Forever Kind of Love (9 page)

Whimpering, he watched as
Roni
turned, giving him her back. Then she looked back and crooked a finger. “Come
along. I believe part one of this starts in the hallway.”

He felt his eyes go wide at her words and fumbled
out his wallet. Condom, he needed a condom. Damn it, he’d put a couple in here,
where the fuck where they? Success!

Pressing a kiss to the packets, Taylor grinned.
Thank you, thank you.

Tearing one open he held it between his fingers as
he followed her. And she was giving him the walk.
Hips
swaying,
ass
perfect as she sauntered back up the
hallway.
And he could only follow. There was no other choice.

Halfway up the hall, he remembered what he’d told
her and what she’d reminded him of. Reaching out he took her arm, just above
the elbow, and spun her to face him, kissing her hard and fast. Backing her to
the wall, he pressed his fully clothed body to her naked one and growled.

She wasn’t idle though, and worked his belt loose,
tugging it free to drop somewhere. Then she went to work on his zipper. Sucking
in a breath, he moved his hips back enough to give her the space needed.

“Careful with that,” he hissed out. She just undone
the button and was working the zipper down slowly.

“Oh, I am, trust me on that. I do not intend to
damage this part of your anatomy, ever.”

He watched her eyes as she slid the zipper right
down and then shoved his jeans down on his hips enough to give them both a
little room. Passing her the condom he didn’t break her gaze as she slowly, so
fucking slowly, slid it down his cock.

Then he had her up against the wall, his cock at
the heated entrance of her vagina. “I’m not going to last this first time,
Roni
. It’s going to be hard and fast. Later we can do slow,
but not this time around.”

Chapter Eleven

June 6, 1997

Dear Diary,

This is it.
The last few days of
school.
The last few days of having Taylor.

He leaves right after graduation for training camp.
I made him tell me exactly when, though he resisted, so I could see him off. He
doesn’t want me to, but I told him to stick it where the sun didn’t shine and
that I’d be there. That he could just suck it up and deal.

Damn it!

I will see him off. I will not cry in front of him.
I will smile, kiss him gently, and wish him a safe journey. I will promise to
write to him, and I will write to him, and I will wave as the bus leaves for
wherever he’s going.

Then I will come
home,
lock the door, put on the song we danced to on Valentine’s day for the last
dance of the night, and cry until there are no more tears. After that I will
finish packing up my shit that will be going into storage. Do up my list for
college and go to my summer job each and every day.

He’s taking his journey to finding out
who
he will be in life and I will take mine. We may never
find one another again, but who knows. The universe works in funny ways and,
one day, we may run into each other. It’s not a goodbye, it’s until next we
meet.

I also won’t tell him that he’s taking my heart
with him,

Teen trying to be strong and failing,
miserably.

****

Now -
Roni

“Fuck
slow
,” she growled
at him. “I’ve been waiting for you to slide that sweet cock of yours into my
pussy for twenty years, Taylor Granger. Quit talking, damn it, and fuck me!”
She screamed the last word, because he’d given her just what she wanted, his
cock buried deep inside of her throbbing, aching pussy.

“
Roni
,” he bit out, a
hand on her face and staring at her in worry.

“Oh, God,” she moaned and squeezed him with her
inner muscles. “So good,” she purred out, finally feeling complete.

“
Roni
,” he said again,
laughter now in his voice.

“Mm-
hm
,” she smiled at
him.

“Damn,
Roni
,” he
whispered. Taylor kissed her, then he thrust his tongue in as he lifted her
higher on the wall.

Wrapping her legs around him, she used his hips to
lift off his cock a little and then let her body weight pull her down.
Shivering when she felt the hair at the base of his cock on her mound and his
balls against her ass, she smiled.

“Pretty sure you mentioned something about fucking
me hard and fast.” She knew the buttons to push with Taylor, always had, and
now she knew she always would.

He lifted his head, his eyes narrowed, and he grabbed
her hands, pushing them up over her head, locked in one hand. “That I did, and
I never break a promise.”

The smile on his lips made her shiver.

And, damn it, did he ever deliver.

Lifting her up a little higher, he drew his cock
out slowly and then slammed it back into her. Her eyes went wide at the move
and her body clenched. From that point, it was on. He fucked her, his cock
slamming into her again and again. His free hand toyed with her nipples,
plucking, then tugging them and pinching just enough for a sweet bite of pain.

She thrashed against the wall, but she no longer
had any leverage, he’d pinned her perfectly. The slight scrape of his jeans to
her inner thighs was a perfect counterpoint to the slick glide of his cock in
and out of her pussy.

She screamed again when he put his mouth on her
breast, suckling at her nipple and driving her crazy. The slow tug of his mouth
was totally opposite of his cock pounding her pussy hard and fast. Whimpering
she fought to get her hands free. But he wasn’t playing at keeping her pinned.
He wasn’t letting her loose.

It was so fucking hot, and he was killing her.

“Taylor,” she whimpered. “Kiss me, please,” she
begged. She was not above begging him, now or anytime in the future.

Her nipple slid from his mouth with a soft pop. Oh,
fuck. She squeezed his cock. He kissed her in the next moment, and it didn’t
matter. Nothing mattered.

Sucking on his tongue,
all the
defense she had under his masterful assault, she clenched her vaginal muscles
around him each time he withdrew. She wanted more, needed more, and got more
when he put his free thumb on her clit and rubbed.

That was all it took.

Throwing her head back she screamed his name as she
came, hard. Her orgasm tore through her and had her clamping down on his cock
with everything inside of her.
Which had him coming.
His
body jolted and thrust into hers before he came, his cock twitching inside of
her and setting off another round.

Collapsing against him when she was done, she
didn’t argue when he held her close and carried her into the bedroom. She did
murmur a protest when he pulled free.

“Just need to get rid of the condom,” he whispered
against her ear. A brush of his lips and he drew back. If she’d had the energy
she’d have lifted her lids to watch, but she didn’t. That had been the singular
best orgasm of her life.

And she wanted more.
A lot more.

He was back soon enough and she could hear his
clothing hitting the floor a moment before the bed dipped and he pressed close
to her. Forcing her eyes open, she smiled at him. “Hi,” she
whispered,
her voice cracking.

“Hi, yourself,” he smiled back.

Oooh
.
Dimples.

“You okay?” he asked, resting a hand on her belly.

“Mm-hmm,” she purred. Stretching slowly, she
collapsed back into place. “I think I just saw heaven there. That was fucking
amazing, Taylor.”

Chuckling, he brushed a kiss to her shoulder. The
little bit of stubble on his chin scraped her shoulder and caused her to
shiver. Oh damn, she was ready to go again.

“Good, I’m glad it was as spectacular for you as it
was for me.”

“Better,” she said, nodding with a grin.

Laughing, he hugged her close with his one arm
before sliding his hand down to her pussy. “So, when did you decide to get rid
of the hair?” he asked, his tone curious.

“First year of college,” she admitted. “Went in and
got it all waxed off and haven’t stopped since. I like it smooth, feels
sinfully sexy in my underwear.”

“It’s very sexy,” he agreed.

When he moved, she protested, but he wasn’t going
far.
Just down between her legs, putting them up over his
shoulders and staring at her naked pussy.

“Taylor,” she said, in protest, yeah. Jerking slightly,
she watched him staring at her. “You don’t have to.” Every other guy she’d been
with had hated it and only done it when they wanted a blow job “’cause otherwise
she’d bitch.”
Yeah, real stellar guys.

“No, I don’t,” he agreed, sliding a finger down her
embarrassingly wet slit. “But I’ve wanted to for so long that I have to know.
Are you going to deny me?” he asked, rubbing his finger over her clit.

Shaking her head mutely, she felt him spread her
lips and blow out a breath. Clenching, her hips bucked, uncontrollably.

“Good, because it wasn’t really a question,” he
said. Then his mouth was on her. If not for the arm he’d thrown over her hips,
she would have bucked him and herself right off the bed.

“Taylor!” she shrieked.

He was tonguing her so deep. His scruff abraded the
inside of her thighs as she twisted, to get closer or away, she had no clue. A
little bite of his teeth, a slight scrape over her clit before his tongue was
there again.

Flicking, twirling, rubbing and then diving back
into her pussy, over and over again. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of
his hair. At the rate he was going, she’d never survive the next few minutes,
let alone the entire night.

Chapter Twelve

June 22, 1996

Dear Diary,

He’s gone.

Taylor left today.

I kissed him and wished him well, told him to write
me when he knew where he ended up so I could write him while in school. Then I
waved until his bus was long, long out of sight.

After I got home I came upstairs and cried. I’m
still crying, if you hadn’t guessed from the shaky handwriting. I can’t believe
he’s gone, Diary. I just want him back, to feel his arms around me again and to
smell his scent, the one that’s all his, again.

But he’s gone,

Teen with a heart torn to shreds.

****

Now - Taylor

Fuck me, he thought, she tasted divine.

Pure sex and sin, with a hint of
cinnamon.
He could die happy if he died right where he was,
sucking on her sweet little clit and lapping up the juices her pussy kept
giving him.

His cock was hardening again for her, already. He
wanted her again, but in a minute. Right now, he wanted her to come on his
tongue.

With that goal in mind he sucked on her clit hard,
holding her hips down as she thrashed. She had a tight hold on his hair, his
scalp tingling from the various points of pain, as she begged and pleaded with
him to stop or give her more.
Very indecisive.

Smiling, he pushed two fingers into her pussy and
stroked her, curling them to press on her G-spot. He knew he found it when she
nearly came off the bed, she arched so far. Scraping her clit he sucked hard
and rubbed his finger back and forth over the spot. Not long now he knew, not
long at all.

And he was right. In the next moment she came, his
name a scream on her lips as she arched up, tight as a bow and then collapsed,
panting in a loose pile of flesh and bone on the bed. Pulling his finger free
he lapped up the juices her pussy had given him, licking her dry, before
licking off his fingers.

Pushing up over her, he grabbed another condom from
the wallet he’d tossed on the bedside table before joining her and quickly
sheathed his straining cock.

“
Roni
, look at me, babe,”
he whispered, leaning over her, his cock poised at her entrance.

She lifted heavy lids and stared up at him blindly.
“Taylor,” his name was a moan on her lips.

Lifting her leg, he pressed into her, slowly, and
watched her eyes go wide. Her vagina was still rippling with aftershocks and
greedily pulled him in until he was buried to the hilt.

She let out a little whimper that kept him still.
She was likely sensitive, really sensitive given what they’d done since they’d
gotten back to her place. Then she clenched those inner muscles around him and
he knew she was on board.