by Unknown
“Fuck it,” he growled, tipping me off him and climbing out of the bed. My stomach dropped in disappointment, my carefree laughter dying in my throat.
“Grant?” I whispered uncertainly, crawling to my knees near the edge of the bed. He was already turning to grab me though. He hoisted me off the bed, my legs wrapping around him as I squeaked in surprise. He started moving quickly towards the front door, grabbing his wallet on the way. My mind whirled as I tried to work out what was happening.
Surely he wouldn’t go outside like this?
He dropped me back on the table and moved to the bunks, grabbing two single mattresses and dumping them on the floor. He tossed the pillows carelessly on top, not even looking to see where they landed as he lunged back at me, lifting me and tumbling me down onto the mattresses. Apparently the delay on the bed had ebbed at his patience, because there was nothing slow and calculated about the way he kissed me now.
His mouth ate at mine greedily, yet with finesse. I felt my earlier hunger rise again, twice as needy as, and more desperate than before. My sex clenched longingly, urging me to find something – anything – to fill it. Stone’s hungry mouth moved to my breasts, one elbow propped above my shoulder as he thrust a hand between our bodies and cupped me.
“Yes!” I whispered very softy, but the small word was infused with emotion, wrung uncontrollably from my lips.
His mouth was torture against my breasts, his still hand even worse. I bucked my hips in a silent request and was rewarded with the hard glide of a finger inside me. My gasp was more a high-pitched cry as I raised my legs higher and clutched at his head. More, I wanted to shout, but Stone was a step ahead of me, groaning quietly as he thrust a second finger inside. His teeth tugged gently at my breast, his tongue rolling around my nipple in a way that had me mewling like a distressed animal.
“Grant,” I whispered desperately, pushing at his hand to no avail and yanking his head up to make eye contact. Now!
He shook his head ever so slightly, a fierce look in his eyes. “You’re not ready.”
“I am!” I protested with a pained groan.
He growled at me, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tensing. “I’m big,” he ground out, no smugness or pride in his rough voice. He thrust a third finger inside me and flexed his fingers, stretching me. My eyes widened and I let go of him to clutch at the sheets beneath me.
His words penetrated through my daze. I glanced down at his impressive cock and I bit my lip. I hadn’t thought about it before - too busy admiring it to figure in the logistics.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, as if sensing my apprehension, and then he growled again, “But I’ll fill you deep.”
His fingers pressed further and I moaned raggedly from deep within my chest as I imagined just how much wider he’d stretch me; how much deeper he’d reach. My walls clutched at his hand hungrily in anticipation, the muscles in my thighs flexing.
He chuckled roughly, his eyes dark with lust. Like that, don’t you, naughty girl?
Fuck yes, I liked it! I wanted it now.
“Give it to me,” I demanded, surprising us both with my sudden assertiveness as I reached for his cock.
His fingers left me abruptly and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he moved over me and growled, his lips a breath from mine, “Oh I’ll fucking give it to you,” he assured me.
He smirked slightly and lifted his hips away from mine when I tried to rub against him.
When I’m good and ready, his eyes warned.
I tried to touch him, to urge him on, but I couldn’t move my arms. I was completely at his mercy. He could do anything he wished…he could draw out my pleasure for hours and I was powerless to stop him. It shouldn’t have turned me on…but it did.
I panted as I tried to move again, to rub against him, to pull my wrists free. I whimpered and cried out in excitement, my breaths coming in short, puffs of air against his face. His eyes narrowed, before he slowly, carefully, tightened his hold on my wrists…as if testing the source of my sudden spike in arousal. I shut my eyes, trying to hide the emotion in them as my body instinctively arched and then shuddered against him.
He hummed his approval and I blushed, wanting to burrow under the covers and hide in shame. His hands let go and I breathed a sigh of relief, only to have it turn into a squeal as he gripped my waist and flipped me onto my stomach. I tried to roll over, but he slapped my ass in warning. I yelped at the pain and froze, fear making me tense even as tendrils of lust crawled up my spine.
He lifted my torso off the mattress slightly and slid a pillow beneath me, propping me up so that my face wasn’t pressed to the sheets. Two big hands splayed against my back and slowly traced their way downward, over my ass and down my thighs to my knees, pushing them wide and up to spread me. I fought against them, my face on fire from the heat of my blushes. I felt open and exposed, completely helpless to his touch and…his eyes.
I felt them on me. I felt them take in the curves of my shoulders, the faint ripples of my ribs, the hollow of my spine…the cheeks of my ass and yet lower and more intimate still.
“Grant, please,” I muttered desperately, this time out of shyness rather than desire. He covered my body with his in response, no longer looking, but touching it everywhere with his skin, gently pressing me down as he held most of his weight at bay.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered against my shoulder, covering it with wet, hot kisses as he made his way toward the nape of my neck and then starting down my spine as he eased back a little. He grabbed my arms and captured both of my hands in one of his, holding them behind me, pinned to the cleft of my ass. I cried out in surprise and then moaned as I tipped my head back and shivered at the feel of his lips moving down the sensitive flesh of my arms.
“Mmmm,” I sighed, loving the delicious, tingly trail his mouth was leaving as he inched closer and closer to my ass. He licked and sucked at my fingers, the proximity of his mouth to one of my most private areas adding that little hint of danger to the pleasure - a hint of wickedness and sin.
He bit one of my cheeks and I bucked in alarm, feeling his dark chuckle vibrate through my skin as he licked the mark. His free hand smoothed over my thigh, sliding underneath me as his kisses moved to work up the length of my spine. I felt his thumb swirl around my clit in a swift, teasing caress, before three fingers slid in. I sucked in a breath at the hard penetration, but ground against his hand, showing him I was willing to take more. Much more.
He let go of me and backed off, a crinkle of foil reassuring me that he hadn’t gone far.
“Turn over,” he commanded and I leapt to do his bidding, flipping myself eagerly onto my back, pulling the pillow out from beneath me and wrapping my legs around him as he sheathed himself and moved over me.
He kept his weight off me, holding himself up on his hands and watching my face as he nudged my entrance. I tried to swallow my gasp, shocked at how large the head felt as it pushed its way inside, but it was inevitable. I gripped his hard forearms and shivered in anticipation, biting my lip as he pushed in another inch. He didn’t seem to be breathing at all, and his eyes closed for a second, before he fixed them back on me and pressed forward more insistently.
“Aa-ah, mmmm,” I stuttered over my sounds, overwhelmed by the slowly driving force of him invading me. He paused and took a shuddering breath, letting me adjust to the newness of holding him inside me. I thought that was all of him – that I couldn’t possibly take any more if there was. Yet he pushed forward another two inches, burying himself to the hilt with a raw sound. I squealed as I felt him pulse inside me and my walls contracted instinctively, making me moan in delight, even as Stone hissed like he was in pain. I locked my ankles behind his back and slid my hands around his neck, drawing him down for a deep kiss.
“Fuck Evelyn,” he muttered against my lips, nipping them slightly as if in punishment.
“Grant,” I whispered, startled by the faint ripples of my sex and the slow tightening
of my core, “I’m…I won’t take long.”
He covered my mouth with a groan, kissing me deeply, but slowly as he carefully eased out and pressed back in again. My nails sank into his back and he swallowed my gasp, his hips moving a little faster the next time as he slid almost out and thrust back in. There was no part of my sex that he didn’t stimulate as he built a steady rhythm. Five strokes, six strokes, seven…eight… nine…Oh god!
I clutched the discarded pillow to my face as I screamed my release, Stone still moving at the same steady pace, drawing out my pleasure until I released my grip on the pillow. Then, he was sliding his arms beneath me, lifting me off the mattress as he rose to his knees, my arms pinned to my sides and my chest to his, as he crossed his arms behind my back and thrust me hard and fast down on him. I held on tight with my legs, unable to move as he pounded into me. My mouth hung open, unable to form a word or sound until he came with a roar and I found myself screaming a second release, my head thrown back, letting the sound echo off the high ceiling with no pillow this time to muffle my pleasure.
Stone turned and collapsed back on the mattresses, not pulling out and not relinquishing his hold on me.
“Wow,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, both of us panting for breath. Once we calmed, I lifted my head slightly to look at him, his eyes closed, his face relaxed. He slowly opened his eyes, the irises a strange, warm grey hue as he smiled at me. It was a soft smile, content and lazy and satisfied. It completely transformed his face.
I felt my heart skip a beat and couldn’t control my own blissful smile from forming. I wanted to savour the rare moment…maybe even snap a picture if he’d let me…but I yawned, my eyes growing heavy, and the last thing I recall, is the soft press of lips against my hair.
TWENTY-TWO
“I don’t like that dress.”
I looked up at my boyfriend of four months with surprise. He was frowning at me – an expression he often wore when I did something he didn’t like.
“Oh,” I whispered, tugging at the short hem of the pretty yellow dress Charlie had given me at Christmastime several months ago. I’d only just worked up the courage to wear it. It only reached mid-thigh and tied-up at my neck in a halter neck style. It was fun and flirty – something I’d never be.
“Where are you going?” he asked, his frown deepening.
“To the movies with Gemma,” I replied uncertainly.
Ben’s face twisted at her name.
I stayed silent, fidgeting anxiously, worried about what he was thinking. Was he displeased with me?
“I don’t think Gemma is a suitable friend,” he commented absently, playing with a strand of my hair, “I’m not sure I like you hanging around her.”
“B-but she’s my only friend!” I whispered in horror.
“You didn’t tell her about me, did you?” he demanded, examining my face closely.
“No!” I hurried to reassure him, “I didn’t tell anyone. I promise!”
He smiled at me softly and cupped my face. “That’s my girl,” he praised, giving me a gentle kiss.
“You’re not mad?” I asked carefully. He shook his head with a smile.
“It’s okay baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, “I’m sorry I said that about your friend. I just worry about you being friends with someone as violent and opinionated as she is.”
His expression turned a little sad and he shrugged his shoulders, glancing down at the floor, “And I guess I was a little jealous…I was hoping we could celebrate our four month anniversary.”
My eyes widened. “That’s today?”
He nodded and smiled brilliantly. I melted.
“I’m really sorry Ben,” I murmured quickly, reaching up a little to give him a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll go change into that long, blue dress you like and I’ll call Gemma and cancel.”
His smile widened further. “You don’t have to do that baby,” he muttered, swinging me up into his arms and heading toward my bedroom, “I’ll help you undress.”
I blushed madly and buried my face into his shoulder. No one was home, and I was pretty sure what Ben wanted to do. He’d been hinting quite a lot lately that he’d like to take our relationship to the next level.
He lay me down on the bed and I quivered with nerves, trying to find the words to tell him I wasn’t ready. He eased over me, smiling at me lovingly, brushing the hair from my eyes.
“Ben, I…”
“You’re going to let me make love to you aren’t you Evie?” he asked me quietly, his eyes looking worried as he bit his lip.
“I…”
“I know you love me as much as I love you,” he purred against my neck, his hand running up my thigh, “Please let me love you.”
“I’m…I’m not ready for that,” I whispered frantically, “I’m sorry Ben. I’m really sorry. I’ll let you…Instead you can…” I broke off, too shy to suggest any of the alternatives brought to mind.
He sighed with disappointment, but smiled with understanding. “That’s okay baby,” he said smoothly, “We’ll do other things and you can tell me when to stop.”
I nodded hurriedly, determined to make up for it in other areas…
But he didn’t stop when I stiffened and murmured a soft no. He persuaded and guilt-tripped and sweet-talked his way inside me. He patiently soothed me when I cried in pain, but then pressed on through my tears. And when he finished, he looked down into my eyes and his face was full of so much love, appreciation and tenderness…
…that I found myself smiling back.
***
I startled awake with a small cry, my body jerking from its slumber and disturbing the watery surface below me. I sat up and blinked in confusion.
I was sitting in the middle of the large waterbed, naked, and covered in the warm quilt as the air-conditioner continued to keep the room cool. I was alone, and the curtain beside the bed had been drawn all the way to the opposite wall, closing me off from the rest of the hut. I ran a hand through my messy hair, bewildered that Stone had managed to move me to the bed without waking me.
I frowned. How long had I been sleeping? Why had he moved me?
More importantly, why wasn’t he in bed beside me?
A low murmur of voices and soft laughter caught my attention, and I shifted toward the edge of the bed to investigate. I winced at the twinge in my thighs, reminded that it had been quite a while since those particular muscles were used. I blushed when I realised my suitcase was on the other side of the curtain. I peeked around the edge to see if anyone was in the room.
It was empty, but the front door was open a crack and the voices seemed to be coming from the front porch. If anyone needed to use the bathroom, they’d walk in on me rummaging in my suitcase. I bit my lip and eyed the bedcovers speculatively, wondering if I could wrap a sheet around me and make a dash for the bathroom, grabbing my suitcase on the way. It was then that I noticed the small bundle of clothes on one of the pillows. I rushed forward gratefully, wanting to cover myself before anyone decided to come looking for me.
I chuckled at the outfit that Stone had presumably picked out. A black, Oscar the Grouch T-shirt and a pair of knee-length, camo-print, cargo shorts…with lacy, black underwear. Barely-there, lacy, black underwear to boot. I threw on the clothes and dashed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I turned the shower on and stripped, deliberately avoiding the mirror over the sink, not wanting to see what my hair looked like. I heard the voices pause outside the bathroom window, before starting again more softly. Curiosity got the better of me and I leaned toward the window as I stepped into the shower stall. I couldn’t hear anything though, so I quickly washed and re-dressed, feeling slightly sheepish that I’d slept longer than the others. I was just reaching for the knob of the bathroom door, when I remembered how loud I’d been last night.
My hands flew to my face in horror and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Oh FUCK!
I glared at the doorknob…suddenly content t
o stay right where I was…despite how humid and hot the bathroom was. There was no doubt in my mind that they’d all heard me. I’d been able to hear them talking in their own hut yesterday evening, so they would have definitely been able to hear my screams.
I contemplated not moving from the bathroom. I could just sit down on the toilet and wait for them to go out somewhere…but no. Someone would want to use the bathroom sooner or later and, in any case, they’d come looking for me to drag me out with them.
The only thing I could do was to feign exhaustion and go back to bed. I reached for the doorknob again, but a sharp rap on the door made me pause.
“Evie?” Fredi called through the wood, “Are you nearly finished? I need to use the bathroom.”