by Terry Towers
Taking a deep breath in, he forced the air through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry. I reacted without thinking. I’ve spent seven years waiting for the truth and to find out it was my mother who was behind it, I just don’t know what to think or feel right now.”
“I’m not lying, Devon.”
“I know you’re not. That’s not…” He closed his eyes and attempted to make some sort of order to his thoughts. “She found the ring.”
Tears trickled from her eyes and down her cheeks; seeing the tears was like a fist squeezing his heart. The instinct to grab her and hold her tight like he used to do was next to impossible to ignore. “What are you talking about?”
“I think that’s why she interfered. She found the ring I was going to propose with prom night. She convinced me to wait until after prom. She had me convinced that I shouldn’t mix the two, that a proposal needed to be special on its own. Fuck, I was an idiot.”
“She took advantage of us both.” She sniffed, swiping at the tears with the back of her hand as if disgusted with herself for showing emotion. She motioned to her face, where a couple of streaks of mascara had been left in the wake of the tears. “It’s been a trying few days. It’s just overwhelming right now.”
He stopped denying himself. It was pointless. Releasing his grasp on the door, he pulled her into his arms. She slid her arms around his back and held tight, fisting the back of his shirt. She fit so damned well against him, the top of her head settling under his chin. She was meant for him, perfect for him in every way. And she’d been stolen away.
“Stay here tonight, V. We can hang out, like old times. Maybe watch some stupidly awful horror movie, make some popcorn. Catch up. I want to get to know you again.”
“I’m not sure…” She started to pull back, but his grasp on her remained ironclad.
“You’re not escaping from me that easily again, V. It wasn’t a request.”
He allowed her to pull back enough to look up at him, her brow creasing. “What is this?”
“I don’t know. Spend the night with me, find out.”
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She twirled, modelling the oversized navy t-shirt with POLICE written across the front of it in bold white lettering. “So, does it suit me?” She watched Devon finish dumping the popcorn into a bowl, turn to face her and freeze. His eyes slowly worked their way up the length of her body from her bare feet, all the way up, pausing at her breasts before meeting her stare. The blatant scrutiny caused a blush to colour her cheeks as she shifted nervously from one foot to the other.
Taking a deep breath in, he slowly released it and nodded. “It does.” He stared into her eyes another moment before clearing his throat and nodding towards the fridge. “How about you grab some soda and find us a movie, and I’ll take this into the living room.”
He appeared a little uneasy and she didn’t miss the look of desire that had flashed in his eyes as he’d looked at her. They’d spent the evening chatting and getting reacquainted in a friendly manner, although the entire time they chatted there’d been an undeniable sexual connection flowing between them. It was as if her body remembered his and longed to feel all of what he could offer. And dammit if it wasn’t becoming nearly impossible to deny.
She made her way into the living room, placed the soda onto the coffee table and flopped down onto the sofa. Grabbing the remote she began flipping the channels until she came to the horror movie channel. They were both huge horror movie buffs.
“Okay, I have dill pickle and BBQ seasoning for the popcorn,” he stated, coming into the living room and setting the popcorn and seasonings onto the coffee table next to the sodas.
“Are you still scared of clowns?” she asked, realizing the mini-series It was playing and leaving the channel there.
“I’m not scared of clowns. They’re creepy. I just feel they…”
Her eyebrows lifted as she waited.
He sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Okay, yes, I’m still scared of clowns. Happy now?” Glancing over at the television he rolled his eyes. “It, really?”
She nodded, enjoying how unsettled he’d become at the prospect of watching It. Grabbing a pillow, she laid it on his lap and stretched out on the sofa, with her head on his lap. It was a position she’d regularly taken when they were young watching movies. She hadn’t even realized what she’d done until she was already settled on him.
Chapter 6
Violet murmured something in her sleep as she shifted on him, her cheek grazing his cock through the thin layer of cotton of his boxers. Lying on the sofa, watching a Hellraiser movie – the third movie of the night – Violet had fallen to sleep, her head in his lap and it was becoming one of the most anguishing situations of his life. The pillow she’d set on his lap when she first took the position had long since fallen to the floor.
I need to wake her, move her. He released the breath he’d been holding with a low hiss. The heat from her breath seeped through the cotton and his boxers and his cock tightened further. He’d been fighting the urge to tear his t-shirt from her body from the moment he’d seen her in it and was nearing the end of his resistance. There’s only so much a man could take!
Devon raked his fingers through her soft, golden hair and watched as the strands slowly slipped from his fingertips. It was shorter now, just below her shoulders; when they were young it fell all the way to her lower back.
So beautiful. All the years that had passed, stolen from him – from them – because of his mother’s ego. Anger and rage had been festering up within him from the moment she’d told him the reason she’d ended it with him. It was probably a good thing she was with him tonight so he could have some time to calm down before confronting his meddlesome mother.
She shifted on his lap again, her lips grazing his hardened shaft through the material barrier. His entire body tensed and before he realized what he was doing the hand placed on her outer thigh just above the knee inched its way up higher, caressing her creamy flesh. His hand and the hem of the t-shirt slowly moved higher on her thigh.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he murmured, forcing himself to stop his hand before it reached the apex between her legs. Releasing her hair, he massaged the back of his neck, hoping to relieve some of the tension – it didn’t work.
He was about to move his hand and force her awake when she moved again, to her back, her legs parting slightly and forcing the t-shirt around her hips, exposing the black lace panties underneath. His hand, which had been on her hip, was now less than an inch from her mound.
You have got to be fucking shitting me right now! He knew he should be moving his hand, but he was frozen. Forcing his eyes from her black panties, he looked back up at her face, her parted lips, which still had a hint of her gloss on them. They were enticing him. Every bit of him longed for her. It felt like just yesterday that he was inside of her; her tight, moist pussy had been so warm and welcoming.
His fingertips played with the lace around her leg and he groaned inwardly. He’d arrested men for less than what he was doing right then, but he was powerless to stop himself. He’d never felt such need or temptation, not even when he was a virgin claiming her for the first time. He’d just gotten the strength to pull his hand from her when she bucked ever so slightly against his hand, causing his finger that was playing with the band around her leg to slip up under the lace and to his surprise, her panties were slightly damp.
Oh dear God!
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Violet focused on keeping her eyes shut and continuing the ruse of her sleeping, curious to see how much Devon could take before he decided to wake her or attempt to reposition her. She knew the game she was playing was cruel, she could feel his thick, rock-hard erection against her cheek, but couldn’t help herself from playing the game anyhow. She knew he must be going through agony, physically and emotionally as he tried to figure out what to do. She forced a grin from spreading across her lips, at the mental image of his expression of dismay.
But as she bu
cked against his hand and his finger slipped under the lace of her panties, the fun teasing became torment for her as well. She waited, wondering if he’d slip his fingers between her folds or pull his hand away; he did neither. She was becoming increasingly wet with anticipation as she waited for him, silently willing him to touch her.
After what felt like an eternity, feeling frustrated, she knew she’d need to give him a little more incentive. Under the guise of shifting positions once again, she moved against his finger and it slipped between her wet folds, lightly brushing against her clit, causing a gasp to escape past her lips.
He groaned softly. “You’re awake, aren’t you?”
“Busted.” She sighed. She couldn’t help it, a guilty grin spread across her lips as she opened her eyes and squirmed against his hand again, getting a little surge of pleasure for her effort.
“What the hell, V?” He didn’t move his hand, instead he stroked her slit as he stared down at her, restrained passion in his eyes.
She moaned softly, spreading her legs a little wider, giving him better access to her core as she remained with her head on his lap, staring up at him. “Devon. I –” She didn’t get a chance to finish what she was saying, her thoughts immediately going hazy as he thrust two fingers deep within her, causing her to cry out as she moved against him.
“You haven’t changed a damned bit have you?”
She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or insult and didn’t have a chance to ponder it as he began stroking her inner wall, finding the sweet spot and sending waves of pleasure washing over her. “I… Oh God.” She attempted to pull herself up, but fell back again, closing her eyes as she was hit with another wave of pleasure.
“So wet for me, V. I’ve never forgotten how wet you get or how good you taste.” The pleasure stopped, as he pulled his fingers from her.
With a whimper of protest Violet opened her eyes and watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices from his digits. A shiver rushed down her spine watching him savour the taste of her. She struggled to sit up, but was pushed back down as he shifted so he was lying stretched out next to her.
Devon slid his hand down her side, hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down, leaving her bottom half bare for him. “This is new.” He trailed his index finger along the front of her shaven mound, in figure 8 motions. The desire in his eyes darkened.
“Like it?” Her body trembled as she waited for him to touch her again – the wait was excruciating.
“Love it. Do you want to know something else?”
She nodded, running her hand down his bare chest to the front of his boxers to rub the ridge of his erection. “What?”
“I can still remember the sound of your screams when you come for me.” He moved his finger to her opening and thrust it deep within her. She cried out, slipping her hand under his boxers to grasp his erection. He groaned as her small hand closed around his length. Leaning down to her, he ghosted his lips across hers. “Mmmm, just like that.”
“Devon. God.” His lips came down onto hers fully. Her lips parted, inviting him in. Devon took the invitation, his tongue sliding between her lips, touching hers and sending another jolt of need through her. Her head was swimming as the yearning for him increased. Releasing his shaft, she tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down. With some effort on both their parts, while their lips and tongues continued to tease each other, the boxers were removed and tossed to the floor.
“Take off the shirt,” he demanded, pulling his lips from hers. Without hesitation, Violet sat up and removed the shirt, tossing it to the floor, and sank back down onto the sofa. His eyes travelled along the length of her body, slowly, as if he were memorizing every inch, while his index finger circled around her hardening nipples. “I’ve got a mind to not let you come for that little stunt you pulled.”
“That would be cruel.”
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and smiled, cocking a brow up at her. “And what you just didn’t wasn’t?”
“Would you have made a move if I hadn’t?”
His smile widened as he lowered his lips to the side of her neck, his hand palming her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingertips. “Eventually.”
Grasping his cock again, she resumed stroking him as he shifted once more so he was settled between her legs. His lips moved lower, across her collarbone and to her breasts. A new surge of pleasure rushed through her as his lips closed around her nipple.
“Devon. God!” She began stroking him harder, her thumb swiping along the tip, smearing the dollop of pre-cum along the head. The throbbing between her legs intensified, demanding relief. He’d taken her so far with his teasing just to leave her in limbo. His cock was so close and her need was reaching unbearable heights.
She directed the head of his dick closer to her until it was rubbing along the length of her slit, so close to breaching her. And she needed it, her body longed for his. Just as she positioned him at her entrance his body froze over her and he released her nipple from his lips.
“Nope. Not yet, honey.” Pulling himself from her grasp, he pulled up and away from her, sitting back on his heel and staring down at her.
“Devon. Pleeeease.”
“Ummm. I like hearing you beg. I’d almost forgotten how good those words sound from your lips.” Grabbing her hips, Devon leaned back, bringing her with him.
“Devon, wha–” She didn’t have time to ponder what he was about to do as he lay back fully and pulled her down onto him, positioning her over his mouth. Gripping the back of the sofa she cried out as he spread her pussy lips and wasted no time plunging his tongue deep into her. As his tongue began thrusting in and out of her core, his thumb found her clit. The double assault of pleasure was consuming, she wanted to return the pleasure – to make him feel as good as he was making her feel – but she couldn’t. All she could do was hold on to the sofa and bask in the feelings and ride his tongue as wave upon wave crashed over her.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” The tremors within her were getting stronger, the throbbing between her legs more intense, the need to come all-consuming. “Devon. I’m going… I –” She glanced down between her legs to lock gazes with him. In the next instant she reached the pinnacle of her desire and she came crashing down, she screamed, her body trembled as she desperately grasped the sofa to keep from falling.
Her thoughts were hazy. She only slightly acknowledged the fact she was being lifted and settled onto her back. It wasn’t until she felt his lips claiming her, the taste of her on his lips and tongue that she realized he was settled between her legs, his cock sliding between her drenched folds.
“Fuck V, I want you. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”
Violet opened her eyes and looked up into Devon’s hungry stare. Reaching up she ran her index finger along his jawline. A hint of shadow was beginning to form, giving him a dangerously sexy edge. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him down until the head of his cock probed her entrance. The desire within her flared up all over again. “Then why are you waiting?”
A low, feral groan escaped his lips. “I don’t –” There was a flash of hesitation, as if he were deciding if it was a good idea or not, but just as quickly as the look came it disappeared, replaced by pure hunger.
She thrust her hips up against him, urging him to quench the building desire. Her single action was his undoing. His lips came crashing down onto her, his kiss demanding and frenzied, as he thrust into her. She pulled her lips from his long enough to gasp, her entire body tensing and clinging tight to him.
“Oh fuck. V. Dammit, you feel good,” he whispered against her neck as he kept himself embedded deep within her, to the hilt and remaining there. He pulled up just enough to look down at her, his grey eyes searching hers, warming her, connecting.
The whole thing seemed so surreal, like a dream. So many times over the years she’d fantasized about being in his arms again. Having him devour
every part of her.
“You okay?” His eyes took on a look of concern.
Sliding a hand to the back of his neck, she pulled his lips back down to hers, scared he’d see the emotions rushing through her – the regret, the longing. So many emotions. She needed relief from the confusion of her thoughts. She didn’t want to think anymore, just feel.
As he surrendered to her, he withdrew and slid back into her. She moaned against his lips, her hands wrapping around to his back and nails digging into the tight muscle. His thrusts started slowly, teasing, drawing out the feelings and need.
“Pleeeease!” she moaned, as his lips left hers to begin working their way down the side of her neck, gently biting the delicate flesh. “Faster, please. God, I can’t take much more.”
“Mmm.” His pace began to quicken, slamming into her harder, fucking her faster. Violet met each of his thrusts, their bodies rocking in perfect unison. She held tight, burying her face into his shoulder, basking in the feel of him consuming her.
Her orgasm began to build again, the feelings rushing through her becoming too good, too intense. Just when she was hitting her breaking point he suddenly stopped and gave her a devious grin. Sitting back on his heels, he switched positions, sliding her legs over his shoulders so they both had a perfect view of his cock, thick and glistening with her juices as it pulled out and then slammed back into her.
It was such an arousing sight, watching him enter her, seeing the hard muscle of his abdominals and chest tightening and flexing with each thrust. But even more arousing than all of that was watching the intensity of his expression as his cock claimed her. It was becoming all too much and she was found herself teetering on the edge once again.
“Wait for me, V.” He leaned down, doubling her up and grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to stare up into his eyes. “We come together.”
She bit down on her lower lip, trying to fight the need to release and do as he requested – no, was demanding. “I need to come.”