Chapter Four

Nick

I’m not sure my cock has ever been so hard. And blue balls, I haven’t had these since eleventh grade English class.

Emma rests in my arms, and though I’ve been fantasizing about holding her, breathing her in, and watching her tits shake as I jerk one off for the last three hours, I’m showing restraint. It’s not going to last much longer. I know because my cock is already starting to throb, and the pain is borderline torture.

I’m not sure what the hell I’m going to do if she doesn’t wake up normal in the morning. Even then, I don’t know how I get over the fact that she had her tongue on my cock.

My cock aches as she squirms in my arms and sighs.

Fucking hell, I’m going to explode. And after I do, I’m going to get therapy because apparently, I’m a sick fuck.

A really fucking sick piece of shit.

I groan under my breath and attempt to move my arm from beneath her, but she snuggles into me harder, holding me in place.

Okay. If she’s not going to move, I’ve got to beat this cock down so I can get these filthy fucking thoughts out of my head and get some sleep. I have twenty driveways to plow come five a.m. with her pretty ass bouncing around next to me. I won’t make it if I don’t take care of this.

Blowing out a heavy breath, I tuck my hand into my boxers and stroke my dry cock.

That’s how desperate this is. I’m stroking it dry, and it still feels good.

Her tits shake as I move my hand. For a second, I worry that I’ll wake her up. Then what? What do I say when she sees me? Knowing I rejected her will cause more stress and that’ll cause her to stay in this state even longer. I can’t have that, but I also can’t stop now.

Her tits bounce and her hard nipples spill from the sides of the blanket she’s tucked under. I should’ve dressed her before we fell asleep. Then again, I should’ve done a lot of things.

I jerk harder and faster, watching her body as it shakes.

Fuck… this is wrong! I know it’s wrong, but it’s better than the alternative. I’m confident she wouldn’t want me touching her naked body, disrespecting her in every possible way, and passing out before work in the morning.

She sighs and rolls into me, landing her hand on my chest.

This isn’t fair. Someone is punishing me. I breathe her in and pump my cock in my fist, desperate to come, desperate to finally feel the aching relief I need as I go back to her wet, smooth lips on my tip, her tongue slipping up and down the shaft, her hair sprawled out onto my thighs.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I stroke harder, imagining what it would feel like to sink into her tight, little pussy. Imagining what it would feel like to own her and keep her for good. Imagining how we’d spend days and nights planted in this bed, fucking like filthy animals until life forces us to leave the house.

I groan lowly under my breath and watch her tits again as they shake. Fuck! I’m so fucking close.

The phone rings. The phone fucking rings!

It’s two a.m. Why the fuck is the phone ringing?

I reach to silence the call before Emma wakes up, but I don’t make it in time.

“What’s going on?” Her tone is low and soft.

“I’m not sure.” I flip the phone over in frustration to see Mrs. Robinson’s number pop up on the screen. “Shit.”

Mrs. Robinson is the oldest woman on Rugged Mountain and she’s a treasure to everyone. If she’s calling this late, something must be wrong.

“What?”

“It’s Mrs. Robinson. I should probably answer.”

“Yeah, please.”

I slide the phone to answer, and clear my throat. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yes, dear. Everything is fine, except for my roof that’s about to cave in.”

“Your roof?”

“Yes. All that snow we got last week piled up and never slid down. I thought it would be fine for a few more days, but it’s creaking, and I don’t know what to do, honey. I hate to bother you this late, but I’m afraid if I don’t clear it off, the whole place will fall apart. This is a very old house.”

Mrs. Robinson barely asks for anything but company, and most folks, including myself, would get up out of bed at whatever time to help her with whatever she needs.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Do you think you can wait in the car with the heat on until I get there?”

“Yes, dear. I can do that. Thank you for thinking of me.”

The line disconnects and my hard cock is gone, as is the opportunity to beat it down.

“Everything okay?” Emma stares toward me with wide eyes and soft, pink cheeks that I want to bury in a pillow while I ram her from behind.

“Yeah. She’s got some snow built up on the roof that’s scaring her. I’m going to take care of it quick. I need you to ride over with me, though.”

“Really? Why?”

Apparently, we’re still in LaLa Land. If she were in her right frame of mind, she’d know exactly why I needed her with me.

“I was hoping you’d keep Mrs. R. company. I’m wondering if something more is going on.” I don’t fully believe that, but I’m pretty sure Emma will come for a late night ride if she knows she’s helping Mrs. Robinson out.

“Yeah,” she slides from the bed and reaches for her phone that’s sitting on the rocking chair in the corner of the room, “of course. I’ll make us both some coffee to go.” She slides my heavy work shirt down over her curved frame before pulling on a pair of panties. A second later, I’m rewarded with the softest, sweetest, sleepiest kiss I’ve ever had.

My cock throbs again, and though I know this is all fantasy, and that when her reality comes back, she’ll most likely be repulsed to know she had her head on my chest and her lips on my cock, I savor every second because a part of me, a big part of me, wishes every second of this were real.