Pieces of Us

Chapter 34 A Thousand Suns

Lincoln

She sucked my fucking soul from my body.

With a ravenous and raw need, I snap her bra off, discarding the scraps of mesh around us.

‘Linc!’ she gasps. ‘That was my only sample.’ Her whines turn into mewls as I take her left breast in my mouth, circling her taut nipple. Teasingly, I bite down, eliciting her to buck up. She’s always had large breasts, but now, on her smaller frame, they seem to be larger than life. They’re soft and mould perfectly in my hands. I can’t stop them from roaming and exploring all her contours and curves. It’s like her body is both a map and the treasure.

‘Please.’ Her cries are tight as her body squirms under me for more friction. ‘I need to feel you.’

Sliding down, I rest between her legs, my head on her stomach.

‘I need to eat your cunt. I’ve missed the taste of your pussy on my tongue. I’ve missed how much you cream for me.’ My words are viscerally tearing her insides as she shakes from my words. Yeah, she’s thirsty for my tongue, alright.

I smirk at her worming under me. My hands are still her hips as I roughly kiss my way down her tummy, leaving harsh burns along her skin. With the tip of my nose, I nuzzle between her legs, throwing them over my shoulder. Inhaling and groaning at her wetness, I can’t hold out any longer. I lick a stripe up her seam over her sheer panties, which in a second are about to join the other scraps of lace around her. Sensing my plan, Amity stops me.

‘Don’t you dare,’ she says in warning, sitting up on her arms.

‘Too late and too bad, baby.’ With that declaration, I tear them off with my teeth, spitting them out like I’m some sort of carnivorous animal.

Eyeing her glistening pussy, I know my thirst for her is about to be satiated. There is nothing better for a man’s ego when he can see the effect he’s having on a woman. Unable to hold back anymore, I lick a clean line straight from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit, making her shout.

‘Fuck, Linc.’ She twists and turns her head on the pillow, both hands going to the back of my head to hold my swirling tongue down. She’s not stronger than me though.

‘You like that, baby?’ I start playing with her clit forcefully with two of my fingers. Rubbing her raw, I feel her start to shake.

‘Don’t…you…dare…stop. Fuck. How the fuck did I live without this?’ she pants as my tongue licks up and down her middle again, before plunging it in and out of her tight hole. Her thighs try to clamp my head, but I forcefully open them with my hands, spreading them wide open. ‘Please,’ she jerks. Just when she gets used to me working my tongue against her pussy, I bite her clit hard, sending her to climax heaven.

‘Yes, yes, yes, yes.’ Her uninhibited shrieks are so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to make her throat go even more hoarse. Her toes curl on my back; I’m sure they’re cramping as her body begins to violently shake. One orgasm rolls into another, her screams echoing around the room, bouncing off the walls. Just as she’s about to come down, I pull my head back, spit on her pussy and massage three fingers into her all at the same time.

‘Ahhh.’ Her body vaults up, but I slam her back down with my other hand so she can’t move.

She seizes into another orgasm, this time, I feel her clench around my fingers. Needing to heighten the intensity, I shake my stubble back and forth over her reddened clit, stoking the fire into a blazing inferno. Twisting my wrist, she detonates. ‘Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m coming again. I can’t take anymore. You have to stop.’ Her pleas fall on deaf ears. There’s no way I’m fucking stopping. I want her red raw, even if it’s proving too much for her tight, little body.

I tongue her ass, loving how she tightens around my tongue. Tipping my head back, I see a fresh load of cream trickling out. I love when she comes for me. I love seeing her slick and dripping. I love when it’s on my tongue, but even more, I love pushing it back into both her holes just to see her squeeze it out again. Massaging it back inside her is like an entrancing game.

‘Tell me how I make you squirt, my sweet, sexy, siren of a slut?’ I bite the inside of her thighs as I prepare to bring on the onslaught of all orgasms. She’s delirious, but she hears me.

‘Rub my clit, really hard and fast.’ She barely breathes it out, but now I have my instruction manual, I’m prepared to succeed at all costs.

‘Come for me one more time, baby, and I’ll fuck the life out of you. You got that, Hart?’ Her accepting moans tells me she’s up to the task.

I sit up on my knees, wrapping her legs around my waist. Leaning over, I balance myself on one hand, while I start ministrations with the other. I use all four fingers to thrum over her sensitive bud, increasing the intensity and speed with every stroke. She bucks up, meeting me stroke for stroke, her tummy tensing and going taut.

‘Linc. Linc. Linc,’ she chants, freezing in a half sit-up position as she starts to come.

Pure. Fucking. Magic.

Ducking down so my head is level with her cunt, I continue rubbing back and forth as she lets out another silent scream, this time flailing backwards. A second gush is ripped from her body, this time spraying my sheets and my face simultaneously. Fucking delicious. I catch what I can in my mouth, letting the rest trickle where it may. When I know she’s spent and there’s nothing left, I let her melt into the mattress. I bask in how come-filled and messy she is, from her face to her pussy. She’s my wet dream come to life.

Flopping down beside her, I pull her come-covered body on mine, kissing her deeply. My cock is hard as a rock again, and it’s only a matter of minutes before I’m inside her. I’ll give her a couple of minutes of rest, but that’s it.

‘You ready for me to live inside you for the rest of the night?’ I groan as her soft hand strokes me up and down.

‘Should I get on top?’ she coos, kissing my lips, my jaw, my neck.

It’s hard to comprehend that this insatiable, sensual woman is the same sweet Amity who was in my bed all those years ago.

‘Get the fuck on my dick.’ My hand collides with the cheek of her ass, the sting music to my ears.

‘Will you come inside me?’ she asks in a strangled voice as she sits atop of me.

One arm locks around my neck, while the other fiddles with my cock as she lines herself up. When she slides down, her warm, tight pussy expands to let me in. Giving no wriggle room, she locks both arms around my neck and starts riding me.

With a quick flick of her sweaty hair over the side of her neck, I finally have access to her skin. My hands find her ass, lifting her up and down my throbbing cock.

‘You’re finally inside me again,’ she coos as I suck on her neck. I lick her collarbone, neck, chest, any part of her my tongue can reach.

Jackhammering into her, I drive her down with a force I’ve never used before on a woman. I know I hit the right spots when she chants my name like it’s a fucking affirmation.

Reaching down, I play with her clit, hoping to fuck I paralyse her into another orgasm.

‘Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. Fuck me and break me.’ My groans deafen around us. I don’t know how priests and nuns fucking do it, living without sex. I feel bad for every holy man and woman on earth, deprived of this nirvana feeling.

I can feel my cock expand, growing thicker and fuller inside her, stretching me to the core. Her palms pinch my shoulders as I keep thrusting into her as she bounces.

‘I’m throbbing inside you, baby. Look, can you see it pumping deep inside?’ We both look down in awe together, seeing her cum coat my cock.

‘It’s so hot, baby. Your come. I can feel it pouring inside of me. Fuck, it feels so good.’ My lips connect with her throat as we both come together.

‘Come for me again, baby. I need you to squirt all over me.’ I plunge her down on my cock, my balls hitting her clit with a powerful force. Her head flies back and I’m sure I’m tearing her pussy apart with the way it splits open around me. ‘That’s it, Hart. That’s it. You’re so amazing baby, such an amazing fucking slut for my cock. That’s it. Good girl.’

I continue to fuck her into the night, once in her ass and twice again in her pussy. By the time I’m finished with her, she looks like a cum slut dripping in me. Who the fuck knew this filthy girl was hiding underneath those layers all those years ago?

By the time I’m done with her, she’s spent and I’m starving.

‘Food?’ I ask, slapping her ass. She’s currently lying on her stomach, hugging the pillow.

‘Just water.’

My eyes furrow. It has been hours since we’ve even come up for breath, and I’m sure she’s just as zapped of energy as I am. I need a protein shake, or a piece of bread, or something, otherwise I’ll faint. It’s impossible that she isn’t as ravished as I am. The size of her alone tells me she needs to eat something before she passes out.

‘Stop thinking. Stop overanalysing. Stop ruining the moment. I can hear you thinking from here,’ she groans, turning her angelic face to me. Her mascara is smudged under her eyes, making her look like a panda. She’s sinfully gorgeous. ‘If I eat now, I’ll feel bloated and disgusting, which will make my mind tick and itch until I eventually give in and go to the bathroom and stick my hands down my throat. Please don’t make me do that. I get triggered by late night snacks.’ Her voice is so soft and sad, I almost hate myself for caring so goddamn much about her.

I stroke her back soothingly, loving how the feel of her skin is almost the same velvet of my sheets, which are saturated. ‘What about when we used to pig out late at night?’ I remember all the times we used to eat pizza, chocolate and lollies during our movie marathons, or order french fries from Mcdonalds after the handful of times we had sex.

‘That’s when it all started. I used to feel so ashamed of my overeating and inability to control myself. I comfort ate even more when I was sent to Sydney, and then after…everything that happened, it’s like my binge eating multiplied at times when I wasn’t eating at all. I was using injections, exercising, starving, vomiting and bingeing. It was a rollercoaster. My therapist told me to avoid late night snacking because it leads to bingeing.’ Now it makes sense. These are the hurdles we still have to get through. I had no idea, and why would I?

Still unhappy with her not eating anything, I begin to compromise. ‘How about I get you a bottle of water, and maybe a couple of strawberries or slices of apple?’

She mulls over my offer. I see her warring eyes, and this time I know what she’s thinking without even asking. She’s thinking that she doesn’t want to disappoint me, but also about the consequences if she eats a couple of pieces of fruit. With a little nod, she flops her head back down on the pillow. Before I leave the bed, I glide the sheet up her spine, kissing the top of her neck. I don’t want her to get a chill while I’m gone, but mark my words, the sheet is only temporary.

As I make my way back downstairs, I make a note not to trigger her further and decide to eat in the kitchen. She doesn’t need to see me chow down a cup of two minute noodles and half a pack of Iced Vovos. After ten or so minutes, I make my way back upstairs, juggling the plate with half a pear on it and the bottle of water, which has condensation leaking down my hand.

‘I’ll leave it on the bedside,’ I say, placing the contents down and giving her cheek a kiss. ‘I’m going to go get a warm cloth and clean you up, okay?’ I decide it’s best to leave her to make her own decision on whether she wants to eat the fruit or not. She doesn’t need additional pressure from me.

Taking longer than usual, I leave the tepid water running a while as I take a leak. My poor, exhausted cock hangs limply. He hasn’t gotten that much action in a while. Flushing, I go to the tap and rinse my hands. Leaning over, I grab a hand towel and run it under the stream. Wringing it out just enough, I turn off the faucet and leisurely stroll back into my room.

Amity has the sheet pulled up under her armpits and is staring at the fruit as if it’s offensive. She flip flops between taking a bite and popping the plate down, but eventually she takes a nibble and chews slowly. I’m proud of her, but I don’t make a big deal.

‘Lose the sheet, Hart.’ My voice is gruff, knowing I’m about to set site on her fuckable tits. She does as I say, taking little bites of the pear. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my breath is stolen from me as I see her propped up. This is where she belongs. Where she’s always belonged. ‘You’re so goddamn beautiful.’ A small shy smile greets me in return. It’s like she still needs convincing.

While she nibbles away, I start wiping the remnants of our fucking off her body, starting on her cheek and working my way down to her sweet pussy. When I’m done, I give her pussy a kiss, making her shudder.

‘Don’t start what you can’t finish, Linc,’ she challenges me with a quirk of her eyebrow, placing the plate on the bedside once more. I’m thrilled to see all three pieces of the fruit have vanished.

‘Who says I can’t finish, baby?’ And just like that, I dive back down and bury my head in her pussy.

The last of Amity’s bags are sitting at the foot of Uncle Mark’s stairwell. Dad, Rome, Uncle Mark and a teary Lily and Jas are standing around as if they are at a wake. To be honest, I feel pretty much the same. It brings back harsh memories of when she left for Sydney all those years ago. I’m not really sure when I’ll see her again, and it’s unsettling.

For the better part of the last few days, I’ve lived inside her, only really letting her go when she had to have some girl time with Lily, or take a business meeting. We’ve done a lot of connecting for sure, but reconnecting? I don’t think we had made as much progress as we hoped we would.

Watching her say goodbye to those who matter the most is shattering. She’s my heart, and with her leaving, she’s taking it with her. I stand numbly with my hands in my pockets, sulking at the prospect of going stretches of weeks, or even months without her. She may as well have just packed up my heart along with the rest of her belongings.

Her leaving is a stark reminder that her life is based in Los Angeles, and her job takes her all around the world—away from me. We haven’t made firm plans on when we’ll see each other next, with us being casual and all, and it is fucking killing me. It’s killing me that our status is so airy fairy, and that we haven’t committed to spending actual time with each other.

I offered to drive her to the airport—or more like insisted. Uncle Mark still isn’t able to drive yet, and is heading into the hospital with Lily for a rehab session. Rome has something on with his parents, and I already warned/threatened Dad and Jas not to utter a word about coming along.

I want the last moments with Amity. We’ve spent years apart, so every second matters.

‘You’ll be home right before Christmas, right?’ Uncle Mark asks, pulling her in for a side hug and kissing her temple.

‘Yep, and Mum is too. I think she’s planning to stay a while, even after I have to jet off.’ I can hear the hope in her voice, despite her sniffles and red-rimmed eyes at leaving her dad.

‘Oh, she didn’t mention it,’ Uncle Mark says casually. ‘Is she staying here?’

Amity rolls her eyes. ‘Of course. Where else would she stay? Dad, it’s not like I’m not old enough to know what you two get up to when she comes to visit.’ My dad chuckles while Rome and Jas smirk, but it’s Lily’s stiffened posture that draws my curiosity.

A nervous laugh escapes Uncle Mark’s mouth, and I’m definitely intrigued by his awkward behaviour.

‘Right, well, I guess we’ll both see you then. It’s only a couple of months.’

‘We really should get going, Hart,’ I prompt.

Her eyes bounce around the room once more before she extracts herself from her dad. ‘Take care, yeah?’ she tells him. He nods. ‘I’ll call you when I land.’

‘And me,’ Lily chirps.

‘And me,’ Rome adds.

‘I’ll text or call all of you.’ With a small smile, I help her with her bags. I have so much I want to say, but at the same time, I don’t want to overwhelm her or scare her with the enormity of my feelings.

I place her bags in the boot of my car and open the door to the passenger side.

As I punch in the quickest way to the airport into the navigator, I see Amity fidgeting with the hem of her flowy black dress. She looks comfortable, casual, but stylish at the same time. It might look like an ordinary dress, but the way she wears it and accessorises it, she looks like a model who’s escaped the pages of a fashion magazine.

‘Linc?’ Her murmur cuts through Siri talking.

‘Hmmm?’ I’m partially focused on the traffic jam, and partially distracted by my thoughts that these are our last moments together.

‘My flight isn’t for another five hours.’

Wait. What? My head snaps in her direction as the car jerks from my sudden braking.

She has a look of mischief in her eyes as she places her hand on my knee. An instant thrill zips up my body at her touch.

‘Yeah, we have about two hours to kill before I actually need to get to the airport.’

‘But how? Why?’ I’m more than perplexed.

‘Because I wanted to spend some more time with you.’ She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but it’s the biggest fucking deal. For the first time, she’s really initiated spending more time with me, as opposed to me begging her for a scrap of attention.

Too in shock to pivot our plans, I continue along the road to the airport.

‘Let’s head to Kirra Hill lookout and just park around there?’ she suggests. I nod mutely. ‘Want me to pop it in the navigator?’ I nod again. I’m afraid that if I talk, I’ll become emotional at the thoughtful gesture.

It’s peak hour, so when we arrive, the day is getting ready to make its transition to dusk, making the sky blush peachy pink and orange. Amity’s flight isn’t until nine P.M., giving us a couple of hours to bask in each other one last time. The car park is virtually empty, which isn’t unusual for a Monday afternoon, so I park closest to the edge and away from any stray cars. I want complete and utter privacy and serenity with Hart.

‘This is nice,’ she murmurs as she rests her head back on the headrest, looking out towards the sparkling sea.

‘Are the beaches not like this back in LA?’ I turn my body towards hers, unclicking my seatbelt.

‘I have the best view from my condo, but I meant that it’s nice to share these moments with someone.’ My hand whisks a few strands of her hair back from her face. It’s so soft, and I’m terrified that I won’t get to tangle my fingers in it soon for quite some time.

Glancing at me shyly, she gifts me with a megawatt smile, before it slightly dims. ‘So, I think we need to chat about my next couple of months. They’re going to be crazy,’ she starts, gauging my reaction, which is wholly interested in what she’s saying. ‘My schedule is not only jam packed, but it can change at any moment. Plans can change literally at any moment.’

I slowly nod my head. ‘It’s okay, Hart, I understand. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for you forever. You just call or text whenever you get a chance, but don’t feel obligated.’

She looks relieved and grateful that I’m so accommodating.

‘I know we agreed to keep us casual and see where things go, so I wanted to just adjust both our expectations, or remove them, so there’s no pressure on either of us.’ My heart doesn’t just deflate at her words, it busts.

I don’t want her thinking just because she’s labelling us as casual, that I feel the same. ‘I know we agreed to take it slow, but nothing about my feelings towards you are casual. I don’t want us to think this is a way to opt-out. I want to get to the part where we’re serious, so I’m going to prove that to you in any and every which way I can.’ I swallow a lump in my throat, waiting for her response.

A light red stains her cheeks as she looks out the window again. ‘I am serious about giving us another chance,’ she says softly. ‘I want us to find our way back to each other. It’s just that the girl you knew, the one who was available 24/7, isn’t here anymore. My life is vastly different, and I don’t want you to think I’m forgetting about us or not prioritising us. I genuinely want us to try again, and see if we’re truly meant to be.’

‘Hart.’ I grab both her warm hands, tugging her towards me. ‘There is no one else for me. This is meant to be. We’re meant to be. If it takes a little longer to actually be together, that’s fine, but I am never letting you go again, or giving you a reason for us to be apart.’ I squeeze her hands to reiterate just how true my words are.

She squeezes mine back. ‘Okay.’

Instead of letting go completely, she pulls one hand away from mine and starts fingering the palm of my hands. I look at her questionably as she stares down at the patterns she’s making. Hearing her hum and lazily rub her fingers across my skin sends an excited shiver up my neck. Even though the touch is simple, it’s sensual at the same time, and it is making my cock swell beneath my jeans. I feel my breath become shallow the more she traces the grooves of my hand.

‘These hands,’ she murmurs out loud.

‘What about them?’ The octave of my voice lowers to bedroom level and sounds strangled.

‘They’re like magic. The way you create dream homes and use a pen on a paper. It’s mesmerising.’ When she was practically locked up in my home, she saw a few of the sketches I’d drawn for some upcoming homes. Littered among those was the properly scaled, detailed drawing of the home we’d created together all those years ago on a napkin. Without a doubt, she had to have noticed it was the one we designed together, but instead of commenting on it, she daintily swirled her finger around the outlines and moved on. ‘But when you touch my body with them, I feel like I’m a work of art under your hands. Like you make me come alive.’

Speechless and idiotic, I just blink at her. I hope like hell this is leading to a bit of public exhibitionism. My cock is well ahead of me, sticking up like a flag pole. Swallowing the pool of saliva and licking my dry lips, I finally find my voice. ‘They were always made for you, Hart. They’re incapable of staying away from perfection, and you, baby, are perfection.’ I watch avidly as she runs her delicate thumb in circles up one of my wrists, stroking the pulse point.

My mouth is open as if I’m waiting to catch flies with it, and I know I must have the most stupid look on my face, but I can’t help it when she’s taking control like this. It is such a juxtaposition of how she was in the past—which I need to reconcile with.

Goosebumps continue to prickle along my arm, hairs standing on end. ‘Linc?’ Her voice is silky and smooth, and I want to record it and listen to it over and over. Her gaze isn’t on my hands anymore, it’s on me. And I swear, I could mistake her for a siren right now with how she’s peeking up at me from beneath her long lashes in a sinful sultry and sexy manner.

‘Y-yeah?’ I stutter like a bumbling fool.

‘How long do I have to keep stroking you before you make a move? A very naked move?’

It takes less than a second for me to crash my lips against hers. Swallowing her giggle, we both end up in a low moan as my mouth eagerly covers hers. With our tongues tangled in frantic passion, I know it’s not nearly enough for both of us. As my hands bury in her hair, I take complete and utter control of the kiss, breaking away from her mouth, trailing wet, hot kisses down the side of her face and neck. Her gasps torment me as her hands find their way to the zipper of my jeans.

‘Linc…,’ she pants as she fumbles to slide it down. The console is a huge fucking barrier to what I want to do with her now, but my mind hasn’t made up whether or not I want her straddling me on the front seat, or have her flat on her back in the back.

‘What do you need, baby?’ I demand, biting down on her neck. ‘Tell me what you want me to do to your body. How do you want me to make you come?’ Finally, she releases my throbbing cock and I immediately moan at the contact of her hand on my bare skin. ‘Fuck.’ I feel her swipe the pre-cum leaking from my slit as she starts working her hand up and down.

‘I…I…I…need your cock inside me.’

Cupping the back of her neck, I roughly bring my mouth down firmly on hers again. Opening and accepting my desperate kiss, our teeth clash and lips are bitten. ‘Do you want my cock in your pussy or your ass, baby?’

‘Yes.’ It isn’t a response, but I can work with it.

‘Get in the back. Now,’ I growl. ‘I want you naked.’ She clumsily yet somehow gracefully crawls over the centre console and starts stripping to my command. I’m too big to do what she did, so I yank my door open and dive into the backseat, which she’s thoughtfully opened for me.

Is what we are doing risky at fuck in almost broad daylight? You bet it is, but I would gladly risk a criminal record just to be inside Amity.

‘Suck my cock. Choke on it, so it’s nice and wet for when I shove it up your cunt and ass.’ A horny cry escapes her lips.

On prayerful knees, she starts worshipping my dick. I thank Christ for two things in this moment: The fact that I moved the seat as far forward as possible, and Amity’s mouth. Her eyelids are heavy with lust as she stares up at me with reverence. Her lush lips are swollen and red, greedy and devouring. Her naked, heaving breasts are a temptation of their own, and I can’t help but pinch both sets of nipples, causing her to suction me harder. As she gobbles me, my hands fly to the back of her head, holding her down. I want to hear the gurgling sounds and have her saliva pool from the sides of her lips. I want to see her eyes water to the point that they leave track marks down her cheeks. I want to feel the breath being stolen from her lungs as it’s replaced with my cock. It’s only when she digs her hands into my knees, and her face is sufficiently pressed into my groin, that I let her come up for air. ‘Such a filthy slut for me, aren’t you.’ I stare at her in awe while she looks at me, dazed and nodding. I swipe my palm across her messy face, giving her a light slap across her cheek to let her know she’s done well. ‘Turn around and sit on me. Stuff my cock in your wet pussy, Hart.’

Again, she obeys like a submissive little slut, and it’s making my dick turn to steel.

‘Just like this?’ She grounds herself against my hard cock before slipping it inside her. We both moan and suck in a slow breath. ‘Oh. Right there,’ she moans as the last inch fits inside her. God, she’s heavenly. The feel of her walls squeezing me is nirvana. Pressing her back to my chest, I make sure she has no room to escape. One arm bands around her stomach, while my free hand fiddles with her clit.

Shit yeah. This is going to be good.