Chapter 10
Mei
Mei.
Mei.
Rattle. Rattle. Rattle.
Mei.
I wake with a start, a cold chill racing down my spine.
The room is dark, and for a moment, I’m disoriented.
I’d been dreaming about my dad’s condo in Missouri.
But, instead of Dad coming in after a late shift, it was Owen.
He’d been in his boxers and shivering. When I’d gone to him, his fingers and toes were black from frostbite.
His eyes were murky and his skin was cold.
He was a corpse standing in the doorway.
“Mei.”
The zombie-like murmur of my name makes my heart hammer in my chest. It takes a second to realize it’s not from my dream. Owen isn’t dead and I’m at his house, not Dad’s.
The doorknob rattles again.
It’s soft, but insistent enough it has me flying out of bed to stop the noise. I unlock the door and am not surprised to see the massive form of a man standing before me. The nightlight in the hallway casts a yellow glow on the warm, sculpted curves of his muscles. He sways slightly.
Asleep.
Since I’ve missed him, and he’s been avoiding me, I take advantage of the vulnerable moment by wrapping my arms around him. He remains still as I hug him. A grunt escapes him which has me pulling away.
“Let’s get back to bed,” I murmur. “Come on.”
I take his hand and tug him toward his room. He’s resistant at first, but then relaxes, allowing me to guide him away. Once inside his room, he shuts the door behind us. Since he can deactivate an alarm while asleep, this isn’t an indicator that he’s a fully awake.
“Over here,” I whisper, grateful for the moonlight coming in through the window to allow me to see. “Time for sleep.”
I help him into bed, but the second I start to retreat, his hand seizes mine lightning quick.
“Stay.”
His single, gravelly word has my flesh tingling.
“Sleep, Owen.”
“I’m awake now.”
He tugs my hand, and this time, I go to him.
His body is so much larger than mine. Even half asleep, he’s able to effortlessly manhandle me over his body and tuck me into his side.
Relief floods through me at being so close to him.
Greedily, I slide my palm up over his muscular chest and touch his soft chest hair between his pectorals.
My leg slides between both of his, tangling with them. It feels good to be glued to his side.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
I let out a sad sigh. “I’m not.”
His fingers find my hip and he strokes me over my sleep shirt. “Not about what we did. About running. I’m a fucking failure.”
I frown and shake my head. “You’re not a failure. Is your life messy? Sure. But you’re still a great dad and…”
“And what?”
“And I think you’re amazing.”
In the dark, it’s easy to admit these things. He kisses my head. “I think you’re amazing too, angel.”
Angel?
I smile at his words. Unable to keep from touching him, I let my fingertips drift down his abs.
I’m impressed with how perfect his body is, especially for his age.
He lets out a hiss when my finger circles his bellybutton.
Then, because I can’t stop myself, I boldly slip my hand down to his boxers and cup his throbbing cock over the material.
“Mei.”
Slowly, I rub at him, breathing heavily. “Does it feel good?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
He curses under his breath which I take to mean as a no.
I hook the waistband of his boxers with my thumb and drag it down, freeing his massive cock.
Without giving him a chance to rethink his decision, I bring my hand back to his dick, marveling over how my fingertips don’t even touch when encircling his thickness.
And I want this huge thing inside of me?
My core throbs with need. I’ve been thinking about it since the moment I laid eyes on him. Of course, then, I didn’t know how big he was. I can’t even wear tampons without a little pain at the stretch. This man will tear me in half.
I bite on my bottom lip to suppress a whimper. A wet spot of arousal forms in my panties at the thought of having sex with Owen. He grunts and groans as I fuck his cock with my hand.
It’s not enough.
I sit up and then begin inching my way down his body. His face is shadowed, but the moonlight highlights his cock. Pre-cum glistens at his tip. A smile tugs at my lips as I lower my face to have a taste of him.
“Mei.”
His choked groan of my name emboldens me.
I run my tongue along his tip, marveling in the saltiness beaded there.
Doesn’t taste bad by any means. Strange, but kind of nice.
I gently suck on his tip like I used to do with my thumb when I was little, even making little needy whimpering sounds.
His giant hand flies to my hair, tangling his thick fingers in my tresses.
He twists slightly so that his grip is tight.
“Swallow me, angel.”
The thought of even getting half his cock in my mouth, much less swallowing it, is intimidating. But, since he’s letting go of his control, I go with it, eager for him to fully release himself to me. My lips slide over his shaft until the crown of his cock hits the back of my throat.
I gag, my whole throat constricting and eyes watering. A flash of humiliation zaps through me.
“I’m sorry,” I croak out.
He chuckles. “Watching you gag on my dick is the single most satisfying thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire life.”
Oh.
I smile and then do it again. Each time I attempt to take him deeper, my gagging gets worse. Drool is everywhere and I’m pretty sure I’m doing everything all wrong. But he bucks his hips and makes the sexiest whimpering sounds I’ve ever heard.
I’m doing something right.
“I’m going to come,” he hisses as my teeth scrape along his sensitive flesh. “You probably don’t want to swallow.”
Ignoring that comment, I move faster and with more intention, keeping his tip aimed at the back of my throat.
He grunts, and caves to my wishes. With a slight snarl, he lift his hips while tugging on his grip on my head.
This has his cock sliding into my throat.
As I attempt to keep from gagging, his cock begins to pulse.
I breathe through my nose and relax my muscles in my throat, slightly dazed at how strange it feels to have someone come inside you like this.
Saving me the embarrassment of another gag, he pulls me off his cock and up toward his mouth. The man rolls on top of me, claiming my swollen, salty lips. Kissing him is so intense. It’s as if he’s trying to seek out my soul with his tongue.
I love being possessed by him.
He kisses me deeply and with purpose. My core throbs wildly. As if attuned to my need, he slides his hand down to find my sleep shorts and panties. I can hardly breathe from the anticipation of where this is going. I’m a virgin, but I absolutely want to give it up to him.
Even if it hurts.
He can’t pull my shorts and panties off fast enough. My skin buzzes with electric desire. I want him to spread me open and spear me with his cock.
I gasp as he sits up and yanks my thighs apart. The cool air kisses my pussy. Being exposed to this man, even in only the glow of the moonlight, feels way out of my depth. Maybe I’m the one dreaming right now.
He drags his tongue along my pussy, making my eyes bug out of my head. Definitely not dreaming. I’m startled by the fact he has his nose against my clit rather than his dick inside me. I grab onto the soft strands of his hair, squeezing my thighs against the sides of his head.
Grunting, he digs his thumbs into my thighs, pushing them back down so he can feast on me.
And, God, how he does. His tongue is relentless, licking and flicking and teasing me in every nook and cranny.
I knew the clit would feel good, but I had no idea all the other parts of me would be sensitive too.
Sure, he circles my clit here and there, but he also licks between the lips there and even probes the opening.
When he sucks on my clit, I have to bite down on my lip to keep from shrieking in pleasure.
His saliva soaks my already drenched pussy, making the bed wet beneath my ass. He stops only long enough to suck on his finger and then he’s back to licking me. I gasp in shock as his finger presses inside me.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my pussy. “My finger barely fits inside you. Your pussy would fucking kill my cock with pleasure.”
The dirty words coming from his mouth have me spreading my thighs further, aching to have him stretch me with his finger. He inches it in slowly and curls it upward. The tip grazes over a delightful place inside me that has stars glittering around.
All it takes are another few strokes inside and a little sucking on my clit for me to explode. Pleasure pulsates through me, radiating from my core to every extremity. I thrash and tremble, overcome with the overwhelming bliss.
When I finally come down from my orgasm, I’m shaking so bad my teeth are chattering.
He kisses the inside of my thigh and whispers, “Relax, angel. You have a death grip on my finger.”
I do as I’m told and he gently slips his finger out of me. It feels raw inside me and I’m pretty sure I might be bleeding a little.
“I’m going to clean you up,” he says, another kiss to my thigh. “Sit tight.”
I’m so blissed out, I drift off to sleep, only to wake when something warm rubs between my thighs.
Owen takes painstaking care of cleaning me.
It’s so intimate and sweet, my eyes water with emotion.
Once I’m clean, he tosses the wet rag away and then locates my panties.
To my disappointment, he slides them up my still-trembling thighs.
“We’re not going to have sex?” I ask, voice raspy.
He crawls over my body and kisses my mouth. There’s a musky, sex scent that must be from me. If he’s bothered by it, he doesn’t let on. The man kisses me like he can’t seem to get enough.
The feeling is mutual.
I wrap my legs around him, breathing heavily as his naked cock rubs along my sore pussy through my panties. Why did he have to put them back on?
“I want you,” I say in a pouty voice against his lips.
“Same,” he murmurs. “But I’m pretty sure I hurt you just now. There was blood on my finger.”
“You’ll be my first,” I admit, shame creeping in. “I’m sorry.”
He nips at my bottom lip and his cock jolts. “Are you kidding me? What are you sorry for? It would be my honor to be the first man inside your perfect body. I will cherish every second of it, Mei. It’ll be memorable and sexy for you.”
“But not now?”
“Soon.”
Our romantic fog dissipates when I hear Mom’s alarm through the wall. We both scramble at the same time. I give him a quick kiss on his mouth before flying off the bed and to the bedroom door. I’m able to slip out and close the door behind me undetected.
Halfway back to my room, I hear a door open.
“Mei?”
I freeze at the sound of my mother’s voice. Shameful heat races across my flesh, especially since I’m in nothing but a sleep shirt that barely covers my ass, and my shorts are still in his bed. I look guilty because I am.
“Owen was sleepwalking,” I blurt out, hoping she’ll buy the lie. “I got him back to bed.”
And we gave each other the most amazing orgasms…
“Hmm.”
I don’t wait for an interrogation and quickly slip into the room I share with Addison. It’s not until I’ve crawled back into bed do I allow myself to breathe again.
That was too close.
Next time we’ll need to be more careful.