting his pajama pants. Jared hoped Bridget would wake and call out to him; a need in her voice that would mirror the one in his heart.  But she stayed still as he made his way across the room.

When he reached their bedside, he climbed out of his pajamas, let them gather on the floor and slid up inside Bridget’s cocoon of blankets and sheets. He laid down behind her and let his eyes roam across the patches of skin that snuck out from beneath her blanket.  Patches of her.  Suggestive samples of the woman he adored.  He loved her skin, freckled but baby smooth. It looked like peach sorbet or a few shades lighter than a sweet apricot butter. Reddened by too much attention from the sun, she must have spent yesterday on the trails. A strip of sunburned skin begged for a smear of aloe.  He thought about cuming on her thighs.  The milky white of his release would have a florescence to it in contrast against her burnt skin.

He moved in closer so that he was cradling her again; careful not to rub against her sunburn. Her thighs felt warm against his skin. Her breaths even and undisturbed. His dick still throbbing with need, he hitched up her pajama shirt to expose a breast…her breath changed as he massaged her and pinched softly at the delicate skin of her nipple.  From somewhere in the space between her dreams, a fantastical reality was calling to her, she moaned quietly in reply.

Jared released her breast and kissed her collarbone as he let his hand dip between her legs.  She parted them for him, awake now and aware of his desire.  “mmm” she said as he circled his fingers in and out of her and tangled his tongue within the folds of her ear.

“I need you …” Jared moaned. His journey inside her, with his long fingers buried deep, reminded him again of how she felt wrapped around his painfully erect cock.  He wasn’t going to last long and that was just fine, Bridget was ready for him now, wide awake and full of want. She revealed her need for him in juices he lapped from his fingertips before he slid her lace panties off, they had been pushed to the side as he explored.

Bridget rolled on to her back and let her knees fall to each side and Jared settled in between with his cock teasing her outer lips and his hips against her buttocks. Their eyes locked as Bridget felt the weight of him atop of her and smiled.  He kissed just beside her bellybutton, at the underside of her breast and along the pulsating veins in her neck before sliding his hands beneath her to lift her hips as he pushed himself inside her slowly.  His purple tip disappearing beneath the pink of her swollen puss-puss.

He paused to let her insides adjust to him, to stretch to accommodate his girth once again. Her softness was wrapped around his shaft.  As tight as he remembered in his time alone with his thoughts and not her.  Slowly, he pulled and pushed himself in and out of her; careful not to hurt her at first, then his strokes became more intense as they kissed and reacquainted themselves; then finally the polite passion of two making love gave way to explosive animalistic strokes inside her.  Fast pounding of flesh against flesh.  Slapping skin.  Pulled hair.  Bitten necks.  And when she came she called his name, then dug her nails deep in his back.  And when he came he couldn’t speak.  He couldn’t see, he could just feel ecstasy envelope him like the rays of the rising sun did the sky and he remembered home and that she was it for him.  And he collapsed on top of her.  His milky white cum coating her cervix instead of her thigh.

 

Tarac Trail

“That was rude.” Jared said after all the goodbyes and hugs were passed around and Jared’s friends went their separate ways.  Sky and Jared were waiting for Patrick to bring Sky’s Mini Cooper up from the Valet lot and Jared was fuming.

“What was rude?” Sky scanned her eyes up and down Alameda.

“You.”

Sky responded incredulously “Me?”

“Yes.  You.” Jared answered as Patrick parked the Mini Cooper at the curb in front of them. Patrick had put the top down and turned on a classic rock radio station.  It was the perfect night for a ride in a convertible. That was a nice touch. But it was a wasted effort.  Jared wasn’t in the mood anymore.

Jared walked around the drivers side along with Sky and took the keys from Patrick. “I’m driving.” he ordered and Sky protested but then relented quickly when she realized Jared wasn’t about to back down.  She did have three shots and a whiskey-diet sloshing around inside her along with the Okonomiyaki after all.  

Jared tipped Patrick well and slid in the driver’s seat.  He adjusted the mirrors and the seat and shut off the radio.  Sky went around to her side and sulked her way in to the passenger seat.

They both fastened their safety belts and Jared drove them down Alameda in silence.  It was awkward and tense.  Sky leaned over to switch the radio back on and Jared grabbed her wrist tightly.  “No.” he said sternly.

“Are you kidding me?” Sky asked as she looked at him with one hand on the wheel, the other firmly clutching her wrist.  Her hand was quickly going numb.  “Fine.” she said and he released her wrist.

“You were very rude tonight.” he said again as he merged in to traffic on the 101.

Sky rolled down her window to drown out the sounds of his voice. “So?”

Jared rolled it back up and pressed the child lock.  “What do you mean ‘so’?”

Sky pressed the window control a few more times and then whined “I told you I didn’t want to meet anyone yet.”

“But you went.  That means you act right all night.  You embarrassed me.”  Jared slipped the convertible in between a Caddy and an Audi and crossed over the highway to the exit at Vermont Ave.

“Oh please.” Sky snarked.  Then “Where are we going?”

 “You think this is funny?”

Jared wound the Mini-Cooper up the hills behind Whitley Heights and Sky rolled her eyes thinking he was taking her to look-out-point.  “Your friends are a bunch of pretentious assholes.”  she announced.

“And you’re a cunt.”  Jared declared as he pulled the car off at Tarac Trail.

“Oh-ho-ho.” Sky sniveled.

“I’m not laughing.” Jared said as he put the car in park and shut it off.

“Where are we?” Sky asked as she looked around the deserted and dark trail.

“Look out point.” Jared chided.

“Funny.  Take me home.”

“No. Not until you say you’re sorry.”

“For what? You called me a cunt!”

“And?”

“And take me home!”

“Take yourself home.” Jared said and he tossed her keys out the window into the dark brush and climbed out of the car. Sky jumped out of the car and scrambled over to where she thought the keys would have landed and searched in the dirt.

Jared walked down the trail in the dark and a few minutes later Sky shuffled after him.

“I can’t find the keys.” she announced.

“Not my problem.”

“Help me find the keys Jared!”

“Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” she said too quickly.

“That’s not sincere.”

“I’m sooooorrrreeee.”

Jared turned around quickly and grabbed Sky by both elbows. “Like you mean it.” he said as he tightened his grip on her.  Sky’s feet lifted off the ground ever so slightly.  He was in control of her for a moment but only because he towered over her like a Falcon on a worm.  Sky’s balls were larger than her frame.  She looked in his eyes defiantly.  He stared back in to her soul.

She didn’t break the stare before saying  “Fuck you dude.  I’d rather walk.”

“Suit yourself.” he said and he released her.  He started to make his way down the darkened trail again and she came running after him, grabbing his sleeve and whining.

“We can’t just leave my car here!”

“We…” Jared snorted.

“Please?”

Jared stopped walking and turned again.  Sky was standing there.  The half-moon casting an amber glow on the pathway behind her.  She looked worried and frazzled and a bit drunk.

“I’m sorry.” she said.  “What can I do?  Too much to drink.” she blamed the alcohol and turned on her charm “But I am sorry.  Let me make it up to you?” she sauntered up to him and put her hands on his hips.  “You forgive me?” she asked as she batted her big black eyes.

“How do I know you mean it?”  he asked.

Sky slipped her fingertips inside Jared’s waist band and ran her pointer finger along the skin beneath his belt line. “I could…show you….how sorry I am.” she said as she cupped his package over his dark jeans with her other hand.

“Get off me.” Jared swatted her hand away.

Sky regrouped.  “Please just help me find my keys.  We can end this tonight but don’t leave me here, ok?”  Sky pushed a few tears out of her eyes left over from her Improv classes and Jared snorted.

“You forget I have an Oscar.” he sniffed.

“Fine.  Fuck you.  Go!” she shouted and she pushed him with all of her might.  He pushed her back ever so slightly  “Are you for real?”

“Here’s your fucking keys.”  Jared said dryly as he slipped them out of his pants pocket.

“Oh my god.  Why did you do that?” she asked as she tried to snatch the keys from his hand.

He held them a little bit out of her reach and responded  “Someone needs to teach you how to behave.”

“There are other ways to teach me a lesson than this Jared.  That was mean.”

“Oh?  What ‘other ways’?” he asked as they both walked back up to the Mini Cooper.

Sky looked around then grumbled “You could …spank me…for example.”

“Spank you?”

“You know.  Like a swat…on the butt.”

“Bare skin?”

“Bare skin.”

“You want me to spank you?”

“I want you to take me home.” Sky said “But if I’ve been bad…maybe I need to be punished first?” she slid up closer to him and put her hands back on his hips.  He looked down on her and thought about how much he’d like to teach her that lesson.  But she was too eager.  Too willing to take a paddling.  He thought of something else but then shook it off.  Too much.  Too soon.  And he really did think she was a cunt.

They got back to the Mini Cooper and Sky held out her hand for the keys. “I’m ok to drive now.” she said and thrust her hand in his face, palm out so he could place the keys inside her hand.

“How bad do you want these keys?”

“Give me them.”

“Beg.”

“Give me them…please?”

“Doesn’t sound like you really want them to me.” Jared said and he jingled them above her head once again.

“Give me…my goddamn keys.  Please.”

“Beg for them.”

“Please?” she said softly.  “Pretty…please?”

“I’m not convinced.”

“This is going to go on all night isn’t it?”

“Maybe”

“Until you get your way?”

“Maybe.”

Sky put her hands up to Jared and demanded “Pick me up.”

“Why?”

Sky shimmied out of her panties and handed him the lacy thong before making her request again “Pick me up you fucking asshole!”

Jared sniffed her panties.  Smelled like incense and nonsense.

Jared ran his hand up the outside of Sky’s silky thigh and across the underside of her bare ass cheek; her knit dressed bunched up in the crease of his elbow.  “Why should I do what you want me to do when you haven’t listened to me all night?”

“Because you want what I’ve got.”

“I could get what you’ve got on the hour every hour.  Try again.”

“Because…uh…”  Sky put her mouth on Jared’s and peppered his top lip with teeny kisses.

Jared picked up a speechless Sky and pinned her to the back of the Mini Cooper while she sucked on his bottom lip.  He ground his hips in to center and his belt buckle rubbed against her tender parts.

“I really do like you.” she said quietly “It’s just … I don’t share very well.”

Jared sighed when Sky’s hands slid beneath her to find his belt buckle.  He helped her undo his pants and let them fall to his knees.  His cock lazily rose to greet her and she smiled knowing she had some work cut out for her.

“You can spank me if you want.” she said.  Jared had a different idea.  He walked them both over to the front of the Mini Cooper and slammed Sky down on the hood.  He took both of her wrists in his hands and pinned her arms above her head.  She was so tiny he was able to hold both wrists in one of his enormous hands and with his free hand he pulled up her dress so he could bite her tits.  He chewed on her shoulder.  Nibbled her nipples.  Left hickies on her stomach then he was ready to enter her.  With her dress up around her neck and both breasts exposed to the night Jared pulled Sky down on the hood so he could shove his dick deep inside her.  Jared pounded his cock in to Sky’s pussy again and again and she loved it.  She shouted his name and howled through the night.

“You’ve been such a bad girl.” he said over and over as he thrust in to her tiny cunt.

“I’m bad.” she agreed as she moaned from the pain tinged pleasure he was delivering with each slam in to her.

“You’re a rude girl.”

“Rude.”

“A cunt.”

“A dirty cunt.”

Jared clamped his free hand across her mouth.

“Shut up.” He said as he held her mouth shut tight.

After a few more pumps, Jared slid Sky off the hood, turned her around and ordered her back on the hood facing the opposite direction so she would be kneeling in front of him.  She obliged and smirked over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her ass back and forth.  She was at the perfect height for him now.  Creamy white ass high in the air.  Boots on.  Dressed pushed up towards her shoulders.

“Don’t scratch my car!” She warned and Jared clamped his hand back over her mouth.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?”

Sky licked the inside of Jared’s palm while it covered her mouth.

Jared slid his cock back inside of Sky’s itty bitty pussy, spit on his free hand let one of his fingers find then prepare her asshole.  He slid a spit covered finger in and out of her.  She gasped “ow ow ow” at first then leaned in to him as his finger plunged deeper.  She was moaning or mumbling something but he kept his hand over her mouth.  He didn’t want to hear what she was blabbering about but he was enjoying the wetness she kept depositing on his dick.  Once satisfied that her ass was primed he pulled out of her cunt and pushed himself inside her little asshole with one giant thrust, the juices from her pussy lubricating his entry.

Jared’s hand slid off her mouth as he got lost in the spongy feeling of Sky’s tight insides as it grasped hold of his cock.  He placed a hand on each hip bone and rocked her back and forth, up and down his shaft.  Within a few moments she took over and satisfied herself with a steady rhythm. Backing herself up on his shaft, rocking forward to release him.  She liked his dickhead popping out and slipping back in.  She moaned and took all of him over and over deep in to her asshole.  Down in the depths of her bowels.

Jared’s eyes were shut tight and the moon was on his back and the Mini Cooper rocked and before he knew it he pulled out of her.  Pushed her down off the hood of the car so she was on her knees in the dirt.  He wanted to finish in her mouth.

“Open.”  He demanded and she did and he covered her face and her lips and especially her tongue with three glorious spurts of thick cum.

Eventually he mumbled “You’re forgiven.” and handed Sky some napkins from her glove compartment.

“So can we go home now?” Sky asked.

“Yeah.” he said  “Where are the keys?”