WE ARE ONE: Volume Two

by Jewel, Bella

  “Kidnapped and tied to a bed by my stalker sounds like a much better dream than the nightmare of me having a major panic attack in front of him.”

  I wanted to say something funny in response, but my sense of humour vanished when I saw the tears shining in her eyes.

  “You wanna talk about it?”

  “One day, just not right now.”

  “I’m here when ya do.”

  “I know. Thank you, and I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be. Like I said last night, it’s been an intense few weeks, and I just added to the pressure today.”

  We sat and stared down to where our hands had found each other. We remained in total silence for a few moments.

  “So my stalkerishness levels increased exponentially while you were sleeping.”

  The dimple appeared as she gave me a smile. “Stalkerishness? Is that even a word?”

  “Yep, just check in the dictionary of New South Austria.”

  The light spilling in from the street and the hallway allowed me to witness the way her smile lit up her eyes and banished the tears that had been threatening. It made me feel good that I was responsible for that.

  “I might just do that. So what did your new-found stalkerishness levels lead you to do?”

  “I went down your bag.”

  “What? Why?

  “To get the keys to your place, I raided your fridge for wine, beer, and milk; your pantry for tea bags, a bag of Doritos, and a jar of dip; and your bathroom for some toiletries and clothes. Oh, and while I was looking for your PJs, I found your stash of sex toys.”

  “What?”

  She almost took off from the bed, and her shriek actually hurt my ears.

  “What did you do?”

  What the fuck? Why was she panicking?

  “You actually have sex toys?”

  “If you’ve messed with Ronaldo and Adam, I swear to G, I’ll do you some damage with them.”

  “They have names?”

  “Oh my effin’ G.” She stared at the ceiling and shook her head. I wasn’t sure if she was crying again or laughing.

  “You have sex toys. They have names. But you can’t bring yourself to say ‘oh my fucking god’?”

  She shot me a look.

  “I’ve sworn aloud more in the four weeks that I’ve known you than I ever have in my entire life.”

  “Good to see I bring out the best in ya.”

  She shook her head at me again.

  “What did you do with them?”

  “Who?”

  “Adam and Ronnie.”

  “Nothing. I was joking. I didn’t know you owned such things. Why do you own such things?”

  “I have needs.”

  “You have me.”

  I felt jealous. They were battery powered bits of plastic or latex—at least that was what I assumed, I didn’t actually know about such things,—and yet I had this almost uncontrollable urge to smash them to pieces, jump all over them, run over them with my car, reverse, and do it again and again. Then, just for good measure, I wanted to set them on fire.

  “Yeah, well. You’ve been part of the reason I’ve needed them so often lately.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah you.”

  “What did I do?”

  “You just . . . Well. We haven’t done . . . And then when you kiss me, I-I—”

  Her eyes darted everywhere except in my direction until, finally, they settle on me.

  “Your kisses are amazing,” she said with a sigh, sounding almost reverent. I liked it. A lot.

  “Yeah?”

  I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my cardigan, and crawled on all fours towards her. She sat up straighter with her back against the headboard and pulled her knees up to her chest.

  “Yeah. They . . . your kisses are everything, Liam. They make me . . .”

  She trailed off as I reached her, grabbed her ankles, and yanked her down the bed. I crawled up over her body, nudging each of her legs apart with my knees and settling between them. As much as I wanted to grind my dick against her, she was wearing far too many layers, and I wanted this night to end with nothing between us. I wanted us to fit so tightly together that there wouldn’t even be room for a single atom.

  I sat up on my knees and pulled off her puffy ski jacket, which she had fallen asleep in, and then, without waiting for permission, I pulled her T-shirt over her head too. We stared at each other in silence for a few long moments. My eyes travelled from her face to her neck. I took in her shoulders and her chest before finally coming to rest on her tits. The bra she was wearing was plain, made from a sheer black mesh. No lines or seams and I could see the way her nipples stood to attention perfectly.

  “Fucking hell, Sarah. You take my breath away.”

  I pulled her up, and she straddled my lap as I sat on my knees in the middle of the bed. She wrapped her legs around me, and in a rocking motion, pushed the heat between her legs down onto my hard dick. I held on to her hips and kissed up through her cleavage, not stopping until I reached her mouth.

  “Tell me about those kisses, baby. What do they make you? They make you wet? They make you horny? Tell me.”

  “Yes. All of that. Your kisses make me all of those things.”

  She tilted her head and arched her back as she spoke. I reached around and unclasped her bra with one hand, something I hadn’t done—hadn’t had to do, in years. The women I’d been with over the previous decade usually removed their underwear the minute they got through the door, assuming they were even wearing any. This all just went to remind me how inexperienced Sarah was. There was an eight-year age difference, and what felt like a lifetime of experience between us.

  As her bra straps fell from each shoulder and slid down her arms, I took a moment to lean back and enjoy the sight of her. Her skin was pale, but not in that pasty translucent way, more a creamier colour, like milk. Her tits were round and perfect, her nipples hard, the area surrounding them, a very light pink in colour, the skin puckered, just waiting for my touch.

  She shook her bra from each wrist and let it fall onto the bed. My eyes travelled down to her waist to where her soft belly spilled over her jeans, which I desperately needed to get her out of. Before I could reach for the metal rivet, her hands crossed in front of her, blocking my path.

  I closed my eyes and hoped that the room would stop spinning. I’d gotten carried away in my desperation and desire to be inside her. I should’ve asked permission, taken things slower.

  I was almost afraid to meet her gaze, but when I slowly dragged my eyes up her body to look her in the eyes, she was staring off to the side and biting down on her lip.

  I leaned in and kissed right in the middle of her cleavage, then in the hollow at the base of her throat. Worried that this was as close as she was gonna let me get, I flicked out my tongue and dipped it into the indentation, and then I closed my eyes and breathed her in.

  Sarah wore a perfume made by Tommy Hilfiger. I wasn’t sure what it was called, but she always smelled clean, fresh and zesty. She smelt like lemons, limes, and oranges. The scent made my tongue tingle and my dick twitch.

  “You doing okay, pretty girl? Wanna slow things down?” I ran my fingertips up and down the backs of her arms and watched as goose bumps erupted across her skin.

  “Can we close the door?”

  “The door? But there’s no one else here, baby.”

  She tilted her head so that her eyes finally met mine. They were wide and blue, almost like she was pleading with me.

  “I know, but the light.”

  “The light? If I close the door, I won’t be able to see you.”

  There was an orange glow coming from the streetlight outside, but that wasn’t enough. I’d have had her under a spotlight if I could, a microscope even. I wanted to inspect, taste, feel, and discover every pore, ridge, bump, and curve of her beautiful little body.

  “I know, but . . .”

  She looked down at where her arms were crossed o
ver her belly. She wasn’t blocking me; she was covering herself.

  “You don’t want me to look at you? Why ever the fuck not?”

  She avoided my stare, looking at nothing over my shoulder instead, and it pissed me off.

  “Sarah, would you look at me?” She did.

  “Talk to me, bub. There’s no one else here. Just you and me. Tell me why you don’t want me looking at you.”

  She bit down on the inside of her cheek, and I watched as her chest rose and fell as she took slow, deep breaths. I worried for a moment that she was going to cry, but then I realised that she was just trying to compose herself.

  “I’ve not done this before.” She sounded almost panicked as she spoke the words quickly.

  What the fuck? Had she lied? She was still a virgin? What the fuck?

  “Sex?” My voice sounded like I was astounded even to me. She drew back so that she could look me in the eyes.

  “What? No. I mean Yes. No, I’m not talking about sex. Yes, I’ve had sex. We clarified this already. You told me to never mention it again. Ever.”

  “Good. Yes, yes I did, and I stand by that request. So what the fuck are you talking about then?”

  Her blue eyes were wide again, and I felt like a dick for snapping at her.

  “I’ve never been naked in front of a man before.”

  She sounded like she was gonna cry as she said this, and I felt bad that my shoulders had relaxed at her confession.

  “I’m not perfect, Liam. I have muffin tops that hang over my jeans. My belly’s not toned and flat, and I have dimples in my bum, it’s not cellulite. I don’t have cellulite, they’re just dimples. I have—”

  “I don’t care.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t care,” I repeated. “You’re beautiful, gorgeous, stunning. Your body dips and curves in all the right places. Your skin is amazingly soft. You, Sarah Carter, are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on, and I’ve only just started to unpeel the layers.”

  I pulled her arms away from her belly and left them hanging loosely at her sides while I unbuttoned and then unzipped her jeans. I manoeuvred her gently back down to meet the bed and pulled them and her socks off all at the same time. I stood staring as she lay there in a tiny mesh thong that matched the bra I’d removed earlier. It was completely transparent, and just like I could see her nipples through her bra, I could see the small strip of hair that led down to her slit. Raking my top teeth over my bottom lip so that I didn’t rip the scrap of fabric from her body and bury my face between her legs, I forced myself to take a deep breath.

  I wanted to lick, suck, and taste her from front to back. I wanted to sink my tongue, fingers, and cock inside her. I wanted to graze my teeth over her clit and her nipples. But I knew that if I did any of those things too soon, if I moved too fast, I’d have her running for the door.

  I watched Sarah as she watched me. She tapped the tip of each of her fingers over the pad of her thumb in a continuous rhythm, something that I’d learned that she did when she was nervous. I didn’t want her to be nervous. I wanted her to relax and enjoy every moment of pleasure that I was about to deliver.

  I stood at the end of the bed and looked down at her, then slowly, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and unbuckled the belt on my jeans. Then it was her turn to drag her teeth over her lip. The thought of her getting turned on as she watched me undress made me so hard it hurt.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and looked me up and down, the end of my dick getting wet as I leaked like a teenage boy.

  I bent down and pulled my wallet from my jeans and removed one of the condoms I’d been carrying around for the previous few weeks. I held it up and showed it to Sarah.

  “I’m gonna put this on the bed. It doesn’t mean we have to use it. I just don’t wanna have to go searching if we decide that we do.”

  She nodded her head but didn’t say a word as I moved towards her.

  “I’ll take it as slow as I can, Sarah, but fuck me, you look so fucking sexy laying there spread out for me that you’ll just have to give me a dig and remind me to slow down every now and then.”

  She actually frowned and looked a little concerned when I said that.

  “We’ll keep this at your pace, bub. Faster, slower, or harder. More or less. You just say the word, you understand?”

  She nodded, but I needed more.

  “Words, Sarah. Use your words. I need to hear ya.”

  “Yes,” she hissed. I was pissing her off. Good, I liked her pissed off.

  “Yeah, you sure?”

  “Yes, Liam.” Yep, she was definitely getting pissed off.

  “Good. You ready for me?”

  “Yeah, I’m ready.” Her reply was almost a whisper.

  I nodded my head slowly, not taking my eyes from hers as I contemplated what her response meant, to me, to her, to us. I’d had sex with inexperienced girls before, but it was way back when I had no clue what I was doing either, which was a little bit like how I was feeling right at that moment. I climbed up the bed and knelt where Sarah’s feet were. Her toenails were painted purple, and I kissed each one, then moved each of her legs to either side of my hips.

  “Bend your knees for me.”

  She did as I asked and I crawled further up her body. I wasn’t sure whether to start at the top and work down, or at her toes and work up. What I really wanted was to just bury myself balls deep inside her and experience some relief from the hard-on I’d been sporting for almost a month now. No amount of wanking had made it better. Any thought, sight, sound, anything full stop that reminded me of Sarah Carter had me hard in seconds.

  Seeing as she liked my kisses so much, I decided to start there. Hopefully, my mouth on hers might help her relax a little bit. I started with small kisses at the corner and worked my way to the middle where I lingered a little while. I made my way equally as slowly to the opposite corner and then pulled back, brushing my thumb gently back and forth across her lips, retracing where my mouth had just been on hers.

  I repositioned my body over hers, lining us up so that my hard dick was pressing perfectly between her legs. I rocked forward, and we simultaneously groaned. I kissed her eyelids, nose, and cheeks. I kissed her chin, neck, and throat. If I could, I would have kissed her heart, but instead, I kissed her mouth and hoped that my kiss explained, in detail, every single thing that I felt when my mouth met hers.

  Her arms were around me, her fingers clawed at my back and my scalp. She pulled at my hair and slid her hand inside my jocks and pushed down on my arse, grinding my hips harder against hers.

  “Slow down, pretty girl, slow down. I wanna be inside you when I come. At this rate, all I’m gonna do is make a mess all over your belly.”

  “I’m sorry. It just feels so good.”

  “Amazing, fan-fucking-tastic is what it feels. I just want it to feel that way a little bit longer.”

  I kissed her forehead and then her nose, hopefully reassuring her that she was doing great.

  “I’m gonna take off your knickers, you all right with that?”

  Her answer was to lift her hips, so I pulled them down and lifted each of her legs out of them, I then did the same with my jocks so that we were both naked. I looked at her face to try to gauge her reaction, assuming that if she’d never been naked in front of a bloke before, then she’d probably never really seen a dick. Mine was in no way a monster, but I didn’t want her being scared of it regardless. Instead what I saw was Sarah licking her lips.

  “Fuck me, baby. Don’t look at my dick and do that. Please give me some help not to blow my load before I reach the goal.” I groaned. She giggled. That was until I leant forward and took her nipple between my teeth, then we were back to the moaning and the grinding.

  I’d planned to do so many things to her that very first time, but neither of us could hold back. We were both desperate for release. I wanted to taste her so badly, but I knew one swipe of my tongue wouldn’t be enough for either of us, and I
wanted to feel her come around my cock our first time together.

  I knew that she was wet, I could feel her all over me, but I didn’t wanna hurt her, so I sat back on my knees and swiped just one finger through her before pushing inside. She was incredibly tight and almost hit the ceiling when I pushed in a second finger, which made me chuckle.

  “You like that? Didn’t hurt you did I?”

  She shook her head but said, “Yes, yes I like that.”

  I reached for the condom and opened the packet with my teeth. I switched my gaze from hers to concentrate on what I was doing, she did the same and watched me intently as I slid it over my dick.

  “Bend your knees and open your legs for me, Sarah.”

  I shifted forward. Holding my weight off her with my elbow, I used my hand to line myself up. I moved as slowly and gently inside her as I could. Stopping for a few seconds every time I sunk a little deeper. We didn’t break eye contact. I laced my fingers with hers at the side of her head and used my other hand to slide down over her waist and hip, then to lift her thigh up and over my hip to my back. This opened her up more, and I was able to slide in further, sink deeper into her tight heat. I groaned, I couldn’t not. I was fighting a losing battle against reacting to each and every sensation being inside of her drew out of me. I wanted to throw my head back, groan loud, and thrust inside her with force, instead I kissed her again. It was gentle at first, but as our hips moved against each other and gathered pace, our mouths and tongues probed more aggressively. Despite how tight she felt, she didn’t wince, not once did she look like she was in any kind of discomfort. We fit together perfectly, like she was made just for me.

  Once I was buried inside her, she met me thrust for thrust.

  Our eyes remained locked, our fingers laced together, our body’s rocking in a fluid motion. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened at the same time as I felt her internal muscles tighten around me.

  “Oh. Oh. Liam. Liam. Liam . . .”

  My name was a mantra that she chanted over and over as she gave herself over to sensation. I got to watch and experience it all.

  “I know, pretty girl, I know. Let it go, just let it go and let me watch you.”