Chapter 39
I didn’t wake up when he joined me in bed last night, but I’ve been up for hours now, alternating between watching him sleep and leafing through the copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland I found in the library. The sun is beating down on the town, but a breeze is coming through the window, and I could be happy just spending days in this alcove, reading, being with Tyler, far away from the rest of the complicated world.
I miss my family and my friends. The longer I’m away the worse it gets. And if I think about how worried they must be, it gets unbearable. But I woke up with a very strong feeling that everything will be all right now and I’m holding onto that with all I have.
Everything has to be all right. Because anything else would be pure hell.
This place is far from a wonderland and my adventure so far, apart from a few glorious, out of this world moments, has been a struggle. But it has been an adventure, and this could be wonderland. I might have been under the influence of a concussion last night, but I meant what I told him. I love him. I don’t know what to do with that. Except follow it where it leads, I guess. He didn’t say it back, but I’m pretty sure he feels the same way anyway. At least he promised not to hurt me.
He stirs and opens his eyes, checking my side of the bed, his eyes opening wider as he realizes I’m not there.
“Good morning,” I say, making his dawn-like eyes fix on me with all the intensity of the rising sun. “Or more like, good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon to you too,” he says. “Why don’t you come back to bed now?”
The way he asks, the way he looks at me as he does… no breeze could cool the heat rising in my center and quickly spreading with my blood.
There’s nothing else but to do as he asks. I couldn’t fight the pull if I tried. And I don’t try. Making the best of it, and all that. Having my adventure. Living for the now. I set the book down and walk to him, his eyes following my every move.
The blanket is covering his hips and legs, but his upper body is bare. It’s covered by scars and tattoos, a map of a life lived hard, and I want to explore every road, every drop of ink, every disturbance in the skin. I want to read it all as much as I ever wanted to read a book.
He takes my hand and pulls me closer, not satisfied until our lips meet in one of those kisses that comes once in a lifetime and is at the same time, a promise of a lifetime to come. I could just kiss him for years. I know that.
But right now, I want to get back to reading the rest of his story.
So I pull away from his lips. He grabs my arms, reminding me of a man drowning, clutching to the only available lifeline.
I smile as I straddle his hips, shivering as I feel his hard cock press against my pussy. He releases my arms and relaxes with a sigh.
“For a second there, I thought you were gonna run again,” he says with a grin.
I shake my head and run my hands down the sides of his neck, across his hard chest and rippled abs. Caressing the black and white ink and jagged scars. The joker is grinning at me from above his left nipple. A gravesite much like the one in this town adorns the space above his right. I’m sure that’s the names of his parents on those tombstones. Holly and Jacob.
“I only ran because I want to be with you,” I say.
He scoffs, grimacing in disbelief. “Come on now. Enough with the lies. You ran because I made you my prisoner. It was the only sane thing to do.”
I shake my head and caress him some more. The feel of his skin, his hard body under my fingers is more intoxicating than any drink I’ve ever had.
“Call me crazy, and I’m sure anyone would, but the prisoner part never really dawned on me,” I say. “Maybe you were right, maybe it’s because I’ve read too many books where this happens, and I was sure there’d be a happy ending.”
“Yeah,” he says. “To all those things.”
He runs his hands up my sides coming to a stop just below my breasts, groans softly but doesn’t say anything.
“The thing is, between all the messages we exchanged about books and then meeting… I got to know you very well,” I say and lock eyes with him. “I saw into your soul. So you couldn’t fool me once you tried to pretend none of that was real. Because that’s what was real. What came after, not so much.”
He’s looking at me, but in a way that makes me think he’s seeing himself more than me. He doesn’t have to agree or disagree. I already know what’s what.
I smile at him. “And I was right, wasn’t I? So there goes your whole theory.”
“You got me,” he says. “But now it’s time for a whole different kind of happy ending.”
And with that, he rips open the front of my dress, sending buttons flying everywhere. There goes another one of my dresses. But I’ve wanted to be naked for him for so long, it’s a very distant afterthought.
I’m about to come for him again. And this time it’ll be even better than before. Because this time we’ll come together.
I lean down and kiss him again, softly at first, then with more and more fire, desire, lust even. But it’s not just his lips I want to taste this time. I want to kiss all of him. And I start with his strong wide neck, tracing his racing heartbeat that pulses in the thick vein there.
His chest is next. He groans louder this time, as my lips trail down the center seam of his body, bypassing the ripples of his stomach all the way to where the blanket covers the part of him I really want to taste.
I look up at him. And as he looks back at me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this seen in my whole life.
“Don’t stop now,” he says hoarsely, his voice tense with pent up need.
So I don’t make him wait any longer. Even though a whole lot of what I can only describe as stage fright is riding the frothing waves of desire in my blood. I’ve only done this twice before. And not very well.
But the desire to have him is stronger than fear.
I slip down the blanket and he helps me out by freeing his cock from the boxers he slept in.
The fear is very real again as I see his throbbing thickness. All the heroes I so like to read about are well-endowed, but I never really understood what that might mean in real life until just now. There’s no way his cock will fit in my mouth. Let alone anywhere else.
But the desire is still stronger.
So I don’t overthink it, I just lean down and run my tongue across the head and down the shaft. His salty taste explodes in my mouth and he’s groaning by the time I do it again, making a fist in my hair on the third pass.
“Come on, stop teasing me,” he says throatily.
I didn’t even know that’s what I was doing. I was just enjoying his taste, the throbbing velvet skin under my tongue and the pricking of his racing heart on my tongue.
But I know what he wants now. So I take his head between my lips. My jaw aches as I open wide to accommodate him. I can’t take more than his head before my eyes start to water too. But I don’t stop. And I’m rewarded by more of his groans and caresses in my hair where his fist used to be. So I keep going, bobbing on his cock, gagging, my eyes watering, my whole body softening to receive him.
Soon he grows even larger and my jaw no longer aches. I could just taste him like this all day and not really need anything else.
“I’m close,” he whispers, reminding me that I do want something else.
I take my mouth off his cock and sit up, holding it in my palm.
“What?” he asks. Not exactly harshly. Just in a very demanding way.
“I want you inside me,” I say. And I’m sure I just blushed harder than ever before. But I want what I want.
Though as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I remember his size.
He slaps my butt. “Then hop on.”
There are no take backs anymore. And honestly, even if there were. I’d still straddle his hips and guide his throbbing cock towards my opening.
I’m so wet, just from tasting him and the head slides right in, making my eyes go wide as I gasp. Not exactly in full on pain, but close.
“Too big?” he asks, grinning at me.
I nod, wondering where we could possibly go from here.
“You can do it, Eden,” he says, grinning again. His hands slip over my budding nipples and down my sides, the gentle yet prickly touch leaving sparks of fire behind.
I’m not so sure, but he grabs my hips in his calloused hand and bucks his hips up, giving me more of his cock, making me yelp, moan, and shudder all at the same time. Giving me no choice but to love it. My resistance is broken, but now my entire being is focused on his throbbing cock inside me. And I want more.
So I take more. Sliding up and down on his cock, slowly at first and not very far, letting him open me up. His hands are caressing my breasts, my belly, my back and my hips, the sparks of fire under my skin intensifying.
And then it happens. The fire in my veins meets the pool of molten desire in my pussy and his cock is stirring both until sparks dance before my eyes and within me. Until I hardly feel anything but his throbbing cock inside me and the pleasure it brings.
His hands are gripping my hips now, guiding me down, keeping me in place, preventing me from running as he thrusts his cock into me. Once, twice, three times… then I lose count. Lose the ability to count.
Running is the last thing on my mind.
We’re both moaning hard now, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but his cock grows even larger inside me, hitting all the right spots, making rivers of fiery bliss jet through me. The other two orgasms he gave me have nothing on the one coming now. This one I actually fear.
But there’s no holding back the fire and sparks anymore, no fighting the explosion that’s coming. So I don’t even try. A few more thrusts are all it takes and the world around me and within erupts in a glorious shower of sparkling confetti each exploding into a drop of bliss as it touches my skin, my blood, my very soul.
He comes too, his cock buried deep inside me, his strong body taut and hard beneath me, his breathes jagged, his eyes full of soft sunshine.
There’s no ice there now. For the first time since I’ve met him, it has all melted. And in this moment, I can’t name another that could possibly be as perfect as this one.