Chapter 16 Neil
“Not answering wasn’t lying; it was just omitting details that I’d address later at the appropriate time.”
Neil
It had been a month since the candy “trade.”
I’d picked the coconut one without giving it much thought, and when Babygirl told me I was going to fly with her, I didn’t immediately understand what she meant. But I indulged her anyway to keep from disappointing her.
The things she did sometimes struck me as childish, weird, or beyond my understanding, but they brought a smile to my face, nonetheless.
Tinkerbell had been living with me since then, and we were constantly doing what she called “making love,” whereas I thought of it as “fucking her wherever and whenever I wanted.” She made me agree not to screw anyone else by promising to meet all of my needs.
And so she had.
I didn’t even think about other women anymore.
I ignored the blonds who crossed my path and instead imagined having her soft little body pressed up against mine.
I still continued to tell her that we were not in a relationship, though. At least I could be honest about that. I wouldn’t call us a couple or give her any false words of love.
Selfish as I was, I was committed to enjoying whatever it was between us to the maximum before I had to honor the underhanded deal I’d made with her mother.
Selene had no idea our coupling had a hard end date—an unfortunately imminent one.
As soon as I started my internship, I’d be gone.
And she probably wouldn’t understand my decision at first. She would hate me, maybe even think I was a fucking liar, but I knew that, with time and clarity, she would one day stop thinking of me as the man of her dreams and see why I made the choice to let her go.
Her happiness was more important than mine, and that’s all there was to say about it.
“I like the way you scream my name…” I gasped out from behind her. I clutched her hips possessively, so hard that I left imprints from my fingers on her snowy skin.
I watched her ass as it rhythmically struck my pubic area. I watched the curve of her back, glistening with sweat…because she was perfect.
Her slim shoulders and narrow hips were perfect.
The line of her spine was perfect. The back dimples that I brushed with my thumbs were perfect…
my Tinkerbell was perfect, especially when she whispered how much she cared about me, that it wasn’t just physical pleasure, and that she gave me what I needed because she loved to feel me truly engage with her.
“Tell me you’re mine. Only mine.” She turned her face slightly to look back over one shoulder, her small hands fisting the sheets beneath us as I continued to move forcefully.
I stared fixedly at the place where we were joined together, the place that was so soft and warm as I vigorously rocked in and out of it that I felt like it had a supernatural power to make me feel less wrong.
I had always been hers.
Ever since the first time Tinkerbell had fluttered her wings and alighted upon my heart.
“I’m only yours, Babygirl…” I bit her shoulder and licked along her spine, picking up the beads of sweat that gleamed on her pale skin.
Her taste was good. Her smell was good; everything about her was good.
I thought constantly about new things to do with her because she brought out my most insane fantasies about all the emotions I’d never been able to indulge in before.
I did nothing but fuck her, kiss her, hold her, and want her every hour of every day—every fucking minute—and still, whenever I wasn’t right in front of her, I was thinking of nothing but ripping those panties off and getting back between her thighs.
She had become my drug. My obsession.
Babygirl had staked her claim. She had taken up her rightful place inside me.
All I’d done was strip off her clothes, while she had stripped me down to my soul.
Lately, even my nightmares of Kim were being replaced with erotic dreams about her or the two of us together, to the point where I’d get hard in my sleep like a teenager with out-of-control hormones.
“Keep going…you have no idea how incredible your ass looks from here…” I slapped her right ass cheek, and she jolted forward in surprise.
I admired the reddening handprint I’d made there.
The more I looked at it, the more I felt like she belonged to me.
Like she was entirely mine, and that if anyone tried to deprive me of my Neverland in the brief period of time I had left with her, I’d kill them with my bare hands.
“Neil…please,” she begged me for some respite because I’d already dragged out this savage bout of lovemaking long enough, but whenever I withdrew from her body, I felt empty again.
Incomplete. I felt myself again, the little boy who needed attention and could no longer accept the loneliness because he had gotten a glimpse of how beautiful it could be to share his days with someone else.
My breathing was ragged, and my muscles were rigid.
I was sweating hard and still all revved up as I felt her slim body being pushed to its limits by my deep strokes, exhausted by my stamina.
I withdrew until I lost contact with her heat before plunging back into the hilt because I knew that she would take me.
I was big and painfully aroused, but I knew that she wouldn’t shut me out. She had accepted every side of me, even that one.
I muttered a curse, not caring about the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall.
Her back bowed deeper and deeper until she collapsed, helpless, on the sheets.
One side of her face was pressed against the mattress, and her knees trembled as they propped up her ass, leaving it exposed and vulnerable to all my twisted desires.
I stretched out over her, propping up my weight on my forearms, which inched forward with every thrust. I could penetrate her from a different angle in that position, gliding more easily and taking full possession of her, way down into the depths of her soul.
And Babygirl raised her pretty little ass to let me do it.
The position only intensified her experience, and she groaned as I pushed deeper, determined to drive the last bit of clear thinking right out of her head.
My hungry mouth laved ferociously at her soft skin. I kissed her shoulder and the nape of her neck; all over I licked and nibbled.
I was marking her, making her feel that I had been there. Making her feel how much I wanted her, and not just physically but with all of me, with all the frenzy I could muster.
I wanted to get inside her, inside her head, underneath her skin. I wanted to stake a claim in her as well—a spot that would continue to belong to me even after I was gone.
Even when it was someone else flying to my Neverland.
Even when this absurd “us” we had created melted into nothingness.
I would remain inside of her.
Like a brand, a tattoo, an indelible mark, a bleeding wound.
She screamed out my name, but still I didn’t stop.
I realized she was close, and it was time for me to really make her lose it, so I withdrew slightly to begin a series of short, powerful thrusts. I dragged one hand from her stomach to her clit and teased it with ruthless intensity that had her gasping for breath.
Her pussy tightened around me. She released me slightly only to suck me back in as she approached orgasm.
Burning hot, soaking wet, tipping over the edge…
I squeezed my eyes shut, my head full of clouds.
Colors, lights, words, thoughts…none of it made a fucking lick of sense to me.
I swore, and with a bestial growl, I exploded inside her. Hot, unstoppable spurts that I forced all the way inside her with one last vigorous thrust.
With my lungs sapped of oxygen and my head feeling much lighter, I collapsed in exhaustion on top of her body.
“Babygirl…” I gasped out next to her ear as my expanse of muscles completely obscured her slim frame.
She didn’t say a word, made no movement, and appeared completely inert underneath me.
“Selene…” I said again, more concerned this time, and frowned as I propped myself up on my elbows to make sure she was okay.
The idea that I’d gone overboard and been too rough with her was disturbing.
“I’m alive,” she managed, her lush mouth and cheek half-buried in the mattress.
Her ocean eyes were closed in exhaustion, and her breathing was ragged but deep.
I sighed in relief that she was okay and pressed a kiss to the bend of her neck.
I knew that I was insatiable, an unstoppable machine, and that she struggled to keep up with me, but that was the price of sexual exclusivity with me.
She had taken on the responsibility of keeping me fed all by herself, so she couldn’t really complain if the beast wanted to eat all the time.
“Remember that time I told you that being with me wouldn’t be anything like being with Jareth?
” I whispered, amused. “Well, I guess now you know what I was talking about…” With a twist of my hips, I pulled myself out of her warm pussy and rolled over next to her, my back flat against the wrinkled sheets.
I stared up at the ceiling.
Her smell was in the air.
That fucking coconut smell that made me want to go another round already.
But after turning to look at her, I banished the idea of suggesting such a thing to her.
Her eyelids were heavy with fatigue, and there were numerous marks all over her body, some of them pink, some of them darker.
All of them left behind by my rough fingers and greedy lips.
I’d worn her out, and even when I promised myself that I was going to be gentle with her, I always wound up mercilessly dominating her instead.