The Influence(84)

It was dark outside, but the drapes were still open, and he closed them before Jill returned from the bathroom. It felt weird having her stay here when Lita and Dave were just across the yard, like having a girl sleep overnight in his bedroom while his parents were home. There was the same awkwardness and the same forbidden thrill, and he hoped she wouldn’t be too loud. Later.

Jill came back from the bathroom just as the intermission was ending, and they watched the second half of the movie, which he didn’t like quite as much. The film ended, and as the TCM host began talking about the making of Giant, Jill scooted closer to him on the couch. They kissed, their bodies pressing together.

Several minutes passed before she pulled away, sliding off the couch, kneeling on the floor and smiling. “I know what you want,” she said, and started unbuckling his pants.

He half-heartedly pushed her hands away. “You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” she told him, and took out his growing penis, holding it in her hand and lowering her head to meet it. He closed his eyes as she teased him with her tongue, flicking it lightly around the tip before taking him all the way in. The soft warm wetness of her mouth engulfed him completely, and she began sucking greedily, hungrily, speeding up to bring him almost to the brink of climax, then slowing down or stopping when she sensed it was about to happen, allowing him to grow soft again before resuming her efforts. It was an excruciating tease, and it ended when, instead of slowing down, she sped up, and he came in her mouth, spurting jet after jet of semen down her throat. She held him there, waiting patiently until he was finished, then slid her mouth up and off, licking the last drop from the tip.

“Wow,” he said breathlessly.

She smiled up at him.

His penis shrank, but not as much as it usually did, and it began to stiffen again almost immediately when she stood, taking off her clothes. That had never happened to him before, especially after such a powerful orgasm, and he took his clothes off as well, both of them moving over to the bed.

She lay down on the mattress, on her side in a classic cheesecake pose.

“I want you to lick my hole,” she said.

He’d fully intended to reciprocate, and he nodded happily. “Of course, madame.”

“My asshole,” she whispered.

He’d never done that before, and the idea made him a little uncomfortable, but he met her eyes, and she rolled onto her stomach, inviting him. His gaze moved down to the rounded curves of her buttocks. He was still hard, was growing harder, and he knelt down behind her, nosing into the crack of her soft bottom. His tongue found the tightly clenched opening, and he began working it, feeling her stiffen beneath him, her breathing growing harsher the longer he licked. Pushing herself back against his open mouth, her butt cheeks tightening on the sides of his face, she let out a small cry before finally pulling away, gasping.

Jill was breathing heavily. “Do you think you can…?”

He rose to his knees, looked down at his quivering erection. “Yeah.”

She got up on all fours, and he saw a wet spot on the bedspread where she’d been lying.

She screamed as he entered her from behind, and he put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he plunged forcefully into her, feeling the hard exhalation of air on his palm after each vigorous thrust. She came, bucking against him, then came again. And again. And again…

After they were done, they took a shower together. Giggling, Jill peed on his hand as he washed her well-used vagina. She was as playful in the water as she was intense in bed, and he thought about how lucky he was to have found someone so fun and uninhibited with whom he could actually see himself having a long-term relationship. They were compatible emotionally, intellectually and sexually, and in his experience that was a rare thing.

Unless…

Unless this relationship was a result of that creature in the smokehouse.

It occurred to him that he had not met Jill until after New Year’s, and his love life had been on a downward trajectory for the past half-decade before meeting her. If it was true, as everyone was saying, that the monster (he refused to think of it as an angel) had changed everyone’s luck, making the rich poor and the poor rich, the miserable content and the happy unhappy, then maybe it was responsible for whatever he had with Jill.

The idea depressed him, but he could not dismiss it, and though he was not suspicious of her, he was suddenly suspicious of what they had, and, a little too abruptly, he told her he was tired and suggested they go to sleep.

He dreamed, and it was a nightmare he had had before. Once again, he was on a flat featureless plain that stretched endlessly in all directions. There were monsters in the air, monsters on the ground, all of them after him, and he was running as fast as he could, trying desperately to stay alive in this hellish world.