Carla Hadim

Wild And Willing

Chapter 1

The house was full of mahogany, and old books wrapped in antique bindings were stacked on dark shelves.

From where he sat on the overstuffed couch, Rick Temple stretched his long chinoed legs across the dark red, white-fringed carpet toward the fire that flared in the hearth. He balanced one white tennis shoe on the toe of the other. "It's burning fine now," he called over his shoulder. He heard Elizabeth Cruise close the door of the liquor cabinet somewhere in the living room behind him. The only illumination was from the sparkling fireplace. He lay back against the couch, his head cradled in the laced fingers of both hands.

"You look very comfortable." Elizabeth handed him the drink he had asked for, brandy with a lace of absinthe.

"I am comfortable," he answered. He smiled at her, accepted the glass.

She looked reflectively into the fire. Her dark hair with its few strands of honest gray was tied back with a girlish ribbon. She turned her dark eyes on Rick, measured him, studied his hands, his mouth, his lean body in the snug-fitting pants. She looked at his hair that tumbled thickly over his forehead, nearly covered his ears, had grown unevenly over his shirt collar. His hair, glossy in the firelight, reminded her of the difference between herself and this young man in her house.

She said, "Your hair is gorgeous, did you know that?"

The odor of the brandy and absinthe was strong in his nostrils as Rick passed his glass under his nose. His eyes fastened on Elizabeth's face.

"Do you think this is terribly wrong of me?" she asked.

"I admire you for it." He held out an arm and she sat down beside him.

She sipped her own brandy, leaning on her knees in front of the fire.

The smaller logs that Rick had placed on top of the fire tumbled as those lower down gave. way. A shower of sparks shot up the rock-lined flue. They left the fire to burn however it would.

Finally Elizabeth asked, "Do you really admire me? You don't even know me."

Rick answered, without hesitation, "Yes, I do." He sat up to place his drink on the rich patina of solid mahogany beside the couch, then carefully moved the glass so it rested,on a cover of Vogue and would not stain the fine wood. He took Elizabeth's glass from her hand and placed it on the magazine beside his own.

She let him move her face to his and he kissed her willing, moving lips.

It was the second time they had kissed. The first had been only an hour before, in Elizabeth's Bentley, outside the club restaurant where they had -accidentally, Elizabeth believed -shared a table. She had chatted gaily with the young, good-looking assistant sailing coach, babbled away almost like a girl, all during supper and over the single sterling-silver coffee pot they had shared afterwards. She thought it was as if twenty years had been taken off her life and she was fifteen again and giddy. She could hardly think of a thing to say so she had talked endlessly, afraid for the conversation to pause for even a minute for fear the young man would find an excuse to get up and leave.

Elizabeth was one of the many widows and divorcees who lived during the summer in expensive old houses near the sailing-resort club on a peninsula off the coast of Massachusetts. She lived there, she thought, for the benefit of her fifteen-year-old son, Shawn, so that he could continue the `sailing lessons he had started four years before, so he would be in a proper social environment for a young man beginning his climb and so she could spend at least part of the summer with him. She saw so little of him since he had gone away to prep school. But tonight Elizabeth was glad that Shawn had asked several days before if he could spend the night with a sailing chum; she had reluctantly consented because she knew how unhappy he would have been if she had said no. She knew that Shawn needed more companionship than just that of his mother, and faced resolutely the fact that she was no longer enough for him. She also realized that she needed something more herself. So she had invited the young assistant sailing coach, after supper, to come to her house for a nightcap.

Yes, he had said, he would like that. Since it was a pleasant evening he would walk back to the docks for his own car, later.

She asked him if he would drive the Bentley. He helped her in on the passenger side, then climbed behind the wheel himself. He had leaned over and kissed her then, quickly, on the mouth, and she had thought she was surprised.

Their bodies were warm from the fire. Rick kissed the side of her face. He thought of the rich mahogany furniture through the house. He wondered what her bed looked like. He kissed her eyes. Her lips nibbled along, his strong jaw line, over his chin, to his lips.

Rick thought everything was on schedule, going according to plan.

She dropped her hand to his leg and felt along the inside of his thigh almost to his crotch where his cock was beginning to rise. She stopped with her thumb against the growing mound.

"Elizabeth," he said, "would you like to go to bed?"

"Mmmmm," she murmured against his ear. "No, I wouldn't, darling." She kept her palm against the sensitive inside of his thigh.

Rick worried for a moment that he might have to persuade her. Her refusal surprised him. Maybe he would have to talk to her for a long time. Maybe she was afraid he would spread stories around the club about her that she could be made by anybody with a stiff rod in his pants.

She passed her hand quickly along the inside of his thigh. She pressed softly and for only a second against his hard-on, which was growing larger. She caressed his cheek. "You're so young," she said, "so damn young."

"Age can't matter now," he said.

"Not to you, it doesn't. You don't have any, that's why. I'm thirty-five, did you know that? I have a son fifteen. I married too young. You won't, will you? Don't get married too young."

He laughed. "All right, I won't." He had no intention of getting married. None whatever. He grinned at her in the innocent, guileless manner he had. His grin, he hoped, was going to be his ticket through life.

Elizabeth touched his crotch again. She rubbed her palm against his prick that was harder than before but not fully up yet.

"I don't want to go to bed," she said. "Not yet. Will you wait a minute and I'll be right back?"

"Of course." Rick let her up. He looked at her. She was a very nice-looking woman. Mature, slim-waisted, her long straight hair.tied back with a yellow ribbon tied in a bow knot at the back of her head. Her breasts were not large but they did not sag, either. Rick thought she looked, well, youthful.

"I love fires," she said.

"You're beautiful in firelight," Rick Whispered.

"You're beautiful yourself. Enjoy your drink. I'll be right back."

Rick inhaled the aroma from his glass and sipped the contents. He thought about Jane, the waitress who had been on duty tonight and who had placed Elizabeth and him at a table together. He thought he might treat Jane to a date or a free sailing lesson for her cooperation. He liked Jane, but the pleasures of being poor held no comforts for him. Jane was one of the local girls who had the good fortune to live near the club, in the houses on the other side of the rich section, but who also had the misfortune of being born into a family with no money and less background. She lived, as only poor people did, year-round on the peninsula. Jane was sure Rick was brilliant because this fall he would be a senior at his ivy-league college; she wanted Rick to be a lawyer, run for president some day. Rick wasn't sure he was even going back to school after the summer. He wasn't sure a proper, cultured life was what he wanted at all. He had begun to think he would prefer to live by his wits. His wits and the succor of friendly women. He thought if he learned enough this summer that he might give it a go this winter in Florida. He had heard there were plenty of rich women in Florida who would love to have his prick just lying on the beach. Whenever they called he would run in and give them some, then go back to the beach and lie in the sun. He anticipated a warm future.

Elizabeth stood before him. She had changed into a long velour robe. Her ribbon was released and her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. Rick stood up. She rose on her bare toes and kissed hi}n.

"You're very tall," she said. She had placed, while she changed, a dot of perfume behind her ears, on her throat, between her breasts and on her navel. She was pleased when Rick said, "You smell delicious."

She sank to her knees and untied his tennis shoes. "Can you stand on one foot?"

He balanced himself against the fireplace mantel as she slid his white shoe off his foot, then removed his sock. He lifted his other foot and she stripped it too.

She stood against him again. "Now you're more my size." She began unbuttoning his shirt.

Rick rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. He felt her bare skin and knew she was naked under the robe. She opened his buttons swiftly, expertly. The sensations she gave him when she unbuttoned the bottom one and pulled his shirt out of his pants excited him.

She slid her warm hands inside against his skin. She pressed her thumbs against the nipples of his flat chest. His skin was smooth, well-muscled. She pushed aside the front of his shirt and kissed his nipples. With her face against his chest, she urged the shirt off his shoulders. It fell on the floor.

Leaning back a moment, she admired him. His shoulders were nicely rounded, his arms strong and smooth and gentle as they reached out to her shoulders. He stroked the back of her neck.

She fumbled with his belt. Her knuckles brushed his tight stomach, his belly button.

Rick's cock throbbed in his pants. The cheeks of his ass tightened, loosened and tightened again.

The buckle was an awkward double-hooked leather one. Rick moved one hand to it and flicked it for her. It opened.

Elizabeth sighed, "Rick, Rick," as her fingers opened the top button of his chinos. He held his belly tight to make it easier for her. His breath left his lungs and came back slowly.

She freed the zipper and lowered it. The flaps of his pants fell to each side. His small briefs hid the clutch of dark hair over his crotch. Elizabeth traced her fingers from his bare belly down the thin, faint line of hair to the elastic waistband of his briefs. She hooked her fingers in the elastic, and tugged his briefs down along with his pants.

When his pants passed his hips they fell of their own accord. Elizabeth's fingers kept easing down his briefs, lower and lower, and they slipped past his ass and his cock came into the firelight. The long hard shaft emerged from dark hair at the bottom of his stomach, then as the briefs passed the head it bounded up, into the warmth of the fire, the red glow shining along its hardness, its length and thickness.

Rick stepped out of his pants. His briefs fell to his ankles and he swung them onto the pile of his clothes. He did not take his hands from Elizabeth's shoulders.

Moving both her hands slowly, she caressed his naked hips into the hair over his cock, then she slid both palms along the hard sides of his dick as it stood up, out, at least eight inches, throbbing thick. She touched the large head, traced a finger along the bottom as if stroking its chin. It stood higher, straighter. She touched his balls.

Rick pushed her robe off her shoulders. The smooth material slid off her body to a heap at her feet.

Her breasts were nicer than he had expected. Full, pouting, they swelled off her chest to end in dark brown circles at her nipples. His eyes moved downward toward her stomach with its little dot and the almost black triangle of hair between her legs.

She sank to her knees again. Kneeling on the dark red carpet, she placed her breasts against his knees. She cradled his balls in her hands, ran the sides of her thumbs along his prick. She kissed its round, soft head, the hard sides. She kissed the skin on his hips, ran her fingers around his body to trace suggestively, softly down the crack of his ass. His ass was firm, hard, young.

She opened her mouth and took just the head of his prick inside. Her lips closed softly around the shaft. She licked the end with her tongue, sucked just slightly, softly, taking no more than just the head. She moved her head back and let him slide, slowly, warmly out of her mouth.

Rick kneeled with her. Kissing her, he slid his tongue between her lips. Her own tongue fought back, pushed into his mouth in the first feeling of desperation between them. She ravaged his cheeks, his teeth. His mouth opened wide so she could fuck him with her tongue.

He held her tits. Her nipples were firm, hard balls under his thumb. He tore his mouth from hers and sucked first one nipple then the other with his tongue. He leaned' her onto her back and her arms reached around his neck holding his face to her tits.

Supporting himself on his left hand, he reached between her legs. Her thighs parted eagerly for him. Her ass rose from the carpet, her mound coming up to meet his palm.

She was wet already. He fucked a finger into her cunt, felt her clit already as hard as his own cock. She raised a leg over his hip and opened her lower body for his hand.

He rolled her onto her back, tore his mouth from her tits and his tongue shot into her mouth. Moving between her thighs, he held his cock with the fingers that were not in her cunt and guided it to her lips. She lifted her ass again, her cunt coming up to meet him.

He rubbed the head against her clit. Juices poured from her hot opening, soaking the glans of his cock, inviting it, asking it for more.

"Rick, Rick, I want it now, now, now, Rick." She hissed her words past her tongue and into his mouth.

She pushed up from the rug as Rick pressed forward and down with his ass.

His cock slid between her lips. Her cunt sucked at it and his shaft sank further inside, the walls parting for it, sucking it in, hot and soaking and slick, her cunt wanting it, eager for it. He did not witlidraw or ease off, simply kept pressing forward and she opened, her cunt greedily swallowed all of him he could get inside until he felt his pubic bone against hers. Her thick hair mingled with his. She had all of him inside her.

Her hands held the cheeks of his ass, pulled him against her, as if she wanted more.

He began to fuck, pulling his hips back; his cock slid out, then back in, out again and in. She released his ass, thrust her cunt up to meet his downrushing cock. He knew that she wanted not a longer one but just his young one, she wanted his young hard cock in and out of her, in and out, she wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked.

His prick seemed very long as he eased it out of her. Slick, soaking with the fluids that poured from her. He teased her when the head was against her clit. He fucked twice with his ass but only an inch or two, pulled the head back out almost as fast as he shoved it in.

Quivers passed along her stomach. Her ass thrust her cunt up to him as if to capture his prick,, as if to suck it back in, but he kept it out of her, teased her by giving her just the head. Her hands ripped from his neck and grabbed his ass again.

"Now," she hissed, "unnhh, uhhh, uunnh."

She opened the crack of his ass.

He reached under her and grabbed her own ass. He lifted her ass, parting her crack, separating her, splitting her open, lifted her toward his pubic bone and began at the same time a slow descent with his cock, sinking it back into her, shoving it further and further up her cunt, the muscles grabbing at him, squeezing against the hard shaft, his cockhead enlarging in her, swelling, filling her full again.

He fucked again, in.and out, in and out. Back and forth, fast, hard, pumping now, enjoying it, loving the gasps that came from her throat, the shivers that passed up and down her body. She swung with him. Her legs wrapped his hips, her thighs clenched tightly as waves rippled from her cunt to her knees and up to her tits.

Her mouth fastened on his and her tongue fucked him as she coaxed ripples along the back of her neck, down her spine to her ass and into her cunt and back up her front again.

Rick's ass pumped fast, his prick coming almost all the way out of her with each pull and thrusting far up into her with each push. Faster and faster. He held her ass tight against him. Her body moved with his. His balls hit the bottom of her cunt as he swung. They bounced back, lay against her again, and as his orgasm seemed to gather in his knees his balls seemed even to get inside her cunt as he tried to thrust himself in her farther, farther into the grasping hole.

A cry came from her throat as the first spurts of his come shot into her.

His cock swelled, engorged, filled her, and when he came it was with long spasms splashing inside her, his balls exploding their load against her womb, surging his thick white come against every part of her cunt.

They lay together, exhausted, for what seemed like minutes.

When he pulled out of her, he was still nearly hard. She kissed the head again. She laid Rick onto his back and knelt over him. She licked him with her tongue, licked his balls, his shaft, his pubic hair, until he was clean. His prick got hard again before she finished. He lay flat, his arms over his head, his eyes closed.

She rose over him. "Be right back," she said.

He heard her go into the bathroom. He heard water running in the basin.

When she came back, her body flushed from their loving, red in the glow of the fire, she asked, "Are you warm enough?"

"Yes," he murmured, reaching up for her.

She knelt between his legs. Lifting his still hard cock with the fingers of both hands, she slipped it into her mouth. She lay down against his stomach, slid her mouth further over his cock, sucked against the head, nibbled against the shaft with her teeth.

Rick reached down and petted her hair. He stroked her ears.

She lifted his balls with one hand, held his. cock in her mouth with the other. Her saliva soaked the head of his prick and it slid easily in and out of her mouth, in and out.

A sigh escaped from Rick's lungs. A long, contented, happy sound filled with anticipation, pleasure, warmth. He took another deep breath of comforting air. He turned his face toward the fire and watched the tender flames licking at the logs, loving them, sweeping them with heat.