Pieces of Us

Chapter 36 A Place For My Head

Lincoln

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this elated to see her green eyes turn from dim to sparkling. Her mouth parts when she first sees me, making my shoulders slump, thinking perhaps I’ve been too presumptuous coming here. The truth is that I was going stir crazy back home.

It’s like I am a recovering alcoholic who’s jumped off the bandwagon after long bouts of sobriety. The first taste of her all those weeks ago was intoxicating, and I want to remain drunk on her forever.

Wrapping my arms around her waist feels right. Feels whole. Quenching my thirst, she pulls my face to hers, covering my mouth in a delicious kiss. I groan and take over control as she steadies herself against me, encircling her hands around my neck, stroking the soft hair at the nape.

It’s evident that our time spent apart, seeing and hearing but not being able to touch, has intensified our longing for each other. The feel of her soft body pulls against my taut one. I’m not oblivious that I’m sporting a hard-on, which is directly rubbing into her silky groin area. Strengthening my grip on her, one hand shuffles down to her satin-clad ass. Giving it a squeeze, she mewls into my mouth.

Her home is far back from the main road, private and quiet, making me feel like we’re the only two people in the world. I won’t lie, I like the fact that there will be few interruptions while I stay here. Fast running out of breath, she pulls away, and I lower her feet to the ground. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her go. My arms come down protectively over her shoulders as I pull her to my chest and give the top of her head a kiss.

She lets out a long exhale, and it’s only now that I realise she has felt the pressure of not being with me, too.

‘Come on,’ she says softly, slipping her hand in mine.

My hand squeezes hers, letting her take the lead as I pick up my gym bag, slinging it over my shoulder before wheeling my suitcase behind me. We’re silent as we retreat further into her home, but it’s not tense or awkward. Don’t get me wrong, there’s palpable tension, but it’s overtly sexual and crackles between us.

Amity is walking at such a quick pace through her home that I don’t even have enough time to take in the style of her home, whether her couch is cream or coffee, or even how many rooms she has. There is a slight salty breeze coming from somewhere, which I assume is from the ocean view I can see through the panel of glass that spans the entire back of the house.

Before I can take a closer look, Amity yanks my hand, tugging me up the stairs to the left. I stumble slightly, nearly tripping over the first stair. I leave both bags at the bottom before she pulls the socket from my shoulder. Taking two at a time, I practically leap up the staircase. Once we’re in what I assume is her bedroom, judging by the rumpled sheets and strewn clothes everywhere, Amity turns to me again and fastens her lips on mine.

I immediately grab for her, both our instincts wanting and needing to be connected. ‘Fuck, Hart,’ I groan as I palm her ass before lifting her and pinning to the closest wall. Moaning into my mouth, she wraps her legs around my waist, her back banging brutally as we go at it. Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging at the strands to keep my lips on hers. I’m thrusting my cock into her groin again, making her pant each time I hit that secret spot.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I need verification she definitely wants to do this. ‘Baby, you sure?’ She nods her head in a lusty daze. ‘I didn’t come here for this. I promise.’ She giggles, planting sweet kisses on my face and neck.

‘Fuck me now. Talk later. Much, much later.’

‘I don’t think I can be gentle. Once I get you on your bed, I’m going to fuck you so hard.’ Her eyes are molten lava as I look directly in them and tell her exactly what I plan on doing to her for the foreseeable future.

Knowing she rarely has a gap in her busy schedule, I ensured when her free days were with Uncle Mark. It didn’t take a lot of convincing to take some time off, but a heck of a lot of planning to line my ducks all up in a row.

‘If your cock isn’t in me in less than a minute, I’m going to fuck myself with one of my toys,’ she threatens lightly, licking the shell of my ear and sending exquisite shivers to race down my spine.

Spinning us around, I upend her on her bed, making her squeal as she bounces. Resting on her elbows, she watches me strip faster than the speed of light, kicking off my shoes and divesting of my trackies. Once my shirt is thrown in some general direction, landing on a pile of clothes on the floor, I shove my briefs down, revealing my twitching cock.

‘Get rid of the robe, baby.’ She sexily unties the belt, exposing her nearly naked body underneath. I’ll never get over the sight of her breasts. I am just as obsessed with them now as I was when they developed all those years ago. I used to spend hours touching and sucking them, but our time was cut short before I could fuck them how I wanted. While my body aches to do just that, I’m too horny to not be inside her.

She goes to remove her G-string, but somehow it’s sexier to me if she leaves it on. I’m having vivid images of her pulling it to the side while I plunge deep inside her. I want to feel the coarseness of it rubbing on my dick as I fuck into her. ‘Leave your G on.’ Greedy eyes drink me in as I stalk towards her.

My mouth waters the closer I get. There isn’t a single thing I would change about this stunning woman in front of me—back then or now. She’s magnificent. She grins at me with hooded eyes as I crawl over her. Her lips connect with my torso as she shuffles her way down.

‘Uh, uh, uh, where do you think you’re going?’ I half flatten her on the bed, pinning her arms over her head as I wait for her answer.

‘I was thinking I could swallow your delicious cock. Is it bigger?’ she cocks cheekily, her eyes darting down to my straining dick. I laugh, giving her a quick kiss to her mouth.

‘Baby, if your mouth goes anywhere near my cock right now, I’ll blow all over your face.’ She bites her bottom lip, as if she’s contemplating what she wants more. I see the need in her eyes that she needs to feel equally debased and loved. ‘How about I fuck you and cum all over you?’ She readily agrees, nodding eagerly.

Her room is spacious and light, thanks to the floor to ceiling window that leads out to a balcony overlooking the sea. It delights me to know I will be able to see every single expression that flits over her face. I don’t give a flying fuck if anyone can see us from the sandy edges.

I give my cock a few pumps, my thumb swiping the pearl that has appeared on my slit. Bringing it to her mouth, I watch her eagerly as she sucks the tiny drip. She moans in frustration with all of my teasing.

‘Linc, fuck me now, or so help me God, my double dildo is going to be the only thing going in my holes tonight.’ Her haughty look makes me wild. I can only imagine how her clit is throbbing for my touch.

‘Baby, that’s not even a slight threat for me. We’ll do that later. I promise.’

Putting her out of her misery, my hand travels down her body until it finds her soaking pussy behind her G-string. I groan as the wetness coats my fingers. She’s so slippery and perfect. ‘Please’ Her little cries heighten everything in me. As I start rubbing slow circles over her clit, she writhes under me. Her eyes close in ecstasy, while I make a concerted effort to rake in every feature of her flawless face.

‘Look at me, baby. Look at me while I pull your G-string to the side and stuff you with my cock.’ Her eyes fly open as my tip enters and splits her.

‘Jesus,’ I grunt as she whimpers over and over and over.

Her back arches off the bed. If you asked me what colour her bedspread or sheets are, I’d have no clue. My entire being is centred solely on Amity and the feel of her hot, wet pussy, squeezing my cock.

Without taking my eyes off hers, I dip my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth. They’re erect and look like little raspberries, which I want to devour. Biting down, I watch her squirm under me. Licking the sting away, I follow the same pattern with the other. Her hands dig into my back, pushing me to her chest. After I’ve sufficiently sucked them, my mouth finds hers again in a frenzy. Tilting her hips more, I wildly and savagely fuck into her.

My digit finds her sensitive bud again, causing her to tighten her legs around me. I love when she traps me to her. Needing increased access, I reach down and snap her G-string off, allowing me to rub her clit furiously.

‘More,’ she demands, her hips rocking up. ‘Fucking fuck me, Lincoln. Fuck my pussy and rub my clit,’ she cries out.

As I pummel in and out of her, I start grunting like an animal.

‘I’m so close, Linc. Baby, I’m so close. Rub me harder.’ She’s desperate and urgent, and the need in her eyes is filled with love and adoration and wonder, as if she’s exploring a new world for the first time. I can see the moment our past, present and future connects in her eyes.

‘Fucking take it, baby. Take everything. I can feel how close you are. Your tight cunt is holding me inside you.’

She whimpers as she gears up to detonate. Throwing her head back, I know it’s coming any moment. I feel my skin slapping against hers, my balls tightening each time they hit her ass.

‘I’m so close. I’m so close. I’m so close,’ she chants.

‘Come on my cock, baby, before I come all over your face.’ And just like that, her body spasms as a wave of pleasure crashes over her. She cries out to an almost scream, wriggling around me, as if it’s too much pleasure. I barely pull my cock out of her pussy before I start spraying her body. Spurts land on her chest as I try with all my might to angle it to her parted mouth and face. ‘Fuck,’ I roar, as ropes of my cum spray into her mouth, on her cheek and across her right eye. She laps it up like it’s her favourite meal. My messy girl is filthy, and it’s an incredible sight to see. As if the wind has been knocked from my sails, I shakily stare down at her as she starts swallowing the cum that she’s scooped up from her cheeks and eye. The last that enters her mouth is the remnants she retrieves from her breasts. As she moans around her fingers, slurping and sucking, I feel my cock rise again.

‘So good, baby. So, so good,’ she coos as she opens her mouth to show me she’s finished it all. Jesus, just seeing her open wide to show me the lingering cum is a turn on. I flop to my back, swiftly pulling her on top of me so I can lick inside her mouth. I take her head in my hands and force her to give me a sloppy, wet kiss. The tingly aftermath of both of our orgasms linger as we drift back down to earth. The open kiss peters out to soft pecks.

When we’re both too exhausted to continue, her cheek rests in the crook of my neck, both our hearts in sync with each other. When she tries to move, I cage her in. ‘Let me hold you, Hart. I don’t want to let you go.’ Yet. Ever. Those two words are on the tip of my tongue, but I reserve them for later, when we’re both not sex-drunk.

I breathe in the smell of our sex, sweat and detect a hint of lavender and jasmine, which I know is from having a recent bath. Lately, she’s told me it calms her in the midst of chaos. The feel of her breath on my neck and intermittent kisses on my neck are comforting. I stroke the softness of her skin, my fingers tracing leisurely circles up and down her spine.

‘Thank you,’ she says, so softly that I almost miss it.

‘For what, Hart?’

‘For coming back to me.’ Her voice is laced with such emotion, I can feel the cracks in her heart starting to repair at her admission.

‘Always, baby.’ I turn to kiss her head.

‘And thank you for coming when I needed you. I don’t know how you knew…but you did.’

‘I came because I needed you,’ I concede. ‘You’re a part of me.’ Her breath hitches. ‘You’ll always be the best part of me.’

I am lucky enough that she is even giving me a second chance, and I’ll be damned if I leave anything unsaid on my feelings for her on my end.

‘How long are you here for?’

‘Three days. I wish it was longer.’ I have such regrets that this trip is so short, but I need to get back home to the pile of work awaiting me.

She pauses. ‘Three days to show you my world.’

We don’t leave her bed for the rest of the night. We even watch the sun set with my cock still and safe inside her. The comfort of just being in her warm heat is settling for both of us, but of course, it leads to her riding me. I make a mental note to ask her about birth control tomorrow. We haven’t used a condom once, and there’s definitely enough come inside her to make a baby, if she isn’t on anything.

The next few days are bliss. I meet all of her team, taking an instant liking to her agent, Joan, who seems like a slightly wacky second mum to Amity. She looks like a gypsy and marches to the beat of her own drum. This was evident when we found her sitting outside Amity’s door, apparently ‘waiting for us to finish’. When Hart opened the door, she almost fell over the woman, who then proceeded to give me ‘ten out of ten’ for making ‘her girl come’.

From that point on, I’ve just agreed with everything she said, because quite frankly, I am a little terrified of her. She seems to be a big-wig in Los Angeles, which was evident wherever we went and in the respect people showed her.

I saw how extraordinary Amity is and her ridiculously meticulous work ethic. We went to an Ami-tea tea tasting, which was shortly followed by a photoshoot with her for the marketing campaign. Then we went and shot one of her interviews, which required her to get her make-up and hair done in the moving car. The Bras and Stars interview took place at Fox Studios and was with the cast of the new Marvel movie. It’s safe to say I’ve never been so starstruck in my life. My mouth hung open the entire time as she effortlessly got through the interview without a nerve in sight. They even asked her if she wanted to be an extra, to which she declined, due to the fact she didn’t have a spare second in her day.

Later that evening, we had a paid party to attend, where Jagger met us. My ego took a slight bruising when a pap asked me to get out of the shot so they could just take a photo of them. I knew they wanted to instigate or add fuel to the fire that they were a couple. As I shrank away, I thought about how to approach this situation later. Fortunately, I only took a step before Amity reached for my arm and told the photographers that I’d be staying in the shots. They asked all sorts of invasive questions, which all three of us ignored.

Bythe time day one was done, I was beat. Amity still had some phone calls to make, which ended up being around two hours in total. She didn’t hit bed until just before two A.M.. Before falling asleep, she set her alarm for six A.M. As much as I wanted to be inside her, I knew she needed her rest, so I settled for our naked bodies cuddling.

Much to my surprise, I had woken to her head bobbing under the sheets with my cock in her mouth. She woke up fifteen minutes earlier to show me how much she appreciated that I was willing to give up sight-seeing so we could spend as much time together. I joined her for a quick workout, which was torture for my inflated cock as I struggled to watch her get through her 250 squats. While she jumped in the shower, I made a green-approved smoothie with what I could find in her fridge. Was it my choice of breakfast? Bleh. No. But, I had to start learning and adapting to her lifestyle, which meant understanding what she liked to eat to not trigger her spirals. By eight, we were on our way to the factory to see her lingerie and bikini line, which much to my delight ,was followed by another photoshoot of her in them. As she was finishing, we snuck into her change room and squeezed in a quickie with her bent over the small styling station. In the afternoon, she had a bunch of interviews to plan for with the team, which gave me the opportunity to stroll along the beach. That evening, she cancelled her appearance and stayed with me.

Considering I had to leave the next afternoon, I wasn’t sure what was planned for my last morning here, but Amity promised it would be something ‘just for us’.

‘We’re nearly there.’ Her hand squeezes mine. My bags are in the back of the chauffeured car, which is how she gets around when she’s in Los Angeles. I can see she’s slightly exhausted by the dark circles under her eyes, and unlike the last couple of days, she’s gone sans make-up. She’s also dressed down in tights, runners and a sports bra with a jacket over the top. We’re going to hike up to the Hollywood sign after wherever this ominous/mysterious meeting is.

It’s a stupid realisation, but it’s the first time we’ve matched the whole time I’ve been here. I’ve been dressed down in jeans over the past two days, while she’s been all glitz and glam. I know we’re each other’s perfect match, and that clothes don’t matter, but I’m afraid that the public will see she’s slumming it with me and think I’m below her. I want to be someone she’s proud to have on her arm. She hasn’t made me feel this way in the slightest. In fact, she’s gone out of her way to make me feel seen, included and loved every chance she gets, but I’ve just felt so insecure beside her. She’s the world’s sexiest sweetheart, and I know everyone must be scratching their heads, wondering what the fuck she’s doing with me.

‘Thanks, Charles. We’ll be back in about two hours, maybe a little over.’

The building we’ve pulled up at gives away nothing. It’s just a nondescript building that could be anything from an office or a gym. For all I know, we could be looking at more real estate for Amity. Unlike usual Los Angeles streets, this one has less hustle and bustle. There isn’t much action, not even so much as a cafe in sight. Taking this all in, I have to think we’re in some sort of business district that is much more boring than the Hollywood Walk of Fame that tourists flock to.

Slipping out of the car behind me, Amity goes straight to a door and rings the bell. Earlier in the morning, she had her nail technician come over and give her a new manicure. Her black, glossy cuticles have unlocked a new fetish in me, where I want to record and take pictures of her hands wrapped around my cock, or scratching down my back. They’re sexy as fuck, and it’s a stark reminder of how much of a woman she’s grown into. I can’t remember a time where she had long nails when we were in high school.

My eyes wander down to her perky ass that I know is only encasing a thin string between her cheeks underneath her tights. I have the urge to reach out and squeeze her, but I refrain. I’m thankfully saved by the white wooden door swinging back to reveal a middle-aged woman with long, bleached blonde hair. Her lips are ruby red, and she’s wearing matching red oversized cat glass. She’s just as dressed down as us.

Greeting Amity with a wide smile, she pulls her in for a warm hug. ‘It has been too long!’ she smiles, patting her back. Pulling away, she turns her gaze to me. ‘Ah, and you must be Lincoln. I’m April.’ Her tone is warm and inviting, but also curious and knowing as she shakes my hand.

‘Thank you so much for seeing us on such short notice.’ Amity is slightly guarded, which makes me wonder who the hell this woman is.

‘Oh, I’ve waited a long time for this.’ She turns, assuming we’ll just follow her, which of course we do. It takes a short walk down the corridor before we turn right into a room that is clearly a therapist office. There are doctorates hanging on one side of a wall, and a bookshelf on the other that has all types of self-help books and journals. A neat table with a laptop sits away from the window, and right in the centre of the room is a square shape made up of lounges and chairs, where I presume the bulk of our session will take place. There’s also a bunch of candles and plants strewn around the home to make it feel more cosy and less scary.

‘Uh, Amity, sweetheart, care to shed some light on who April is?’ My hand goes to the small of her back as she looks up at me with saucer-wide eyes. I make sure to rub soothing circles, my thumb finding the slither of skin I can feel as her jacket has ridden up.

‘I was going to tell you. I promise. I just got so nervous, and April opened the door so fast, I didn’t get the chance.’ She is adorably waffling as she fumbles through her justification.

‘It’s okay, baby. Who’s April?’ I ask again.

‘My therapist.’ Her reply is sheepish, before jumping into an explanation. ‘You said you wanted to maybe do a session or sessions with me, and you wanted to understand some of my past, and I said I’d arrange something, and then you came and surprised me, and I thought what better time to do it than when we’re both in person, and April had a spot, and you’re leaving this afternoon, and, well, here we are.’ By the time she’s done, she huffing and puffing because of how fast she spoke without a breath.

‘It’s okay, Hart. I want to do this,’ I assure her, rubbing both her arms with my hands, before pulling her in for a chaste kiss on her lips.

When we part, I see April observing us with a pen in her mouth.

‘How do you feel that Amity didn’t tell you?’ She quizzes me. I know she wants me to say something along the lines of feeling blindsided, where I’m sure she’d analyse and attack, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

‘Fine. I wanted to do this, and I’m glad Amity wants to do it with me. I hope this is a good sign for us. As I’m sure you know, there’s a lot of history between us. I don’t want to implode us again, and I want to know how to help support Amity, so she thrives.’

April nods her head approvingly. ‘Sit. Sit.’ Waving her arms at the various chairs around the room. Taking a seat together on the couch, Amity shifts closer to me and links her hands.

‘Amity, how are you feeling? I know last week was tough. When we spoke I told you to get Joan to check you were eating. Did you?’

This is news to me. I cock my head in her direction at an explanation. She burrows her head into my arm, not looking at my slightly scrutenising eyes in any way. ‘You didn’t tell Linc, did you?’ April tutts.

‘I forgot with how busy I’ve been, and also because I’ve never really had to tell him before. I usually end up telling Lily or Rome, which I did, and they made sure to check in.’ It cuts thats he went to Lily and Rome with something this big, but I need to remind myself to be patient and understanding that for the longest of times I was on the periphery of her life.

‘Tell me what happened, Hart.’ My tone is gentle and encouraging, or at least I hope it is.

‘I was just really overwhelmed at work, and I hadn’t spoken to you because we kept missing each other, and I started overexercising and forgetting to eat again.’

‘Anything else set you off?’ I asked, knowing that perhaps it was her wandering thoughts that led her down the garden path.

‘I don’t want to sound obsessive or stalkerish, or crazy, but I was wondering who you were with. If you were missing me. If Billie came back around again and seduced you. How we would work with me here and you over there. It was just an endless culmination of dark thoughts, and work wasn’t helping either.’ My heart is bleeding as she lets me inside her mind.

‘How does that make you feel, Linc?’ April asks.

‘Heartbroken, and like I’ve failed her.’

‘Why?’

‘Because she was suffering and there was nothing I could do. I knew we kept missing each other’s calls, but between my projects and her schedule and our time difference, it was impossible to have a phone call. I thought my texts were enough, but I know now that they weren’t.’ It’s crushing to hear that I couldn’t be what she needed.

‘It’s not your fault my mind is so confused,’ Amity says, her voice cracking.

‘There’s nothing wrong with your mind, baby. We just need to ask April what we can do when you start having these thoughts.’ I kiss the top of her head, slouching back, ready to dive into the session for real.

‘Why don’t we start at the beginning. I have about two hours,’ April says, crossing one leg over the other. I know we need to get into the nitty gritty before we work out practical solutions to move forward. She asks a lot of invasive questions about our past, our relationship breakdown, Billie, my headspace and more. It’s all things I’ve rehashed with Amity, but opening up to April makes it feel even more real. April and Amity fill me in on her rehab stay, and a bit more about her lifelong struggle over weight.

‘What has been the hardest thing about all of this so far?’ April questions, as Amity sips on some tea.

‘Besides losing the love of my life for years?’ I sigh, exhaling heavily. ‘Knowing that I’m either the best or worst thing for her. I don’t want to be her trigger and hurt her. I need her to have complete faith and trust in me that I won’t break her again, or be the reason why she goes backwards. I have a fear that I’ll be too much of a trigger that she’ll end up thinking it’s easier to cut me out of her life for good. I’d die for her. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Hart, even if it kills me. I want a forever with her.’

Amity gasps beside me, shakingly putting down her tea. ‘No. Linc. No.’

‘Let him talk, Amity.’ April encourages me to go on, but I’m done. I’ve bared my soul.

‘I’m good.’

‘Amity? What has been the hardest thing since Lincoln being back in your life?’

‘It terrifies me to think I could lose him again, whether it be the distance, my schedule, my issues, other outside influences that tempt him, or even…the fact that I’m defective goods, or too hard to deal with.’

I shake my head. ‘Never. None of that is true or would ever be enough for me to screw us up again. I’m here, baby. I’m here with you forever.’ I turn to April and ask how we make sure none of what we mentioned happens.

By the end of the session, we both have our homework. Amity is going to tell me when she’s having any intrusive thoughts, and I’m going to learn her new routine for fitness and diet. If or when we inevitably argue, we won’t let it fester, and we will make sure that it’s resolved. Despite my cautiousness over how to cope with the revelation of her struggles, I’ve seen just how extraordinary she is. She doesn’t let it constantly weigh her down or beat her; she takes it in her stride and lets those around her know when a setback happens, whether it’s April, Lily or Rome, or her Dad. She doesn’t let anyone bully her into thinking she needs to be coddled, or feel sorry for her. She’s proactive and resilient.

We both leave April’s feeling lighter and more hopeful. Our last few hours aren’t filled with sadness because we both know we’re firmly back in each other’s lives, and will see each other soon.

Our hike is blissful but busy with swarms of visitors at the same time. Staring at her ass as she climbs uphill is ridiculously uncomfortable with my hard-on. We snap a few pictures of the Hollywood sign in the background, and I’m thrilled to have made it on her Instagram, even if it is just her story. She’s tagged me, allowing me to share it with my friends and family. A few people from our old high school inbox both of us, saying how nice it is to see us together again, but of course my, old so-called friends I reamed out for their abhorrent behaviour towards Amity is the past start with their juvenile tactics again, this time attacking her for being a ‘slut’.

Being a man, I didn’t realise just how unfair society was towards a woman. They can’t win either way. She’s either too skinny or too big, too virginal or too slutty, too brain-dead or too nerdy. Half of the abuse hurled at Amity was from jealous women or derogatory men. I’m just grateful that she seems to have a legion of followers who love her.

When it’s time to say goodbye, we kiss until the minute I have to walk through the gate. I’m sure there is a flash or some kid recording us, but Amity tells me to not focus on the outside world. When I go through security, she blows me a kiss and saunters away.