7. Ellie

Ellie

G rey certainly knew how to please me. His hands kept my hips still as I thrashed, moaning, his talented tongue teasing me until I knew I'd go crazy with need. I bucked my hips upward, into his tongue, my pussy gushing my arousal into his mouth. I nearly orgasmed, unable to hold back the heat that surged with every lick of his tongue.

Only his taking his mouth away prevented my climax.

I groaned, panting, needing him, needing more, and he refused to give it to me. Gliding up to lie beside me, Grey fumbled with removing his clothes. Under the weight of the blankets and coats, it became a crazy, goofy game of whether we could strip naked or not. At least I got my lower half bare, which was good enough for me.

"I'm on top," I panted.

Grey chuckled breathlessly. "Caveman don't care."

For this to work, the covers had to go. I pushed them back, baring Grey's magnificent body. With barely enough light to see by, I stared down at his massive chest, his bulging biceps. I straddled his hips, my juices dripping down my thighs to wet his hips.

I took a long, savory moment to caress his skin, his iron hard muscles, and bent over to kiss him. He opened his mouth under my pressure, our tongues dancing the tango, licking each other's tonsils.

Tonsil hockey. The thought brought a swift giggle against his mouth.

"What?" he demanded.

"We're playing tonsil hockey."

"I'm the world champ at tonsil hockey."

"Now kiss me."

Grinning, Grey obeyed, his grip behind my head made sure I couldn't break our kiss. My arousal grew as he inserted his fingers into my honeypot, teasing me, bringing me closer to orgasm. I held it back, soft moans escaping my lips. Despite my efforts, my climax burst through me like a bomb, shattering all my willpower.

I cried out, throwing my head back as the exquisite pleasure rocked my core. Thunderous, it rolled across my stomach and centered in my loins. Hissing through my locked teeth, I rode the waves of the sweet and addictive pleasure, never wanting it to end.

"Ride me, baby," Grey commanded.

Before my orgasm fully abandoned me, I lowered myself onto his monster prick. It slid in as though going home, spreading me wide, its passage eased by my slick tunnel. The head of his cock knocked against my G-spot, and nearly set off another explosive orgasm.

Rising slightly, I rode Grey, then slid down, working my hips back and forth, and up and down. He bucked his hips upward in an erotic rhythm that hampered my ability to hold back my second climax. Gritting my teeth helped for a short while, but not nearly long enough.

"I'm coming," Grey moaned through his clenched jaws. "I can't stop it."

I couldn't either.

His jizz exploded inside me at the same moment my orgasm spilled forth like a dam bursting. His cock spasmed, undulating, a tidal wave of sweet, delicious pleasure. The exquisite high stayed with me longer than it ever had before, then gradually faded into obscurity.

Breathing heavily, I slid off his cock, and lay beside him. My juices and his cum trickled to the sheet under us as Grey half rose to gather the blankets and coats over us once again.

"Caveman is happy," Grey rumbled, taking me into his brawny arms. "Is cavewoman?"

"Very."

I snuggled against his side, buried under the heap, my cheek resting against his arm. Lassitude swiftly carried me under, and I forgot to worry about freezing to death, forgot to think about the Donner Party. Warm, comfortable, and safe, I dropped into a deep sleep, listening to his slow, steady breathing.

***

Brilliant sunlight forced me to blink in pain. Lifting my head from Grey's shoulder, I saw my breath puff in the incredibly bitter air of the motel room. The power hadn't come back on, but at least the blizzard had moved away to trouble the Atlantic Ocean.

"What time is it?" Grey mumbled.

"No idea. Go back to sleep." I returned my cheek to his shoulder, our bodies well protected from the room's temperature.

I'd just started to drift off when Grey's movement startled me awake. "Now what?"

"We might be able to leave."

The chill hit his naked body. I giggled as he jumped around, rubbing his arms as he sought his clothes. He grabbed his coat from the bed, then went to the window. Looking past the curtain, he stared out for what seemed like a long time.

"What?" I asked again.

"It looks like the plows are running on the interstate," he said. "There's a truck plowing the parking lot."

"Are there any cars moving?"

"Yeah, a few."

"Then let's hit the road."

Shivering, I quickly dressed, ignoring the hunger that protested its lack of decent chow. After collecting our things, as well as the candy, chips, and sodas, Grey and I left the room. Glad to be out of there, I almost ran down the stairs to the lobby.

Grey slid the keys across the counter. "Bill me when you get power again."

"Yes, sir," the clerk said.

Outside, the icy air almost had me turning back. Snow reached my hips, the cars buried in the parking lot. Folks from the motel dug their cars out even as the plows opened the way to the town road, and to the interstate. Our breaths steaming, Grey and I warmed ourselves by digging his car free.

I was so eager to leave, I scarcely noticed the snow that clung to my hair, my coat, and soaked into my jeans. Only when I got into the car, felt its wonderful heat, did I realize how cold I was. Far worse than when I abandoned the camp and my so-called friends.

"Here we go." Smiling with good cheer, Grey drove us from the lot, and onto the snow packed interstate.

He drove us north, toward home, and hopefully to a region that had power. My hunger craved a hot breakfast with coffee and orange juice.

"Hand me a bag of chips, please?" he asked.

I handed him a small bag. "I'm so sick of candy and chips."

He chuckled. "Like that's a surprise."

"How long before we get to Montpelier?"

"I'll guess maybe five hours."

I gazed out the window at the white landscape, ignoring my hunger, and wondered what to do when I got home. What home? The apartment I shared with the guy who doesn't love me? Who kicked me to the curb just a few days ago? I didn't have the money to rent a hotel room.

My cell phone buzzed, jerking me from my thoughts. "Whoa."

"Is it Colton?"

I yanked it from my pocket and looked at the screen, then at Grey. "Yeah."

He breathed deeply. "Thank God."

I clicked the answer button. "So you're still alive."

"I guess you are, too," Colton's voice sounded in my ear. "You okay?"

Biting back the desired response― What do you care?― I simply said, "Yeah."

"Are you still with my dad?"

I glanced at Grey, wondering how much Colton might guess about what happened between his dad and me. "Yeah."

"Can I talk to him?"

"No, he's driving. The highway is icy. What happened to you? He's been worrying about your dumb ass."

"We left the cabin," Colton replied, his tone subdued, "and no one had a signal. We got stuck in some flea bag hotel for three days. We just got back and now we have service again. I'm heading home."

I held my breath, searching for the courage to say what I needed to say next. "Great. So, you should pack your things. My name's on the lease. You have places to go, but I don't."

Silence filled my cell's speaker. I felt Grey's eyes on me, shifting from the highway to me then back.

At long last, just when I thought Colton would hang up on me, he said, "All right. I guess that's fair."

"Did you bring my stuff back?" I wanted to know.

"Yeah, it's all here. Your purse, everything."

"Where will you go?"

I heard Colton's shrug down the line. "Maybe move back in with my dad for a while. If he'll let me. I'll be gone by the time you get back."

"Good."

"Look, Ellie, I need to say this: I was an asshole. I'm so, so sorry I treated you like shit."

My bitter anger and grief all but drowned me. "Yeah, sure you are. You've got Lindy to fuck now."

Colton chuckled which sounded almost like a sob. "She kicked me to the curb. Said I'd just do to her what I did to you."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "She has more brains than I gave her credit for."

"I didn't love her. Not the way I love you."

Shaking with rage, with humiliation, with an extreme emotion I couldn't name, I shouted, "You don't love me. You never did. You're an immature boy who plays with hearts like they're Legos."

"You're right. I need to grow up. I'm trying to acknowledge the harm I've done. Can you give me that much?"

"No. I'm glad you're okay, so is your father, but don't be there when I come back. I never want to see you again."

I hung up on him, fuming, furious, wanting to cry, to scream, to run away from this entire situation. Escape my problems and the heartbreak that came with them. I wanted the impossible: that this agonizing pain hadn't happened at all.

"Feel better?" Grey asked gently.

I glanced at him through my tears. "No."

He took my hand, resting both mine and his on the console between us. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"He'll leave the apartment?"

I wiped my tears with my free hand. "Yeah. He wants to move in with you."

Grey clicked his tongue. "I might let him. I might not. If I do, he pays his share of the mortgage."

I sucked in a deep breath, willing my tears to be gone. "That's fair."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You can afford to live alone?"

"I have to." I stared out the window at the snow again. "I have no choice."

***

Grey walked me to my apartment door.

Colton had, courteously, left it unlocked since my keys were in my purse. I strode in, half expecting to see him. But he'd taken a few of his clothes, some of his books, and a picture of him with his mother when he was a kid. That was all. Everything else was the same as when we walked out last Friday.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Grey's green eyes gazed at me with undisguised concern.

I smiled and gripped his hands within mine. "Yeah."

"If not, I'm only a phone call away." He made a phone symbol with his thumb and pinkie sticking from his fist and held it to his ear. "Call me."

"I will."

"I mean it."

"I know you do. And thanks. For a really good time."

Grey chuckled, then planted a quick kiss to my lips. "I had a good time, too. Except for the worrying about my kid part. And the part where we thought we'd end up like the Donner Party."

I laughed. "Go home. Go back to your life."

Grey started to turn, then swung back, his smile gone. "I mean it, Ellie. Call me. If you need anything, including rent money."

"I promise I will."

I hated to see him go. My soul cried out, don't leave me! Please stay, hold me, love me.

I couldn't. Grey couldn't stay. He was my ex-boyfriend's father. He'd told me he was too old for me, and I reluctantly agreed. There wasn't a future for us. Not with the eighteen-year age difference there wasn't. Even without Colton in the picture, hanging over us like a dark spectre, we had to think about his career.

The press would love to write about him and his twenty-two-year-old lover. His son's ex-girlfriend.

"Take care," he said at last, leaving my apartment.

"You, too."

He paused and looked me in the eyes. "Bye."

"Bye."

I closed the door behind him and began to cry.