“I know it’s up to you, but I set out some things I thought might help.” She turned her head over to her nightstand. On top of it was a bowl of ice, a wash rag, a bottle of water, some rubbing alcohol and a hand towel.
“Fucking know-it-all, thinking you’ve got this down. You don’t know what I need.” He bent his head back, swallowed the lump in his throat, forming over talking to her this way. It wasn’t her fault he was so surly and fucking hard right now. He groaned as he stared up at the ceiling. How many women did this to him? Tried to fix him? Tried to figure him out?
“It’s not for you, it’s for me,” she began.
His head dropped and his eyes honed in on hers. “Come again?”
“You heard me, sweetie.” She chuckled. “I want to touch you, and I want to see what these things will do.” She blinked and her eyes sparkled. “I need to touch you back.”
“Okay, look . . .” He was unsure of how to proceed. “I know I said some crazy-ass shit tonight, and I’m not gonna apologize for that, but you can’t just—”
Her hand reached out and she stroked his chest. “We don’t have to do anything at all.” She sighed, and it sounded content. Had a woman ever sounded like that around him—ever? His chest tightened. “Lie next to me. You don’t have to touch me at all. I only want to be with you and keep you safe. That’s all.”
“You have no fucking clue what that means—safe. No one does, at least not when they’re with me. I’m a hunted man, and no matter how hard I try to end it, nothing ever works. I’ll always have to hide, and even if I find somewhere relatively secure for a while, it’s inevitable that I’ll eventually have to pack up and leave again, run to save my worthless ass.”
She studied him with a soft expression. It was hard to gauge what she was thinking. Her hands tucked behind her head. Was this her way of surrendering? Showing him he could trust her?
“Besides, you have a kid—I can’t get you tangled up in this mess.” He sat back on the bed, still between her spread legs, but keeping a distance so he wouldn’t touch her.
Her face contorted and became all shriveled up with wrinkles and shit. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a kid.”
He barked a laugh. “Yeah, right. I saw you.” He pointed at her face. “I saw with my own eyes. I followed you last night, and I watched you pick him up from a babysitter or friend or something. You carried a little boy out. He looked like he was falling asleep, and he was comfortable in your arms and he—” He cut himself off, the emotions too close to the surface.
“Oh, you mean little Robert? He’s not mine.” She shook her head and slid up to sitting. His eyes were transfixed on her breasts immediately.
Transfixed and no longer aware of what he was doing, he was cupping and squeezing them. Was he really here, naked and in her bed?
“Not your kid,” he said woodenly, his voice sounding distanced.
“Nope.” She smiled with a soft, understanding gaze. “I got a phone call, and he needed to be switched to another home. It was an emergency. They were worried he was going to hurt their own children since he was freaking out, screaming and throwing stuff. Things weren’t going well for him where I’d placed him, so I took him to another location. I’m a social worker.”
“Figures,” he said, smirking. “No wonder you feel ‘compelled to be near me.’”
“Hey! I told you the truth,” she said, her voice flitting above him.
He barely heard what she said. His body was stirring again. Touching her tits was . . .
“Lay down. I . . . Christ—you’re beautiful, Casey.”
“But you said—”
“You think I can wait when you look like this, smell this good, and kissed me? I won’t ask again. I don’t wanna hurt you, so—lay. The fuck. Down. Now!”
“Bossy man.” She smirked and lowered herself. Her hands went to her inner thighs and she spread herself wide for him.
He dropped on the spot. His tongue moved across her clit, and she made this high pitched sound of delight.
It burned his tongue a little, but wetness cushioned the jolt some.
“Jesus—woman, you taste better than anything I’ve ever known,” he breathed between licks and sucks.
She rolled her hips open and tipped her pelvis up to him.
“That’s it—spread ‘em, and be a slut for me. I love this pink, slick cunt.” He blew across her folds and laughed when her inner thighs broke out in gooseflesh.
She propped herself up for a moment and watched him eat her.
He’d never done this before, so he had no clue how to do it in a way she might like, but he didn’t care about that right now. He only knew she was a drug already. How could he ever stop?
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He’d never.
“Too fucking good. You’re all swollen for me.” He slipped two fingers inside her. “But if I stick my dick in you, it might burn you. I can’t remember what Hannah said it felt like, mostly because I didn’t hear it. I didn’t want to know if I was hurting her, but I want to know with you. You’ll tell me, right?” The tendons in his neck were standing out—he could feel it as his jaw clenched and flexed with each ragged breath.
“I’ll tell you everything.” She blinked and settled her head back onto the pillow. “Do whatever you want. We’ll figure out how to do this so it’s good for both of us.”
“No—not just good,” he slipped a third finger inside her and nudged the hood of her clit with his nose. “It’s gonna be so fucking amazing, we’ll both need CPR afterward. I can already feel it—you’ll destroy me, won’t you, woman?”
“I won’t. I’m not like that.” She shook her head, and it made her hips wiggle.
He pinned her thighs down with his hands. There was a low level throb in his palms from the contact, but he ignored it. When she was motionless, he took his right hand off her thigh and penetrated her once more with his index and middle finger.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, Kel. Not on purpose. I’m not a cruel, cold-hearted woman.”
“Fucking take it, then!” He ripped his fingers out of her, and his dick was in her, powering inside and swelling within.
“Oh gaaaawwwd!” She writhed the moment he set his body on hers and was breathless.
Fire! His skin crawled with this much contact, and then it inflamed into a scorching, blistering sensation that about took him out.
“Does it hurt? Oh Christ! It’s burning you, isn’t it?” She reached over and grabbed some ice, rubbing it all over his chest, his shoulders and biceps. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe. I’ll make it better.”
His eyes were clamped shut, but he was thrusting and she was blowing across his dampened skin, putting the fire out.
His legs still sparked and seared from the inside out, but there was nothing he could do about that now. No way would he stop.
His cock never felt like this before. Never! Hannah was always wet, but not like this.
Casey was drenched for him, and the slickness she provided, the tightness, made him hungrier for more.
“Greedy little cunt—it sucks me back in every time I pull out. You want me. Tell me.” He nipped at her breast then nibbled around her nipple. He sucked it in, and she arched into him.
God, fucking on a bed was heaven. His balls tightened at the realization he could have her tits in his mouth while his dick was in her, without her getting away. There was no awkward bending over to simply touch them. There was no cold wall, metal bars, sterile doctor’s examining table, a small couch or scratchy tree she was propped up against while he was thrusting inside her. No one would be hurt.
“Yes, I want you, Jesus Christ!” She fisted the covers below her, keeping her hands off him.
“Touch me, bitch. Show me how much you want me. Make it hard. Bite me—scratch. Leave fucking marks everywhere on me!”
“I don’t do that,” she bit out.
“You do now!” He gripped his hand behind her head, and then flipped them over so she
was on top and told her, “Ride me. You score your fingernails down my chest or this is gonna get real brutal, real fast.” He reached up and pinched her nipples.
She yelped and then her eyes darkened. “Why should I try to hurt you?”
“Because I need it.” He bucked his hips up and she slid onto him slowly.
“God, you’re so big. I can barely take it all the way in.” Her eyes closed and her lips thinned as she pressed them together, her forehead creasing like she was concentrating and savoring each sensation.
“I’ll give you a minute to adjust to me, but then you try to hurt me.”
“Why? I don’t understand.” She was too fucking slow with how she buried him to the hilt, but he fought back his impatience because she was glowing in this moment. Christ, so breathtaking. She was flushed, perspiring and so fucking hot with the little O’s she formed with her mouth. And the way she breathed with a grunt the deeper he went—fuck, it was almost too much. He ceased to care about her lashing out at him to make it all even.
Maybe she didn’t have to do that like Hannah had?
Casey seemed honestly disturbed at the thought of harming him. Why?
He met her strokes by pushing a little harder and still twisting and pinching her nipples. If she hurt him, then he’d know she really cared. She’d know he’d take it and anything else, all for her.
He was rougher with his touch on her body.
She didn’t seem to mind he was torturing her tits, but he was doing it to show her what she could do to him. “I want you to abuse me, then I won’t feel so bad about hur—”
Her eyes flashed opened. “Hurting me? Is that what you were going to say?”
“I . . . Christ, Casey, I don’t know.” He bit his bottom lip and growled low in his gut. She had to know he was about to come because of this slow, agonizing pace, and because she was gripping him so hard with her pussy, he could barely breathe.
She leaned over, her entire body hovering an inch above his. His fingers dropped off her tits and went to her hips.
“I don’t have to mark you to make you hurt. I already know the simple things hurt more.” She rubbed her tits across his chest and it left searing pain in its wake.
“Sssfffff . . . Do it again,” he said, digging his fingers into her flesh, pulling her hips tighter into him.
“No.”
“Please, God! Don’t be a bitch—hurt me! It makes it all even and fair,” he said, biting back a groan of frustration. He’d said too much. That seemed to be his pattern with her. She undid any kind of filter he had, any kind of semblance of . . . Oh shit! No! Not that.
She licked his nipple, breathed across it and then scraped her teeth up his chest and over his collar bone.
He about launched off the bed when her fingers reached down and touched the base of his dick on the in-slide.
“Don’t do—Case—I can’t, I . . . Fuck!” His neck tipped back and he barely held on. She was gonna make him . . .
And he couldn’t. Not inside her.
She’d get pregnant, and he’d be fucked. She’d die, too, and it would be all his fault. No way could he live with himself after doing something like that to her.
“It’s okay, sweet man. I’ve got you. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you spurting all over my inner walls. I bet it’s gonna be so hot and yummy, like hot fudge, drizzling inside my pussy,” she purred into the hollow of his heck. She dipped her tongue there and then nipped at his Adam’s apple.
“Jesus—you can’t . . . I can’t take it.”
Then he had his fists in her hair and yanked her underneath him. He pounded into her, the bed slamming into the wall with each erratic thrust. “Bitch—I can’t stand it anymore, and I didn’t want to hurt you, but I have to. I’m sorry, but I have to.” He gripped her arms and pinned them to her side so she wouldn’t touch him again. The odd thing was her pupils dilated and her heavy hooded eyes were consuming him with the way she looked at him.
“Yes, I want you to,” she said, her voice raspy and achy. “Fuck me hard. Get it all out. Come inside me and all over my body.”
He leaned over and sealed her damned mouth by shoving his tongue inside her. He fucked her mouth with his at the same hectic pace as his dick, drilling into her.
Over and over, he kept fighting off the need to come, but when she finally moaned and shifted her hips up and made this sound like something caught in her throat, he knew what was happening.
Oh God, she was gushing all over his dick, coming so hard, she was thrashing beneath him and milking his cock with her internal muscles.
No one had ever . . . Hannah hadn’t done that, and neither had the others when he was inside them.
He flew apart at the sight of her. His mouth left hers and she screamed out with a hoarse cry.
His body writhed and he was about to black out as he climaxed, but then she did something no one else ever had . . .
“It’s okay—don’t go. I’m here,” she whimpered into his neck, kissing along his pulse, and this surge flew through his body, lighting it back up.
His body woke, and the blackness that usually would’ve taken him down by now, failed to conquer him.
She saved him.
She freed him.
He rocked into her, slowing his hips and refusing to let go and stop altogether.
“Mine! You are mine. I have you now, and I won’t give you up! Not now, not fucking ever!” He let go of her arms and wrapped her up, crushing his body weight into hers. The sting was gone.
All of it.
Temporary? Would it return?
This had never happened before.
He breathed her in, soaked his tongue with her unique flavor as he dragged a line up her neck.
She smelled like him, and tasted a little like him, too. God, that was fucking hot.
He groaned and just couldn’t get close enough. His fingers dug into her back, his legs wrapped around her. She was so limp though there was no fight in her. He waited to see if she’d push him away, but she sighed like this was all she could ever possibly want.
“I love the way you hold me,” she whispered.
“You do?” A trickle of guilt slid down his spine. There was no reason to trap her this way. It was obvious with how lax she was in his arms, she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Yeah. It’s . . . I can’t explain it, but saying I love it is probably not a good word to use around you, but it lights me on fire inside when I’m wrapped in your arms.” Another bone melting sigh left her throat.
Chills replaced that guilt that had slithered across his insides, and he was glowing. There was no tormenting fire, but a warm, honeyed pulse of subdued energy instead.
“Casey . . . I know you want to . . . sleep, but I wanna keep holding you tight because I love how it feels, too. Is that okay?” Doubts slammed into his mind.
She doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want you. You sicken her—she thinks you’re a pathetic sack of dog shit. She had no choice but to let you manhandle her and fuck her into the mattress until she no longer existed as anything but a cunt to you!
He exhaled with a grunt and tucked his head into her neck, burying his mind by dousing his senses in her scent.
“Just don’t tell me to go,” he said, muffled because his lips were loosely pressed into her neck. How long until the pain returned? His heart already ached and yearned to stay attached like this. His dick was still in her, dammit, and he hoped it stayed hard for as long as possible.
“You can do whatever you like, sweet man. I’m all yours. I only ask you let me get at least an hour of sleep. I’m about ready to drop.” She chuckled beneath him, yawned and ran her feet up his calves.
Jesus, that was sexy. The way she squirmed beneath him and the way she accepted his overwhelming mass atop her body like it was nothing at all—it was addictive as hell.
“I love this—being here with you in your bed—in your home. You’re,” he pulled his head back to look at her, “nice.”
“Thank you?” She wrinkled her nose.
“I mean it—you’re actually a good person. Do you know how few of those there are in this world?” He kissed the corner of her mouth as softly as he could.
“I’m a dying breed, am I?” She smiled so big and so sweetly, his heart swelled.
“Stop that. I’m serious.” He tipped his hips up but he was softening, so it was the wrong move. His dick was probably going to dislodge now, and that thought pissed him off.
“I know you are. I’m not making fun of you. I’m making fun of me.” She exhaled and her eyes softened. “You’re wonderful.” Her eyes misted. “I mean that as well. I’m . . . I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“Fucked up like me, you mean,” he clarified.
“No. I didn’t say that, and I didn’t mean that.” She paused, blinked with a slow, cautious look. “I . . . You’re so filled with passion and have such a deep capacity to love, it’s overwhelming. It’s beautiful, Kel. You. Are. Beautiful. Inside and out, and I hope to have the chance to get to know you better.”
“Why?”
“I had a moment there when you were making love to me,” she moistened her bottom lip, “when I could feel it in my bones, that I needed to be with you this way. That I needed to give you all of me, and in the end, I think I got way more than I ever gave up.”
“Jesus—is that why you let me act like a fucker, tearing into you like that?” He finally pulled out and ran his hands down his face and groaned in disgust. “You told me you don’t fuck like that. You didn’t want to hurt me, and I didn’t give you any other option.”
“What are you talking about?” She stretched and wore a sated, finished look.
Her skin was radiant and pink. Fuck it all. From this distance, he could still feel the warmth radiating off her.
What if . . . Oh shit! He wasn’t touching her anymore. What if the sting came back?
He settled both palms on her legs.
It was gone. For now . . . But how long would it last?
He swallowed the tears forming in the back of his throat and blinked away the ones forming in his eyes. “How am I supposed to feel when you were so good to me—I mean, you even had ice for me. Who does that? Who thinks of all of this shit so quick and on the fly?” He motioned with his head at the stuff she set out for him. He choked on a shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have come inside you. I shouldn’t’ve . . .” He shook his head and closed his eyes, gripping his hands into her legs. “You’re fucked now because of this.”
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