23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
FIAMETTA
I hear the sound of tires kicking up dirt, before the approaching vehicle’s headlights beam straight through the small kitchenette window above the sink. I freeze, at first, wondering if this is it. Have they already found me, less than forty-eight hours after my daring escape?
I run to the window to stare out into the night as my thoughts turn from me to Simone. No one else knows where I am. If Tomas had found me, he would have had to have gone through her.
I don’t know why I go to the window. It’s not as if I can do anything if I see a black G-Wagon traversing the small dirt path that leads here and only here. I can’t even run now. There’s nowhere to go. I’m surrounded by water on all sides, and if I make a break for the trees, they’ll see me, and hunt and catch me before I can disappear into the green cover.
I should have brought a gun. I tell myself, but what good would it do? I never learned to shoot, and anyone with experience would be able to tell I’m inexperienced. Even if I did have one, I’d never be able to pull the trigger on someone. It’s not in my nature to hurt.
At this point, I can’t even say I’m certain that pushing Crue in Tomas’s direction was a good idea. He’d kill him in a heartbeat, and do it for fun. But can I live with the consequences of feeling guilty about that?
As the car comes into view, I see that it’s not a tall, robust Mercedes-Benz but rather a sleek, Midnight Black BMW. The real truth hits me like a bag of rocks, leaving me lightheaded and breathless. I am excited, overwhelmed and nervous.
Because my handsome dark monster is outside in his black car. His presence alone washes away my doubts and concerns. Since he’s always been around, in one way or another, I should have known that he’d be there.
I sprint outside, making it to his car’s door just as he gets out. I throw myself into his arms and pull his head down to kiss me. He does, with the same feverish intensity I want from him. Need from him.
Crue’s right here with me. Lost to the embrace as his eager hands search and feel the back of my body.
“How did you know where I am?” I ask, but Crue just kisses me again. It’s not a refusal to answer. It’s just his way of showing me how much he missed me.
“I always know where you are, Fiametta.” He breaks his embrace only to say these words. He doesn’t give me a chance to do or say anything else before he leans forward, hooks his fingers under my knees and hoists me into the air.
He carries me toward the cabin while our tongues smash together. The vibrations of his steps make me sink lower into him, and before long, I can feel his excitement poking against me.
I’m always shocked when I realize how big and meaty he is. Today is no different as my ass settles against his length, and it feels like the perfect perch to hold me up. I giggle into his mouth at the thought, and slide my hands up the front of his body, raking them through his hair.
We make it up the stairs and through the door without incident, but inside Crue bumps into the small, circular table next to the kitchen. It doesn’t slow him down, but his lips do part from mine long enough to look around the cabin. Searching for the bedroom, no doubt, but he’s in luck. Apart from the bathroom, there aren’t any separate rooms here.
It's a cute, open plan house, with a bed in place of a sofa, and a kitchenette that has a multi-function use of kitchen, dining room and lounge area.
“Nice place.” Crue leans in again, this time meeting my neck. His hands slide up, finding my ass and he squeezes with a pulling motion. It twists my booty shorts, and part of the material tightens against my crotch, sending swells of pleasure barreling through my body.
I’m sure this isn’t what he expected when he got here. Neither did I, when I noticed it was Crue outside. But I guess both our minds are tuned to a single purpose. Lusty desire before all else. He reaches the bed and drops me onto it. I bounce when I connect with it, and Crue catches my booty shorts by the waist band once I’m back at waist level to him.
“Holy shit, that was insane,” I say, incredibly impressed by his reflexes.
Crue tips his head, yanks his hands back and my pants go flying across the room. I clap as if it was a magic trick.
“You’re coming in hot today,” I tease, gently grazing my now exposed legs with a single finger.
Crue swallows hard and runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Untrue,” he says, leaning closer as my finger slots between the groove connecting my thigh to the rest of my body. “I was tepid until you kissed me.”
“And now?” I glide the finger across my slick wetness, not realizing how sensitive I am. I yelp, and jerk forward at the tingle that my touch ignites, and Crue growls, before starting to shed his layers.
“Stone cold.” A joke. I’m sure it’s a joke. And then he confirms my guess by saying. “And just as hard.”
“You’re getting better at those,” I tease, before letting the tip of my finger slip in wherever it pleases, and until it’s soaked.
“I’m getting better at a lot of things.” His jacket and shirt go first, revealing his rippling, tattooed physique. Next go his shoes, socks and jeans — he doesn’t bother to undo his belt — before he falls onto his knees in front of me.
“Let me show you.”
“Why you’d keep your boxers on?” I ask, frowning at him. The hood of his massive erection is pressed so tightly against it, it might as well already be free. But I want to see it. To touch it. I want to have it all to myself in silly, cum drunk delight.
“Slow and steady wins the race,” he says, lowering himself between my legs. But I stop him. Rolling forward, I grab Crue by the shoulders and pull him onto his back. He doesn’t resist, but I can see a question about what I’m doing, in his eyes.
“Not this time,” I say, and turn around. With my ass close to his face, I lean forward and slowly expose my pussy to him. Crue growls as it comes into view, but the noise turns to a whimper as I hook my thumbs into his boxers and tug until he raises his hips, and I can push them down his legs.
The first stirring of butterflies flutter through my tummy as I complete the task and his veiny cock bounces in front of my eyes. I’m not usually one to take control, well, not with Crue. He’s always so determined and steadfast in his desires. But tonight, the need to feel empowered takes over me.
“There, I’m naked. Now what?” he asks, but in a tome that says he thinks he already knows the answer.
He doesn’t.
I grab his cock by the base and frown at him over my shoulder. It’s a fake frown, playful and teasing. He starts to make a pleasured sound that quickly turns into a half choke at the sudden pressure I apply to him. I slowly press my ass back further, and as expected Crue’s fingers instantly dance against the skin.
“Good boy,” I say.
I start to jerk him. Slowly at first, until the first drop of precum sprouts from his tip. It quickly goes from a drop, to looking like someone opened a faucet, as the sticky, salty goo streams out of him.
“Ah, fuck, Fia that’s...” he trails off behind a wall of noises.
“Is it now?” I ask. There’s no need to hear the end of his sentence, because it’s going to end with the meaning of feels good . “What about this?”
I sink lower, pressing the tip of my tongue against his balls. His hips buck upward, and I slide my tongue all the way down them. I replace the tip with a flat pad and drag my tongue across the sensitive pocket, while shaking my head from side to side. At the same time as I continue to please him, in ways I never have before, I continue stroking him. Harder and faster, and then slower and more steadily, an ever-changing rhythm to keep his body unsure of what’s going to come next.
“That’s it, right there,” Crue groans out. I can tell he wants to touch me by the random movements of his hand: grabbing my ass, caressing my thighs and circling toward my pussy. But every time he gets close enough to make his move, I do something that halts his progress. It shuts off his mind and locks him in a state of bliss.
He reaches breaking point, when I glide my tongue up the length of his shaft and stop against his head, giving it slow, wet kisses as if it were his mouth. I move higher, and suck the tip into mouth.
“That’s it,” he roars, and presses a flat palm against my tummy. I’m not sure what to expect, but with an arm press, he lifts me into the air, moves me over his head, and drops me onto his face.
The sudden release makes my whole body sink, head included, and Crue’s cock slams against the back of my throat. I gag around him, and the noise kickstarts his engines.
He wraps his arms around my body and pins me in place, while his tongue slithers over my sensitive clitoris. I howl over his cock, and the constriction from my sounds makes him moan against my pussy. His hot breath causes another sound to erupt from me, and so the cycle continues, as both of us drive pleasure into the other.
I cum savagely over his face, beginning to roll my hips forward and back over his tongue. Crue opens his mouth and gives me a long runway over its soft wetness.
Satisfied, and eager for the main event, I wriggle free from Crue’s grip and slowly slide my way down his body. He snatches at my hips as I go, trying to pull me back, but I don’t let him. It’s my turn to be in the driver’s seat. To take him and use him however I please.
Something tells me he understands this. If he was putting up a real fight, there’s no way I’d be able to do any of what I’m doing. I need this. I’ve felt helpless and hopeless for days. Lost and afraid, scared and sad, I have experienced every terrible feeling under the sun. Now that he’s here, it’s all better. I know I’ll be okay.
I don’t stop sucking the tip of Crue’s dick until my approaching body arches my neck so far, I can’t keep it in place anymore. I get close enough to slide the thick rod between my breasts as I pass it, and Crue emits a long, intense groan.
“You doing alright back there?” I ask, gazing at him over my shoulder. And my good God, is he exquisite. His arms are flat on the bed, resting upward past his head. Like my favorite toy, which is now clutched between my fingers, they’re thick, muscular and veiny. His abs flex as he sucks in slow, deep breathes, trying to steady himself for what he knows is coming.
But most of all, his face is glistening face where I left a mess all over him. His mouth, unable to stay still as it sucks air in, makes a rattling noise with every gentle movement of my hand. And those big, green eyes stare at me expectantly.
“No,” he answers, honestly. “You’re frying my fucking brain.”
I giggle and lift myself upright.
“Then be prepared for them to be scrambled completely,” I say, slowly approaching his cock. Watching it tense up as my pussy nears. Still with my back to Crue, I start to lower myself onto him.
His tip presses against my entrance and threatens to knock down my entry. But I keep it there, moving both my hands onto Crue’s knees for support, giddily rocking my hips against his tip, to allow it to slowly slide deeper. But I make a wrong move that causes him to penetrate me more deeply than I unexpected, and the sudden fullness, as he stretches me open, makes me collapse.
“Ah, fuck.” I scream out and it reverberates throughout the entire cabin.
Crue’s hands dart forward and latch onto me, starting on my hips but quickly ascending up my sides and to my breasts. It takes a while for rush of pleasure that his cock slammed into me, to settle enough for me to move again. And while it radiates through my body, all I can do is sit there and take it. Like a good girl, as Crue keeps calling me.
He squeezes my breasts in his hands, and his cock flexes against my walls. My grip on his knees tightens. I want to scream, but I can’t. I am deprived of oxygen and still reeling from that first, initial thrust.
Every movement brings some new sensation I’ve never felt before. Maybe it’s the mindset I approached this with, or the angle of his girth inside, but whatever it is, it’s beyond my wildest dreams.
I’m about to come again, and he’s barely doing anything. As I do, muttering sounds and feeling my body start to shake, my walls tighten around Crue’s cock. In a flash, his hands descend back to my hips, and he starts to rock his lower body slowly.
But slowly doesn’t last long as Crue’s primal needs take over. His rotations and rocking turn into the first few thrusts from below. His hands tighten into my sides as he fights to stay in control of his actions. But it’s a losing battle, and has been ever since he slipped inside of me.
I manage to lift my body enough to give him room between thrusts. Crue helps by holding me up, while his length retracts to the tip, before he bucks his hips and slams every inch he has into me. His pace quickens until he’s slipping in and out of me with no pause between movements.
Then I feel it. The first sign of tension in his legs. The muscles flex beneath my fingers, stiffen to an ungodly tightness, and stay locked in place. His head snaps from side to side, almost as if he’s trying to say no. To will away the oncoming climax for a few more glorious seconds.
But he can’t. There’s no stopping now. He needs the release, and so I do.
“That’s it baby,” I coo, somehow managing to get the words out without choking on my own moans. “Cum for me. Fill me up. Please.” I sound frantic, frantic and needy, because I am. “I want it. Need it. Give it to me.”
His thrusts increase in pace and ferocity, alongside my begging. He roars in response, unable to find the words or to form sentences. It’s an animalistic sound, brutish and strong, just like my man.
He explodes inside of me, and as if it was the plug keeping his body coiled up, he collapses into a pool of relief, while the last ropes of his cum splash against my walls.
I giggle frantically and fall backwards on top of him. Crue wraps his hands around my belly, and starts kissing the back of my neck.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” He stops his kiss briefly, panting heavily while he utters the words.
“I know,” I say with a false confidence I stole from Simone.
“You better,” he growls. “Not many people have this effect on me.”
“Well, I’m not many people,” I say. “I’m just little old me.”
“And little old you is more than I deserve,” he whispers it against my skin.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, big guy.”
I refuse to let him slip into some post-nut clarity depression. Not on my watch.
“You’re not too bad yourself. Rough around the edges, but—” I jostle my hips against his cock that’s still inside me. It makes him spasm in overwhelming delight. “We’ll smooth you out with enough grinding.”
He chuckles, and hugs me tightly.