by Gemma Weir
This is what a man should give to a woman, a sense of confidence, of unwavering allure, and Huck has gifted that to me with just a simple picture. All of a sudden being with him, throwing myself on this boulder rolling downhill makes complete sense. Why not go all in, why not give in to this fairytale he’s created for us and enjoy it?
I’m not sure that a picture should hold this much sway on my life, but somehow it’s made the fog lift and the world slam into HD focus. I like him, I like who I am when I’m his. Before I can stop myself, I’m typing out a message.
Me – What’s at the center of your universe?
I expect to have to wait for a reply, but one comes almost immediately.
Bossy Elf – It used to be my family, they grounded me and gave me roots, now it’s you. You’re mine, my world is entangled with yours.
My breath catches in my throat as I read and reread his words. I can make this thing between us complicated; I can throw up walls and bind them in spikes to slow us down to a pace that feels normal, or I can just stop. I can give myself over to this sense of rightness that I feel in the quiet moments between us. Huck is overbearing, bossy, possessive and possibly a little crazy, but he makes me happy, at least when he’s not driving me mad. He overwhelms me in the best possible way and I like it. I type so quickly I’m amazed the words make any sense.
Me – Ask me to move in with you.
My cell rings a second later and I smile as I answer it. “Hi”
“Move in with me.”
“Okay.”
His whoop of joy echoes through the line and I giggle.
“You’re serious, right? Because I heard you agree and I’m not letting you go back on that even if you’re joking right now,” he tells me, his voice jubilant.
“I’m serious.”
“What changed your mind? I mean, I was going to get you to change your mind anyway, but why now? Last night you were so adamant that you needed your own place.”
“Because I realized that I’m falling just as hard for you as you are for me, so what’s the point in fighting it?”
When he speaks, his voice is low and gruff and full of want. “Fuck, Peaches, I want you so bad. I’ll be home soon; stay in bed, I want you naked and wet for me. Play with those toys of yours but don’t come, you only come for me now.”
“Huck,” I say, realizing how breathy and desperate I sound.
“I’m serious, baby, your orgasms are mine, I’ll be there soon.”
The line goes dead and I flop back against the pillows clutching my cell to my chest and wondering what the hell I just did. My lips spread into a wide smile and I stare at the ceiling like an idiot for longer than I realize because after what only feels like a minute later, Huck bursts into the bedroom, his eyes finding me in the bed still naked, the sheet tucked beneath my arms.
“Come here, baby,” he beckons, stripping out of his work clothes as he waits.
Letting the sheet fall, I push up to my knees and then move to the end of the bed, watching him reveal his perfect body. Grabbing his Henley at the neck, he pulls it over his head in one smooth movement and drops it to the floor. He then unbuttons his pants, pushes them down and kicks off his boots till he’s naked.
His chest is firm and muscular, his abs aren’t a defined six pack, but toned and solid. His thighs are huge, so wide I can barely straddle them, but it’s his thick cock that’s hard and pointing at me that draws my attention. Licking my lips, I bend down, intending to take him in my mouth, but his fingers under my chin stop me. “I’m filthy, baby, shower first, then you can wrap those lips around my dick for as long as you want.”
Nodding my agreement, I wrap my arms and legs around him as he lifts me off the bed like I weigh nothing, and carries me into the bathroom, not letting me go as he starts the water and steps under it the moment it’s warm. He lowers me to my feet, as he presses his lips to mine and kisses me with the water beating down on us. Tearing away from me, he quickly washes the dirt from his hands and cleans his skin before he starts to wash me. Filling his hands with shower gel, he glides over my arms, my shoulders, my breasts. He ensures every inch of me is thoroughly clean, ending up kneeling at my feet, his eyes shimmering with mischief as he strokes his fingers though my sex, washing me and causing a riot of sensation to build inside of me.
When we’re both clean, he turns off the water and quickly dries us before he lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass with his palm before he stops at the end of the bed and lowers me to my feet.
“I want to watch as you spread those pouty lips of yours and swallow my dick whole, Peaches.”
Lowering to my knees, I look up at him as I part my lips and suck the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it. His breath hitches and his hand rests on the top of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Take it all, baby, suck me,” he orders, the playfulness gone from his expression as he pushes on my head, encouraging me to take the rest of him.
Leaning forward, I suck the length into my mouth, not stopping until his dick hits the back of my throat and I gag. His hold on my hair tightens and he pulls back a little, letting me slide my tongue along his length as I hollow my cheeks and suck deeply.
“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing, I want to fuck it so bad, baby, I want to come down your throat and watch you swallow my cum,” he rasps, tugging at my hair.
Bobbing up and down I work his dick, breathing through my nose to stop myself from gagging when I take him deep. From this position, I’m in control, sucking and licking at his dick while I feel him holding himself back and stopping himself from fucking my mouth like he wants to.
Teasing him some more, I slide his dick till just the head is in my mouth, then I reach out and play with his balls hanging heavy and full between his legs. Losing his hold on control, he uses his grip on my hair and forces his dick back between my lips, pumping his hips back and forth as he fucks my mouth, guiding me on and off him, pushing himself all the way to the back of my throat with every thrust.
“Fuck, so good, baby, so good,” he rasps.
My fingers play with his balls while I curl my tongue around his dick, enjoying the feeling of being used for his pleasure as he fucks my mouth, my lips spread wide around him.
“I’m gonna come, Peaches, and you’re gonna swallow it all,” he orders.
Lifting my eyes to him, I nod as best I can as he thrusts into me one last time and stills. The first jet of hot cum spills into my mouth and I swallow, but a second spurt of cum follows faster than I can take it and I feel his seed drip between my lips as I eagerly swallow what I can.
Groaning, his tense muscles relax and his grip on my hair loosens until he’s stroking my hair, petting me. The taste of his cum fills my mouth, salty but not unpleasant as I clean his dick with my tongue before finally pulling back and letting his dick fall free of my mouth with a pop.
His eyes sparkle with heat as he looks down at me. I’ve no doubt I look more wanton than I ever have, my hair wet and mussed from his hold on me, my lips swollen from the way he just used my mouth, my nipples pebbled, my thighs wet with my own arousal. He does this to me every time he touches me… no wonder I’m agreeing to move in with him, I’m dick-whipped, completely obsessed with the way he touches me.
Reaching out a hand, he helps me to my feet, the perfect gentleman in this second when a minute before he was more barbarian taking his pleasure. He’s the perfect mix of hard and soft. His thumb wipes a drop of his release from my lip, and he offers it to me. I lick it from his skin and watch as a soft smile tips at the corners of his mouth. “Perfect,” he mouths, then his lips find mine.
If he tastes himself on me, he obviously doesn’t mind, because his tongue slips into my mouth and devours me. Strong arms wrap around me, pulling me to him, while agile fingers pluck at my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
Pulling back from our kiss, his eyes drop to take me in. “So beautiful, so fucking beau
tiful and all mine.”
He’s not really talking to me, but I bask in the ownership in his tone, shuddering a little at how much I’m beginning to love his territorial nature. Spreading his hands around my waist, he lifts me onto the bed, pushing me down until my back is flat against the comforter and my feet are hanging off the end. Lifting my legs, he positions my heels on the mattress, and spreads my thighs wide as he leans down and licks me.
Already wet, he moans at the taste of me, hooded eyes devouring me as he parts my folds with his finger and thumb and sucks on my clit. My hips punch up, lifting from the bed as an explosion of pleasure bursts to life. Without giving me a chance to breath, he eats my pussy like it’s his last meal, licking, sucking and basking in me, his heavy arm holding me in place.
My orgasm hits from nowhere and he fills my pussy with his tongue, fucking me while my muscles clench down on him. Pulling his tongue free, he spears me with two fingers, stretching me as he finds that spot inside of me… and I come again, my muscles trembling from the pleasure he’s forcing on me.
When a third orgasm hits, my stomach clenches and it hurts almost as much as I enjoy it. “No more, fuck me, please fuck me,” I beg.
Standing, he lifts my butt from the bed and fills me in one long thrust, his grip on me tight enough I’ll probably have bruises later. Reaching out aimlessly, I tangle my fingers in the sheets, needing to hold onto something as he fucks me relentlessly, brutally. I thrash my head from side to side as I try to meet him thrust for thrust but I’m immobile under his control. He drags me on and off his dick until I come with a scream, my entire body clenching, as wave upon wave of bliss implodes like an atom bomb inside my core.
Releasing my legs, Huck flips me onto my stomach, pulling me onto my hands and knees as he fills me again, and drives into me fast, then slow, building me back up for another orgasm that I’m not sure my body can take. At least in this position I can move, so I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust until his movements become erratic and instead of a slowly building rhythm, he slams into me, eager to find his own pleasure. Coming with a guttural roar, his fingers find my clit and he forces me over the edge with him until spent, we collapse forward, sweaty and sated.
Neither of us speaks for a while, but Huck rolls behind me as his fingers slide between my legs pushing his cum back into me like he does every time we have sex, I want to be disgusted but honestly, I kind of like it and I know he likes it, so what’s the harm? I’m on the pill, we’re both clean and hell, I’m moving in with him, what’s a little semen between lovers?
When he’s finished, he lifts his fingers to my mouth and drags them over my bottom lip. “How do we taste?”
Licking my lip, I taste us, it’s an unusual flavor, but not nasty, so I roll over to face him and kiss him, letting him taste our combined arousal on my tongue. He hums with pleasure before pulling back and looking at me, his eyes so full of emotion that I have to look away, burying my face in his chest just to give myself a chance to breathe.
He lifts my chin with his fingers and kisses me again, smiling against my lips before he rolls out of bed and pads naked into the bathroom. The tap turns on and water begins to run. Exhaling, I close my eyes, sleepy again now my body is so relaxed.
“Here, you forgot to take this,” Huck says, pressing my pill against my lips and holding up a glass of water for me to take a sip from.
“Oh my god, thank you, it’s a good job you remembered,” I say, swallowing the pill.
A strange expression crosses his face, but it’s gone almost as quick as it came. A warm wet cloth strokes over my pussy, and I jump. “What are you doing?” I yelp, trying to push him away.
“Taking care of you. I look after the things that belong to me,” he says simply, holding my hands away as he carefully wipes my skin clean of both of our releases. Throwing the cloth back through the open bathroom door, he pulls back the covers and climbs back into bed, waiting for me to move into his arms before he covers us up and holds me to him. “We need to eat, then we can go and start packing up your clothes and important stuff, we can move the rest into the barn until our wing is built, or we can sell the stuff you have and buy new, whatever you want.”
“I have to give a months’ notice on my apartment, so there’s no rush, we can just grab my essentials and take our time moving the rest,” I shrug.
“Might as well move everything this weekend, everyone will help and it’ll be easier than trying to move a bit at a time”
“I’m working this weekend.”
“That’s okay, you just pack up the stuff you want in our room, then me and my brothers will pack everything else up. The barn is dry and clean, Bay and Penn only use it for storing the project cars they’re working on, so we can sheet it all up and it’ll stay fine for a couple of months while our add-on is finished.
“There’s only the bed, my couch and my clothes and stuff really. The bed could probably stay in the apartment for the next tenant, your bed is so much more comfortable than mine anyway and it’s not like we need two.”
“Whatever you want, as long as you’re in our bed every night, I’m happy.”
I don’t want to, but my stomach eventually forces me out of bed, and I throw on my shorts and tank from last night and follow Huck into the kitchen. It feels awkward to just help myself to food out of his refrigerator, but I suppose I need to get used to it as I guess it’s my home too now.
Making us both a sandwich, I push one towards him and he passes me a bottle of water as we sit side by side at the kitchen counter eating in comfortable silence. My eyes scan the room, taking in the place where Huck grew up. It’s a peaceful house and not just peaceful because it’s empty, but because it has a happy vibe to it. This place is a home, and I understand why Bonnie said she felt incredibly comfortable here. The walls are filled with so many happy memories, a house full of love and family. I wonder if that’s why none of them have ever moved out? In comparison, my apartment feels bleak and lifeless, not even my parents’ house which they moved to when I was in my early teens feels as homely as this place does.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Huck asks, interrupting my daydreaming.
“I was just thinking how much of a home this house is and that you all must love it to never have wanted to move out.”
“When we were little, Mom told us that Dad picked every tree for every log he used to build this place and that he only picked the happy trees, so this house was built with happiness and love at its core.”
“I love that,” I smile. “It feels true doesn’t it.”
“It always has. My parents filled it with love, then they had us and they loved us even more. I can’t wait till this house is filed with kids again so they can grow up with the magic of this place too. I want kids Cora, as many as you’ll give me and I want them to grow up here, surrounded by their cousins.”
“I want kids too, but not yet. How about if we haven’t killed each other in a few years’ time we can talk about all those kids you want,” I laugh, poking him playfully in the arm.
The smile on his lips dissolves and he looks nervous all of a sudden.
“Jesus don’t look so worried, you’re the one that brought up kids not me, don’t look at me like I just went stage five clinger on you. If either of us is the clinger in this relationship, it’s one hundred percent you.”
Huck laughs, but it never reaches his eyes, and honestly, talking about having kids with someone I’ve been dating for a week is freaking me out, so I finish my sandwich, then tell him I’m going to get dressed so we can go back to my place.
“You keep packing your mountain of clothes and I’ll go get some packing boxes,” Huck says, eyeing the piles of dresses, skirts and shirts I’ve already stuffed into my largest case.
“Okay. Honestly, we might need to do a second run for the rest of this stuff, I’m not sure I have enough cases to pack all my clothes.”
“I’m not sure we have a big enough house for all these clothes,” he
mutters under his breath as he kisses me quickly then leaves, grumbling the whole way to the door.
Deciding to split my closet into summer and winter stuff, I prioritize all my warmer clothes and start repacking my cases, taking out all but my absolute favourite dresses and skirts. I manage to fill both of my suitcases without really making a dent in my closet and I slump down onto the tiny free space on my bed, staring desolately at all the outfits I just can’t take with me immediately.
Knocking at my door surprises me and I jump up and rush to open it, shocked to find Mitchell standing on the other side. “Hi babe,” he says in what he must think is sexy voice, but actually makes him sound like a bad impression of Joey from friends.
“Mitchell, what’s up?”
“Can I come in?”
“I’m kinda busy, what do you need?” I ask, brusquely.
“You Cora, I always need you,” he says, shocking the hell out of me when he grabs my face in his hands, leans in and kisses me.
Shoving my hands at his chest, I keep my lips firmly closed, not kissing him back while I try to push him away. An animalistic growl surrounds me and suddenly Mitchell is no longer touching me, he’s pinned to the opposite side of the corridor while Huck slams his fist into his face. I hear the crack of Huck’s knuckles colliding with Mitchell’s nose but I don’t call out to stop Huck, I doubt he’d hear me right now and honestly, I kind of feel like a good punch in the nose might do Mitchell some good.
“Stay the fuck away from my woman,” Huck snarls, dropping my ex to the floor and turning his back on him to focus all of his attention on me. “You okay?” he asks, cupping my cheeks in his palm as he stares down at me, searching my expression for some indication that I’m upset or hurt.