Christopher Scott Wagoner

Forever Autumn

Print ISBN 978-1-623421-57-1

​Ebook ISBN 978-1-623421-58-8

 

Coming January 2015.

Life's going well for Steven Borgia. Sure, he may not be a famous professional wrestler like his father, the legendary Deathslayer, but he has carved out a niche for himself as a Kindergarten teacher in New York City. There's only one thing missing; Someone special to share his life with.

When Steve meets the sharp-tongued Autumn--a big wrestling fan--he's mesmerized by her sarcastic and bold personality. Feisty, foul-mouthed, and feminine, she seizes life by the throat and refuses to let it go. Though they may seem like opposites, they compliment each other very well. After all, differences make good sparks, and there are plenty of sparks both in and out of the bedroom...

Steve's new happiness is threatened when Autumn's life is in jeapordy, and the only one who can save her is the estranged father she hasn't seen in fifteen years. 

 

Hilarious and heartwarming, Forever Autumn takes you on a journey that will tickle you in more ways than one.

EXCERPT:

 

"Were you asleep?" she said.

"Taking a little nap.”

"At six thirty on a Friday night?"

"Haven't got much sleep, lately," he said with a lascivious grin.

She returned the grin and went to him.  They wrapped each other in an embrace.  The smell of her hair reminded him of the fiery night they had spent together.

Autumn pulled away from him, a wry smile on her face.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. We could catch a movie or something."

"Yeah, that sounds like it could be fun."

"We could take one of those cheesy carriage rides through Central Park and make fun of the tourists." 

"You know how much I like making fun of people.”

They both chuckled, then grew silent, gazing into each other's eyes.  Suddenly they were embracing each other again, mouths meeting in a fit of passion.  Ignoring the line of drool that briefly spanned their lips, they paused for a moment.

"Or we could stay in," he said.

"Absodamnlutely," she said, mashing her lips against his again.

There were less clothes between them, she becoming a few inches shorter as she shed her platform boots.  Autumn nibbled at his neck, the bites just over the edge of painful.  He responded by putting a hand in the small of her back and crushing her to his chest.  She giggled playfully as her feet were lifted off the floor.

"You beast," she said through a sensuous smile, her eyes narrow.

Smiling himself, he turned around in place and sat her on the back of his sofa.  They kissed again, their breath hot in each other's mouths.  With a grunt he lifted her again and spun her around to face away from him.

"Oh, ho ho ho," she said in mock distress.  He stared down at her smooth, round buttocks, sliding his hand over her inked skin.  She giggled as he slapped a hand lightly across her cheeks, then caressed the skin.

Her laughter was replaced by a long groan as he slid inside of her, hands gripping her hips tightly.  Autumn turned her head to the side, face buried in her own forearm.  He reached out and gathered a hand full of her thick locks, tugging carefully but firmly until her mouth was in reach of his own.  Steve kissed her forcefully, which she returned in kind.  Vigorously, he worked his hips against hers, enjoying every grunt and sigh that escaped from her mouth into his own.  The sofa was pushed forward a bit with each shuddering thrust, until it was flush with the entertainment center.  

Steve was soon glistening with sweat, as was Autumn.  He swiveled his hips, member rubbing on all sides of her slick hole.  Their mouths parted when Autumn twisted her head back around and let out a visceral scream.

When Autumn lurched back over the couch, her head nearly bumped into his flat screen TV. He struggled not to release until she had reached her own summit, grunts escaping from his clenched teeth. Finally, she ground her backside into his pelvis, and they both gasped in unison.

"Wow," she said, turning around and putting her sweaty arms around his neck, "what got into you?"

"I don't know.”  He felt more than a little bit embarrassed.  "I'm not normally that, uh aggressive."

"It wasn't a complaint," she said, kissing him deeply.  "It's not like you broke out floggers and ball gags."

"Not on our...what is this?"   His  face scrunched up, "our third date?  Fourth?"

"I've kind of lost track...It's been quite a week."

Her brows knit together, fear in her soft brown eyes.

"You must think I'm a skank, to just jump in bed with you after one night."

"No," he said, putting a palm against her face "of course not!  I normally don't, don't let things move this fast myself."

Autumn smiled, a satisfied gleam in her eyes.  She brushed her soft lips against his neck, teasing him with her tongue.

"How many condoms do you have left?" she whispered in his ear.

"Plenty," he said, a bit nervously, "but I'm not....ready yet."

A cunning glint came into her eyes.  She pushed him away from herself, holding him at arms length.

"I bet I can help with that.”  Softly she trailed kisses down his chest.  Slowly, she worked her way down to his navel, then lower, and lower still.

"God," he said, putting a hand gently on the back of her head and gasping.

"Let me know," she said for a brief moment when her mouth was unoccupied.  Autumn had a way of looking up at him from her ostensibly subservient position with a smirking glint in her soft brown eyes, as if to say I'm still the one in charge.  For some reason it made it all the more thrilling, that he was the star of his own adult movie, minus the bad music in the background.

She recognized the way he tugged at her head gently as a warning, and quickly employed her hand upon his slick member as soon as her head came off of him.  Steve's legs went rubbery, his head tilted back so he could see the ceiling vibrate as his neighbor pounded on it.

“Sorry,” he said.  When he glanced down at her, a dreamy smile on his face, he noted that he had issued himself along her shoulder and back.  Autumn was wiping away at it with her hand, but did not appear to be horrified or even disgusted.

“It happens.  Not like I want you to drench my face with it, but it's the inevitable consequence of what we do, right?”

“Yeah.”  He tossed her a paper towel that he had moistened by running it under the faucet.  He had trouble meeting her eyes, feeling somewhat guilty about his thoughts earlier.  She was a real woman, not a djinn conjured from the internet that could be dismissed as easily as wiping away a stain.

“What's wrong?” said Autumn, chuckling at his trepidation.

“Nothing,” he said, smiling nervously.

“It's waaay too late to be bashful, sugar,” said Autumn with a snicker.

“It's not that...”Steve paused, unable to find the right words to express what he was feeling.  He stumbled forward regardless.  “It's just...you're a great gal, and I want to...that is, well...”

Steve's jaw suddenly set hard, and he put his arms akimbo.  The gesture was somewhat comical as he was in the nude, and Autumn giggled.

“What's so funny?  You know what, never mind, I need to say this...I'm starting to care about you, Autumn.  A lot.”

Autumn cast her gaze briefly downward, seeming small and vulnerable as she knelt nude on his carpet in spite of her fearsome tattoos.  

“I know, Steve.  You think I don't care about you?  Because I do, you know.  I'm just not the girlfriend type, you know?  I have rough edges that will never, ever be smoothed out.”

“Hey it's not like I want to propose or anything. I just kind of need to know, is this just a physical thing, or is it something more?  Because at the risk of putting myself at your mercy, I really, really, hope it's more.”

Autumn stared up at him, and for a moment her lovely umber eyes were free of conflict.

“It's more.  It's so much more it scares me.  Now stop being cute and let's get back to the physical side of our...relationship, or whatever.”

It wasn't long before they had retired to the bedroom, and he re-payed her in kind.  Steve laid her on her back and kissed her, very slowly and gently.  Gradually, their mutual passion caused the kiss to grow more intimate.  He kept her lower lip in his mouth for a moment, tugging it very gently with his teeth before he released the pliant flesh.  She gasped as he trailed kisses down her neck, moving his hips to the side so he could continue his ministrations.  When his soft lips touched her nipple, she abruptly slapped her hand on the back of his head.  Taking her gesture as an invitation to be more dominant in his explorations, he roughly took the dark brown flesh in his mouth.  Animalistic grunts escaped his mouth in the brief moment he was not using it to maul her supple skin.

When he got to her belly, she giggled as he discovered a few ticklish spots.  He paused as he got to her smoothly waxed labia, marveling in her scent and her undeniable sexiness.  Very gently, he used his tongue to tease her outer lips, and the sudden, vigorous way they quivered made him forge forward with confidence.  He used his long arm to reach up and cup one of her breasts, while his other hand he used to spread her wide.  Finding her little man in the boat was easy, as she had pierced the outer hood.  She used her own fingers, black with nail polish, to tug gently up on the ring, allowing him access.  Gasping, her hands clamped down on the back of his head, crushing his mouth into the softness of her genitals.    Her nails dug into the back of his head, so tightly he felt as if she would rip his hair out by the root.  He persevered through the rough treatment, face buried in her love cradle, until her voice raised loud in a passionate scream.

They both laughed a moment later when his upstairs neighbor banged on the floor/ceiling.

"Guess we need some cover noise," she said as he crawled back up her body, laying supine next to her.

"Fuck him," he said with a sneer.

"I don't think I'm tight enough to fuck anything right now.  Whew. You sure know how to speak in tongues."

He gave her a shy smile, stroking her hair with his large hand.

"Oh, good lord," she said, rolling her eyes, "when you guys are with each other, it's "cock" this and "pussy" that, but when your girlfriend does a little dirty talk you all turn into bashful little boys."

He laughed helplessly.

"It comes from watching porn when we're fourteen.  We all know how cheesy the dialogue is, so I guess that makes us feel cheesy when we talk dirty."

"Dirty talk is so much fun, though..." she said, cuddling up to him and putting her hand to work.

"Again?" he said.

Autumn moves in

 

“Autumn,” he said, confusion evident in his tone  as he trotted up.  “Why are you sitting out here?  Didn't I give you a spare key the other day?  It's freezing!”

“Hey,” she said, sniffling.  He took her hands in his, rubbing them vigorously.

“Your hands are like ice!  What's wrong?  What's all this?”

He looked toward the bags sitting near their feet.

“Um...about that....”

“C'mon, you can tell me.”

“I kind of need a place to stay.”  Her bottom lip quivered slightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

“What?” 

“We got kicked out of our apartment today,” she said through her tears. “My stupid cunt of a roommate was taking my half of the rent and using it to pay her fucking meth head boyfriend's bookie off.  She hasn't paid it in over six months, and they changed the locks and threw my stuff on the street and I've got nowhere else to go and nobody but you and...”

“Shh,” he said, taking her in is arms.  She put her head against his chest, sobbing softly.  He stroked the back of her head, squeezing her tight in his arms.  “Of course you can stay with me.  You spend the night here all the time, it won't be much different.”

“Yes it will,” she said, her voice muffled by his chest, “it's always different.”

“Different isn't always bad...”

“Most of the time,” she said, pushing away slightly to look in his eyes.  She had stopped crying, smiling sadly up at him.  “Why are you so good to me?”

“Because...”  Steve put his hand on her cheek. “Because...”

He took a deep breath and spoke in a rush.

“Because I love you,” he said, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb.

Autumn was weeping again.  

“Oh no.  I knew it was too soon to say that.  I'm sorry, you don't have to say it ba-”

“You're so fucking stupid!” she said, smiling through her tears.  “So fucking stupid...”

He kissed her, unmindful of the dampness on his face from her tears and mucus.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him like a rock in the storm tossed sea.

More hanky panky

She sat up on the bed and pulled her knees under her.  Her still cool hand caressed his cheek, her thumb brushing his bottom lip.

“You're not as boring as you think,” she said, giving him a quick kiss, “and you're really sweet, and supportive, and you put up with my smart mouth, and my bitchiness, and....”

She suddenly sneered at him, punched him in the chest.

“Ow!”

“You can disagree with me anytime, jerk!” 

“About what?”

“About my being a bitch, my smart ass-”

“Who says I disagree?” he said, furrowing his brow in mock consideration.

“Now you're getting your ass kicked,” she said, pummeling him lightly with the bottom of her fists.  He grabbed her wrists and flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the bed.

“You're not a bitch,” he said once their laughter subsided. “You're....opinionated.”

“Opinionated,” she said with a giggle. “I like that, but I think you're being generous.”

He gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, released one of her wrists to gently stroke her jet black hair.  He moved his face close to hers, eyes closing as his mouth opened.

“Wait.”  Autumn put her hand on his chest when their lips were scant inches apart.  He felt her warm breath on his skin.  “I....I love you.”

He stared at her for a long moment, eyes shining.  Then their lips met in a lingering, passionate kiss.  When he pulled away from her, his face was solemn.

“That's all I need.  That's all I need in the world, to hear you say that.”

“God,” she said teasingly, though the adoration in her eyes did not lessen. “You're such a pussy...”

He mashed his mouth atop hers, eliciting an exited squeal from her.  They rolled about on the mattress, knocking the bags to the floor as she ended up on top.  Her painted nails picked at the front of his shirt, undoing the buttons.  She grinned as the fabric peeled back to reveal several dark circles on his muscular chest.

“Got a little carried away the other day.”  She kissed the spots gently. “Sorry.”

Steve grinned

“They don't hurt, they just look awful.”

“At least I don't leave them where they show,” she said, nibbling on his flesh.

“It's fine, it makes me think, 'wow, I must be some stud.'”

She laughed, moving her head sinuously upwards so their lips could meet.  He fondled her breasts, toying with the buttons on her shirt which seemed tiny in his large fingers.  A hard knock at his door startled them.  He slapped his head as he recalled that he had been expecting company.

“Totally forgot that I'm supposed to help my sister with her laptop.”

“It's all right,” she said, getting up off of him. “I'll be around.”

“Yes,” he said, suddenly rising to his knees and wrapping her in a hug, “yes, you will be...”

They kissed again, his hand slipping down her spine to caress her rear.  The smacking of their lips was interrupted by another, harder knock.  Autumn giggled as he cursed, stomping toward the front door.