Sempiternal

by K. Renee

  Instead of saying a word, he grabs my chin and forces my face up. His lips fall onto mine, and I move closer to his body. Pressing close to him, one of my hands grips his side, and I pull him even closer. There is nothing between us but my skimpy little sleep clothes and his jeans. One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck, while the other slides along my back towards my ass. His fingers slip under my shorts, and I feel them brush against my skin.

  I gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound. We are a mess of teeth and tongues. Both of us trying to get more of the other.

  His fingers slide along my folds, and he pushes a finger inside of me. I moan out his name, and he kisses me until I forget all my reservations about him. The only thing I can focus on is the way it feels as he puts his hands on me and in me.

  “Feck, yer so wet,” he groans into my mouth. He starts to move his finger in and out of me, and my mind gets hazy. It’s been way too long since I’ve been with anyone. He builds me up quickly, and my hands dig into his skin.

  “Oh God,” I whimper.

  He claims my mouth again as he brings me right over the edge and into oblivion. I can’t even describe the way I am feeling after that orgasm. As I come down, he kisses down my throat and pulls my top down, exposing my breasts to him. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and has my body arching into his for more. His fingers don't leave my clit as he continues to run his fingers along my wetness.

  Every nip and suck that he places on my skin gets me hotter than before. Rhett never gave me more than one orgasm, and that was if he even tried at all. It was always about him. I didn't have my first orgasm until I bought a vibrator a while after we started dating.

  Pushing out all thoughts of Rhett out of my head, I focus on the way Jerick’s mouth feels on my skin.

  Six

  Jerick

  Every time I run my hand along her skin, I feel like I’m being burned. Something about her makes me fecking crazy. I’m not in control, and I hate that. Me life is all about power, and right now, I’m anything but.

  Running me mouth down her neck, I suck on her pulse, and she moans out. Fer a second her body went slack, almost like she wasn’t into me, but after a few moments she changed. She came alive under me. Her nails are digging into me sides, and it eggs me on further.

  She’s fecking soaked, and I can’t wait to peel off these little shorts she has on. Pushing her back into the mattress, I rise up on me knees and run me hands down her body. I pull her up with me into a sitting position. Grabbing the edge of her little tank, I pull it up and over her head. She falls back onto the bed, and her tits bounce before settling. Shit.

  She reaches out and runs her finger down me chest before it trails down to the top of me jeans. Her fingers nimbly start to undo the button, and I can feel me dick pressing against the zipper, just begging to come out. As she begins to push them down little by little, I get off the bed and kick them off. Watching her, I see her eyes trail down me body. They widen when they come to me dick. She slowly gets to her knees and crawls her way towards me.

  The light barely filters in from the street lights, and when her fingers touch me skin, I can’t help but groan at the feeling. Me dick stands at attention between us and she slowly runs her fingers down me length. Grabbing the back of her neck, I pull her lips to mine and kiss her roughly. Her fingers dig into me biceps.

  Me other hand grabs her arse, and I pull her whole body closer to me, causing her to gasp. I rub me erection into her soft skin, and she moans at the sensation. Sliding her shorts down her legs, I release her and push her back on the bed. Her dark hair fans out on the white sheets and feck it’s a sight.

  Once I get her out of her shorts, I toss them behind me and move between her thighs. Stroking me cock, I run it along her folds a few time before I finally slide into her wet cunt. Feck, she feels fantastic. Her pussy’s grip on me dick is so tight ye’d think she was a virgin. I slide in and out of her slowly, and her eyes roll back in her head.

  Her hands grab her sheets, and she holds them in a death grip. Each thrust is slow and deep, pulling moans out of her throat. “Please,” she whimpers. “Fuck me harder.” When I speed up me thrusts, her ankles wrap around me and cross behind me back. I continue to fuck her hard until she moans out me name. “Jerick.” She’s breathless, and I can feel the familiar tingle in me balls, telling me that I’m close.

  Reaching down, I rub her clit a few times until I feel her pussy clamp down around me and she screams out her release. I pound into her a few more time before I’m falling into ecstasy right behind her. I collapse on top of her and press me face into her neck. Our heavy breathing is the only sound filling the small apartment. She gently runs her hand down me neck and down me shoulders and to me back.

  When I finally catch me breath, I pull out of her, and I realize me mistake. “Shit,” I grit out. She moves back and looks between us fer a second before her eyes widen, almost like she just realized what I did.

  “Uhh…” Her voice isn’t more than a whisper.

  “I’m clean,” I rush out. She shakes her head and then frowns at me.

  “I…” She pauses and thinks about her response before she says anything. “Me too.” I freeze when she doesn’t say that she’s on birth control. Feck. Once I saw her beautiful naked body, I couldn’t think about anything other than that. I’m a fecking idiot. I run me hand through me hair and look towards the window. I catch her movement, but I don’t expect her to touch me.

  “It’s fine. I can go to the pharmacy after work tomorrow,” she says like it’s no big deal. This makes me frown. Has she done this before? Just thinking that she’s been with another bastard pisses me the feck off. I don’t want to think about another man touching what’s mine. Mine… No, she isn’t mine. No fecking way.

  As I’m waging this internal battle, I feel her hand on me waist. She pulls me closer to her, and I go willingly. I don’t put up a fight, and I’m surprised. Not only do I want to cuddle her body against mine, but I also want to know what it feels like to wake up with her in me arms – something I’ve never done.

  “Come on. Relax. Everything will be fine.” Her voice puts me at ease, and I do as she says without a second thought. I push her back, and she crawls back towards the pillows, sliding under the covers still naked.

  She sighs when she puts her head on me chest. Her warm breath fans over me skin and it oddly soothes me. Running me hand down her back, I make invisible patterns on her skin. When she buries herself into me more, I move me other hand to her lower back and press her lower body into mine. Her body fits mine perfectly.

  Shit. I shouldn’t be thinking about her that way. She isn’t mine, and she definitely isn’t cut out fer this life I lead. She’s pure while I’m teetering that line of evil. I’ve worked fer the Divil before, and it is part of the reason we are now stateside. I know what it’s like to spill another man’s blood, and I’ve done me share of bad things.

  Am I proud of it? No, but I did what I had to. Ye don’t say no to a man like that.

  I feel her body melt into mine, and her breathing evens out. There is something about this lass; I can’t even explain it.

  Waking up with her arse pressed firmly into me dick, I try not to thrust into her cunt. Me arm tightens around her and me fingers brush over her nipple. She moves lightly and her nipple pebbles. Feck, the only thing I want to do right now is get back inside of her.

  Me hand brushes over her tit once more, but this time she grinds back into me. Me dick hardens even more just at her slight movement. I’m totally fecking screwed. “Stana,” I whisper.

  “Hmm,” she responds sleepily. She runs her hand down me thigh, and I let out a sharp breath. Me phone beeps, and she huffs out in frustration. I kiss her forehead before reaching over to grab it. When I look at the screen, I see a familiar number on it. Ignoring the message, I drop me phone on the nightstand and roll her over onto her back.

  “Do you have to go?” Her pouty lip makes me want to stay
even though I was never planning on leaving her. If anything, I have plans to shag her again.

  Instead of answering her, I press me lips against hers and kiss her. Her hands tangle in me hair, and she rubs against me the best she can under me body weight. I don’t waste any time getting inside of her tight cunt. It’s like a fecking drug, and I need me next fix.

  “Jerick,” she moans when I thrust into her roughly. Something takes over me brain, and I can’t focus on anything but her. She’s writhing in pleasure under me, and I continue me rough and quick pace. Reaching down, I rub her clit a few times causing her to make sweet noises of pleasure. Her nails dig into me skin, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to leave marks on me. “Oh God,” she moans loudly. I’m sure her neighbors have heard her come each time.

  “Feck Stana,” I grunt out, pulling out of her almost completely before slamming back into her. Her sharp gasp turns me on, even more, I can’t help but increase me pace until we are both panting and right on the edge of coming. “Ye feel so damn good baby,” I groan. Her eyes close and her mouth opens into a perfect little O shape. Feck me, she’s halainn.

  I feel her warm cunt tighten around me and her nails end up breaking the skin on me sides as she digs them into me. A warm trickle of blood falls down me side, but shit I don’t mind. She can draw blood anytime as long as she lets me shag her any way I want. “Jerick,” she rushes out. “I’m going to…” She trails off, and I continue to pound inside of her at a quicker pace. “Ahhh,” she moans, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

  She grinding on me dick a few more times as she rides out her orgasm, triggering me own orgasm.

  Collapsing on top of her spent body, I kiss me way down her throat and then back up to her face. The sleepy grin on her face is sexy, and her tousled hair is spread all over her pillow. Feck, she’s like a wet dream.

  “What?” she asks covering her face. Moving her hands away, I press a soft kiss to her lips.

  “I like looking at ye,” I murmur before claiming her mouth one more time. “Yer halainn.” The pink blush covers her face, and she shakes her head no.

  “What time is it?” she asks suddenly, looking a little frazzled.

  I roll over and grab me phone, checking the time. “Almost eight.” Her eyes widen, and she pushes me off of her, rolling out of bed. I watch her run around her room, throwing clothes around and looking fer something to wear. I can’t help but grin when she finally comes to a stop wearing a tight black skirt, a half buttoned blouse, and two different shoes.

  When she sees the grin on me face, she looks down at herself and frowns. “You could have told me instead of laughing,” she deadpans. I shrug and give her another grin before motioning fer her to come to me.

  “Ye look sexy even with two different shoes,” I whisper against her lips before I claim her mouth once more. When she pulls away, she shakes her head at me.

  “You’re crazy.” The lass doesn’t know how beautiful she really is.

  “Yer going to be late, love.” I grin from me spot in her bed. She flips me the bird before changing her shoes. Getting up, I walk over to her, me dick pressing into her belly.

  “No, we can’t. I’m going to be late.” She doesn’t really sound like she’s all that worried about being late to me. Me phone goes off again, breaking our lust filled haze. “It’s okay, I need to get to going anyways.” I wrap me arms around her waist and pull her body into me still naked one.

  “Tonight me and ye are going to be in exactly the same position.” Her eyes widen slightly, and she is stunned into silence or something. “I’ll take ye to work, pick ye up, bring ye home, and then go to work. I want to wake up with ye in me arms again.” I grab her chin and force her to look at me.

  “Okay.” She finally says after a few minutes of silence. Kissing her one more time, I release her and grab me clothes, pulling them on. Grabbing me gun from inside me jacket, I quickly shove it in the back of me jeans before she turns around to see it. I’ll protect her from knowing the truth about me fer as long as I can. It’s the only way I can protect her from the life I lead and the friends I keep.

  Seven

  Stana

  After Jerick dropped me off at work, I kept my head down and focused on the items I needed to finish before I got off work. The paperwork it daunting and as much as I rather spend all my time thinking about the mysteriousness of Jerick, I keep my focus on the tasks at hand.

  All day long, I do data entry for a company that sells computer software. I don’t know a whole lot about what they do because the stuff I enter is mainly just customer information. When I see my boss walk by, I notice his stare. He doesn’t seem all that happy with me if I’m judging by the look he just gave.

  I don’t speak to really anyone but Max. He is one level higher than me on the food chain here. His job is to make sure that the customers are up and running and provide support if they ever should have any questions or concerns. I don’t envy his job. Sometimes I hear the way people talk to him, and I can’t imagine having to deal with that on a daily basis.

  He’s a really nice guy. Cute in a nerdy sort of way too – not that I check him out or anything. That would be a tad bit weird since we work together and all. Plus, he’s the only person I talk to here, and it would be awkward if things didn’t work out and stuff.

  My boss, on the other hand, doesn’t speak to anyone unless it’s necessary. It’s kind of odd in a way, but I don’t mind the quiet. It helps the day go by faster when I can just put my headphones in and get to typing instead of having someone hover over me all day every day. Especially, after the night that I was attacked, and Jerick saved me.

  I was a mess. When I would come into work, I would rush to my cubicle and cry. Nothing would stop the tears. One day Max saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I couldn’t get the words out, and I didn’t want him thinking differently about me either. I tried to just act like it didn’t happen, but my mind trapped me into this box-like room where I had to watch the scene play over and over again. Each time my mind would change the outcome of the incident. Some days it would get further, and other days Jerick would have been there sooner to save me.

  The darkness that I’ve known for a while now never left. Instead, it felt like I was being suffocated by the memories, seeing his face every time I close my eyes. When I start to panic, I grab the phone out of my bag and send Jerick a text message. He said to text him if I ever needed him and right now, I think I do.

  Me: Every time I close my eyes, I see his face.

  His response isn’t automatic like yesterday. I sit at my desk and stare at the wall for a good twenty minutes before I get a response from him. My mind is spinning, and I can’t focus on anything but the sound of the phone beeping.

  Jerick: Don’t focus on him, love. Focus on this morning instead.

  This time when I close my eyes, I think about the way I felt waking up in Jerick’s arms. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I felt safe. It felt like whatever I had to go through today would be worth it just because I had a chance to be in his arms. The darkness that typically suffocates me every morning was gone, and in its place, I felt happy.

  Jerick: Only think about the way it felt when I put my hands on your body.

  I feel my cheeks heat with a bit of embarrassment for thinking about that at work. I never do this sort of thing, yet he’s bringing out this side of me that I don’t even know.

  Me: If I think about that, I may need to change.

  Jerick: Wet panties at work sounds like my kind of girl. I can stop by at lunch and take you out.

  I feel my body heat just by reading his words. He would come and take me out to lunch just because I was starting to panic. That isn’t something I’m used to. No one has ever made the extra effort for me like that.

  Me: I’d like that. Lunch that is…

  I can only imagine the sexy smirk that he probably has on his face right now while reading my text. I set the phone down on the desk and look at the p
ile of papers in front of me. I still have a lot to enter before I can even think about lunch.

  Once I get to entering, I don’t stop until I’m at least halfway through the pile. I’ve entered three new customers, as well as updated six existing customers’ databases with new employees. When I finally look at the clock, it’s after one. Shit. I forgot to send Jerick a text about lunch. Before I can type out a text, I look up to see him standing in front of me.

  “Aye, love. Ye forgot to take a lunch break. I’m here to take ye out.” He has a grin on his face, and part of me is stunned that he is actually here, standing in front of me right now. How did he even get back to my cubicle?

  “How did you get back here?” I ask. I don’t know why I ask, but I can’t help it. I need to know the facts if possible to keep myself from overreacting. It helps keep the darkness at bay when I am in public.

  “The lass up front brought me back here. She said that ye typically zone out and probably wouldn’t hear us. She was right.” He comes closer, and I just stare at him. How does he looks so incredibly handsome every time I see him. It’s like he never has an off day. His hair is always perfectly done, and his clothes look like they were freshly ironed.

  “Come on. Let’s get ye some food. I don’t want ye to be starving tonight when I take ye to bed.” I blush at that. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t know what to expect from him. At first, I thought that he would be like any other man. A one night stand that I thought I would never see again, but he keeps coming back. Showing up just to make me feel better and safe, something I’ve never had before.

  “Where are we going?” I ask. I don’t know why all of a sudden I’m hesitant, but I am. I still barely know this man, and here I am going off with him. But then again he didn’t hurt me last night when he had plenty of time to murder me in my sleep.

  Grabbing my bag from the ground next to my desk, I get up from my chair and let him lead me out of the office and right to his expensive looking car. I mean, it’s a beautiful car. I just don’t know how he could afford it. He looks way too young to have that type of money.