Chapter 5
Leah
The guesthouse is all hard edges, gunmetal and glass, and a white leather couch built for a man half Allister's size.
He's given up on the couch and folded onto the edge of the bed instead, and somehow he still fills the whole room, the way he fills every doorway he has to duck through.
It's full dark out now. May got married this morning, the house has gone quiet around us, and he hasn't left, the way he promised he wouldn't. One lamp turns everything gold: his hair, the hard line of his jaw, the spicy-clean smell of him that's been wrapped around me since the courthouse.
I sit beside him, pretending to be the kind of woman who does this, like my heart isn't trying to climb out of my chest.
He's got me around the waist and onto his lap in three seconds flat. Before I know it, I'm facing him, straddling something very hard that's hiding behind his perfectly-pressed slacks.
His arms are long enough to wrap around my waist twice. He's got me in a near choke hold, his lips and tongue painting my chest and neck while one massive hand glides up the indent of my back and catches my head as it falls, too heavy to hold up any longer.
"That feels so good." It's the truth, even if it comes out as a whispering whimper. I had no idea a mouth on my neck could do this to me. It's better than a thousand back rubs, and I never want it to end.
My words urge his mouth into a new gear. His teeth brush my skin, then take hold and don't let go, dragging a gasp out of me. My skin prickles so hard it hurts, except my body reads the hurt all wrong. It thinks it’s pleasure. An incredible, engulfing kind of pleasure.
"Gawd." I speak toward the ceiling, and my eyes give in and close. My hands find his shoulders, and how solid he is under them only winds me tighter. A tightening starts just below my belly button and wraps me all the way to the tops of my thighs.
Allister's scent fills my nose, my head, slows my thoughts down to nothing.
He smells spicy and clean, like warm skin and something darker underneath.
In his lap, I'm a doll. Small and safe. And the usual ache in my legs is just gone.
Whatever he's doing to me, somebody needs to bottle it and sell it.
He grips my head, takes control, and fixes my mouth to his.
Then it's all desperate, wet need, my arms wrapping around his neck, moaning into the kiss.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, some of his gentleness gone now.
But for some reason, I like that as well.
I'm not sure how far I want this to go, but my body takes over, and I start rocking my hips up and back over the hard length of him through his trousers.
Wetness rushes out of me, but I don't stop. I can't. He moves with me, guiding my body forward and back, his mouth working mine with raw need. His hands settle on my hips. His mouth lifts off mine as he leans back and catches my eyes.
He goes still, like he's caught some change in me.
"What is it? If you're not sure, precious, if you want to stop, I'll stop. Right now, just say the word. You're running this show, Leah."
The concern in his voice melts the last of my doubt, and I press harder, desperate for the tension to snap. I'm close to something with no name, and I want to throw myself over the edge into whatever this is with him.
"You've never cum before, but don't be scared.
Remember, I said I'd never let you fall, precious, and I won't…
" His voice drops, and then his mouth is on mine, biting and pulling back while his hands take over my body, swaying me, circling me.
My open legs ache as I force them wider, needing this, all of it, whatever it is he's giving me.
"I want it," I mumble.
"Just hold on, you're close, aren't you?" His hips meet my rhythm. Somewhere far off, I know I should be embarrassed by how forward I'm being, how much I want this from him, but I'm not. Not a bit.
"Yes," I hiss, and one massive hand splays at the center of my back and pulls me flush against him. My head drops against his, and his mouth works that magical spot on my neck just under my ear.
He drives the grind faster, pushing my body down onto his. The swirl catches fire in my toes, and whimpers spill out of me as he works me faster, harder, our bodies falling into a rhythm neither of us taught the other. He doesn't miss a single thing my body needs.
His stubble rasps over my skin, and it bursts into heat as the ache inside me takes hold. That fire climbs out of my toes and drags my whole body down into it.
"Allister!" I cry out, half pain, half ecstasy. I need to know he's here with me.
He answers, crushing me against him like he'll never let me go.
There's no warning. I explode with a power I didn't know existed in me, making noises I didn't know I could make, screaming and shuddering as the tension spills out of me.
I'm shaking and jerking, calling his name again as he roars into my neck, his arms wrapping me up until I can't tell where I stop and he starts.
It's beyond anything I have words for. May said orgasms were great, but great is a stupid, silly word for what just happened here.
I'm out of breath. Allister's face is buried in the crook of my neck, my arms twisted around his head, clinging like he's the only solid thing in the storm raging through me.
He twists us around, holding me against him as he guides me back onto the bed. "Lean back," he rumbles next to my neck, and I do as he says without question.
My body is still quivering, so wrung-out I barely know how to make it obey, but his voice runs straight to some place under my thoughts, and my body listens. His grip loosens, and I let go of his head, arching back, gasping for air as his hands wander down from my waist.
His palms warm the tops of my thighs where the light fabric of my dress has ridden halfway up.
"Let's see what you've got for me under here." His voice turns playful and paternal all at once, and the mix nearly sets me off again.
My skin tingles as he pinches the peach hem between his thumb and finger, and we both watch him lift it to the tops of my thighs.
"God." His control snaps. "This…" He falters as his fingertips find the wet patch soaked through my panties. He runs his fingers there, so light it has me gasping, every muscle twitching, my hips jerking up off the bed. "…this is mine."
The last word is fierce, and I forget how to breathe.
He drops the gentle act and shoves the fabric hard into the crease of my hip, tucking it so it won't move.
His eyes narrow, and that flush of fear takes me again, but I don't want to be anywhere else. I want to be here, with him, taking him exactly as he is: commanding, strong, unflinching.
"Hold your panties to the side. Show it to me. Show me your cunt. Give it to me, because you want to, don't you, precious girl?"
I can't speak. His words land like blows, one after another. I should be offended by how coarse they are, how coarse he is, but I'm not. I want to please him. Somewhere inside me, it's the only thing that matters.
My shaking fingers come down and catch the soaked fabric, my eyes never leaving his. I need him to reassure me, to show me he likes what he sees.
"Leah…" He stops, hands sliding up the insides of my thighs, rubbing slowly until his thumbs graze the slick outer lips, and I flinch.
"I want to put my tongue inside you. I want to taste that orgasm you just had, and I want to give you another one with my mouth.
You'll let me do that, won't you, precious?
I need it." The last words come out more caveman than before, and I swallow hard to hold myself together, even as I pull the fabric further aside and watch his eyes widen, letting me see how much it gets to him.
I'm overpowered and powerful at the same time. He could take whatever he wants from me. It's not just his size and strength, it's my broken body, too. I couldn't run if I needed to. It's the rush of prey and predator, except somehow the power isn't all his.
"Your pleasure is mine. It's all going to be mine." He groans.
He flips me up and over like I weigh nothing at all. My body is at his mercy as he roughly tugs my panties down and off my legs. Then, and only then, does it hit me. He’s the only one besides May and a few doctors who have ever seen my legs like this.
My scars, the wrongness of how my legs don't lie straight the way they're supposed to, every insecurity I own on full display. Nausea rolls through me as I wait for the disgust to surface on his face.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to finally see the worst of me and leave me lying here in my own humiliation.
I search his face for a hint of it, but all I see is savage desire.
He drops to his knees, grabs my legs, throws one over each shoulder, and takes my hips, dragging me to the edge of the mattress, settling on the floor like a viper coiled to strike.
"I want you to cum all over my face, Leah." His golden-brown eyes open and meet mine. "That's your only job, to give me all of your cum. All your orgasms, I want them all."
"I liked the one you gave me already," I joke. I'm nervous, unsure, but his eyes and face haven't flickered once while he looks at my bared body, and that's what steadies me.
His face twists, pained. "Promise me."
"Promise what?"
"That no one's been here before. Please tell me no one's seen what's mine. No one's ever touched you here. Tasted you like I'm about to do. And God, please, no man has been inside you, has he?" He sounds angry, but I'm not frightened.
"No. No one. Ever."
"Good." The relief in his voice sends a chill over my warm skin.
"I'm going to tongue-fuck you first, because I want to taste every drop of the orgasm you just had.
I'm going to shove my tongue right up inside you, Leah, and I want you to move yourself on me, take what's yours.
Because it's my job to give it to you. If you're not fulfilled, I won't be, either. "
He lowers his head, ready, but I have to know. I have to know for sure. "No." I hold his cheeks, gripping him tight. "Wait."
"What?"
"I mean, what about you? Have you ever…" I wish I could take every word back. I'm an idiot, because I already know the answer. How could I not? I was hoping for something different. "Never mind." I lick my lips and swallow, watching the gold in his eyes turn coppery and dark.
He jerks me up another inch, my hips hovering off the edge of the bed, so close to his mouth that each breath he lets out warms me, and I squirm.
"Do you want to know if I've done this before?
" He presses a long kiss to my inner thigh, and it pulls a squeal out of me as my hips shake in his hands.
"I'll tell you. No. No one, ever. I've never had a woman cum for me before, you were the first. Never tasted a woman, you will be the first. And, no, never fucked one.
Not today, but soon, you will be my first."
My mouth falls open. How can that be true? He's a man. Like a man, man, I'd imagine him fucking his way through every single day of his adult life, just because he can.
"Don't look at me like that, precious girl.
I have my reasons for the choices I've made.
And the first time I saw you, you became the reward for holding off.
I was so fucking thankful I'd never touched anyone before.
I don't want anything between us, not even the memory of someone else.
I'm a fucking virgin. You're about to get my mouth cherry.
I've never had any practice, but trust me, I know what I'm doing.
I know it somewhere deep down, like knowing how to breathe or how to eat. "
"I believe you."
"That's good. But it's time I proved it to you. And myself. You're my precious unicorn, you know that? One of a kind, someone I didn't think existed. My magical, precious creature."