Page 67 of Forked (Frenched 2)
“Jesus.” Somehow he fucked me harder and deeper, causing stabs of pain to pierce the pleasure ballooning inside me. But I liked it that way—and he knew it. I turned my face to the side, trying not to cry out. “You’re going to come again,” he ordered. “I want that tight little pussy to come on my cock just like it was the first time. Remember?”
Hell yes, I remembered. I hadn’t been expecting a second orgasm that night, but the way he moved and the things he said and the sound of his voice and the thought of him inside me…I’d climaxed again beneath
him, my hand over my wide-open mouth, smothering a scream as my body pulsed around his for the first time. “Yes,” I breathed, the past and the present converging within me.
“Good girl. I want you to scream this time, like you wouldn’t then.”
I thought about trying to stay quiet just to defy him, but then I made the mistake of glancing down at his bare torso, at my name on his chest, at the way his abs flexed as he rocked his body into mine. Unable to stop myself, I cried out, again and again.
My head banged against the side of the car but I didn’t feel it—I felt nothing but his hot skin and hard cock, heard nothing but our gasps and cries in the falling darkness, imagined nothing but his body joined to mine until we came together and the world turned to liquid gold behind closed eyes.
Later we pulled the Amish quilt from the trunk and lay on our backs in a clearing near the orchard.
Nick’s hands were folded behind his head, and I rested my temple on his left bicep.
“What’s that one?” I pointed high above us, where stars glittered in the cloudless country night sky. “The one that looks like a W.” I tilted my head the other way. “Or maybe it’s an M.”
“That’s Cassiopeia.”
“Story, please?”
“She was beautiful, and a queen, so she had a pretty good thing going, but then she bragged that she and her daughter Andromeda were more beautiful than these other goddesses.”
“Never a good idea. Which goddesses?”
“Some sea goddesses, I think. So they went to
Poseidon, and he was pretty pissed, and said she had to sacrifice Andromeda to a sea monster to appease him.”
I gasped. “Did she?”
“She would have, but Perseus came along and saved Andromeda.”
“Perseus,” I mused. “Remind me about him.”
“He was this handsome chef with a big cock that—ow!”
I thumped him on the chest. “Come on, tell me.”
Nick rubbed his ribcage and went on. “OK, fine, although I like my version better. Perseus comes along and sees the lovely Andromeda tied to a chair at the edge of the sea, and being the awesome hero that he is, he kills the sea monster and rescues her. Cassiopeia can’t go unpunished, of course, so she gets placed in a throne in the sky, destined to spend all eternity circling the north celestial pole, half the time clinging to it so she doesn’t fall off.”
“Aha. Hard to look beautiful when you’re upside down. So what happened to Perseus and Andromeda?”
“They got married.”
I sighed. “Of course.”
“And they had nine children.”
“Yikes.”
“But she gets her own constellation too, right next to her mother’s. Right there, see?” With his right hand he drew a line across the sky.
“No.” I frowned, holding up my right hand too. “Show me.”
Taking my hand in his, he traced the outline of the stars with my finger. “See it now?”
“Yes.” Truthfully, I wasn’t sure I did, but it didn’t really matter. I just liked being here with him again, hearing the stories, and forgetting about our own lives for the moment. “And what about that one over there?” I pointed to another cluster of stars and relaxed as Nick began to talk about them, recounting for me stories his father and grandfather had told to him. After a while, I moved my head to his chest and closed my eyes, but he kept talking in a low, soothing voice, smoothing my hair back from my face and pretending not to notice the tears soaking his shirt.
