And I wanted to keep her for as long as I could.
Feeling the hard nub hit my lips, I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with increasing pressure with my tongue, smiling inside when I felt her shudder.
“Why are they so sensitive? I can rub the sponge over them in the shower, and nada. But you do that, and I’m ready to throw my knickers in the bin and get funky.”
‘Get funky’? I’d need to revisit that at a later date because that sounded kind of fun. Right now, though, I was going to test her sensitive claim.
Gently, I rubbed my teeth across it, not wanting to hurt her but wanting to know how much she could take. When I realized I couldn’t see her properly from how I was bent over, I dropped down to my knees, not releasing her nipple to do it. This time when I bit gently on it, I watched as her head fell back and was able to see the goosebumps spread across her chest. Goosebumps were a good sign, so I did it again.
“Elijah, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna…” she trailed off, leaving me hanging.
Reluctantly releasing it, I blew across the turgid peak, making it tighten even more. “You’re gonna what, pixie?”
Blowing one last breath across it, I sucked it back between my lips, tugging on it at the same time as rubbing my teeth gently on either side. I got the answer to my question when Sadie stiffened, her nails scraping my scalp as she tightened her fingers in my hair, and then a low moan burst out of her.
I’d made her come just by playing with her nipple. Fucking amazing!
I wish I could’ve watched her face, but instead, I drew it out for her by playing with the neglected one with my hand at the same time. When the shudders left her, I lifted my head and watched as her eyes hazy met mine.
“I’m a loser,” she whispered through a smile. “But that was fucking outstanding.”
Huffing out a laugh, I picked her up and moved her up the bed so her head was resting on the pillows.
“Are you ready for more?”
Now, here’s where I should’ve been more responsible. Putting a condom on when you’ve got piercings is risky but doable. Putting it on drunk when you’ve got piercings is also dangerous but possible, so long as you’re careful. When she nodded and started tugging her panties down, I followed suit with my sweats and kicked them off before reaching over to where my wallet was sitting on the side table.
Pulling a rubber out of it, I straightened up so that I was now on my knees and carefully tore the packet open. Yeah, that’s where I was careful…
At least until Sadie distracted me by cupping my balls and gently rolling them in her tiny, soft hand. I rolled that condom on at warp speed, my patience and control shot to shit.
Hooking my arms under her knees, I yanked her down the bed until my thighs met her butt cheeks.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I had the presence of mind to check again.
“Elijah, if you don’t stick it in me, I’ll brain you with my shoe and then let Dobby feast on your carcass.”
Enough said.
Adjusting my position so that I was now leaning my weight on my left arm, I used the other hand to skim the tip of my covered cock through her lips, groaning at the heat that met it.
Nothing in the world felt as good as this. Nothing!
When I moved back down to her entrance, I notched the tip inside it and looked up at her face. I wanted to see what she was feeling every second that I pushed into her. I wanted to be aware of everything she was experiencing.
As I pushed forward, I grimaced at how tight she was.
“What’s that?” she rasped, pointing to my face. “That doesn’t look like a good expression.”
“It’s a great expression,” I groaned, shaking my head. “It’s just you feel so fucking good.”
Looking satisfied with my response, she lifted her legs up and back slightly, giving me more room to push into her. With slow, measured thrusts, I gained ground inside her, stopping periodically to maintain the control I needed so that I didn’t hurt her. I wasn’t hung like a horse, but I was a big guy at six feet and six inches tall, and my dick was in proportion to it. Sadie was probably just over five feet tall, and her pussy was definitely in proportion to her petiteness. If I didn’t go carefully, I could hurt her, and I’d rather eat my arm than do that.
Apparently she wasn’t in agreement with that, though, because she wrapped her legs around the top of my ass and used them to pull me into her on my next thrust. When my balls hit her ass and she let out a high pitched moan, it hit me that I was all the way inside heaven. Swear to God, it was heaven. She gripped my length like a fist, and it felt like she’d been made for me.
Dropping my head down onto her chest, I took a shuddering breath in. “Sadie, I need a minute.”
Shifting her hips until she was grinding against me, she hit something inside her that made her dig her nails into my back. “No, you really don’t.”
Fuck it!
Adjusting my weight onto my forearms on either side of her, I rested my forehead on hers and stared into her eyes as I pulled out slowly and then pushed back in at the same speed. Her pupils had dilated so that only a small ring of blue was visible, but every time I thrust in, they’d tighten up along with her pussy. It was like I was watching the inside on the outside, fucking amazing.
It was when she licked her lips, and her tongue touched mine that I truly lost it, though. Taking her mouth, I started picking up speed and power in my thrusts and retreats, grinding the base of my dick into her clit periodically and then alternating between gentle and powerful thrusts to keep her on the edge.
Feeling her tighten around me, I reared back onto my knees, holding her hips in both hands, and started thrusting hard and fast. I could not only watch what we looked like together from this position, but I could see her tits bouncing and the expressions crossing her face. That’s how I knew to move my thumb inward and start rubbing the hard bundle of nerves that I knew had to be screaming right now.
All it took was four rotations of my thumb on her clit, and she clenched down around me, making it almost impossible for me to tunnel in and out of her. Still, I gave it all I could and made it through that phase of her orgasm. It was when she began to grind her pelvis down that I lost it and went flying over the cliff, roaring as I came. It took over my body, and by the time it left, I had no energy left.
Apparently neither did she because after I carefully pulled out of her, I collapsed next to a comatose Sadie.
That night I fell asleep with a grin on my face. I’d fucked my woman into another dimension—literally. Then again, it wasn’t fucking, it was making love no matter what. I couldn’t tell her that because I wasn’t ready to open myself up like that yet, but she’d pulled me back from the darkness and had filled it with light. Cheesy but true. Her personality suited mine, and she showed me how to be strong through hell.
Yeah, I think I loved her, and so did my pierced penis.
I had just enough energy to pull the condom off, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it in the trash can beside the bed before I passed out, pulling her into me first.
Chapter Seven
Sadie
Pulling the blanket up over my shoulder, I snuggled into its warmth and the heat coming from behind me. It was like a toasty bear, a toasty, cute Yogi Bear who wanted to be petted.
So that’s what I did.
Instead of making it purr—did bears purr?—it laughed, making my body shudder with it. Arsehole!
Rolling onto my side, I threw a leg over Yogi to hold him still. I needed more sleep.
Slowly through my non-caffeinated brain, I realized poor Yogi had alopecia or something because there wasn’t a lot of hair on him. Maybe bears went bald with age like my granddad had?
“Poor Yogi.”
That made him laugh again, shaking me awake. There went my extra sleep.
Blinking my eyes open, I came face-to-face with a naked chest. He might not have a lot of hair, but Yogi had definitely worked out over the years
.
“You dreaming again, pixie?”
Tilting my head back, I saw a sexy throat, followed by a stubbly chin. Bears got morning stubble? Looking higher up, it seemed they also got human features.
It wasn’t until I got to the green eyes watching me, crinkled at the sides like he was smiling, that I realized it wasn’t a bear. It was a human.
I did what I hoped most women would do in my situation—I screamed in the person’s face and tried to roll back the way I’d come, except strong arms foiled that plan.
“Settle, pixie. Let your brain come back online, and it won’t seem so bad. Plus, if you move your leg again, the probability of you kneeing me in the balls is close to one hundred percent, and I’m hoping after last night that you like those balls fully functioning.”
The words registered, but they took slightly longer to filter through the brain fog I had going on. Not only was I void of caffeine, but I felt like I was dying. My head hurt, my mouth was dry, my vagina hurt…
Wait, why was my vagina hurting?
Then it all came flooding back. Rolling around naked in bed with Elijah, sucking on his pierced penis, that same penis being inside my vagina… My head snapped up from where I’d been staring at his chin to say something—freaking anything—narrowly missing his chin.
“I shagged Elijah Townsend,” I screeched in his face, telling him something I was hoping he remembered unnecessarily.
“Rossi,” he added, the smile on his mouth matching the one I’d seen around his eyes. “Yeah, you did. And I want to do it again, except sober this time.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed. “Sober shagging Elijah Townsend-Rossi. I don’t… I mean, how… I don’t even know what I mean,” I groaned, dropping my head again and smushing my face against his chest.
Did I want to shag him again? This time sober? Does Yogi Bear shit in the woods? That was actually a good question.
“Does Yogi Bear shit in the woods?”
I swear he stopped breathing, the only movement coming from him the way his hands spasmed slightly on my sides. And then he rolled over onto his back, taking me with him, and a massive bellow of laughter came bursting out of him. Given that I had an ocean of alcohol in my system, the movement made my stomach roll, and when he didn’t stop, I came close to losing control of my ability to hold it in.
Which was why I started begging. “Please, please stop shaking me unless you want me to throw up all over you.”
The words had an effect, and it stopped as he rubbed my back. “Not sure if he shit in the woods, but seeing as how he was a bear, I’m thinking he probably did. Was that last night’s dream?”
Dropping my head again as I gulped in as much air as I could to try and settle my pissed off stomach, I had zero control of the shit that came flying out of my mouth.
“I dream vividly. As a kid, it was always cartoons, tv shows, or books. Then it moved onto real life after…” I trailed off, not wanting to stretch the limits of my puke control by talking about the near-rape. “They tried me on sleeping tablets to see if it would help, but they made it worse because I couldn’t wake up to get away from him, so I stopped taking them. Thankfully I’m back to dreaming about lighter stuff, but I still sometimes get ones about him. I don’t know why these are happening so often just now. Maybe it’s just one of those things?”
His hands hadn’t stopped rubbing my back through the explanation, not even when I’d gotten close to mentioning it, and I had to admit it helped—like an emotional support rub instead of a dog.
“How often do you dream about it?”
Realizing breathing this close to his chest wasn’t helping my nausea much, I turned my head to the side and rested it on his pec. “Maybe once every couple of weeks. It’s gotten better since I moved here, like the distance helps my mind cope when I’m asleep. But sometimes I have one, or I overthink something and imagine him looking through the windows when I’m in the kitchen, and it triggers one.”
He made a humming noise like he understood, and the pressure from his gigantic palms increased as he continued skimming them up and down. “Did you ever speak to someone about it? Like a professional?”
“Yeah. I had a therapist for a while, but then I decided I just wanted to move on with life, so I stopped going. The woman I was seeing was okay with it and said to take it at my own pace, so that’s what I’ve been doing.”
Really, what was the point? Reliving it or talking about how it affected me wasn’t helping, it was just making me more aware of it. Therapy had taken me a long way from the person I’d been after, but it felt like I was hitting a wall after a while.
“I kept having dreams about drowning after Coop died, so I went to see a therapist and felt the same way as you did. Dreams can take over our minds and emotions so they seem real, but talking about them when I was awake and aware that it hadn’t been real just made me feel stupid.”
“What about bereavement therapy? Did you try that?”
“No, I can talk about him with friends, and I enjoy hearing about their memories. That does more for me than talking to someone who didn’t know Coop.”
Now that made sense, but I wasn’t sure we’d made the right choices. Still, I didn’t want to speak to a stranger about it and analyze everything I was feeling. I had control of myself enough now, and a few nightmares weren’t going to kill me.
“Maybe we could be each other’s support network?” I offered, thinking out loud and mulling over how that would work.
I was brought out of my thoughts by him shifting under me so that my legs were either side of his, making me aware that we were both naked. Not just semi-naked, completely naked, and pressed up against each other so tightly, even a feather wouldn’t have been able to squeeze its way between us.
“Um, Elijah—”
“Shh, pixie,” he muttered, rolling us so that I was now the one under him, with his big ol’ pierced wiener pressed up against my whore of a vagina. And why was she a whore? Because she was practically begging him just to do what he wanted to her, with zero thought for me. Then again, it’s not like I’d argue against it.
Lowering his head, he began kissing from my jaw down my neck, making his way to my right boob. “Uh, what are we doing?”
“I’m getting some support from you,” he whispered, bypassing my nipple and kissing down my middle. “Yeah, I need to work out some tension, and I think you do, too.”
I wasn’t stupid, so I wasn’t going to argue. If sex therapy was a thing, I was all for it if it included Elijah being the therapist.
Three weeks later…
Time flies when you’re having sex. I don't know why that wasn’t one of those motivational memes on social media because it was fucking spot on. I’d never felt so relaxed and in the zone as I had recently, so it was working for me. The same could be said for Elijah, or at least until last night.
We’d been curled up on the couch watching the news and discussing the boxes our Chinese takeout had been delivered in versus what we got back home. I preferred the stuff here, minus the little metal handles, because it made it a bitch to stick in the microwave. You only made that mistake once, and fortunately, I was close enough to catch it as soon as the first spark happened. And I loved that they always gave me disposable chopsticks. It was small plastic containers and zero chopsticks at home, and you were lucky if you got a fortune cookie.
We’d both been reading our fortunes while Dobby crunched evilly on the cookies when the news had cut to a reporter discussing a fishing boat that’d disappeared somewhere in Alaska.
Elijah had immediately shut down, his attention laser-focused on the television, as she mentioned the five missing fishermen and how the weather and temperature meant they only had a small window to find them before they died. I would’ve thought and hoped the wording would be a bit more sympathetic given that they had friends and family who could be watching it, but that was precisely what she’d said.
After that, it was like he’d become a robot.
Instead of the shared shower we had every night, he’d waited for me to finish up and taken his own separately. I wasn’t offended by this in the slightest because I knew that having personal time was a must, especially if something had triggered a memory or hard emotion. But after it, he’d just gotten into bed, turned on his side, and fallen asleep without saying a word.
That was the first time in almost a month that I had a nightmare. In it, I was awake while the bastard tore my leggings and knickers off while he unzipped his suit trousers. I was trying to scream for help, get up to run away, or even kick him, but it was like my body was made of concrete. He’d just been lying down on top of me when I’d woken up, only just catching the scream before it scared the shit out of Elijah.
Seeing as how he was still out cold and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go to sleep, I snuck into the kitchen and made a cup of tea while I thought about my security. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that Elijah’s change last night had triggered a nightmare. It was probably because more of my mates had seen Orson walking around West Wickham like he didn’t have a care in the fucking world.
That had reminded me of how small the world was and how determined and patient he’d been last time before he’d attacked me.
Grabbing my phone from the counter, I avoided a hissing Dobby and dropped down onto the couch with my tea. I had an amazing landlord who’d allowed me to put in extra locks after he’d heard my story, so I knew my windows and doors were practically hermetically sealed, but was it enough?
No, I wanted a screaming alarm if anything broke the sensor. I wanted it to tell me to ‘run, bitch, run’ if someone managed to break in. I’d seen enough of those crime shows to know people could do it and lie in wait for you to get home, and I wasn’t going to be one of those victims.
Opening up my Amazon app, I typed in alarm systems and sat back to sift through the results. The type that Ariana had was perfect for me. I could add sensors, I didn’t have to drill holes, and it would only take about half an hour for me to install it. Well, if I got a ladder it would only take that amount of time. Without it, I’d have to scale walls with my nails, so that would probably be a fail.
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