Hard Bastard(94)

And we fell together. I felt more alive than I ever had before, and I could tell that I was laughing. I kissed her lips and wondered briefly why she was strapped in facing me instead of facing outward like usual. But I didn’t care. Somehow it made sense. I kissed her and she kissed me back, our lips and limbs intertwined. We were hurtling toward the ground faster than a train, our bodies tiny in the black void of the night, and all I wanted was her. My cock was hard and straining against my clothes. When we landed, I knew I was going to take her, right there. I was going to fuck her until everything was gone and she was mine.

I pulled away, wanting to look at her. She smiled at me and her mouth moved. I couldn’t hear what she was saying.

“What?” I yelled over the wind.

She said something again. Before I could respond, the old panic welled up in my chest.

“I need to pull the chord,” I yelled.

She kept smiling and saying something, over and over.

I reached back for the old familiar tug, but found nothing. I tried looking over my shoulder, craning my neck, but it was so dark and we were falling so fast. I patted my whole body, searching frantically for the cord, but it was gone.

It was completely gone.

Somebody had strapped Aubrie in wrong and had cut the cord and we were going to smash into the ground. We were going to smash like a shooting star, together.

“I can’t find the chord,” I yelled.

She kept smiling and saying something, over and over and over.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her head against my chest. I began to rotate, hoping that maybe my body would break her fall. Maybe she would survive. I held on to her tightly, the ground rushing up at us.

I woke up, drenched in sweat. Another fucking nightmare, I thought.

It was the same dream, but a little different. Instead of reliving the crash again, I was strapped in with Aubrie and we were falling together. We were falling without a chute.

I shook my head, clearing away the lingering feelings from the dream, and sat up. I hadn’t spoken to Aubrie since the charity event five days ago, but she was the only thing on my mind since then. The kiss, the look on her face, and the call from her dad. More than that, what it meant that I could barely keep myself from barging into her room every night and ripping off her clothes.

I moved to stand up and glanced down at myself. I sighed at the tented fabric of my boxers, the stiff morning wood more of an annoyance than anything else. It was a little weird that a dream about falling to my death with Aubrie got me hard, but I wasn’t about to analyze that too much. I was going through enough weird Freudian shit without trying to figure out every single symbol from my dreams.

I got up, limped into the bathroom, waited for my dick to soften enough to piss, and looked into the mirror. “Get your shit together,” I said softly to my reflection. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get the thought of that kiss out of my head. I had never wanted someone like I wanted her, and the years had only made that feeling even stronger.

It probably didn’t help that I hadn’t gotten laid in a while. Or that I kept jerking off thinking about Aubrie’s pussy wrapped around the head of my dick and her moan as she slowly slid down my length. I wanted to lift her up and push her down hard, pressing myself deeper into her. I wanted to make her throw her head back and moan until her voice went hoarse. I wanted to fuck her again and again until she limped as much as I did. I wanted to come deep into her throat, into her pussy, all over those full, firm tits, all over her perky, tight ass.

I glanced down at my dick, already stiffening again. I sighed, sitting down on the lid of the toilet, and spit into my hand, slowly working up and down my length.

I couldn’t go walking around the house thinking about how badly I wanted to spread Brie’s legs and fuck her rough from behind. There was no telling what I would do if I glanced her sitting by the pool, her body spilling out of her bathing suit. Maybe I’d walk over to her right then and there, rip off her bottoms, and lick her pussy until she begged for my cock. Then I’d let her ride me until she came, over and over and over. Or I’d bend her down, her hands flat on the back of the chair, and grab onto her hips hard as I thrust into her soaked pussy. I’d plunge myself deeper and deeper, slapping her ass.

I moved my hand faster up and down my length as I thought about all the different ways I wanted to fuck and ravage Aubrie. All the different places I wanted to make her come. All the different ways I could make her moan until she had nothing left.

I grunted softly as I came, the image of Aubrie’s lips wrapped around my shaft echoing through my brain.

Slowly, I calmed myself and cleaned up. I stood, sighing at the pain.