CHAPTER SEVEN | TIERAN
CHAPTER SEVEN
TIERAN
BEING GOOD HAS NEVER been a thing I related to. I know what I want, and I get it. That’s my motto.
I want Cherrie. I fucking want her like she’s the last drug on earth and my veins are on fire. I want to eat her and breathe her. Consume her into my body and soul and keep her prisoner in my core until there is nothing but the satisfaction that she belongs to me.
She does and she doesn’t. The rules we worked painstakingly on over the last two years could have passed parliament. No stone was left unturned. From the moment we all confessed our feelings for the tiny creature with the big, watchful eyes and fiery temper, I knew there was no turning back.
She was ours.
She is ours.
She belongs to each of us equally.
I’m fine with that. Milo and Cal are my brothers and I trust no one like I trust them. I know they would never hurt her.
And she wants us.
It’s perfect.
Plus, the way that girl fucks, relentless and needy, even I’m man enough to know I can’t handle her alone. I would die trying, but I know I’m not capable. No man is. And she deserves to be loved and worshipped and pounded by men who would go to fucking war for her. We would kill for her. Without question.
Hell, hadn’t I taken French for two whole years for her? That hadn’t been willing, but it was the only class she was in that wasn’t full. I barely passed school as a whole but I clung to that godforsaken class like I’d do time if I failed. I made sure I got the seat right behind her every year and I made damn sure she was my partner for every assignment.
I regret nothing.
I got a whole hour with her every day. Longer if we had to meet to do a project. We would talk about fucking everything and I learned things about her no one else knew. We laughed and joked, and ... we were friends. I didn’t have any of those outside Cal and Milo, but it made what I had with Cherrie that much more special, especially since she didn’t have any other friends either.
Which I never understood because she’s fucking amazing. From the moment I walked past her house that chilly October, a few months before she lost her parents and saw her in the upstairs window, dancing to some music I couldn’t hear, I was done. The cigarette in my hand was forgotten as I stood across the street like some creeper and watched her head bang. Hair flying wildly around her face. Her short top swinging dangerously high around her naked abdomen.
She’s fun and funny, and she makes me laugh. And when we talk, it’s deep and intimate. She’s just ... it.
I flick my cigarette into the mound of snow next to the backdoor, kick the snow off my boots and duck into the mudroom. Milo and Cal are in the living room, heads bent, playing cards scattered across the coffee table. Neither notice me as I jog upstairs to wash my hands and change my top; Cherrie hasn’t mentioned the smoke smell, but I don’t want it on her when I hold her.
In the last five days of confinement, I have contained myself to a handful of kisses and the quickie fingering this morning while Cal was making breakfast, but I’m behaving myself. Not for any specific reason, but it’s not a damn race. My purpose in life isn’t to fuck her as quickly as possible. I enjoy having her head on my thigh during movies or pulling her into my lap at the dinner table just to nuzzle the back of her neck. I like our card games and standing at the window with my chin on her shoulder, our hands interlaced at her abdomen watching the snow fall. Small things.
I turn into the bathroom and stop to find Cherrie at the sink, dusting white flour off her top. Our eyes meet in the mirror and she grins sheepishly.
“I was trying to make cookies,” she explains. “I had an accident.”
I’d say. She’s covered. Even her legs are dusted in white.
“Did the flour bag cum too quickly?”
Her nose crinkles. “I didn’t think I rubbed that hard.”
My grin broadened as I stepped up behind her. Our eyes stay locked as I reach down and liberate her of her top. I chuck it in the general direction of the hamper. My eyes break from hers long enough to track over her.
Christ, she’s perfect.
High, perky tits tipped with sweet, pink nipples. Smooth belly that dips to small, clean lips and long, toned legs. The only thing she’s wearing are the socks and a paradise of supple skin.
“Sore?”
Her lip curls. “Not where I want you.” Rather than answer the question her comment has risen, she turns to me. “Do you have lube?”
Bemused, but intrigued, I nod.
My hand is captured, and I’m led to my room. I shut the door behind us and move to the nightstand and my small bottle of personal lube I keep inside.
The late afternoon hue from the sheet of snow hitting the glass barely highlights the room, but somehow her eyes are luminous peering up at me.
“I want you to fuck my ass.” She licks her lips, excited. “Be gentle though. I’ve never done this. Have you?”
I have. A few time, but the girls had been familiar with the process and I had done very little to prepare them. The thought of hurting Cherrie has my fingers tightening around the bottle.
“Maybe we work up to...”
She’s shaking her head before I can finish. “I’m ready. I want to.”
Never one to say no to a woman, I accept. I tell her to get on the bed and she does. On all fours. Her round ass thrust up in preparation.
Christ.
Taking a deep breath, I pull off my clothes and get up behind her and dump half the damn bottle down her ass crack because I am not taking any chances. The slippery liquid trickles over her already wet hole and off her clit where she’s already rubbing with two fingers.
I watch her. Watch the slight twitch of her pussy as she gets herself close. I palm my already stiff cock and bite my lip.
“Spread your legs, Chérie. Show me your pretty hole.”
My good girl uses her shiny fingers to part her opening. An invitation and a tease. I watch with a growl in my chest as both fingers slip in and pump.
“Is that where you want me, baby?” I rasp.
Her motions quicken. Her breathing is sharp. I know she’s close.
“Yes...” She slips out and spreads again. “Fuck me, Tieran. Please.”
I align my dick with the entrance she’s offering and ease in. Stretching the ring around my fat head then slam the rest of the way.
Cherrie snarls and bucks. Her fingers claw into my pillow. I give her a second to adjust before I coat myself in lube and pussy. I angle deep and she flails trying to take the depth.
“Tieran.”
I shush her whimpers. “Good girls who want my dick in their ass have to take it in the cunt first.”
She groans but doesn’t try to stop me again. I grin a little and nudge her ass lower. My body adjusts over hers a little higher and I push down. Aiming for a key spot. It takes several tries and I know I hit it when Cherrie cries out and nearly dislodges from me. I hold her tighter and pump against the knot. Harder. deeper. I give her no chance to catch her breath, to ask what I’m doing. I want her fucking mindless.
I time it to the second. I hold my breath, so careful not to miss the cue when I pull out of her greedy channel and move my dripping cock to the second hole.
Cherrie begs me not to stop. To finish what I started, but I ignore her. I smack her ass hard when she reaches between her shaking thighs. The skin flares red and the woman yelps.
“Hands off!”
She doesn’t reach again.
Chest thumping with excitement, I press my head into the puckered hole glistening with lube. Cherrie’s trying to be still, but she’s practically vibrating with her near orgasm. With her anticipation and apprehension. A thin sheen of sweat glistens down the arch of her spine as I push through.
“Shit!” she hisses through gritted teeth.
I pop in almost too easily. The rest of me is pulled in with the access lube and the eager thrashing. I can tell from her weak noises that it’s hurting her, but she’s determined.
“Chérie,” I begin, trying to assure her we don’t have to.
“Don’t stop,” she wheezes. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I shake my head, but take her hips. I start slow. Rhythmic thrusts to start a good pace, but Cherrie’s grinding and pushing harder. Demanding more and I get it.
My hand bunches into her hair and I drag her all the way flat to the mattress. The pillow is backhanded off the bed and I fall over her, pinning her.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur into her ear, rolling my hips into the plump mounds of her ass cheeks. “You’re taking it in the ass so well.” I squeeze a tit with one hand. The other dives between her thrashing legs and I plunge two fingers into her cunt. “We’re going to get a cock in here next time. We’re going to fill you up.”
Cherrie sobs and writhes wildly. “Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck me.”
I plunge my fingers deeper, matching my hips. “We’re going to destroy your little holes, Chérie. We’re going to take turns using each one until—”
Cherrie screams.
It a guttural sound of pleasure and pain, and unimaginable ecstasy as she cums. Her entire body snaps and thrashes. Driving her slamming down on my cock and fingers with a ferocity I’m almost scared of, but Cherrie is snarling for me not to stop. Her hand is wedged under her body, between her legs, cupped over mine, pushing me deeper, grinding me harder as she rides her pleasure and I’m fucking done. Her release, the animalistic sounds coming from her as she squeezes my dick are more than I can take and I cum in her ass.
She’s still shivering and shuddering several minutes later. Her whimpers press into my chest. I hold her until she’s quieted and gone still. My satisfied smirk brushes the curls at the top of her head before I shut my own eyes and sleep with her.