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  “Taylor,” he complained. “I want to have sex again.”

  Still she pushed on his collar, writhing underneath him, saying, “Go down on me, go down on me first.”

  “What?” he whined in protest—he was bewildered. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to, but he would do it. Whatever she wanted.

  On his knees, he scooted his butt back to sit on his heels. His kisses went down the front of her sweatshirt, thumbs pushing up the hem and finding the spot below her navel. When he kissed her there her belly fluttered under his lips. She let out a breathy moan. She really wanted this. She was the one who wanted this. It was incredible. The closer he got, the more he smelled her funk. The smell of her lubrication was like perfume. She was hot, and she was horny.

  He kissed the soft shapes of her shaved mound, kissed along the divots between her sex and her hips. She squirmed underneath him. Then with the tip of his tongue, he drew swooping circles all around her vulva.

  “Oh please, Harrison, hurry, please ...”

  His heart was pounding now. He didn’t want his to touch his tongue down there. Didn’t want to put his mouth where another man had been. She been penetrated by another guy. Another guy put his hard manhood inside her. He came inside her ...

  “Oh wow,” he murmured, and his mouth pinched a bundle of her commissure, tongue pushing down on her clit. She hissed above him like a cat, and her hips bucked upward to meet his mouth.

  He was all in. He didn’t care. Didn’t care Colt had put his big dick in her. If this was her thing, it was his thing.

  He suckled on her flesh now, fully formed a seal with the ring of his lips around her opening. His tongue slipped up and down, the tip probing, curling forward, forming a knot that he could press into her button. Her hands grabbed at his hair and she pulled.

  “Yes,” she cried, “yes.” He squirmed his head on her, his tongue protruding, his head rolling in circles. He got lower, looked up her body to see her reaction as he did this horrible thing. It was horrible, but fuck, there was no denying the beauty in it. This was beautiful. This was a togetherness that no one else could even comprehend. She was opening herself to him, giving herself in a way she couldn’t give herself to anyone else.

  “I love you,” he sighed wetly across her sex, but she didn’t even hear him. He was talking to himself, anyway. Taylor was gone. The things he did to her were making her act like he’d never seen.

  Hands left his head, went up above her on the pillow, then thrashed down to her sides. She grabbed at the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it up her body. She wanted to be naked, and he wanted that, too. She pulled the sweatshirt off and did a crunch, rolling her torso forward to toss the sweatshirt aside. When she tightened her core like that it squeezed a liquid spate from her slit and he closed his eyes and kept going. His tongue ran up her belly and around her navel. He made his way between her breasts, and her arms went around his back when he kissed her neck. His penis was rock hard, and he mushed it against the wetness between her legs. Her thighs went around him, he could feel her heels jabbing into his calves. The bad side of him said this was afterglow. This was an aftershock from Earthquake Colt who rocked her world. The good side of him said this was all him. He was doing things to her that nobody else could. Nobody else would. It took a depth of love. His heart was pounding when he kissed her.

  Around the wet sloppiness of her kiss, she blurted, “I’m sorry ... sorry I like that ...”

  “Don’t be ... don’t ...” His hips humped the belly of his cock through her sopping sex.

  “Why is this ... mm ... so hot ...?” her hips humped against him, stroking her own pussy against his male hardness. Her arms clutched him tighter.

  “Cause I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you,” she said back.

  He took her mouth again, bit her lips and pulled at them. She gave it back, bit his tongue and he let her. Now she sucked his tongue, wrapped her lips around it went up and down like it was a small penis.

  She pulled back and with horrified eyes, she said, “I feel so crazy right now ... Did you ... did you ...”

  “What ...?”

  “Taste him?” she hissed.

  His stomach roiled with her revealed badness. His cock surged harder and he couldn’t wait to put it inside her. He said, “No, but you were, like, huh, so copper ... did he hurt you?”

  “No ...”

  “He stretched you ...”

  “Yes-s,” she cried.

  With the hard point of his aching cock pushed into the nest of her needy folds, he whispered, “Taylor ...?”

  “Please ...” she urged, flexing her stomach and tilting her pelvis to meet him.

  “You have to use condoms,” he whispered.

  “I know ...”

  “Promise me you’ll use condoms in California ...”

  “I promise, Harrison, I’m sorry ...”

  “You only take me bare ...”

  “Please, baby, oh please,” she wheedled and bucked up, spearing the first few inches of him inside her.

  He slipped himself inside fully in one stroke like a hot knife through butter. He said, “Can you even feel that?”

  She cried, “I feel it, ah, I feel it ...”

  He pushed himself in and out of her; the pleasure was overwhelming. Her hot insides gripped him with a slick tightness. She squeezed her stomach muscles, squeezed on his cock as though she needed more pressure against her walls; he hoped it was his imagination—but Taylor had been with a man now.

  “Oh fuck, Taylor don’t move. Don’t move. I don’t want to come ...”

  “Don’t come yet,” she said, “don’t you dare come. I want to keep doing this. Keep teasing me ...”

  “I can’t be inside you,” he said.

  She wriggled herself away from him, and he withdrew his erection, slithered down her body, running his tongue down along her belly, feeling the wet trails he’d already left there. Kissed at her, suckled on her clit. It wasn’t enough. She needed more from him.

  He slapped the side of her thigh, lifted a knee toward her chest and made her to turn onto her belly. She did, and he looked at her bare narrow back, saw her long thin hand gather up her hair and pull it down underneath her. He watched the blades of her shoulders work on her tanned back, saw the perfect globes of her ass. He slapped it. Slapped with manufactured confidence in a way he thought Colt might do. He slapped the other cheek, watched her flesh bounce. Then he was kissing her ass. Kissing and biting it. Running his tongue along the seam. With his thumbs, he spread her cheeks and lifted them. Examined her. Smiled at her little butt hole lifted high, the narrow line of her labia. He slipped his tongue from her tailbone down to her anus, scratching on unseen beach sand. Drawing it out, making her anticipate it. His cock throbbed between his legs, the tip pressed hard into his own belly.

  “Oh Harrison,” she sighed, and her thighs started to shake.

  “Up, up,” he whispered into her ass, and he got her to seesaw her hips and get her knees underneath her. Now her rump was up in the air, and he was over her on his knees. He put his hand on the center of her back and pushed her so her face was in the pillows, ran his tongue down her tailbone and pressed it into her anus and she squealed.

  She jumped away suddenly, but he somehow knew by the sounds she made that what he did was accepted. She scrambled to the pillows on her knees, frantically wound the crank to close the window. The room went quiet, and she watched him over her shoulder for a heartbeat, eyes wild, chest heaving. Then she scooted quickly back into position with her ass pushed up.

  He spanked her haunch, watched her toes curl. He slipped his tongue up and down again, breathed her in. The smell of her damp sex, the smell of his saliva, the smell of another man. Colt’s smell was everywhere. The smell of football. On the bed and between her legs. On her neck, on her mouth. But she was still his. In some way, she was still profoundly his.

  She quietly whined, “Please, please, are you gonna do it?”

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nbsp; He smiled, and it made his tongue lose its point. Kissed her ass cheek then, focused, brought his tongue to a point once more and ran it into her anus. Her feet kicked underneath him, and he pushed his tongue deeper. His hand shoved underneath between her legs, stroked up her stomach and over a breast. His thumb went across a hard, rubbery nipple. He swooped to the side, found her right hand then grabbed her wrist, pulled it down between her legs, used his fingers to manipulate the shape of her hand to grab her own sex.

  She began to stroke on herself. He gave her room, arched his back so he curled forward. Tongue running in circles and probing inside her, he slapped her ass.

  She gasped in excited wonder into her pillow: “I think ... I’m going to come ...”

  “You come, you bitch,” he said, and she gasped. She had two fingers inside herself now and his hand came to join. He teased along her perineum, could feel two long graceful fingers slipping inside herself. He grunted, “Three fingers, you slut.”

  “Oh,” she cried in a warbling sound, bundled four fingers together—his bad girl—and pushed them inside herself.

  He said, “Take those four fingers, you beautiful slut, take those four fingers, you whore,” and then his tongue was inside her again. She was rocking back and forth and crying into her sheets.

  She screamed, “Going to come, ah, I’m ...”

  Her thrusting fingers brought loud popping and sucking noises. He grunted bewilderingly, “Come, you slut, come for me,” and slapped her ass.

  “It’s coming, it’s coming, oh God ...”

  “Do it, Taylor, do it ...”

  “Ah, Harris-ah, oh, mm, fuck, ah, I’m gonna come ...”

  “Come you slut, come you fucking crazy, beautiful whore ...”

  “Oh shit, baby, oh shit baby, oh Harrison, oh ...”

  She rolled on the sheet as she began to orgasm, croaked a long, thin sound, and her body twisted. He pushed his tongue deeper, and with the heel of his hand, pushed her fingers against her pussy. She rolled forward onto a shoulder, and then suddenly bolted.

  She jumped and kicked, her heel struck him hard in the chest and she cried out. She scampered up the bedsheets, kicking her way up the bed, and he tumbled and fell with his back against the wall to get out of the way.

  “What the fuck ...?” he said. Something had gone wrong. He’d hurt her. He’d torn something inside her ... “What’s wrong, Taylor?” he said, and grabbed her knee, looking at her face.

  She was shocked and bewildered, staring across the room. He looked to the door, and he jumped, too.

  Kelsey Kay and Brady stood at the open archway, Brady with his hand still on the lever. Both of them were stunned. Both of them as bewildered and shocked as Taylor was.

  “Holy fuck,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum beat.

  He grabbed a sheet and yanked it to cover his erection. Taylor bundled the comforter around her, bare knees sticking up on either side.

  Kelsey Kay didn’t know what to say, and it had to be the first time for that. She still watched the two of them, mouth frozen in the shape it would take if it prepared to pronounce the letter O. Brady had a certain humor to his shocked expression. His eyes were wide; Kelsey’s were wider—three thin lines in the tiny space between her eyebrows and her hairline.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she finally said. Then both of them walked backward and left the room.

  Part 5

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  Taylor moaned and made a crying sound as her two hands gathered up some of the comforter and pressed it against her face. A sliver of her ear and jaw and cheek were still showing, and while she made those sad and pained sounds, she was also smiling.

  Harrison said, “Did they watch that? Oh my God, what did they see?” He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled: “Oh shit, what did they hear?”

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, “we said some terrible things.”

  “Oh my God,” he said, “well ... shit.”

  Taylor’s body began to shake with a quiet laugh, and with the comforter still bundled against her face, she fell to lean against him. He kissed her bare upper arm and rubbed her shoulder. She groaned, “Oh my God, I can’t believe they saw that.”

  Harrison had a singular, unshakeable thought: “Did you come?”

  She nodded into her comforter.

  “Did you really?”

  “I came,” she said.

  “Well, fucking shit,” he sighed to himself. He did that. Maybe it just took a guy like Colt to get her started, but Harrison could finish the job. Tumbling opportunities in his future fell from a high closet shelf and lay at his feet. Did he like this? The answer was yes. This togetherness with her right now was amazing. If he had a role in Taylor’s life he would take it. If this was the role, he would cherish it.

  “What do we do?” he said.

  She said, “I don’t know. I guess, I should go talk to them.”

  “You want to do that?”

  “Can you go do it?”

  He said no.

  She said, “You go do it.”

  “What—go talk to them? But ...” He said it reluctantly, but he was already getting off the bed. He pulled his shorts toward him, slipped his legs through and zipped up. He hadn’t come yet and his cock pushed the front of his shorts out. With both hands gestured between his legs he said, “I’m gonna go talk to her?”

  She said, “Put on a baggy shirt.”

  He groaned and rolled his eyes, looked around for his shirt. Once he’d pulled it on he saw that it would cover okay, and he went to the door. He said, “What do I say?”

  “I don’t know, just make it okay.”

  So simple. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, opened the door and peeped out into the hall. Kelsey Kay and Brady stood at the top of the stairs huddled close together in the dark. They were holding hands and facing each other and they were laughing. He said, “Hey, I know, very funny. You guys okay?”

  “Are we okay?” Kelsey Kay said. “What the shit, Harrison ...”

  “Sorry,” he said sheepishly and darted a look back in the room to see Taylor still sitting on the bed watching him hopefully, just pulling her hair out of the neck hole of her pink sweatshirt she’d shrugged back on. He gave her a nod to show it was going okay.

  He said to Kelsey Kay, “You can come in.”

  She said, “Do you need a few minutes?”

  He’d like to take a few more minutes, he had unfinished business, but it wasn’t probably going to happen right now, anyway. He said, “Did you need something in here?”

  She came closer holding Brady’s hand, said, “We were going to bed.”

  Brady looked at him and said, “Dude.”

  He said, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be scared off, you can come in.”

  “You two can keep it down?”

  “Yeah, yeah. Nobody knocks around here?”

  “We really thought you guys were down at the beach,” Kelsey Kay said, coming near him now, her arms folded across her chest, Brady walking behind her with his hand on her shoulder. When she came near the light, he could see her cheeks had gone rosy. He didn’t know Kelsey Kay could be embarrassed.

  He said again, “Sorry.”

  “It’s all right,” she said as she brushed past him to get into the room. She hopped across the space between the two beds and jumped on the one opposite Taylor’s. There was only a six foot distance between the two. Brady came in and gave Harrison’s elbow a tap as he walked by. He followed to Kelsey and sat down on the bed next to her.

  Taylor looked at them then hid her face again. She said, “I’m sorry, guys.”

  Kelsey Kay said, “It’s okay. Harrison’s right, we should’ve knocked.”

  Taylor moaned, “You didn’t hear us through the door?”

  She said, “We were talking. We weren’t even thinking. Really, we thought you guys were down at the beach.”

  Taylor said again, “I’m so embarrassed.”

  “You’re embarrassed?—so am I. Look a
t this, my hands are shaking.” Kelsey Kay held out her hands and showed them a slight tremor. She said, “Not that I ever pictured you two, you know, together, but that was not what I expected.”

  “For real,” Brady echoed.

  Kelsey Kay—who Harrison would have thought was unshakable—had been really affected by what she walked in on. It made him feel bad, not wanting to upset somebody, but as he narrowed his eyes on her, noting the rosy quarters that bloomed on her cheeks he thought of what she’d seen. She’d come in and seen her best friend with her butt up in the air, her other good friend with his tongue right in there and the two of them were dirty-talking like out of a porn. His legs began to slither on the bed and he drew his knees up. Embarrassed, but also aroused. Kelsey Kay had seen his erection. She’d seen him totally naked. Seen his naked penis. Seen him at his most sexual. And it was dirty. He felt exposed, but somehow the effect that exposition had on his friend illuminated a certain power. Mouthy, bossy, in-control Kelsey Kay had swooned by something she witnessed Harrison doing. No one had ever put a tongue in Kay that way before, he knew it.

  He started to smile and had to cover his two hands over his face before he burst out chuckling. He breathed loudly into his hands, and Taylor watched him. They knew each other long enough she knew he was laughing. She poked him with her toes under the comforter, scolding him, but not able to hide her own smirk either.

  Taylor said, “Kelsey, I’m so sorry. Come here.”

  Though it may look like Taylor was dressed, Harrison knew she wore no panties underneath that baggy sweatshirt. And despite that, Taylor stayed with her legs crossed and her crotch exposed, even though it was hidden under the comforter.

  Kelsey Kay came across the room now and Harrison could see wet in her eyes. They’d really shocked her. She came over and Taylor held her arms out and they hugged, Kelsey Kay staying standing and bending over the bed to put her arms around her friend. It got the mood lightened, and Kelsey Kay began to laugh. Now she sat down on the bed with her butt touching Harrison’s shin and faced Taylor. She wiped at her cheeks, her face looking like she would blubber, but she was chuckling, too. “What the hell? ...” she sighed.