30. Caveman
30
Caveman
Exton
We barely make it into the parking garage before I push her up against the car, my lips on hers with one hand in her hair and the other inside her jeans, pushing them out the way as I sink my fingers into her sweet, soaked pussy. While my aching cock is grinding into her, pushing her into the cold metal.
“Exton, what are you—” My thumb brushes against her clit as I curl my finger inside her, stopping her midsentence and whatever protest she might’ve had, vanishes.
And she moans so fucking sweet and loud, her hand fisting my shirt with a death grip as she starts riding my fingers shamelessly. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on her ever since she bent over that console and blew me while I was driving, but that appointment was too important to miss.
“You were saying?” I tease her.
“Shut up,” she breathes out, biting her lower lip as I continue pumping my fingers in and out. Her head falls against the glass, and she looks so fucking sexy when her whole body sings with need. When her whole body is begging for more of mine.
She curls one leg around my body, pushing me harder into herself as I keep fucking her with my fingers, our ragged breaths echoing through the parking garage. I press my head into the crook of her neck, laying open mouth kisses around the shell of her ear, and she moans softly into my ear. Her wet lips grazing the tips, and it sends a shiver over my spine.
Her pussy is pure heaven. So wet. So hot. So mine.
Electra’s breathing picks up, her nails clawing into my neck and shoulders and I know she’s about to climax. She’s about to come for all to see and I can’t have that. I can’t fucking have that.
Quickly, I take my fingers away with a last brush against her pulsating clit and she whines.
“Nooo, baby, no.”
“Shhh, you don’t get to grace everyone with your orgasm. It’s only mine.” Her hooded eyes watch me as I open the door and sit in the passenger seat, guiding her to my lap and she climbs in, straddling me.
“Give me your mouth.” I smack the door shut and slip my tongue inside her mouth at the same time as three of my fingers find their way back inside her.
“Oh, God…so full,” she groans into my mouth, kissing me with new madness and I push my tongue farther, sucking on hers as I fuck her with my fingers.
One of her hands reaches over to my dick and she slides it against my jeans, stroking him. “Yeah, little star. Just like that.” I bite her lip, and she squeezes me harder.
“Axe, I’m gonna come,” she cries into our sloppy kiss because we’ve both lost our minds.
“Come for me.” And she does. Her whole body shaking violently as I pump my fingers into her, rubbing her little nub at the same time.
“So perfect. So mine,” I tell her, watching her ride away on her pleasure. And I know I won’t make it home before I get more.
“Fuck, I won’t make it home. I need a snack before the road.” Ever since I got the first taste of her, I’ve gone mad. I need her all the time. I need her more than water, food, or air. And when I have her it’s still not enough. I need fucking more.
“Yes, yes, you do,” Electra chants mindlessly.
In a flash I somehow maneuver us so she’s underneath me now, spreading her thighs as I push her seat as far back as it goes, settling on the floor in front of it and rip the rest of her jeans down to her knees. All I need is access to her sweet pussy and it’s right there. Bare and dripping just for me. Fuck, it’s so pretty.
I flatten my tongue against her folds, licking up every ounce as she reaches out, holding my head exactly where she needs me, moaning, “More, baby, more!”
“I’ll give you fucking more,” I growl into her and push one finger back inside, getting it nice and wet. Before she has a chance to grind her hips against it, I pull it out and without a second to spare I push it past her tight ring of muscle, into that sweet ass.
Electra gasps, inhaling a sharp breath as her head shoots up. Those icy eyes hooded and lost, desperate for more.
“You like that, don’t you my dirty girl? You like getting your tight ass stuffed.”
“It…it feels different.”
“Good different?”
“Yeah.” She nods fast, her lips parted as she tries to spread her legs as far apart for me as she can while the jeans are restricting her movement.
“Greedy, are we?” I murmur into her pussy and give her nice long lick as she shudders.
“Yes, baby. So very much.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck this ass very soon. For now, lay back and come on my tongue.” Electra drops into the seat with a groan as I eat her like a man starved while my finger fucks her tight ass and my cock is ready to explode behind that damn zipper, aching so fucking badly. Electra’s arms and legs digging into anything she can find while she moans so loud there’s no way keeping what we do here a secret.
Let the whole world hear how fucking mine Electra Monroe is.
Within seconds she writher under my mouth, her cum flooding my mouth and driving me mad. Her taste, her sounds, her pleas and thank yous and before I can think of logistics, I pull away, standing on my knees I undo my jeans again, pulling out my hard dick still covered in her saliva and lean over her, covering her body with mine as I push inside her still-fluttering pussy.
“Oh, fuck…” I breathe out. It’s such a tight fit with her legs trapped at the knees it takes all of my willpower not to blow right here and now. From one fucking thrust.
“Exton,” she moans, her orgasm ranking up anew. I drop my mouth to hers, swallowing each one of her sounds because they are only for me.
“Ready to take my cum, to take it all?” I thrust again and again, losing all will.
She nods with a chocked cry.
“Good,” I growl in a harsh rasp. “Now spread your pussy for me with your fingers, I need to be in as deep as I can,” I direct her and her tiny fingers slip down, brushing against my cock and I nearly crumble from that one simple touch. My arms barely holding me hovering above her.
I feel it as soon as she pulls her lips away and they wrap snuggly around the root of my thick cock and one thrust…that’s all I get before I lose it, coming inside her, and Electra moans, her walls squeezing tight around me.
I’m a man possessed. Pumping every last drop into her as she kisses me with desperation, holding me tight to her body.
“Take it all, my little star. Take it all and tell me how much you fucking love to be filled by me. How much you crave my cum. Tell me you want it everywhere. In your pussy and ass and down your throat. Tell me you want me to brand you with it,” I whisper savagely, lost in my climax, digging my fingers into her hair as she nods greedily.
“I do,” she sobs. “I do, baby. I love it.”
“I know you do, my perfect little star. My good little cum slut.”
I wish I could stay inside her all the time. I wish I didn’t have to be apart from her, but as I slide out and see my sticky seed inside her pretty pussy, I feel satisfied that at least a part of me is in her. And it will always be in her.
“What are you looking at?” Electra asks, her voice exhausted from today.
“At how pretty you look when you are filled with me.” Those blue eyes pop open to match her propped mouth. “I need you filled with my cum constantly. Every night and day. I need your pussy to be soaked in me.”
“Caveman,” she breathes out, and I give her a dark smile, reaching into my pocket and taking out a little something I bought just for that purpose.
“Exton, what is that?” Electra eyes the little silicone black egg-shaped toy in my hand.
“It’s a pussy plug, little star. I told you I need you to be filled by me constantly.”
Never leaving her stunned gaze, I slide the tip of the toy over her wet folds, drenching it in my cum before I push it inside her, making sure the end T-bar is nice and snug against her opening. Keeping me in her until I fill her up again.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans when I twist it inside her a little, and slip her panties back in place and her jeans back over her hips, keeping my seed right where it belongs. Fuck, I’m hard just from the thought alone.
“And you love it.”
Electra falls asleep ten minutes into our drive home with my hand over her thigh, dangerously close to her crotch as her hand covers mine protectively as if she needs to make sure I never let go.
Silly girl…as if I could exist without her. As if I wouldn’t drown in my anger without her calm.
She is too out of it when we arrive, so I carry her inside, undress her and slip behind her in our bed as we fall asleep with one last thought on my mind.
How soon will I lose her when she realizes she belongs on that ice and goes back to her old life?
But no matter how much it will hurt to live without her…I’ll never hold her back from her dreams.
Never.
Electra
I woke up this morning with the same fears, but a new resolve. One is to let the fears go. So, I asked Exton to take me to Stella’s ice rink.
Only that was done without really thinking it through. And now I am. Thinking, that is.
I’m insane. What am I doing here?
It’s been about a week since my appointment with Dr. Miles and every day Exton works my legs more and more, getting them stronger and ready to be back to normal. We’ve made great progress and so I thought I was ready to try.
What in the hell made me think that?
“Remind me again, why did I think this was a good idea?” He chuckles while lacing up my skates. God, that shouldn’t look so sexy, yet Exton Quinn on his knees with my small foot in his giant palms as he works the laces, is undeniably sexy. Hot.
“Seeing as it’s barely six in the morning I have the same question,” he grumbles, shaking his head. He’s been grumbling since I woke him up at four, giving him nonsense about the ice and how it’s been calling me, and I knew I had to be here but now I’m rethinking the sanity of my “new resolve.”
But I did. Hear it calling me, that is. In my dreams, I heard it, I felt the cold seeping through my veins, but it was one I welcomed. One I looked forward too every time I stepped onto the ice and gave it my all.
Now, the other type of cold settles over me as I watch the empty rink while my body is on fire for him.
Will I ever stop being this crazy about Exton? Something tells me it’s a firm no or maybe it's all of the insane sex we are having.
“I have a better one. Let’s get out of here.” Exton looks at me from underneath his eyebrows at my suddenly breathless tone.
“Don’t tempt me, Electra Monroe.”
I lick my lips. “I’m serious. I’m very serious, Exton. Let’s go home, I want you like right now.”
“Fucking hell, star.” He heaves a heavy sigh, fixing his crotch. “You are so going to pay for that.” I’m already nodding yes when he pushes me up but instead of the hallway, it’s the ice I’m facing. “After,” he adds, coming up behind me and winding his arms around my waist as I stand here, face to face with the one place I always called my home. With the one place, I loved more than anything.
It’s just me and the ice. Nothing in between us. It’s my choice. My first step to make and Exton is there, behind me, landing me his support in case I fall or soar. He’ll be there no matter what and he won’t love me any less no matter what I choose.
Maybe that’s what gave me courage to show up here. To try. To keep fighting.
“You’re thinking too hard.” I turn my head to give him a long look.
“Riveting advice, baby.”
“There’s my angry elf.” He chuckles. “Close your eyes. Come on do it,” he adds when I just stand there and I relent, not sure where he’s going with it, but I’ve learned to trust the man.
“Now what?”
“Now, you feel.”
“Again?” I pop one eye open, about to turn around and look at him when he shushes me and presses me harder into his chest.
“Yes, again. Now, shut up, close your eyes and feel.”
“You’re not very nice for a boyfriend.”
“Never promised to be someone I’m not, little star.”
“I know.” I smile softly. “That’s why I love you.”
“Stop distracting me.” Exton bites my ear. “Listen, Electra.”
I let out an exhausted breath but do as I’m told. I close my eyes and listen but all I hear is the hum of the machines cooling the ice, of the fans working inside, of our breaths mingling in the air. Of Exton’s heart. And mine.
I stop.
Mine. It’s beating louder than any other noise in here in a chanting rhythm that ricochets off the ice and I know, I know, it’s all in my head, but I feel the ice take a relived breath at the sound.
A breath I was holding, whooshes out of me, and I take a step without thinking, my blade making the first contact with cold surface as if I’m drawn to it and there…I feel it. Home…
Exton lets go of my waist, as I soar, sliding through the ice with my eyes still closed.
I know every inch of this rink. I know every turn and corner. It’s home. It’s freedom. It’s living.
My feet move against the ice as if I never left. As if I didn’t spend over two months bound to a wheelchair, refusing to even think about skating again. Mourning the death of Elle when I should’ve been rejoicing the rebirth of Electra.
I open my eyes, and they immediately fall onto the man who believed in me when I didn’t. Who fought when I refused to and who is the one that gave me my freedom back.
My lips curl into a watery smile, matching the one he’s wearing, and I simply extend my hand out to him, needing him here with me and Exton doesn’t hesitate. He never does. He slides over the ice, gliding through it like the iceberg he is and barrels toward me until I’m lifted off the ice. His hands holding me by my butt as he kisses me.
“Always knew you could do it.” I smile into his kiss as he twirls me around the ice, skating with me in his arms and not one cell in my body is afraid he might drop me. Because Exton would rather break himself before breaking me. My rock. My protector. My caveman.
It feels so natural to be here with him. So meant to be.
Exton shifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist and keeps going, skating around and around, holding me tight until we hear a piercing whistle spear through the air. I don’t even have to look to know who busted us.
“Prickly pear, please set my Electra down.”
“Hi, Stella,” I call out, waving my hand at her when Exton simply ignores her and keeps skating with me in his arms.
I’m laughing at his grumbling about Stella calling me hers and how he’ll show her who’s the boss here. I’m laughing when she keeps ordering him to stop and he just grabs my ass harder, sticks his tongue out at her and refuses. I’m laughing when he starts doing his own drills with me in his arms and Stella gives up trying to tame him into submission.
I’m laughing. I’m living and I never want to stop.
Eventually, he finally sets me down and we skate over to Stella who watches us with one arched eyebrow and somewhat amused expression. “Had enough fun?”
I’m still giggling as I nod, and she rolls her eyes but there is a small smile there. “Welcome back, Electra. Now, how about we give your legs a good exercise?” I nod again and Exton kisses my cheek before he heads for the bench, but Stella stops him.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
“Let’s take a wild guess?” He gives her an annoyed look. One she matches.
“Prickly pear, wrap those arms around your girl and give me a nice basic run.”
“Me? What do I have to do with this?”
“You chose her…you chose the ice. Now get those feet moving!” Stella shouts even though we are standing two feet away from her. Exton frowns but I smile so wide, my cheeks hurt. I guess I’m starting from the very beginning again.
“I don’t see you two moving yet. Two-foot glide forward and backward, dip, forward and backward swizzles eight in a row of each. Snowplow on two and one foot and I better see you hopping!”
I break out in booming laugher.
Yep, I am once again, seven years old.