Chapter 11 Tally
TALLY
I open up to Rust and our tongues tangle in a heated dance.
The rough pads of his thumbs circle my nipples, his palms cupping my breasts.
He pulls back and kisses a path over my jaw and my chest, making me melt into his caress as he sucks on my nipple.
A graze of his teeth shoots a bolt of desire straight to my core.
He gives the same treatment to my other peak before his mouth wanders lower.
He kisses my round belly, tracing my stretch marks with his tongue. “You’re so soft, Tally. So perfect. So beautiful. I love how you feel under my lips and my hands.” His fingers dig into my hips. “I’d happily spend eternity exploring every inch of you with my mouth.”
I blush. Rust makes me feel desired like nobody else ever has.
I tug on his hair. When he comes up, I slide a hand between us and take his hard length into my palm. He shudders as I stroke in a slight corkscrew motion.
“You still remember how I like it,” he whispers, smiling.
I swallow hard. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more like my body remembers his on an animalistic level.
Towering over me, he steers me into the shower, beneath warm water spraying across my skin. The brush of his calloused fingertips over my slit sends a jolt of electricity through my nerves and I jerk against his hand.
“So wet… Is that all because of me?” he rumbles, tracing light, barely-there circles on my clit.
“Y-yes! Didn’t you promise to fuck my brains out? Then do it already!” I mewl frustratedly.
“Patience, woman. Are you on contraception or do you want me to put a baby in that gorgeous belly? Cause I’m tested, clean and happy to oblige.”
A deep, dark pulse echoes between my legs. I’ve never considered kids—never had the time or the right partner—but the way he said that is pert near enough to give me a devastating case of baby fever.
“I got an IUD and I’m recently tested, too. But tell me, when did you become so forward? You used to blush asking for a kiss.”
He smirks. “Oh, Trouble, there’s lots you don’t know about the new, grown-up me. I’m fixin’ to show you what you’ve been missing.”
Rust spins me around and presses my heated cheek against the cool tile wall. He steps in close behind me, moaning as he slides his thick cock between my ass cheeks. I feel him spreading my sex, guiding his length to my dripping entrance.
“Every night for twelve years, I dreamed of this moment,” he rumbles into my ear.
“I reckoned if I ever had another chance with you, I’d wanna make you beg for my cock.
I thought I’d tease you, bring you to the edge over and over until you’d do anything for a single orgasm.
Now I realize that I ain’t got that kinda patience.
But there’s one last thing I gotta know… ”
I exhale my spiraling sexual frustration in a sigh. “What is it?”
“Are daisies still your favorite flowers?”
Through the fog of arousal I can barely make sense of his absurd question. “Yeah, they are. Why?”
“Good. Just wanted to know what flowers to put on the grave after I murder that pussy.”
A laugh dies in my throat as his hips jerk forward.
His thick shaft splits me and my eyes roll, drifting on a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure. My inner muscles flutter around his girth, struggling to accept his size.
“Relax. I know you can take me,” he drawls, rubbing my shoulders.
He starts thrusting and my pussy molds to his length. As he picks up speed, he wraps a hand around my neck and squeezes briefly as if asking for permission. I let my body answer, bearing down on his cock.
“Goddamn, my dirty little wife likes gettin’ choked. Does my dick make you feel good?”
“Full… I feel so full! I love it!”
He fucks me like a punishment. The brutal snaps of his hips have me bouncing on my toes, slamming me into the wall. He hits my cervix and I yelp, the ache soothed into lust as he changes his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside me.
It’s ridiculous, but to my hazy mind the noise of slapping flesh sounds like a beat. Our moans are like a half-formed melody.
His movements turn erratic. “Fuck, I don’t think I can last long… your pussy is pure heaven.”
“I’m close, too,” I get out.
His free hand wanders to my clit, hovering over the swollen nub. “Does my pretty girl want an orgasm?”
“Please, I need to come!”
He lets out a low chuckle, his tongue sliding along the shell of my ear as he whispers, “But does my perfect girl deserve to come? Or should I keep you squirming on the brink? Should I make you beg and plead for relief?”
My entire body is taut like a tightrope on fire. An orgasm is so close I can almost let go and drop into that bottomless pool of pleasure.
“I thought you weren’t gonna make me beg,” I pant.
Rust growls. With one hand around my throat and one between my legs, he has me under complete control. “I changed my mind.”
“Please, please let me come!”
“Say.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Name.” Thrust.
My pussy quivers and I can barely speak. “Please Rust… please I need to come on your cock.”
“Good girl.”
He pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers. An instant orgasm barrels through me while his hot cum floods my inner walls, every pulse of his thick dick pumping more into my stretched cunt.
I would happily stay in this little bubble of ignorance and serotonin, but then he has to go and ruin it all.
“Fuck, Tally, I missed you so much…” he whispers.
Suddenly, I’m stone-cold sober with a fresh melody playing in my head and my fingers itching to pluck the strings of my guitar.
Shit, I just slept with my ex-husband. But on the upside, I think he fucked the songwriter’s block right out of me.