Pushing Limits (17 page)

His answer is a single word, dark and low.  “Hush.”

The orgasm hits like a bat against my head.  Stars on black,
thundering of blood rushing in my ears, and I cry out. 

Foil ripping.  His cock slides through my juices.  “Damn,
darlin’, your pussy’s beautiful.  All wet and glistening.  Swollen up
to an angry red.  Ready for a good hard fuck.”   

With a forceful thrust, he’s inside me.  The jar of his thrust
forces my body to milk him.  His onslaught is hard and relentless as I
gulp the air.  My hands quiver and buzz in their restraints as I lick my
lips, gasping, joining him.  He pounds my pelvis into him with each
thrust, fucking him hard.  I whisper, “Oh baby, your cock feels so
good.”  My legs rise and my feet find the bed.  I ram forward hard,
trying to fuck out all my aggression, all my need.  My urge is met and we
climb higher and higher, fucking harder and harder.  I find my release and
I hear myself scream. “Fuck, baby.  Oh God!  Fuck!” 

I feel his back arch as he sinks further into me, grinding harder into me
a few more times before he collapses. 

“That went straight to top ten of the best fucks in my life.” He groans,
pulling the scarf off and loosening the slip knot around my wrists.  My
hands are free, and I melt into the soft sheets.

“That was fucking amazing.”  I smile shyly murmuring, “I’ve never
been that vocal before.”  I avert my eyes and lift the sheet to cover my
red face while murmuring.  “It’s a little embarrassing.”

“Darlin’, stop.”  He pulls the sheet down, grazing my chin with his
index finger, “It was hot.  I thought I was going to explode watchin’ you
come so many times.”  His eyes zero in on mine.  “I love hearing you
say you want me.  It’s quite a boost to the
ol
’
ego.  Now, I just have to get you to talk dirty without the blindfold.”

“What was the vibration?”  I smile kissing his chest.

“I told you I got you a present.  It’ll keep you busy while I’m out
at the ranch.  Scratch your itch so to speak.”  He holds up a strange
pink vibrator with two prongs vibrating independently. 

Giggling, I study the strange implement with a smirk, marveling at my new
toy.  The deep blush crawls up my neck as I put it into the drawer next to
the rabbit. 
I think I just met my new best friend
. 

“Why are you putting it away?  We’re not done yet.  I need a
little rest.  Later, I want to watch you play for a bit.”  His
lecherous grin causes goose bumps to rise on my naked chest.

“Play?”  My eyes widen.

“I want to see you make yourself come,” he says, his wicked eyes dancing,
“Oh, and I want to make sure I tell you one thing.”  His eyes darken as he
strokes a finger over my nipple.  “I love it when you call me ‘baby’ -
makes my dick hard every time.  Shit, I feel like going at it again
thinkin’ about it.”

I look down and apparently he is telling the truth.

His phone beeps from the floor.  Wrestling his phone from his jean
pocket, he studies the display.  “The first calf is coming.” His soft
smile, full of regret compliments his sad eyes.  “He needs me out at the
ranch.  I’m sorry, darlin’.  I have to go.”

“I understand.  Go, I’ll be fine.”  I smile, trying to reassure
him.  “We’ll be able to talk on the phone or text, right?”

“Most of the time I’ll be in a pasture so leave me messages.  I’ll
call you back.  It might be at some mighty strange times.  I’ll try
to text but it may be a while before you hear from me.  The reception out
there isn’t reliable.”

“Ok, it’s going to be fine, right?  It’s only two months.”  I
smile while trying not to cringe at the same time.  Reality closes
in.  I won’t be able to see or talk to him whenever I want. 

“Calving season will be over before you know it.”  His leer is
back.  “I’m sure gonna miss that sweet ass of yours.”

He kisses me and slides his jeans on, pulling his t-shirt over his
head.  He kisses me thoroughly and whispers, “It’s only a few
months.  We’ll talk and text.  It’ll be fine.” 

I give him my bravest smile and wave goodbye as he walks out the
door. 

“Hey, have you heard from Tommy?” Sally asks.

“Yeah, I sent him a text this morning.”  I look down,
embarrassed.  I study my eggplant bedspread, sliding my hand across the
top remembering our last night.  The heat rises up my neck, and I smile.

“Amber, look at me.” Her voice is soft, compelling me to look at her.

“What?”  I look into her eyes trying like hell to keep my best poker
face on.

Sally studies my face for a moment and says, “You like him.  I mean,
you really like him, don’t you?”

“It’s too soon for all that.  Please.”  I feel the heat on my
face as I glance away. 
Damn it!  I am so busted.

“You do!” she says.  Her girlish giggle surprises me, sometimes she
is so silly. 

“Whatever.  So now you want to braid each other’s hair and sit up
talking about boys all night?” I say, picking up my phone willing myself not to
look at it in front of her to see if I have a text from him.

“Oh my God.  You should see your face.  You are itching to look
and see if he’s sent you a text.  Aren’t you?”  Snatching my phone,
she holds it above my head, easily keeping it away from my reach. 

Man, I fucking hate tall people.
 

“Give me my fucking phone, Sally!” I say, as I vainly try to jump up for
it…snatching it at the same time…and failing miserably.

“Maybe you need a little help from your friends, Amber,” she says as she
types something in, easily typing despite my tugging and attempts to knock my
phone out of her hands.  When she’s done, she hands me my phone.

My phone pings:

I miss you, too, darlin’

***

“What are you doing this weekend?”  Karen asks as we gather our
books.  “Jerrod and I were going to ask a few people to The Hole in the
Wall.  Sally’s going.  I don’t know if she’s bringing someone or
not.  Some of Jerrod’s friends might come, too.  We’re heading over
about eight on Friday.”

“Sounds good.”

After a long, dry lecture from the professor we walk out to the
quad.  The soccer team is leaving the field, and Jerrod jogs over. “Hey
Babe.” He kisses Karen and slides into step beside her, his long legs slow to
almost a crawl. 
Karen’s tall, but Jerrod makes her look tiny.

Grinning, I say, “Hey Jerrod.” 

“Hey Amber.”  He looks at me expectantly, “You’re coming with us on
Friday, right?”  His mouth forms into a grin, and his hazel eyes crinkle
as he nudges me.  “I think Bobby might swing by.”

“So?” I challenge him. 

Bobby jogs up to us, flashing me a white smile.  “
Hola, pequena
.” 
 

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Uh – hi, Bobby.”  Glancing at Karen, we
lock eyes. 
Really?  So, now he knows me?  What a douche.

Bobby smiles and asks, “You’re going on Friday?  I guess I’ll see
you there.  Did you start the paper for political science yet?”

“No.”  I glance away
.  What now I exist?

“Have you decided which topic you’re writing on?” he asks.

I stare at him. 
What the fuck?  What now we’re friends
? 
“Uh-no,” I say, looking across the quad.

“I think I’m going to write on Political Action Committees.”  His
face is the very vision of someone who is damned pleased with himself. 
Really? 
My God, this guy is so full of himself. 
He asks,
“Do you want
to work together on it?  We could meet in the library after your last
class.”

So that’s his game
. 
Dumb jock probably thinks he can
charm me into doing his paper for him
.  “No thanks.  I think I’m
going to write on something else.  I do a lot of my work in my room
anyway.”

“I don’t mind working in your room if you would be more comfortable that
way.”  His smile is bright with a touch of a leer.

“Sorry, I think I’ll go it alone,” I say.

“That’s how you do a lot of things, isn’t?”  He laughs. 
What
the fuck is that supposed to mean?
  “You seem very independent,” he
adds hastily, smiling down at me.

“Karen, we better go.  We promised to meet Sally at the dorm,” I
say, pulling at her elbow. 
This has all become too surreal.  I
need to go. 

“Bye, Babe.”  Karen kisses Jerrod on the lips, tenderly stroking his
cheek.

“I’ll call you later, ok?” Jerrod says with a broad grin. 

We make our way across the quad before Karen says, “What was that all
about?  I mean Bobby barely speaks to you, and now he’s trying to get you
to study with him.”  A romantic look crosses her tawny face as she says,
“He is a hottie though, I must say.  And, if you dated him, we could
double.”

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to her.  “Karen, do I look like a
girl who goes on double dates?”

She giggles.  “Yeah, that is definitely not your scene.”

“And…I have a boyfriend.  Well, kind of a boyfriend, I mean I’m
seeing someone.  Anyway, I’m not interested in playing the field.”  I
smile to myself remembering Tommy’s comment,
I don’t share
. 
Thinking about it makes my stomach clench.

“Sorry.  You’re right.  You know he’s welcome to come with us
on Friday.”

“I know.  But, he can’t. He has to work on his ranch.  I won’t
see him for a few more weeks.  Calving season.”

“Oh-ok.  But you can still go out, right?”

I eye her and say, “Of course.” 

Karen starts chatting on about Jerrod and the latest cool thing he did to
make her feel special.  I zone out feeling a pang of sadness.  As we
get closer to the dorm, a group of four girls merges in front of us on the
sidewalk.

“I heard she bought her way in.  I guess her mom made some huge
endowment to the college when she got here.  My girlfriend was waitlisted
and she had a great SAT scores and top grades in high school.  That’s not
right.”

The blond says, “From what I heard, her family is rich.  Like really
rich.  Bill Gates, rich.”

“I can’t believe someone can buy her way in.  It’s wrong.” 

Are they talking about me?
How would they know about my mom’s endowment? 
They have to be talking about someone else.  This school is full of rich
kids.  They have to be.
I want to crawl into a hole.  I hope they
aren’t talking about me but what if they are? 
Shit!

The girls veer off to the student union, and I turn to Karen, hoping to
get my mind off those girls.  “So, it looks like things are going well
with Jerrod.”

She smiles shyly, her face looking down to hide her emerald eyes.  A
light pink color hues her cheeks.  “Yeah, things are going well. 
Being with him is going better than I could have imagined.  Turns out, he
was incredibly jealous that night in Mulligan’s.”  She sighs. 
“Later, he showed me how much.”  She smiles, looking away to hide her face
again.  “I worry if I’m going to keep his interest, you know?  He’s
had a lot more, uh, relationships than I have.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that.  No two people are the same.”  I
wink, “if you know what I mean.”

Karen blushes again and shrugs her shoulders.  “What if he gets
bored with me?”  She looks away.  “I’ve only ever wanted
Jerrod.  I waited for four years for him to notice me. Don’t get me wrong;
I dated.”  She looks around and whispers, “I’m not a virgin or anything.”

I nod and focus on keeping my face impassive.  I don’t want to razz
her again, but she does make it really easy.  The girl is the epitome of
provincial.

She looks away.  “Why did putting a pair of high heels and a short
skirt make the difference?”

“You looked hot that night.  You weren’t hiding any more. 
That’s why he noticed you.”  I nudge her, “I’m sure all the guys buzzing
around you didn’t hurt either.  You’re a beautiful woman.  I don’t
know why you hide behind your glasses and baggy clothes.”

“I need the glasses to see the board in the classroom and my clothes are
comfortable,” she says.  Her lips purse and she stands taller.

“I didn’t mean to insult you, Karen.”  I raise my hands in
defeat.  Resting my hand on her arm, I stop her, making her look me in the
eyes.  “Really I didn’t.”

“That’s ok.”  She squeezes my hand and picking up our walk.  “I
realize the only time I ever even get remotely dressed up is when I have to be
on camera.  I’m broke all the time.  I’m on scholarship,
remember?  I don’t have the money to shop like you and Sally.  Hell,
I think Melissa has better clothes than I do and she never leaves the
room.” 

“When we get back to the room, we should talk to our resident
fashionista.  I bet Sally has a suggestion.  Shit, if you let her,
she’d probably jump at the chance to give you a make-over.”

“I don’t need her charity,” Karen says.  Her lips set in a guarded
grimace.

I stop, putting my hand on her elbow to get her to stop, too.  “I
didn’t mean it like that.  I meant she could go through your clothes and
see what works and what doesn’t.  She could take you to some store that’s
within your budget.  That’s it.” 

“I’m sorry.  I guess I’m a bit defensive.”  She shakes her head
with an apologetic smile.  Sighing, she says, “It’s tough being a middle
class kid in a school full of rich kids.   I think Sally has a jacket
that costs more than my entire wardrobe.  It’s not only the money
thing.”  She looks at me with complete sincerity.  “I hope you both
know I would never use you like that.  You know that, right?” I nod and we
start walking again.  “I wasn’t raised that way.”

“We know.” I nod. 

“That kind of behavior really gets under my skin.  Every time I’m
with Jerrod and the guys are around, Bobby conveniently forgets his wallet or
doesn’t have cash.  I swear he never pays for a thing.  Jerrod has
the money, his parents own half the city, but it bothers me, seeing Bobby use
him as his own personal ATM.”

“That’s weird.  Sally says he’s loaded.”  I shrug.  “He’s
probably one of those rich guys that think carrying cash is gauche.”

“Hmm.  I guess.”   Her eyes narrow.

“
Annnywwwaaay
.”  My lips spread into a
wide grin as I draw the word out, circling my arm around her and give her a
quick hug.  “I’m glad you’re happy.   Do you want to get
together to study for the history exam?”

“I thought you like to go at it alone.”  She laughs.

“Hey, I said ‘go it alone’ not ‘go at it alone’.”  I smirk.

“Right.”  She chuckles, blushing deeply, the dark red color
spreading over her golden tan when she realizes what she said.

“Damn, girl.  I was joking.  I didn’t mean to embarrass
you.”  I taunt her. 
You simply make it so easy.

As we enter the elevator, I pull out my phone and type a text to Tommy:

Hey.  What cha doin’?

We walk down the hall and I drop Karen at her room.  My phone pings:

Another seventeen calves born today. 

How’s my girl?

I type my reply:

Just thinking about you. 

Thinking of all the nasty things I want to do to you next
time we’re together.  ;)

My phone pings:

Really? 

Maybe I need to steal away in the middle of the night

 
to
come visit you so you can
show me.

I reply:

Don’t tease me.  :/

My phone pings:

I miss you, too, darlin’. 

I wish I could be there right now to show you how much.

How are your classes going?

I reply:

Got an A on my calculus test!

Is there any chance I will see you this weekend?

I miss you.

My phone pings:

I have to get out to the pasture. 

I’ll work on trying to get into town. 

I text a reply:

I would love that…almost as much as I love sucking your
cock.  ;)  

Use that for incentive.

My phone pings:

Damn.  Now I have to go out there with a hard-on. 

You’re killing me.  ;)

Bye, darlin’

I text:

               
Bye, baby

My phone pings:

I love it when you call me that. 

It’s gonna be a long night.  Sweet dreams!

A smile spreads over my lips and I start my calculus homework.  My
calculus homework is a bitch!  It’s not hard for me.  I just let so
much build up.  Why did I procrastinate?   Around midnight, I
pat myself on the back for catching up in another class.  Two more classes
to go, and I can get into a grove.

My phone pings with a text from Sally:

Hey Girlie! 

I won’t be home tonight.

 In case you didn’t guess that already. 

Met someone new. 

You’re goin’ on Friday, right?

I text her:

Hey Sally!  Yup, I’m going. 

Have fun!  I’ll see you in the morning.

***

I’m up early to get caught up on my reading for Contemporary British
Fiction.  Professor Stewart has assigned
Brideshead Revisited
. 
It’s actually pretty good.  It reminds me of a book I had to read in high
school called
The Remains of the Day
.  The only downer is…it’s
frickin’ four hundred pages long, so I’ll be reading it all weekend and into
next week, and then I get to write a paper on it. 
Yay me!

I head over to the student union to grab a bite before my next
class. 
Man, I’m starving
.  Taking a tray I head over to the
omelet station and peruse the vegetables and meats destined for the
omelets.  Everything looks fresh.  The chef makes my omelet and I
walk over to the cashier, swiping my card, and take a seat at an empty
table.  Not many people are in here this early, but I notice a group of
girls and another group of guys and girls.  I dig in to my food.  I
had some coffee in the room, but I want to head to Starbucks for a fix and I’m
short on time.