Author's note: My thanks to my partner and editor for her help with this, and to all of you who commented so generously on Ch 1. I truly never expected it to get a red 'H', thought it was too inaccessible for most Lit readers. I'm delighted that you've proved me wrong!
This is the second chapter in a story. It will make more sense if you read the first. Julie has spent the day introducing John to the joys of winter mountaineering in Scotland. They ended up at her Glasgow flat and fucked. She has just told him to phone the woman he had been dating.
*****
He winced when she told him to make the phone-call.
-I mean it John. If we're to be anything more than one-time sex, I don't want any ghosts hanging over us.
She knew he'd do it. Handed him her bedside landline. He paused, muscles on his face twitching. Finally looked in her blazing eyes, saw what he needed there. Took the phone from her.
-Want me to leave you in private while you speak to her?
He shook his head:
-No lassie. I know... that I can have no secrets from you. Please stay.
She smiled, enchanted by his trust. He pressed the broadcast button, dialled. Quite a few rings, then a woman's voice, posh English, sharp with annoyance:
-Who the fuck's that? It's past midnight. This'd better be good!
-Umm...Anne? It's me, John. Sorry to call so late, but... – he looked in Julie's smiling eyes – it's... err... it's important. Had to speak to you now. I...
-Piss off John. That's the first and last time you brush me off. Bet you're fucking Julie now, aren't you?
-Anne. I'm sorry...
The phone clicked dead.
Julie melted, stroked his cheek. She knew she had him now, had growing confidence that he wouldn't, couldn't, cheat on her. She glowed at this understanding of her power.
-Want to tell me about her? She didn't sound your type at all? Very hinktie English...
-Not much to tell. She's a bit older than me, a journalist with an English paper, newly in Scotland, colonial posting, and very sexy indeed. Met her through work, we seemed to click, had a drink after the press conference. Realised as she was new here, she must be lonely. I haven't – hadn't – fucked in a year. We had a few evenings out, a meal, concert or theatre. Last time was 'Mother Courage' at the Citz, last week. That night she invited me back for coffee for the first time. Awfie fancy flat in Newton Mearns. We kissed and groped. I wanted to fuck her, desperately, but she sent me packing, told me 'next time'. That was – would have been – tonight.
He looked straight in Julie's eyes, unblinking:
-I'm so glad she sent me home that night. I mightn't be here if we'd fucked then.
-Oh, you'd have been here anyway, Julie laughed. I'm a vixen in heat. I wanted you. I'd have had you, whatever you'd done with her. But...
She twisted from his arms, slid up his body, her cunt leaving a glistening trail on his torso. Crouched over his face, her pouting lips open before his mouth:
-Eat my sex, dogfox, need to get off again.
His face moved irresistibly into her wetness, scenting her want, tasting it, lapping into her squirming lust, adoring her sexneed. She groaned as the tip of his tongue flicked over her swollen clit:
-Ahhh jesus, more...harder... bite my clit...
He moved his mouth from her temptation to speak:
-Christ, I love the taste and smell of you, vixen.
His lips closed on her protruding clit again, sucked, nibbled. Bit into it as his fingers drove into her want. Drew his mouth back, fingers rasping her gspot...
-Oh, he gasped, you're a whole new world, not just a new vixen.
His face was drenched in her ejaculate as she spasmed on him, howling her release. Jesus, a vixen in heat indeed. He lapped and sucked as her body continued to jerk on his face. Felt her slowing and calming, her lust satisfied for now. But his wasn't:
-Off me now woman. Need to fuck you. Belly to the bed. Head down, arse up.
She quivered at the assurance in his voice, shuffled to do his bidding. Crouched waiting, knowing his desire. Wanting it. Felt his fingers pull her sensitive arsecheeks apart. Trembled in aching need as his tongue lapped slickly between the globes. Spasmed as his tongue probed her there, christ he knew her intuitively... Then his head pulled back and she sensed his lips funnel to blow on her anus...
-Jesus, fuck me John. Now. Hard... please...
She felt his cock plunge deep in her cunt, knew his need as he thrust in her urgently. Her head jerked back when his fingers tangled in her hair, pulled sharply. Fuck, she knew now this was a struggle between equals, and she was glad. Felt him lancing her, filling her. Screamed as his teeth sank in her neck. Knew this fuck would last, he was over forty, ten years her senior, it would take time for his second orgasm to build and she needed that, wanted this never to stop, his power, his slippery member filling her and withdrawing...
-This... is for the fuck I've been gagging for... he groaned.
She yelped as his hand cracked on her arse and his crown nudged her cervix for the first time. She couldn't help it, exploded on him, cunt grasping him into her, almost preventing him from moving. She sobbed as the spasms shook her, and he leaned forward gently to turn her bowed head, lick the tears from her eyes.
-We make a good team, he whispered. And for now that means you're mine Julie.
-Fucking madness, beautiful madness, she gasped.
She felt his hands grasp her hips tightly, long slender fingers digging into her muscle.
-And this, he panted, is for all the times I've wanted you and knew I couldn't have you...
As he cored her and grunted his impending explosion, her fingers reached between her thighs and grasped his balls. Thrilled as she felt them tighten...
-And this – his penis stabbed her viciously – is because you're...
His words were lost in a groan as she felt his semen fill her, his body jerking insanely in twisting ecstasy. He collapsed on her back, struggling for breath, cock embedded in her. Presently his breathing told her that he'd passed out. His wilting cock slithered from her. Aye weel, some mountaineer him! She eased out from under and he slid belly-down on the mattress. His face barely twitched as she pulled his head round to let him breathe freely. He'd be useless for a wee while.
*****
She pulled on her gown against the chill. Went to the kitchen. Poured herself a G&T, rolled a fag, gazed through the patio door onto her wee balcony. Drew on the rollup as her eyes scanned moonglowed sky, the frozen canal, the city beyond; pale towerblocks glinting between dark Victorian spires. She wanted air, real air, opened the door and stepped onto the balcony. Ice on the tiles burned her soles but she didn't care. The mergansers were still cooried in the reeds below her, the city finally quieting. She was glad of the space. She'd expected sex with John to be good. But she hadn't expected him to touch her core so readily.
She'd managed to settle to contentment on her own, busying herself with work and friends, after a long and latterly unhappy relationship which had ended several months previously. She'd been close to John and his ex Pat for years, sharing politics with them both, and mountains with John. Their wee boys called her 'Auntie'.
