803 Wishing Lane by Shaw Hart

Eleven

Caroline

“His name is Heath,”I tell Sayler and Coraline as I drive back from dropping Charlotte off at her friend’s house for their sleepover.

“How did you meet?” Coraline asks and I think back to the first time I met Heath.

We hadn’t exactly become fast friends but I can’t deny that I’ve always been drawn to him. My body always got flushed and all tingly whenever he walked into the diner, and whenever I could feel his eyes on me.

“He’s a regular at the diner,” I tell them and they aww.

“I can’t wait to meet him! Are you guys coming on the trip? Rooney said he found a cabin big enough for all of us,” Sayler says and I bite my bottom lip.

Is it too soon to be thinking about taking trips together?

My body and my heart both say no. They want him and they don’t want to go slow. I’ve seen how good he is with Charlotte and there’s no denying that he makes me laugh and that I have fun with him.

Can I really rush into this? Just let my emotions guide me?

“I’ll have to ask him,” I say, biting my lip.

I feel like a teenager, planning trips with my boyfriend and talking to my friends about him.

“I should go. I need to clean up before he gets here,” I tell my friends and they both say they’ll talk to me soon before we end the call.

I hang up, smiling as I drive back through Cherry Falls toward my house. It took longer than I thought to drop Charlotte off at her friend’s house and now I’m running late. Heath is supposed to be here in half an hour and I still have so much to get done. I know that we’re just hanging out at my place, but I still wanted to look nice and I need to clean up the place a little bit.

I pull into the driveway, slam my car into park and hurry inside. The house is even messier than I remember and I bend down, scooping up all of Charlotte’s toys and stuffed animals into the cubbies of her toy stand in the living room.

My next stop is my bedroom upstairs. I’m like a cyclone as I move around the room, tossing dirty clothes into the hamper and stray shoes into the closet. By the time I’m done, I have ten minutes to hop in the shower, rinse off, and get dressed.

I manage to do it in nine.

I’m headed down the stairs when Heath knocks on the front door. My heart takes off like a shot in my chest and I have to take a deep breath to calm down before I head over to open the front door.

“Hey,” I say shyly as I open the door and see Heath standing there.

“Hey, you look gorgeous,” he says, ducking his head slightly as he steps inside.

“Thanks. That smells so good,” I say as the garlic, tomato, and cheese scent from the pizza boxes in his arms hits me.

“Pepperoni and cheese.”

“My favorite,” I say, leading him into the kitchen.

“Mine too. Where are the pups?” he asks, just as they start barking at the back door.

“Are you sure you want me to let them in? It’s pretty crazy and hectic with them both inside.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Heath says, his eyes holding mine in their gaze.

It feels like he’s saying yes to so much more than just letting the dogs in and I smile to myself as I open the back door and let the dogs in.

They run right past me and make a beeline for Heath. I expect him to be a little overwhelmed but he just smiles, bending down and giving each of them some attention.

Watching him grin down at the dogs, his big strong hands running over their fur, I’ve never wanted to be a dog so bad in my life.

“Are you hungry?” I ask, heading over to the kitchen cabinet and grabbing two plates.

“Yeah,” he says his voice husky as he stands.

I can feel my panties starting to grow damp as I set the plates down on the counter, his arm brushing against mine as he joins me.

Suddenly I’m hungry for so much more than food.

“Do you like cold pizza?” I ask him and he stares at me, confused.

“Uh, sure.”

“Good,” I say, jumping up into his arms.

The action takes him off guard but he has fast reflexes. His hands cup the back of my thighs, his pupils dilating as my legs wrap around his waist and my fingers tangle in his hair.

“Do you want me?” I whisper against his lips and he nods.

“More than I want my next breath. More than anything.”

I can’t hold back how I feel for him any longer and our lips meet. Kissing him is like jumping out of a plane or being on a rollercoaster. I’m alive. It’s the only time lately when I don’t feel any of my responsibilities pressing down on me. When I don’t feel so completely alone and out of my depth.

Heath kisses me slow and I appreciate him not wanting to rush me but I feel like if I don’t feel his skin against mine in the next minute, I’m going to lose my mind.

“Bedroom,” I breath and he nods, gripping my hand and leading me toward the stairs.

We take them two at a time and I giggle as he tries to lead me into the bathroom.

“This one,” I say, tugging him into my room.

Heath’s hands land on my ass and he squeezes as his lips find mine. We back up toward the bed. I can feel his cock, hard and thick just behind the ridge of his zipper, and I moan, wiggling against it as the back of my legs hit the bed.

I reach for his shirt, my fingers clumsy as I try to pull it off of him but he helps me. Our lips break apart and then meet again hungrily as soon as the material is off.

His chest is covered in a dusting of hair and I can’t help but run my hands all over him. I love how hard and strong he is under my palms and I try to rub myself against him.

Heath bites back a groan, breaking the kiss and tugging my shirt off. My bra disappears next and there’s only a moment for me to feel self-conscious. It disappears as soon as I catch sight of Heath’s face.

His eyes are heated as they devour me. He looks like a man who has found a treasure and is about to fight to the death to keep it.

“Beautiful,” he says, his voice gruff as he reaches out and runs one calloused finger down the base of my neck, between my breasts.

He circles my belly button and I shiver.

“Am I your first?” he asks, his voice deeper than it was just a second ago and I nod.

“Yeah, I uh, well, I never got around to it.”

The excuse sounds lame but Heath seems pleased.

“Good. I’m your first, then…and your last.”

His hands find my pants and he unbuttons them, tugging them and my panties down my legs. As soon as I step out, he pushes me back onto the bed and comes down over me.

I don’t know when he pushed his own jeans and boxers down, and I don’t worry about it too much. Not when his hot cock rubs against my slit and drives me wild.

“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m begging for.

“Not yet. I need to get you ready for me first,” he says and with that, he starts to kiss his way down my body.

He reaches my breasts and he cups them in his big hands, squeezing them together as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. He pulls the pebbled peak between his teeth and I gasp. It feels like there’s an electric current straight from my nipples to my core and I clench around nothing.

“I need…” I start but I can’t find the words.

“I know what you need,” he says, switching to my other nipple and I moan, arching up against his mouth.

I’m writhing beneath him, trying to find something to take the ache between my legs away. I’m just about to beg Heath again when he releases my breasts and starts to kiss lower.

I watch his dark head of hair as he leaves wet kisses over the slight swell of my stomach. He settles between my legs, nudging my thighs further apart so there’s room for his wide shoulders.

“So wet,” he murmurs as his fingers come up to spread my folds.

My face heats and I’m about to try to close my legs or cover my dripping pussy when Heath leans forward and licks a path up my center.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, drawing the word out as my head falls back against the bed.

Heath chuckles against my skin and I shiver, wiggling my hips to try to get him to do that again.

“My girl has got a delicious, greedy little cunt,” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

He licks me again, slipping his tongue slightly inside my snug hole and my head thrashes against the mattress. He slips one finger inside of me, pushing it in and out and my hips start to move, learning his rhythm.

“Look at that. Clinging so tight to my finger.”

I barely hear his words now, too lost in sensations.

Heath licks me again, this time hitting that little pearl that cause me to see stars. When he sucks it into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, I’m worried that I might actually black out or go hoarse from screaming.

I claw at his head, my hips restless on the bed as he pushes another finger into me, curling them and rubbing against some secret spot inside of me that has me flying over the edge.

I come against his face and he just keeps licking me.

“More,” I say, my voice hoarse and Heath nods, licking his fingers clean.

He pushes his jeans and boxers the rest of the way off and my mouth waters as I get a look at his cock.

I reach out, my fingers wrapping around him and he hisses in a breath.

“You want to explore me?”

“Uh huh,” I say, sitting up on the bed and wrapping my fingers tighter around his length.

“That’s it,” he groans, his eyes dark as he watches me jerk him off.

“Can I taste it?” I ask and his head falls back like he’s in pain.

“You never have to ask if you can suck my cock, baby. It’s yours now. You can do any fucking thing that you want with it.”

I smile, feeling emboldened as I lean forward and take a lick across the head of his cock.

Heath’s hands tighten into fists as I open my mouth wider, taking the head of his dick into my mouth and sucking.

“More,” he groans and I happily oblige.

I take as much of him as I can, my hand moving up and down on the remaining inches. I find a rhythm and I feel him start to swell in my mouth. I try to pick up my pace but Heath stops me, pulling me off of him and moving me higher up the bed.

“I’ll come down your pretty throat later. Right now, I just need to fill this pussy.”

I spread my thighs wide for him in invitation and he grins, fisting his cock and lining it up with my opening.

“Just breathe. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says and I nod, trying to relax as he starts to push in.

I feel the pinch of pain when he breaks through my virginity and then he’s kissing me, his fingers playing with my nipple as he tries to distract me from the pain.

It doesn’t hurt anymore. Instead, there’s just this pressure inside of me. I need more.

“Move,” I moan and Heath balances on his hands, starting to rock slowly in and out of me.

It feels so good. He’s so big, stretching me so wide around him as he thrusts in and out of me. I move my legs up, hooking my ankles around his back and it changes the angle, makes it deeper.

I moan when he hits that spot inside of me that feels like I’ve just been plugged into a socket.

“That’s it. Fucking strangle my cock with that tight pussy,” Heath growls and his words only drive me higher.

My tits bounce with each hard thrust and Heath groans, his eyes watching the swaying mounds.

“So fucking sexy. Been dreaming about this body for months.”

I gasp, my peak hitting hard and I scream as I come around his pulsing length. He thrusts twice more and then I feel him spill inside of me as he finds his own release.

He rolls us over so that I’m sprawled out on top of him and I smile drowsily, nuzzling against his chest.

“That was…” I start, trying to find a word that adequately describes what I just felt.

“Perfect,” Heath supplies and I grin.

“Yeah, it was perfect.”

His arms wrap around me and we lie like that for a few minutes. When my stomach growls, I start to giggle and Heath rolls me onto my side.

“I got so distracted, I forgot to feed you. Be right back.”

I collapse back against my pillows with a smile on my face, feeling boneless. Heath comes back into the room a minute later, a pizza box in his hand and I laugh as he hops back into bed and presents the pizza to me with a flourish.

“Dinner is served,” he says and I laugh.

“It looks delicious.”

We both take a slice of the now cold pizza and I smile softly as I take a bite, resting my head on Heath’s shoulder.

An image of more days like this in the future hits me and I’m surprised at how badly I want that.

I want a future with Heath.

I want everything with Heath.