Scarred Beautiful

by Michele, Beth

  I follow Fran’s trail of crumbs as she makes her way to the elevator and steps inside. Once the doors close, I corner her, caging her in, my arms on either side of her head. “You can’t say things like that to me and just walk away, because I’m definitely giving chase.” Lowering my hand, I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger. “Do you want me to chase you, Fran?” I whisper huskily into her ear and she sucks in a breath. “I will…because that’s how much I want you.”

  She closes her eyes and moistens her lips with her tongue, seemingly fighting for the same control that I am, but it’s useless and so I give in. Wrapping an arm around her back, I tug her against me, every inch of her rubbing against my eager body and I go rigid with desire, fisting my hands in her hair and taking possession of her mouth with my tongue. She moans and it turns me on even more, making me realize we need to get to a room before I lose myself in her on this elevator. I’ve never craved anyone like this before. But that’s the thing, deep down I know this is more than just a craving, and she’s the only one who can satisfy it.

  “Matt,” she breathes my name on a sigh that has my whole body wanting and ready, my cock twitching inside my pants.

  “Hmmm?”

  “I really missed you.”

  The weight of her words assaults me in the best way, making me realize I wasn’t imagining this, imagining us. My eyes snap to hers just as the car signals we’ve arrived on my floor but we remain unmoving, our gazes locked, the air thick with longing and unspoken promises.

  Somehow I manage to snap out of the daze, grab her hand and squeeze us out the doors before they close, immediately hauling her over my shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” She giggles, thrown off by my surprise attack.

  I playfully smack her ass and she squeals. “I’m just making sure you don’t run away.”

  She hangs her head in total submission, her long hair dripping down my back, the heat of her skin burning into mine. “I’m not running…unless it’s to you.”

  Every word out of her mouth tonight seems to be something I’ve been dying to hear, albeit subconsciously. I don’t know what the hell happened when she visited her mom today but I think she needs to spend more time with her.

  If there’s any chance I could make it to my room faster, I would. I fumble for the keycard in the back pocket of my jeans and hastily ram it into the slot once we get to the door, letting it slam shut behind us.

  Fran’s body slides roughly down mine, and I pin her against the door with my hips. My hands move upward to sift through her hair as she rubs her breasts against me and I can feel the hardened peaks through the fabric of my shirt. My cock’s delirious, not knowing which direction to go, only that it wants out of my pants.

  I drape her hair over her shoulder, needing to taste that sensitive patch of skin behind her ear, the one that causes her to croon those sounds that make my dick hard. Bending my head, my tongue lashes out to taste the flesh there and she whimpers, furthering my need for her.

  “Fran,” I whisper, grazing the shell of her ear with my teeth, “I want you naked, I want to touch and taste every inch of your skin. I need to know what you sound like when you come.”

  A sexy noise leaves her mouth and I swallow it, covering her lips with mine before breaking the kiss, moving back just enough to see her eyes that are now green clouds of lust. “Do you want that, Fran? Do you want me to make you come?”

  “Yes,” she drawls, her voice shaking with desire, and it’s making me want to rip every shred of clothing from her body.

  “Say it, Fran. I need to hear you say it.” I press my thumb to her lip, wanting to take the words I’m desperate to hear.

  “I…I want you to make me come,” she says hoarsely, sucking on her bottom lip, “but.…” She pauses. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

  With a tender hand, I draw her face back to mine, cupping her jaw. “Neither have I, Fran. I haven’t wanted to, before right now…before you…which makes it that much sweeter. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” I place a quiet kiss on her lips. “Turn around, sunshine,” I rasp, and she obliges. I twist her hair in a knot and unzip her dress, kissing across her shoulders as it drops and pools at her feet, leaving her in a strapless, purple lace bra and panties that has my mouth watering and my dick throbbing.

  I touch her shoulders, gently bringing her back to me before I lean in to glide my tongue from the base of her collarbone up the length of her neck and she mewls softly, angling her head to the side to give me better access. Her hair is tangled around my fingers as I press open-mouth kisses down her jaw, her throat, and to the dip of her cleavage. “Let’s take this off,” I say gruffly, and without hesitation she reaches back for the clasp, unhooking it, and it falls away baring full breasts with soft pink nipples. “Jesus, Fran. You’re so beautiful.” And then I stop talking and take one of her nipples into my mouth, she cries out as I continue to lave the peak with my wet tongue before I move on to the other, sucking and swirling it around until it puckers and Fran moans softly, arching further into my mouth.

  “Christ, baby, your skin smells so good. I can only imagine what your pussy smells like, what it tastes like,” I groan, feeling her wet heat press harder against my crotch. Her knees buckle and I clutch her lower back, easing her toward the bed. “I want you to lie down, sunshine…because you won’t be able to stand when I’m through with you.”

  She falls back on the bed and rests on her elbows, her face flushed, her nipples hardened. “You’re overdressed,” she murmurs, licking her lips and shooting me a blazing glare.

  I practically rip the buttons on my dress shirt trying to take it off and then somehow manage to shove my jeans past my bulging erection, all the while never taking my eyes off of Fran. Her gaze drops to my arousal and the thought of those full lips wrapped around my cock nearly has me exploding in my boxers.

  When I realize how close I am to losing it, I climb onto the bed and settle myself between her legs until her arms fly up and cross her belly as if to shield me from it. Without a second thought, I inch my way to her side and support myself on my elbow, wanting to right the world for her in this one moment. My hand moves to stroke her cheek and her eyes close. “Don’t, Fran. You don’t need to cover yourself up. Don’t you know by now? I don’t see your scars when I look at you.” Her eyes open and I’m lost in green fields and bright sunshine. “I only see your heart.”

  Before I register what’s happening, her hands are twining in my hair while her mouth lands on mine, prying it open and taking what she wants…and I surrender to the rhythm of her tongue and the pull of her body. I roll on top of her and a low rumble escapes my chest as I feel her nipples rubbing against me, her pussy lined up so perfectly with my cock, and I’m overcome with the urge to be buried inside of her…but I need to taste her first.

  “Ahh,” a whisper of a moan sounds in my ear, “Matt, please.”

  “Please, what baby?” I ask, kissing her dimple.

  “Make me come,” she murmurs, breathless and needy and I’m so turned on I don’t know how long I’m going to last.

  “I’m getting to that,” I tease with a grin, as my lips wander down the curve of her throat, my tongue lapping lightly while my fingers explore her sensitive flesh. I travel down to her supple breasts, leaving a trail of hot kisses that further tighten the peaks of her nipples, and I take them one at a time between my teeth, coaxing a whimper of arousal from her mouth as I continue rocking against her.

  I draw a path down her belly with my tongue and when I get to the red scars covering it, a lash of anger pelts through me and I have to shut my eyes briefly and rein it in. I’d do anything to take this away for her but since I can’t, I do the only thing I can. I kiss every single scar with great care, Fran’s hands in my hair guiding me, while together we navigate a new course.

  With every touch of my lips to her skin, Fran grows more impatient, her legs moving wildly on the bed, her hips pushing up against me. I know what s
he wants and I don’t want to deny her any longer so I ease myself between her legs, noticing the damp spot on her panties and knowing she’s soaked for me. “Lift up, baby” I tell her, and as soon as her ass leaves the bed, I slip her panties down and consider myself officially in heaven.

  Spreading her open, I slide one finger up and down her wet slit, inhaling her sweet scent, before my tongue dips between her folds and she quivers at the contact. She cries out as I press one finger inside of her while my tongue circles her swollen clit again and again, and I’m getting harder by the minute, thinking about being inside her, the way her body is reacting to me. Her head is bowed against the pillows, her eyes half-lidded, soft moans leaving her lips.

  “Matt,” she pants, dropping her legs open further for me, “that feels so…good.”

  “You’re so wet,” I mutter, my breathing shallow, drunk on her scent, the taste of her almost pushing me over the edge.

  She starts to pulsate around my finger, her body trembling, and I know she’s close. I’ve never cared so much about getting someone off before, but I want this to be amazing for her and I want to do it over and over again—my tongue between her legs, my name on her lips.

  “Fran, look at me. I want to watch you when you come.”

  She lifts her head and our fiery eyes meet as I continue licking and sucking on her clit, and when I push another finger inside of her, she arches her hips against my hand, forcing my tongue deeper, my finger touching the wall of her swollen pussy. I love how much she wants this, how she’s giving herself to me. “Please.” She lets out a pleading moan and when I delve into her one last time, the wave hits and she bucks against me, coming hard and screaming my name, her eyelids fluttering closed, cheeks flush with her release.

  I continue to lap at her tenderly until she floats down to earth, her breathing slower, her limbs relaxed. When I work my way back up to her, she has a sated smile on her face. “You’re back,” I tease, kissing her swollen lips, letting her taste her arousal while our tongues mingle in a slow dance. “God, you’re so sexy when you come. I could get off just watching you.”

  “That was…that felt…,” she fumbles, but can’t seem to get the words out.

  “Amazing, earth-shattering, mind-blowing,” I joke, and she pushes me down on the bed, climbing on top of me, and I decide I really like this position. She could ride me right now and I’d be completely fine with it, but it appears she has other plans.

  “My turn,” she says, and then all I see are her silky strands flowing across my stomach in a sheet of black, the feel of her lips trailing down my sensitized skin.

  I’d be lying if I didn’t say that was the best oral sex I’ve ever received in my life. Matt has a magic tongue that he can use on me anytime he wants. He’s amazing, really, and when he says those things to me about me being beautiful, my heart skips a beat at his sincerity. I’m so self-conscious about my scars, yet with a couple of words he managed to put me at ease because I know he means it. That’s one of the many things I’ve learned about him, there’s nothing but absolute honesty in those enchanting blue eyes. He makes me feel beautiful and that’s something no one has been able to do in a very long time.

  So now it’s my turn to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I roll on top of him, the heat of his erection taunting my core, his boxers the only barrier between us. “It’s my turn,” I say, before letting my eyes roam over his perfect form. I kiss my way down every tanned ripple of muscle, the defined lines that form a perfect V, and the trail of hair that disappears just below the waistband of his shorts. His chest is rising wildly underneath me as I tease him with my tongue and he lets out a low groan when my teeth skim his hip. Moving lower, I pull on his boxers to slide them down his legs and his erection springs free, and I’m mesmerized by the sheer size of him, my sex clenching at the thought of having him inside me. My hand fists the base of his arousal, reveling in the smooth feel of his skin as I stroke him. His breath catches when my tongue darts out to lick the tip before sliding his entire length into my mouth.

  He lets out a groan and I take as much of him as I can manage to the back of my throat, while he gently holds my head, guiding me back and forth, and I can tell he’s desperately trying to hold on to his control. When he lets go of me and begins clawing at the sheets I speed up, wanting so much to do this to him, for him.

  I use my tongue and lick up and down his cock, sliding him out, teasing the head, and then sliding him back in again while my hand grips him more firmly.

  “Baby,” he says breathlessly, “I really want to come in that sweet mouth of yours, but if you don’t want me to, you need to—”

  I don’t give him a chance to say anything else. I want this, so I pump him harder and faster until his hips rise off the bed, my name rolling off his tongue in a fierce growl as he lets go in my mouth.

  “Sweet Jesus, Fran,” he mutters, wiping the sweat from his forehead and still trying to catch his breath. “Come here.” He pulls me up and I curl into him. He covers us with the sheet and kisses my hair repeatedly, while his hand takes a lazy stroll down my back, soothing me.

  “You’re not the only one who has talent,” I taunt, and he tips my head back to plant a tender kiss on my lips that makes my toes curl and my insides unfurl with yearning. Panic flares in my chest and it must register on my face because Matt’s eyes grow wide with concern.

  “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, never letting go of me.

  What do I say? Do I tell him that I’m scared? That I want to know what this is we’re doing. I mean, I know what we’re doing right now but pretty soon reality is going to come crashing down on me because I’m going back to New York, back to my life…and he’ll go back to his. I keep telling myself this is nothing but two people spending time together, enjoying each other. But I know for me, it’s becoming more than that. The thought of not seeing him makes it difficult for me to breathe.

  “I’m fine,” I lie, clearly unable to voice the crazy thoughts going through my head.

  “Are you sure?” he asks tentatively, searching my eyes for an answer.

  “Yeah.” I snuggle in closer to his side, draping my arm over his chest and hooking my leg over his.

  “Do you want me to order some food? Are you hungry?” He combs through my hair with his fingers and I sigh, my eyes drifting closed. “All those little noises you make drive me crazy, you know,” he whispers, rubbing his erection against my thigh.

  “Well, we might need some food for sustenance, I suppose.”

  “All right, but in a little bit. I don’t want to move right now. I quite like being your pillow.” He squeezes me tighter as I scrape my nails across his chest, watching his muscles spasm under my fingers. “So did you have a good visit with your mom today?”

  “Yeah,” I say, smiling against his chest, “It was really nice. It’s been a while since we’ve spent quality time like that and I really miss it.” I grow quiet, my heart full to the brink just thinking about the relief on Mom’s face, the softening of her eyes when I told her I’d forgiven her.

  “She blamed herself, you know, for what happened to me. All those years when my dad would come to my room while she was out waitressing, trying to keep our heads above water.” Matt tenses at the mention of my dad and tucks me nearer to him. “It wasn’t her fault, though. At one point, I remember being angry, but she was afraid of him. She’s carried so much guilt with her and I didn’t want her to live like that anymore so I told her that I forgave her, even though I don’t think there was anything to forgive. I knew she needed to hear it.”

  “I can only imagine how much that meant to her, to hear that from you,” he says, trailing a finger leisurely up and down my arm, making my skin shiver with the sensation. “I still don’t know how you got through all that, Fran. You really are brave.”

  “I don’t know about that. There were so many nights I thought about climbing out of my window and running away, before I smelled cigarette smoke from under my door, b
efore he could use me as his own personal ashtray,” I say acidly, and let out a weakened breath. “But I couldn’t leave my mom with him.”

  “Fran, it takes a lot more courage to stay than it does to run,” he says, placing a gentle kiss to my temple.

  My tension releases with his kiss, calming me. “The one thing I do know is that after my dad committed suicide almost three years ago, both my mom and I were able to breathe easier. He was determined to find me, to have me in his life, and I told him I didn’t want anything to do with him. A little while later I found out he’d committed suicide…and I was relieved. I know that’s awful.”

  He presses his lips to my forehead, determination in his voice. “I know he was your father, baby, but he wasn’t a good man. No one could ever blame you for feeling that way.”

  “I don’t really want to talk about him anymore, if you don’t mind. Tell me about you. How was the rest of the conference?” I ask, brushing my fingers over his happy trail and loving that something else is happy down there, too.

  “What is it you’re asking? You’re making it kind of hard for me to think,” he replies, chuckling and rotating his hips in my direction.

  I let my fingers tiptoe back up his chest so he can concentrate a little better, although my eyes are drawn to the hard-on he’s sporting under the sheet.

  “It was good. You missed my fabulous presentation. Although, I had some difficulty focusing.”

  I lean up on my elbow so I can see his face. “Oh yeah, why is that?”

  He rolls onto his side so we’re face to face, his deep blue eyes penetrating mine. “I was distracted by the thought of some girl with eyes the most stunning shade of green I’ve ever seen.”

  “Some girl, huh? She sounds fascinating,” I reply, as he licks his lips before leaning in to sweep them over mine and I’m so ready to get lost in him all over again. My body instantly responds to the firmness pressing against my thigh, the ache between my legs starting up again.