I rest my head on his shoulder after he's told me everything he went through. His arms wrap around me so we're pressed skin to skin from neck to where his cock still disappears inside me.
“God, it must be nearly noon,” I say after we've sat, entwined, me impaled, all wrapped around each other and talked about almost everything.
We've just about caught up on the last five years. Stick incredulous that I never found anyone to take my virginity, me laughingly accusing him of a fishing expedition.
“It's okay, I don't mind admitting that no one measured up to you in my estimation,” I say.
“That one kiss in my bedroom when you were barely sixteen, ruined you for all other men?”
“Yeah, something like that. Come on, Mr Arrogant, we have to get back. My mother's gonna be hopping mad.”
Stick puts my clothes back on me, so carefully like he's dressing a child. Then he pulls his own on and I sit on my heels gazing on his incredible body in a state of awe. He looks at me and grins, knowing what I'm thinking so I don't have to feed his ego any more than I already did. And then I can't help it, the words slip out.
“You're an absolute God.”
He grins wider.
“You're kinda hot yourself. The only word I can think of is absolutely perfect.”
“That's two words.”
He stretches his hands out to catch mine and raise me up, then encircles me into his embrace where I feel a whole new kind of safe and secure. Stick could fend off an entire gang and a couple of wild dogs too.
“This is crazy,” I murmur against his neck, almost delirious at the heated woody smell of his warm skin.
“Crazy good or crazy crazy?” Stick asks, leaning back to scavenge across my features.
“Maybe a little of both.”
My pussy throbs with a renewed hunger I don't think I can contain through a whole afternoon in our parent's house.
Damn.
How am I gonna stuff all the emotions I've gone through today back inside, to hide the truth from my mom? This week is about to become intolerable. Stick and I walk back through the woods hand in hand and only leave go, by mutual silent accord, when we come within three blocks of the house. You never know what nosy neighbors are twitching the drapes around here.
We wander into the house too casually, almost like strangers and I'm certain my mother picks up a whiff of something. But that could be my paranoia. She'll strip me raw if she finds out I'm sleeping with Stick.
“That was a three hour trip to buy milk,” she snaps. “I've been waiting. And where is the milk exactly?”
“They ran out.”
“We drank it.”
Stick and I answer at the same time and my mother's suspicious radar clicks into overdrive. Her eyes narrow to arrow slits as she looks at me.
“So disrespectful. I assume you're going to change and visit your grandmother wearing something decent.”
“Yes.”
I dash up the two flights and throw on a nice flowered sundress with a cardie and ballet flats. No gran could object to this vintage ensemble.
Stick looks pretty impressed when I come reeling back downstairs.
“I could fit underneath that swirly skirt,” he grabs me by the arm, pulling me in, to husk into my ear. I leap away when my mother appears around the door frame.
“Can we please go now?” she hisses.
“Sure. Have fun doing nothing, Stick,” I joke.
“I've got plenty to keep my mind entertained until you get back,” he says, with that filthy grin that pushes at my edges.
I shoot him a glare that says “shut up' and only makes his smile wider and my temperature soar.
My mother is stony silent in the car and I wish Stick were here for back up. Or maybe that would only make her anger more pronounced. It's a relief to reach the hospice and go inside to see gran. It's been five years and I've missed her. I sent her tons of postcards and little gifts to let her know I was thinking of her and that I remembered how kind she always was to me. Especially when she let me make a mess in her kitchen in my desperate efforts to learn to make a pie.
My mother dominates the room as soon as we enter, fixing things, moving stuff that doesn't need to be moved. Nothing is ever okay for her, unless she's rearranged it. I can see it's stressing my grandmother but there's not much I can say that will make any difference. Once the room is adjusted to my mother's preference and she's told the nurses what her mother needs, she's bored. She decides to go for coffee so at least I can visit for a few minutes.
“Gran, I'm sorry I haven't come before. It's been so long.”
“Never be sorry, my sweet girl. I know all too well how quickly time disappears on us. It's a lesson to me to make better use of it. Too late now of course.”
“Don't say that, Gran. You're going to be fine.”
“Stuff and nonsense. But you didn't come here to listen to me complain. Tell me all about your life, especially the love life.”
“Oh, Gran.”
“Don't tell me a beautiful glowing girl like you isn't in love with some lucky young man?”
“I, I.” I stammer out the same word repeatedly, unsure whether I should tell my gran about the emotion threatening to explode through my skin.
“How do you know when you're in love, Gran?'
I've loved Stick so long, nothing much has changed except he seems completely indispensable to me now. I can't imagine leaving here at the end of the week and waiting even another five minutes to see him again, never mind five years.
“You won't have to ask that question when you are, Sweetheart. Some man will have swept you up and claimed you in the way that only a lover can. And you'll just know. Oh my. Look at those adorable pink cheeks. I think I have my answer.”
“It's just weird to hear you talking about lovers, Gran, and not puppies or cookies.”
“I've always moved with the times. You won't believe me for a second but I was your age once and had my first lover. It's the most amazing feeling – relish it – savor it - remember it the rest of your life, my darling.”
“Gran I love you so much.”
I hug her carefully. She feels like a tiny bird in my arms but I still can't begin to accept that she's slipping away from us.
Chapter TWELVE
Stick
Scherri comes back from the hospital visit, smiling bravely when she meets my glance. I can see she's naturally upset about her Gran but there's something else in her eyes as well. All I want to do is haul her into my arms and hold her close. Until she knows that no matter what happens, I'll be here for her to lean on.
“Hi,” she greets me, way too casually, suspiciously casual. So her mother's eyes bat back and forth between us, trying to work out what's going on.
We struggle through the rest of the afternoon and then dinner. I can't refuse my dad wanting a beer together over Monday night football, but it's torture having Scherri sitting quietly with her hands in her lap. Forcing herself not to look at me.
“I think I'll go to bed,” she says. “It's been quite a big day.”
“Yeah, I'm sorry about your grandmother, Baby girl,” Dad jumps in before me. “She's had a real good run though.”
Jeez. Every time he opens his mouth, with all the best intentions, he manages to say something totally unhelpful. I see Scherri nod and bite down on her lip to stop the tears in her eyes spilling over.
I don't even make it through the last quarter. No sport in the world interests me more than Scherri's happiness. I can't bear to think of her up there in the roof all alone, biting back her sadness.
“You're leaving before the game's over?” Dad says, when I announce I'm ready to turn in as well. “What have you two being doing today that you're so tuckered out?”
I resist the urge to startle, and act casual. My training good for something at least. But Dad hasn't picked up on anything. It's just another of his throwaway remarks, thank fuck.
I head up to Scher's space, forcing myself
not to take the stairs two at a time in my eagerness to see her. It's like we've been apart for years instead of a few hours. Maybe the years thing is more accurate, because I know, in that place inside where you just know certain things, that if she hadn't gone away (if I hadn't been a dick that refused to play social media) we'd have been together like this way back.
I find my girl with her arms hugging her knees and her face wrung with distress. She looks up at me but doesn't move from her position. So I pick her up exactly as she is, folded up into a ball like she'd like to disappear in on herself. She startles and grabs at me as I, take her position on the edge of the bed and set her down on my lap.
“You're crazy,” she smiles at last.
“So I'm told. Are you okay, babe. He didn't mean to upset you. He just doesn't think it through before he speaks.”
“It's not that. This thing, us, it's crazy.”
“That's a whole lot of crazy you got going on, baby. This thing feels perfectly natural to me, the furthest thing from cray.”
“We can't do this.”
“You sure?” I sound flippant because I know, in that certain place, absolutely for sure she doesn't mean it.
The heat pouring out of her is already intense. Her stretched clit on my thighs is pulsating against the muscle, inciting my cock to unravel in response. We're sitting here having a friendly chat but both of us are struggling with the quickened breath of desire. It's all I can do not to flip her over onto her knees and yank her nice girl dress up over her nice round ass.
Her tits are heaving up and down as she gasps at air, so delectable I run my hand up her body until I cup her face and tilt it up just a little more. Enough to reach down and cover her mouth with mine. Her mouth explodes in response. Her hands grapple at my shoulders, dragging me to her as she licks across my tongue like she's starved. I wanna tell her 'slow down' but it's out of the question.
My desire to rip her panties down her thighs and slide my granite hard dick inside her slick hole is unbearable. She's already tearing at my sweats, trying to release the bastard. Then her little hand shoves beneath the elastic and hooks out the burning hot rod.
“My god,” she whispers. Her lashes fluttering with the wide stretch of her eyes.
“And don't you forget it,” I joke, my voice rasping with need for her.
“I can't believe this, you, fit inside me.”
She takes my rod reverentially in both hands and smooths her soft palms along my length before rotating on the head. She captures the precum beading there and slides it down my shaft making me groan.
“Let me taste you,” she insists and shoves my knees wide to drop to the floor between them.
When her lips draw me in, light detonates at the corners of my mind and everything goes blank for an instant. Her mouth is wet and expressive as she laps her tongue across the underside of my big prick. Then she consumes me so expertly it's hard to imagine how she hasn't done this before.
Her tongue is everywhere, her hands at the base as her fingers stretch toward my sac. I let out a loud groan as her throat opens to take me all the way into her. My fingers thread into her hair to hold her head down on me and as she swallows her throat compresses the head and almost makes me unleash my load.
When she slides up the shaft to tease her tongue around the spongy head, I can't take it any longer. I need to be inside her. I pull her up off the floor, so she flies through the air, she's so light to me. Flipping her and pushing her down on her knees, I leap to my feet and yank her dress up, up her thighs then drag her pale pink panties down to her knees. Scherri on all fours is a fucking stupendous sight that gets my dick so raging hard it can only explode. My nuts are already taut inside my body and I need her tight tunnel hugging the length of me.
But I need a taste of her too. I drop to my knees, my dick standing up like a soldier between us, and slap my heavy palms down on her ass cheeks to pull her apart. Her pulsating pussy mouth is glistening with her juices and I lick up the crease, from her swollen clit, across her dripping wet hole, into her crevasse to her puckered rear hole. She squeaks and tenses when I lick out her ass. So I know that's another first for her. And I'm proud to be the one she's waited for.
Her resistance drops completely away and she starts to moan and beg me to fuck her. Her pleading is more than I can stand and I get to my feet and direct my throbbing dick at her spread hole.
“We can't do this,” she mewls. “Not here.”
But it's too late. My head at her entrance, cradled in her pulsating and dripping wet pussy mouth is too enticing. I'm boiling hot, ready to burst apart with the violent urge to be buried inside her tightness. With one vigorous thrust I slide along the length of her tunnel and she hitches out a gasp.
We both still for a second, with the overwhelming sensation of being this close. I'm inside the woman I've adored as long as I can remember. She feels so fucking amazing it takes my breath away. Then Scherri becomes a little wild thing, grinding down on me as she arches her back and begs me to fuck her hard.
Chapter THIRTEEN
Scherri
I need him more than I need to breathe. Stick's perfectly huge prick filling me in every cranny is the most divine sensation. It is actually hard to draw breathe as every cell quivers with delight of my channel being stretched by his width. I can barely move but my body takes over, pounding back on his every thrust, driving him deeper, harder. I feel my own juices running down my thighs and coating his massive length.
I need it. I want it. The craving for more of Stick is like the worst addiction. I can't stop.
“Fuck me,” I rasp, as he does just that, jerking into me deeper, his hands pulling me open. spreading me wider apart.
He lets out a low, muffled groan of lust as he parts my crevasse. I'm a little embarrassed at being on my hands and knees, with Stick standing behind me watching his cock ram into my pussy. My rear hole is completely bared for him. Then when he moves his thumb pad into my crack to rub slowly around that tautly constricted entrance, I feel every muscle clench up. No one has ever touched me there. Not right there and it feels wrong. Except it also feels delicious and every nerve ending is standing up for more.
“Relax baby.” Stick tells me and my body instantly complies with what he says.
I know Stick will only do what feels good to me. I can trust him with that totally and I want whatever he wants. My body is also making it clear that new sensations are more than welcome. My pussy is dripping all down my thighs with eager lust. I let go to my pleasure and my yearning for Stick and ride his dick while he massages my rear. His other hand fists the flesh of my butt cheek until it throbs with divine pain that only increases my raving need.
I moan out a raw sound, something I've never heard emerge from my lips. My orgasm is beginning to build. Ready to hurl me over the edge into huge shudders of scrumptious release. My toes start to curl as shivers run up my thighs and pool in my core.
Almost.
I'm panting with the closeness of my climax. Desperate for it and at the same time, not wanting this to end. Ever. My fingers claw at the sheets, fisting balls of fabric.
“Shhh,” Stick grits out.
His voice as raw and animalistic as mine. I can tell he's close. But he also doesn't want this to be over. He periodically stops all movement, his entire length filling me. Then he grinds circles with his head against the end of my pussy, relishing how deep he is into my body and wanting to go further even though his root rubs at my lips.
“I need to come,” I whisper, right as a voice bats into my release.
“Scheherazade, have you gone to bed already?”
Shit.
My mother is at the bottom of the stairs, calling up to me. My orgasm rushes back down my legs and Stick slides his gorgeous wide cock out of me, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. I let out a mewl of frustrated irritation as Stick helps me up off the bed and fixes my clothes.
She won't come up here, right? I'm sure she won't.
At least
I think I'm sure, because of course, I've never been with her here in this house. This room. And she's being so weird at the moment, like she suspects something's happening between Stick and I. I wouldn't be surprised if she installed friggin' cameras to monitor my every move.
I look at Stick and can feel my face is stricken with anxiety, which is ridiculous but still I can't help it. I feel guilty at what we're doing.
“Scheherazade, I know you aren't asleep,” she calls out again. At least she's still down in the second floor passage and not appearing in my room. “I heard noises as I came down the hall so stop pretending.”
“She's here,” Stick shouts back and my eyes pop wide at him. Why didn't he keep quiet?
“What are you doing in your sister's room, Harden?”
Ouch. I can't help but wince at that word.
Stick feels like a brother to me, he always has. But only in terms of how inseparable we were- are. What we had back then was something unique, I see that now. Our connection probably doesn't even happen with real siblings, I'm not even that close to my own sister.
“We're just catching up,” Stick tells her as he climbs down the stairs to the second floor. “There's a lot we've missed out on in the last five years.”
I can't help but grin at that. He's being honest with her but the underlying statement means so much more. He's also not remotely intimidated by my mother, whereas I still find I'm anxious over the possibility of her blowing up at me suddenly for no reason, or a fabricated one.
I climb down behind him and find her wrinkling her nose. Like there's a bad smell in the passageway. Shit. Can she smell the sex between us? Is she gonna outright accuse us? It's all I can do not to reach out for the comfort of Stick's big hand clasping mine.
“Here you all are.”
“Hi, Dad,” Stick immediately greets his father who appears at the top of the stairs.
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