*This chapter is absolutely rated M...
The Second Date
I spend the next day working and heading straight home. I'm certain that if I ventured to the grocery store or out and about, strangers would approach me for details of my relationship with Hopper. And I'm not ready to deal with that with any semblance of politeness. So I figure better to lay low than make enemies.
I wait breathlessly for Hopper to pick me up. Like last time, he didn't give me any indication of what we'll be doing, so I wear a sundress. Except this one is a little more low cut and tighter. Considering my plans for the evening, it's more than appropriate.
When I get in his truck, his mouth actually drops open a little. After a few heartbeats, he recovers and his gaze makes it back up to my eyes.
"Hey, how are you?" he asks, giving me his most charming grin. My stomach flips with anticipation and desire.
"I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm great." He pulls out of my driveway fast enough that I have to grab on to the hand hold for stability.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to my place. I have a surprise."
"Oh?" I ask with a smile. I try to be nonchalant but my thoughts are racing. Candles? Roses? Sexy jazz music? Based on his driving, whatever it is, he's excited. When we get to his place, he jumps out of the car to get my door for me and extends his hand, helping me down.
"Why, thank you, sir," I kid. He puts his hand on the small of my back while he leads me inside and then heads to the kitchen while I take off my shoes. He's holding something behind his back when he returns.
"Ready for your surprise?" I nod enthusiastically. He pulls a bottle of wine out from behind him, showing me the label. I quickly make out the distinctive label - this is from my favorite winery, a rare find. I haven't had a bottle from them since I left Indianapolis.
"How did you know?" I exclaim, grabbing the bottle with disbelief..
"You told me, once. One of the first times we went. I had asked you to join me for a drink of whiskey, and you told me you preferred wine. We talked wines for a while - I took you for a real sommelier." I laugh, remembering the conversation now. I can't believe he remembered that conversation (he was heavily intoxicated) or what brand I said was my favorite. Then again, Hopper has shown an impressive memory.
"I'm honored you remembered - and flattered you went through the trouble to get this! Thank you very much." He shrugs.
It wasn't too much trouble - one of the deputies went to the city last weekend, and I had him bring back a bottle." I raise my eyebrows.
"I'm sure he thought that was an odd request." Hopper has made it very clear to me, and most, that he drinks only beer and whiskey - he despises wine.
"I'm sure," he agrees with a laugh. "Well, would you like some?"
"Yes, very much so!" I follow him into the kitchen while he pours me a glass into a whiskey tumbler - I wouldn't expect to find a wine glass at his place. He cracks open a beer while I take my sip. I sigh with pleasure as I lean back and close my eyes. Not only does it have a delicious flavor with just the right bite of alcohol, it reminds me of home. "Here, have a sip." He makes a face of disgust, but I make a face of pleading. "Please, just so you know what it was I wouldn't shut up about?" That makes him chuckle and seems to win him over.
"If you insist." He takes the tiniest sips, makes the same grimace I would make if I drank some of his whiskey, and hands the glass back to me. "Thanks for trying it," I tell him with amusement in my voice. I take another hearty sip, and I reach my hand out to entwine my fingers with his. He closes the space between us and cradles the back of my head with his free hand while he kisses me deeply. I moan softly and lean into the kiss. I break away to put my glass down and kiss him properly, but he forestalls me.
"Let's go outside - it's a beautiful night." I shrug and follow him out, grabbing the bottle. I figured that kissing would have been higher on his to-do list, but I'm flexible. On his deck, he turns on some rock music. I don't know if he remembers the night of May 23rd, but it reminds me of how we danced together then. He's a lot more coordinated now, though his dance moves are just as dated. They just make me grin before I join him.
"We danced before, you know," I tell him while dancing in step with him.
"Yeah, you mentioned that the night we spent in the station."
"Did I? Huh. I guess we've both spent nights together we can't remember." He laughs heartily.
"I suppose so. I'm glad we're even in that regard." He wraps his arms around me as I spin in from a twist. "Thank you, for being there for me that night. I don't think I ever actually thanked you for that," he adds. The song switches to a slow-dance, and he wraps me in his arms, pulling me close.
"You don't have to thank me," I tell him softly.
"Still," he says. "Is there anything else I don't know about that night?" he asks me. I think for some time. For a moment, I consider not revealing this information, but I figure he obviously already knows that I wanted him.
"Well. Do you remember that you hit on me?"
"Yeah, you told me that the same night at the station." I nod and swallow.
"Did I tell you what I said afterward?" He thinks for a moment.
"I don't think so?"
"I said, and I think I'm quoting, 'If you still want me when you're sober, I'll be here in a heartbeat.'" He doesn't says anything immediately, so I chuckle nervously. "So, I clearly have been wanting this for some time, in the off chance you didn't know that." He kisses me suddenly, deeply, catching me off guard.
"I'm sorry," he says with some sadness.
"For?"
"I shouldn't have...I was a real jerk. I thought you knew that I felt the same way you did, but since you didn't know that, you must have thought that I had only wanted you when I was drunk." I nod a few times, remembering the sadness and blow to my esteem that impression had caused. He kisses me again, bringing with his lips the return of my good-humor. "I wanted you for so long, Tricia. Practically since I met you. Why do you think I remembered your favorite wine?" he asks with a wink. My breath catches.
"Really?" My heart is soaring. "When - when did you first start liking me?"
"I wanted you the first second I saw you. I liked you probably that first time we talked. I couldn't stop thinking about you...I spent a lot more time at Big Wig in the past months than I have before you started there," he admits with a grin. I stretch up on to my tip toes to kiss him.
"I wish you had made a move sooner," I tell him softly.
"Me too," he says, kissing the top of my head. "I'm lucky you didn't fall madly in love with Josh Harrington and tell me to buzz off." I burst out laughing.
"Luck had nothing to do with it."
"I know," he says while moving his hands across my curves. "You're a phenomenal woman." I feel a yearning for him deep in my core. His hands cradle my hips. "Do you have any interest in going swimming?" His eyes flash mischievously while he asks.
"I would, but I didn't bring a swimsuit," I say before I realize his intention, and I think my eyes shine with the same light that is in his eyes. "I mean, I would love to."
"Good." He takes the lead, starting to pull off his shirt - leaving no doubt about what he has in mind. Playing a temptress for a few moments, I reach up under my skirt to pull my underwear off first, letting it fall to the ground. He freezes briefly, mouth slightly agape, before redoubling his efforts to undress. I pull my sundress off and finally unhook my bra, let it fall into the pile of my discarded clothing. For Hopper's part, he's completely bare as well. I let myself take in the view, and to my surprise and satisfaction, he's already partially alert. I lick my lips in anticipation before realizing I'm doing it.
"Shall we?" he asks, breaking my study of his form.
"Lead the way," I say. I also want to get a view from behind. I have to stifle a moan. He wades in the water up to his mid thigh before turning to gesture me forward.
"The bottom is a little silty, but once you get used to it, it's nice." I dip a toe in first, testing the temperature. It's a pleasant temperature though a little cold for my tastes, but I slip in. I'm sure I'll be plenty warm soon enough. I have to force myself to get in past my stomach, but then it's quite comfortable, and I kick around, enjoying feeling completely weightless and free. He follows after me, paddling with ease.
"Do you do this often?"
"In the summer, pretty often. Usually I do wear trunks though," he says with a laugh. There's some folks who live down the way that occasionally bring a boat down here."
"Well hopefully no one comes by tonight," I say conspiratorially, brushing one bare leg against his.
"I think we'll be okay," he says while his hand traces from my shoulder to my ass. "In fact, with you here, it'll be much better than just okay." I giggle and flip on to my back, which has the result of baring my breasts. I hear him grunt with pleasure and desire. He wraps an arm around my waist and swims us back to shallower waters, where he plants his feet and brings my legs so they wrap around his torso. Every so often as I move closer and farther away from the slight waves in the water, I can feel he's no longer just semi-alert. His hands explore my body in the weightlessness, and when his fingers find that sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs, I arch up, enjoying the way the water cradles me as I enjoy his touch.
"Oh, baby," he coos as I climax. As I come down from the height he brought me to, I rise out of the water, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him fiercely. He moves into deeper water to escape the chill of the air. Our naked bodies are entwined with nothing but the glide of water between them. We kiss passionately, exploring each other and enjoying the sensation of being submersed in the water while we do so. Things rapidly heat up, and there is a burning sense of longing between my legs.
"Hopper, I want more of you," I gasp while I rub against him. He moans.
"Let's go inside." I nod quickly. He sweeps me into his arms and carries me out of the water, bridal style, as the water falls from us first in sheets and then in thick drops. Instead of his bedroom, he carries me to his bathroom, where he turns on the shower.
"Let's wash off the lake first," he explains. I nod and hop into the water, relishing the steam that comes off. I pull him in after me, and then we're kissing again, this time under the showerhead - the water rolling off my back, down his chest. I can get a good look at him now too, instead of just going by moonlight.
I let him slam me into the shower wall, and I lean my head back as he kisses a line down my neck to my breasts. He kisses around one nipple, sucking and nibbling while I tangle my hands in the wet strands of his hair. I pull him up to kiss me again. With the pretense of helping clean him, I lather up my hand with soap and trail it down between us, touching and pleasing him. He moans with abandon, his hands planted on either side of the wall behind me for stability.
I rinse him off in the water, which I suspect brings it's own pleasurable sensations, and then I sink to my knees, taking him in my mouth while my hands caress his balls.
"Tricia," he moans while one of his hands gently pushes on the back of my head, urging me to take more of him down my throat. I happily oblige. Pleasuring him with the warm water running down my body makes the whole experience more interesting and enjoyable. I hum contentedly while I suck, bobbing up and down on his length, sometimes long and slow, sometimes quick and short, and, when I really want to make him moan, long and fast.
"Oh, stop, stop, stop," he says suddenly. I pull off him, and he helps me from my knees to my feet, bringing me into a kiss. "I didn't want to cum yet. Fuck, Tricia." He pushes me against the wall again to kiss me fiercely, and I tense in surprise at first at the chill of the tile, but then I lean into it and enjoy the sensation while his hands roam all over my body. It's his turn to soap up his hands - to wash and pleasure. As he takes care of me, I lather up as much of his body as I can reach.
Eventually, we're able to make it out of the shower by knowing what ecstasy awaits us when we make it to the bedroom. Hastily drying off, I don't bother donning any clothes, instead just rushing to the bed to wait for him. When he emerges from the bathroom, he is using every ounce of his sexy swagger, and I nearly die in anticipation.
As he reaches the bed, he climbs on top of me while I lean down against the bed so that his body hovers over mine, covering me completely. We kiss, and I wrap one of my legs around one of his, caressing down the length of it. He begins grinding his hips against mine, and the yearning I have felt for so long flares to new strengths. I moan and arc against him.
"Jim," I gasp. I pull away to look into his eyes. "Now. Let's fuck now." His hands grip me tighter as he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss.
"Yes." He reaches over the nightstand for a condom, sitting back as he puts it on. As he turns back, perched above me, he asks, "Are you sure that you-"
"Yes," I exclaim, desperation clear. He grins at me and positions himself between my legs, gazing into my eyes. He eases inside me while I gasp as I stretch to accommodate him. He releases a shuddering moan as each inch slips inside.
"Fuck," he mutters in my neck. "Tricia," he moans while his hips begin to move slowly, driving himself in and out. I moan wordlessly and move with him, my arms wrapped around his torso.
"Jim, I-" I stop myself just in time from telling him I need him. Harder and harder he thrusts, making use of every inch of himself to send me to the ceiling. I can't stop moaning and writhing around him.
"Harder," I gasp, and he complies by pounding away. My legs end up pointed towards the ceiling to allow him even deeper access. He's the only thing I can think of – his skin on mine, his hands holding my waist, then the back of my neck. All I can be – the only parts of me that exist are the ones he's touching. I submit my soul to him; I want to give him everything.
"Turn around," he gasps, and I order my heavy, pleasure-filled limbs to comply. I roll to all fours while he stands behind me, penetrating me from behind.
"Hopper," I gasp the first time he enters. I feel him even deeper than before. I scoot my hips back to push him farther inside. I'm rewarded with a gasp.
"Tricia," he calls with desperation. "You're going to kill me," he groans while throwing himself inside me.
"I hope that's a good thing," I manage to say between moans.
"Yes." His arms wrap around my body, holding me still while his dick plunders me. I gasp with every thrust, and as I lean down to collapse my head on the bed, something inside changes, and I scream.
"You liked that?" he asks with a hint of sadism as he repeats the motion. I scream again and barely gasp out a yes before he's doing it again and again and again, and I'm completely losing my mind.
My hands clutch the sheets for dear life while he sends me to uncharted heights. My toes curl as my whole body is racked with the pleasure. I manage to register it's okay to scream like this since Hopper's home is so isolated.
"Jim?" I call.
"Yes?"
"Please don't stop. I'm-I'm gonna cum," I choke.
"Cum for me," he whispers in my ear, and then I'm shaking and screaming and slamming one of my hands on the bed while the orgasm of all orgasms tears through me. "Fuck, that was amazing. Fuck," he moans as he thrusts. "I'm going to cum," he cries. I only manage a whimpered moan in response – I'm still dazed from my orgasm.
"Oh, God," he moans on repeat and then buries himself inside me and stays there for a few seconds; I can feel his body trembling ever so slightly against me, and then he collapses beside me, utterly spent. I sigh with pleasure and tuck myself up against him. I'm rewarded with him wrapping one of his strong arms around my back and drawing me closer.
"That was amazing," I say on a sigh. He leans down to kiss me, his hand running across my chest to tease and cradle my breasts.
"That was fucking phenomenal." His voice is the deepest I've heard it - quiet and pleasantly tired and buzzing with post-sex endorphins - and it's the sexiest sound I've ever heard. I end up dozing off in his bed, and I wake up disoriented. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am and who is in bed with me. When I do remember, all that euphoric contentment returns. I snuggle closer to him, inadvertently causing him to stir.
"Mm, my beautiful Tricia," he mumbles, gathering me closer to him. I giggle and snuggle against him.
"My handsome Jim," I whisper back, caressing his body. We kiss slowly, tenderly, savoring the sensations. He hums contentedly as he pulls back, smiling at me before tucking my hair behind my ears.
"Do you want to spend the night?" he asks. My heart flutters. God do I ever. But a hundred buts race through my head - my mother will know for sure we slept together and will disapprove, what if someone sees him drive me home in the morning, what if I fall irrevocably in love with him?
"I want to, but-"
"I understand," he answers before I even pick which reason to voice. He probably understands all of them. "I'll drive you home in a little bit. But I want to kiss you a little longer first." I giggle while he leans in for the kiss. We stay like that - kissing and holding and touching - for more than just a little bit, but I don't mind. When we're starting to get too tired to continue, he gets up with a groan and we recollect our clothes.
The drive back is peaceful in the still night. It takes me a few minutes, but I finally work up the courage to reach over and hold his hand. To my surprise, he smiles over at me and squeezes my hand. We don't talk much on the way back, both of us spent, but it's one of those comfortable, companionable silences where nothing needs to be said.
"I had a great evening, Tricia," he tells me as we approach my house.
"I had a great evening too. Drive home safely," I tell him while I lean over to plant a peck on his cheek. He turns at the last second, stealing a kiss on the lips. I smile into the kiss and press against him more fully. I sigh with happiness as pull away. "I'll see you soon?" I want to leave it as a statement, but it comes out as a question.
"Yes, definitely." After one more kiss, I'm out of excuses to linger, so I hop out and head into my house, waving goodbye before I close the front door.
That night was a fantasy come to life. It made me completely forget all my reservations about Hopper. But I shouldn't have.