Maria could barely believe what she was doing.
If Liz or Michael…hell, if anyone found out what she was doing, she would have been killed more ways than she could count. She was in a relationship with ex-sheriff Jim Valenti. Well…if you construed heavy make-out sessions in hidden locations a relationship.
She was on her way around the back of the Crashdown during her lunch break, and she could already feel her body aching for him.
The way he touched her…the way that he made her feel. The way he smelled.
Although it sounded strange, he was absolutely intoxicating to her. There was something in his natural scent that seemed to call to her and fill her senses completely every single time she was near him. Every time.
She hastened her stride and slipped into the blind spot behind the café, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw him arrive.
Maria immediately slipped her hands over his shoulders and pulled him close, sliding her fingers up into his hair and then pressing her nose against his neck, inhaling deeply.
God, he smelled good.
He pushed her up against the brick wall and retaliated, pressing his lips to her neck, and she groaned. She pulled back far enough to capture his lips with her own and she let out another low moan that was quickly captured by his lips, and she relished in his taste.
As their tongues slipped against each other, Jim's hands slid up under her uniform and skimmed along the backs of her bare thighs, causing pleasant tingles to run up the insides of them to her center. She pressed herself firmly against him and then in one graceful movement wrapped both of her legs around his waist, his forearms bracing her from beneath and the brick wall bracing her back. The feel of his leather belt digging into the bottom of her legs and the feel of the well-worn cotton of his western shirt along the insides of her thighs was delicious.
He pushed himself against her and she tightened the grip of her calves, welcoming the hardness between her legs, rubbing herself along him.
He pulled away from the kiss to attack her neck a second time, this time with his tongue and teeth coming into the mix.
He traced random patterns along her carotid and her breath soon was coming in short, shuddering gasps as she tried not to react too vocally to what he was doing to her body.
At the same time his tongue was wreaking havoc on her nervous system, his hands were holding her ass, his fingers gently kneading along the flesh.
God, she's perfect, he thought to himself as he took in as much of her soft skin as he could. She tasted wonderful, she smelled as sexy as sin, and her body was amazing enough to drive him to distraction even when she was wearing heavy sweaters in the winter.
His erection was almost painful, and he tried to ease the tension by pressing himself against her, but all that seemed to do was raise the tension and make him harder than he'd been than when he'd been in high school himself. At times he was painfully aware of their' age difference and felt horrible guilty, but at times like now that thought was the furthest from his mind, and instead it was replaced with thoughts of, Want. Take. Have… and, of course, More.
The feeling of her legs around him was divine, but it wasn't enough.
They hadn't gone all of the way, but that didn't mean that they still couldn't have some fun. In that frame of mind, he moved his right hand closer to her center and gently rubbed his fingers over the flimsy, lacy fabric, and let out a low moan when he felt how damp and thoroughly soaked the fabric was.
She let a low moan as well at his actions, and it encouraged him to go further.
Feeling bold, he quickly slipped two fingers under the gusset of her panties and slid them up into her, muffling a loud groan when he felt just how wet she was.
There was no resistance whatsoever as he slid his fingers into her, only a soft, wet sound.
There was a definite hitch in her breathing, and he started to gently thrust his fingers in and out of her, determined to get her off. The fact that they could be caught made the sensations all the more heightened, and a sense of urgency filled both of them.
She began to shallowly thrust herself on his fingers, and he moved them slightly deeper and curved them inward, and suddenly her legs clamped down tightly around his waist.
Never had his name sounded so good. Knowing that he had to hear her say it again, he slowly added a third finger, and he watched as her head rolled back on her shoulders and a low, "Unh, unh, unh," escaped from her lips in time with each thrust. As he continued to pleasure her from beneath, he rubbed his erection against the front of her as best as he could, still trying to get to the same point that she was. He wanted to go over with her.
He adjusted his fingers slightly, and was rewarded with a high pitched, "Jim!", and he smiled and repeated the action.
Her inner walls clamped down tightly around his fingers, soaking them with a freshet of juices, and his felt his own breathing become shallow as well.
God, she was melting around his fingers, and he couldn't help but thrust up against her, his jeans tightly constricting around his erection.
The friction of the jeans and the delightful pressure of pressing against her built up to a peak, and suddenly he was coming in his pants like a randy teenager. He continued to thrust against her through his release, and he moaned into her ear, "Maria…"
As he came down, he gently withdrew his fingers from her and then slowly slid her down until her feet were back on the ground.
Her arms were still around his neck and she whispered into his ear, "Don't leave…"
He shuddered at the sound of the want in her voice, but reluctantly drew back from her and gave her a solemn look.
"I have to…"
The look of pain in her eyes was obvious, so, quickly, before he could change his mind, he dropped a soft kiss on her lips, showing her in the only way that he could of, that he wasn't abandoning her; that he was simply doing what they both knew had to be done.
If anyone found out about the two of them…
…well, it wouldn't matter that she was eighteen and a consenting adult. Her mother would flay him alive, and the state of New Mexico wouldn't care about the fact that Maria was legal and of a sound mind. All they would see was a man getting his jollies off with a girl that was easily young enough to be his own daughter.
He walked out of the alley with his heart about level with the toes of his boots.
God, he loved her.
And he hoped, in some way, that she felt the same way about him.
He couldn't look back, because he knew what he would see. He knew that she would be looking at him with those eyes of hers; those eyes that made him want to run back into her arms every single time that he saw them.
They were taking a big enough risk, as it was, with what they were doing.
But even as he told himself that it was for the best, he felt that pang in his chest that told him to turn around, to go back to her and be with her while he still had the chance.
Somehow he managed to ignored the voice, and kept his eyes trained on the ground in front of him as he walked away, his feet taking him to the quarry.
As soon as he was there, he stared out over the rim and began to wonder. He wondered where things were going for him and Maria. She was constantly on and off again with Michael, and that was a problem, but she had told him not too long ago that she and Michael were over.
He hoped that was true, because he wasn't sure if his heart could take being broken again.
Jim Valenti wasn't sure how it had happened, but it had. He had fallen in love with her, and who could blame him? She was the most vibrant person that he'd ever known. She had a devout passion for life and he saw it every single time the group was in a life-threatening situation. She always tried to find an option that kept everyone out of danger, but, of course, that option was never the one that was chosen.
At that thought he felt his heart clench.
If something happened to her…
…no, he wouldn't think about it.
At times he felt like a dirty old man, lusting after her the way that he did, but it wasn't just lust, that he knew. He knew that he loved her.
Dimly, he vaguely recalled the lines of a book… 'Light of life, fire of my loins…'
Yes, she was truly both of those.
Absently, he kicked a rock over the edge of the quarry and listened to it as it fell down the rocky slope to the bottom, the sound echoing off of the high walls, making him feel even more alone than he already was. That was his life.
He had her…and yet he didn't have her.
His ultimate temptation, and, most likely, his downfall.
"Maria," he whispered, hearing the rocks echo back her name to him…and with that, he turned and walked out of the quarry, her name still being echoed behind him like a solemn prayer. Yes…his downfall she may be, but what a sweet death it would be.
A.N. - Yeah...so I added another chapter. Well, someone on DA loved my picture and my story, so I wrote her a second chapter. Hope you enjoy it!