Chapter 9 #2
He unwrapped his arms from around me and guided me to sit on the bed before he went over to the mirror. I watched, confused, as he laid the long, thin mirror on the floor before he held his hand out to me.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Showing you how I see you.”
I hesitated, heart galloping at an unhealthy speed, before I slid my palm into his. Eddie could urge me over a cliff and I’d follow, ready to please the man who’d given me someone to depend on. Was it silly to trust him so fast? No. Not with Eddie.
He led me to the mirror and kissed me, hungry and dominating, and I fell into whatever amazing reality this was.
If I was still snoozing on the couch, I never wanted the dream to end.
Eddie drew me into ecstasy with his lips, which was hilarious considering how terrible he was at talking.
But apparently, he was an amazing kisser.
I moaned when he nibbled my bottom lip. Once he had me all melted from a simple kiss, he moved me like a doll, and I went because I was blissed out and desperate for more.
By the time I realized where I was, he had me on all fours over the mirror, with my hands and knees on either side.
I paused, staring down at my reflection.
My dick was hard, slapping against my belly, and my abs and chest strained.
Even though the position of the mirror made my torso and thighs look strange, it was also sexy to see myself from this angle.
Heat spread across my cheeks and I resisted the urge to close my eyes. It was difficult to avoid my reflection when I was positioned like this. Had he noticed me avoiding mirrors? No, he couldn’t have. “Why are you trying to murder me with this mirror?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you here. I want us both to see how beautiful you are.” He stepped around to the back of me and the drawer near his bed opened and closed. I held my breath, sure he was getting lube and condoms. Didn’t he leave the lube downstairs? He must have another stash. Sneaky boy.
“Here?” I whispered, staring down at my reflection and the twisted skin on one side of my face. My left arm didn’t look much better. Scars from a deep fryer accident at Smoke and Sizzle snaked down to my wrist.
“Yeah. Hang on—Oh shit!” He stepped on my foot, and I yowled in a mixture of pain and surprise, but mostly shock. He stumbled and began to step toward the top of the mirror. I reached up to grab his wrist to stop him from flailing onto the glass and cracking it. I saved him just in time.
“Oh my fuck.” I swallowed around an uncomfortable fear that took hold of me, the years of living with Mom and her superstitious beliefs taking a toll. “Do you want seven years of bad luck? Not to mention an ER visit before I can get fucked. Jeez, be careful, Eddie.”
He laughed while I glared at him as I sat back on my ass, aware that my balls were nearly touching the mirror beneath me.
“You still believe in your mom’s boogeymen?”
“No.” I huffed, mouth flicking up in a half smile. “But I’m not risking it. I won’t survive seven years of bad luck, all right? Not with regular luck like mine.”
He groaned. “I’m trying to be sexy, here, and instead, I nearly take you out with me.”
I shrugged. Despite the pain, my dick was still ready for action, hard and jerking as a reminder that he was still there, thank you very much. “Well, here’s your chance to make up for it.” I pointed at the lube and condom in his hand. “Take those and actually fuck me this time. Please?”
I didn’t miss the hesitation on his face, but it wasn’t difficult to figure him out. Eddie lacked confidence, but more than that, he was scared of hurting me the way he constantly hurt himself, even if it was unintentional.
“Eddie.” This time I held out a hand to him. “I don’t mind pain. I’ve been through it before, and this time, I choose it because it’s with you and you’d never hurt me on purpose. I need you to fuck me.”
He brushed a hand over his short hair before he nodded and took mine. He raised my palm to his mouth and laid a gentle kiss on it, then did the same to the pulse point on my wrist.
My heart stuttered.
He shifted behind me again, and I looked over my shoulder to watch him as he pushed me onto my hands.
My gaze slid to my reflection. The man who stared back had been through hell, and now he was getting something he needed more than anything—someone he could trust. Or at least, I hoped. Eddie and I shared a secret now.
He killed Mike.
We got rid of him together.
He traced the knobs of my spine with his finger, and I sucked in a breath, the sensation sending tendrils of lust weaving through me. The softness of his lips met the base of my back. So gentle. A tremble shook me to my core.
“Eddie.” My voice quivered as bad as my body. “In me.”
“Look at you.” He pressed his chest to my back, dick resting between my asscheeks.
At some point while he was behind me, he’d taken off his sweatpants, and he’d moved so smoothly I hadn’t noticed.
Rare for him. He grasped my chin and directed my attention to the mirror.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Don’t look away. Keep watching while I fuck you.”
It was hard to face myself head-on, but he forced me. What I saw wasn’t a monster. My reflection was me, hurt and damaged from years of trusting the wrong people, but still me. What was I supposed to do with that information? It didn’t change how the world viewed me.
I exhaled. “I’m nothing.”
“I disagree.” He kissed the arch of my ear, and I leaned back into him. “You’re sexy and smart and meant for big things. You’re strong, so much stronger than me. Don’t let my dad win. He’s not worth it.”
The guy in the reflection didn’t buy a word of this encouragement crap.
“Say it, Tyler. Tell me you won’t let him win.
” Eddie dragged his fingers over my hip, caressing and teasing, and my skin erupted in more goose bumps until I was all melty and soft inside and hard as fuck on the outside.
My fingers and toes tingled, and my dick pulsed with need. Eddie was making this an event.
“I won’t. I promise.” My voice trembled, but despite that, I believed my own words. Chuck was a prick. I hoped he died in the worst possible way. He deserved hell.
Eddie grasped my chin and turned my head so he could slam his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth, a knot of jittery feelings assaulting me until I couldn’t quite figure out what was what, but that was fine.
His tongue tangled with mine, and I whimpered, rocking back to rub my ass against his dick. Hunger consumed me until I was drowning in need for him. I didn’t know how I went from never thinking about him in that way to this, but it didn’t matter. I wanted him and I had to have him.
“Stay there,” he mumbled against my mouth. I groaned when he moved. My eyes focused on the mirror and the man who looked back. The pupil in my left eye was huge, my cheeks flushed, and my mouth was parted. I was wrecked and we hadn’t even begun.
He touched my hole with a lubed finger, and I hissed in both surprise and at the coldness.
“Sorry.”
I chuckled and reached back to slap his thigh. “Don’t be. Just get inside me before I burst.” As though it agreed, my dick twitched and slapped against my belly again, leaving behind a trail of precum. The tip glimmered in the mirror. As much as I hated to admit it, I looked good.
I caught sight of Eddie in the reflection. My mouth watered as he shifted. I couldn’t see what he was doing at this angle, but I didn’t need to because the pressure at my hole deepened before one of his fingers pushed past the ring and in.
I hissed and bent forward, shoulders folded in as my hole contracted around the intrusion. It’d been a few months since I’d bottomed, and pleasure at the burn mixed with the sting of the stretch.
He laid another kiss at the base of my spine. “Tell me if you need me to go slower.”
“It’s your finger, Eddie, not your fist.” I snorted, but then a thought occurred to me. “Uh, be careful. No accidents, all right?”
He laughed and the sound worked its way to my bones. Everything about him was happy and pleasant. I missed this. “I’ll make sure it’s left as one hole.”
“I’d appreciate it.” I shot him a grin over my shoulder before I focused on the mirror again.
The flush on my cheek deepened as he added a second finger.
I brushed my blond hair out of my face and tilted my head so it wouldn’t get in the way.
Hunger ate at my insides, the slit of my dick leaking and ready for action.
He kissed across my back as he stretched me, carefully adding a third finger before I made a noise of irritation.
“For fuck’s sake, Eddie. You’re not digging for gold.
Just get inside me.” I pressed my lips together to contain a needy whine.
Sex had always been a means to an end. The desperation that built in my chest and made the butterflies go crazy in the depths of my stomach had everything to do with Eddie. He made me feel safe. At home.
“Sorry, sorry.” He retreated and the tearing of the condom wrapper met my ears, causing me to groan.
I dropped my heated forehead onto the cool mirror, eyes screwed shut as I tried, and failed, to slow my heaving chest.
“Look at you.” The praise in Eddie’s voice made my heart flutter. “So fucking hot. Here.” He dragged me up so I wasn’t pressed against the mirror.
I opened my eyes to absorb our reflections.
He kissed my cheek and nuzzled my ear. The blunt head of his dick pressed against my hole. “So fucking beautiful. Perfect. Stunning. Whatever other synonyms there are in the English language, that’s what you are. These—” He stroked his finger over my scars.
Even though I couldn’t feel his touch the way I could everywhere else, the sensation of pressure ghosted across my skin. My nerves buzzed with need.
“—are you, and Tyler, you mean the world to me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”