18
Xavier
“Right, I’m going. Got shit to do,” Austin announcesas soon as Aaron and Emaline arrive back home. “Your turn to babysit.” He grabs his helmet and nods toward me, the wounded baby indicating that he’s done looking after me.
“You’ve done fuck all,” I growl at him, wincing as I make a sudden move and a sharp pain stabs into my ribs, and I can feel the blood drain from my face.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Aaron proclaims, pointing to the couch, indicating that he wants him to sit back down again. “We need to have a quick chat.”
“I’ve got errands to run,” Austin hits tersely, refusing to look at Emaline, who keeps watching him precariously, hoping to catch his eye so she can grace him with a sweet smile. Fuck, he’s a rude cunt.
“Sit down, bro,” Aaron declares firmly, making Austin flinch as a cagey expression washes across his face.
“What the fuck is going on?” I assert, sensing some shit went down, and Aaron is eager to update us on it.
Aaron parks his arse in the chair rather than sitting on the couch next to Em, and I shake my head disappointedly at the way he treats her. We’ve opened our home and hearts up to her, and he could at least show her some fucking courtesy.
“So,” Aaron begins, “we still haven’t gotten to the bottom of all this shit that’s been going on, however, we have…Emaline has found out who we’re dealing with.”
“Who?” Austin snaps warily. “They’re not Addington locals, I can tell you that much.”
“No,” Aaron grunts, “Illinois. The Viche family.”
There’s a momentary silence as reality drops, looking slightly different from how we imagined.
“Ah, fuck off,” Austin growls, roughing up his short dark hair with fingers looking massively embittered. “It can’t be.”
“Em,” Aaron encourages her to speak, and I glance at Austin to see if he’d acknowledge her existence now. He looks at her briefly, eyes soften, pupils dilate of a man who likes what he sees, then drops his gaze when he notices me scrutinizing him—sneaky prick.
“Um,” she licks her bottom lip and pushes her glasses back on her face nervously, with everyone watching her closely. Well…everyone except Austin. “Brielle said that she found their accountancy information in a storage unit that our grandparents are paying for, which we didn’t know about.”
“Where is it now?” I ask softly, placing my hand on her knee.
“I don’t know. Unfortunately, the nurse asked me to leave before I got more information from her. But she clarified that the Viche family has been pursuing her.” She finishes doing that cute, weird growl at the back of her throat, and my heart soars. Em has the funniest little quirks, and I love them all.
“Fuck,” Austin is squirming hard.
“What do you know about them?” I ask him since he seems to be freaking out.
“You don’t want to know,” he mutters, standing to leave, “I need some fresh air.”
“Bro,” Aaron yells at him, “would you mind sharing any information on them? It would be much appreciated.”
Austin stalls, wearing a look like he’s in pain. “Fuck, they’re bad fucking news. Better that they stay in Illinois.”
“Give us an example,” I press. He glances at Em, and I wonder if he’s worried about saying something in front of her that will scare her.
He wavers, roughing his hair up, and just as I’m about to ask Em to leave the room so he can speak freely, he declares, “There was a guy in prison who had his fucking hand chopped off by one the Viche goons-”
Em gasps in horror, and I stop Austin midsentence. “Em, do you want to leave the room?”
“No,” she breathes, frowning as her eyes are as wide as saucers behind those glasses.
“Are you sure?” I reiterate. “The less you know, the better.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine.”
“I don’t believe you,” I say in my bossy, protective voice. I want my girl wrapped in armor so she’s never hurt. “Em, we won’t take long. Just go into my bedroom.”
“Fine,” she says, standing up to leave, and I take the opportunity to pinch her little bouncy ass as she walks away, lucky to drag a smile out of her.
When I turn back to my twin, he’s glaring at me, and I shrug my shoulders innocently. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says in his usual grumpy as fuck tone. “Anyway, all I was going add is that the guy in prison’s brother went missing, and his head turned up on his wife’s doorstep. So, we’re talking about gang lords, mafia fuckers, not small-time thieves or dope sellers.”
“How do we deal with this, then?” I throw out the question that we’re all thinking. “This had nothing to do with us in the first place, but now we’re in deep. So, what do we do? How do we fix this?”
“Fuck knows,” Aaron answers, folding his massively thick arms across his chest. “If smashing up my SUV is a warning, then what lengths will they go to if I don’t listen.”
“Fuck,” I groan, resting my head back on the couch cushion. “I smacked over two of them, so does that make me enemy number one? Is my head going to be served up on Em’s doorstep?”
Aaron looks as uncomfortable as I feel, rubbing the back of his neck and grimacing. “What are we going to do with her?” he points towards the hallway where Em waits.
“Well…that’s your problem,” Austin proclaims, standing up and walking to the door. “I need to get some stuff done.”
“Watch your back, bro,” Aaron calls after him as the door closes on us. “What the fuck is the deal with him?”
“I don’t know,” I wince as I stand up, hugging my side and eager to retrieve Emaline.
She’s standing at my bedroom window gazing down at the traffic, cast in shadow from the tall buildings. Tucking a curl of hair behind her ear, she sighs before forcing a smile. “Be careful, as you’ll hurt yourself,” she says as I wrap my arms around her, then grunt when pain strikes.
“Fucking painkillers aren’t killing the pain,” I moan into her vanilla-scented hair. With an inhale of her scent, I relax, and the world doesn’t seem so bad. “I going to have to be honest with you, Em…”
“Huh?” a sweet sigh against my chest.
“I don’t know how to fix this.” I’m being brutally honest because if I knew the two men in the elevator were Viche’s, I may have reconsidered breaking their noses. Unless they touched Emaline, I would’ve been unable to hold back. As I hold her, those little hands make their way to the front of my sweats, and when she touches my balls, a deep rumble escapes my hungry mouth.
“Are you in too much pain for this?” she asks so damn sweetly.
“Ah, no, I’m never in too much pain for you to pump my cock,” I answer bluntly.
“I don’t need you to fix it,” she states, as her other hand slips down the back of my sweats to squeeze my butt cheek. “It’s not your responsibility.”
“Ah…it’s become our responsibil-ity, Em,” as she fondles the front of my pants more. “We’re in this with you.”
She wrestles with my embrace, so I loosen my grip so she can drop to her knees, and she aggressively pulls my sweatpants down to flip out my cock.
“Go easy, Em, I’d hate you hurt yourself,” I tease as her small hand clutches my cock – straight as a rod and hard as a brick.
She licks her bottom lip and is about to take my cock into her mouth when she reaches for her glasses to take them off.
“No,” I state sternly. “Don’t you dare? You’re gonna keep those glasses on because you know how much it turns me on.”
She gives me an unintentional flirty glance that gets my juice pumping as she parts her lips and encases the head of my cock with her mouth. Another groan exudes from my mouth when her tongue brushes rapidly over the tip of my cock, urging pressure to build quickly.
“Where did you learn that, Em? I hope you haven’t been watching porn without me,” I joke, knowing Em wouldn’t touch porn with a bargepole, so it must be Aaron who has given her a few tips. I’ll thank him later.
Firmly placing my hand on the back of her dark head, I start guiding her over my length, gently pushing further inside that succulent, fruity-tasting mouth. Rolling my hips, I move in and out as the pressure builds, and Jeesuz fucking Christ, I’m almost ready to offload my cream. Not yet; it’s too soon because I need more pleasure, so I bite my lip and force my instincts back from exploding inside her.
I roll my hips a bit more aggressively, increasing the pace as her head bobs back and forth and little muffled sighs escape her mouth. This is the best therapy for a wounded man like myself, a good fucking oral with a capital O. Small stabs of pain in my ribcage increase as I hit her harder, wearing down the pleasure until all I noticed was the pain.
I pull out, and a disappointed expression washes over her face as if she didn’t do it correctly or wasn’t turning me on enough. “My ribs are bothering me,” I told her, so she doesn’t blame herself, but it hasn’t affected my hardness. I still need her to finish me off, just not like this.
“Stand up,” I order her, and she does as I demand, gazing up at me with such innocence and longing. I freeze into this moment, drinking her in – the little button nose with a faded dusting of freckles, large soulful eyes behind glasses, pale dimpled cheeks, and a mouth that makes me forget who I am. “Take your clothes off. Slowly.”
This is weakness, undressing in the light in front of me. She can do it in the dark, no problem, but I need to see her – every dimple, freckle, scar, and curve of her short body – I need to see it all.
Reaching again for her glasses, I shoot her a look of disdain. “I need to take them off to get my sweater over my head,” she informs me flatly.
“Okay, fair enough,” I agree, as I wouldn’t want her to break them. “You win that negotiation, but make sure you put them back on as soon as you’re naked.”
I can’t take my eyes off her as she uncoils her knitted scarf from her neck, takes off her coat, and lets it fall to the floor. She lowers her eyes shyly and hesitates before grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head, revealing an unsexy, grey thermal top with two holes over the stomach area. The thermal top is whipped off quickly to reveal a plain beige bra, which sums up Emaline Applegate.
Not flashy. Not attention seeking. Not overtly sexy. But her understated naturalness turns me on like a light switch. I can’t help it. I love what I see. I like her scent, the way she walks, talks, licks her lip, dresses…every damn thing.
Prodding my hard cock against her abdomen, I reach for her bra straps and pull them down her arms to reveal those perky little tits with dark pink nipples – firm and eager for my touch. Gently, I brush the back of my knuckles over her breasts, and her skin quivers as that soulful gaze watches me closely. I drop to my knees, suppress a wince from pain, and take her left nipple in my mouth as her fingers run through my hair, digging into my scalp.
While sucking her nipple, I find her butt cheeks and squeeze, moving my hand to the front and unzip her jeans and quickly sliding my hand inside, drawing high pitch pants from her lips.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Em,” I growl over her breast as her panties become quickly soaked, and she leans against me, as her legs weaken and shudder.
“Fuck me now, Xavier,” she whines, gyrating her little, soft body against me longingly.
Pressure builds up again, and I can feel the head of my cock dilate, ready to blow my load. I can’t hold on much longer and pull away from her nipple, strip her jeans and plain white panties down so she’s bare and vulnerable – soft, ripe skin waiting for me to sink my teeth into.
I climb up onto my feet, cock sticking straight in front of me, and lie down on my back on my bed. “Get on,” I prompt her. I can’t fuck her the way I’d like to because my stab wound might rupture, and the pain is a deterrent to getting off.
She strips her bra off entirely so she’s beautifully naked as the silver winter light streaming in from the window catches her skin and graces her with a halo. She fixes her glasses back on that gorgeous face, and again, I get a hit of a high, and my cock lurches, hungry to sink inside that warm, wet pussy.
Em kneels over me, careful not to place her hands on my chest; even though I want her to touch me, the pain from my wound will be too much.
“Go easy,” I warn, as I hold my cock so she can slide down over me. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her and the animalistic sensation of her warm, sodden grip on her tight pussy only contributes to my blistering heat.
She sways about, struggling to find her balance, and when I push upwards, driving my cock inside her, I yelp out in pain, but I can’t stop. My cock is too fucking hungry to care about some useless pain drilling into my ribcage, so I’ll bear it for the purpose of offloading my cream inside of my girl.
With my hands on her hips, firmly guiding her, she gyrates as her titties jiggle and lips part, releasing a gasp with every hit of her body. I receive a jolt of pain as she moves over my cock, but weirdly the pain starts to dissipate as my high grows…pain becomes pleasure, and the pressure builds some more.
I push my cock further inside her from underneath, and she tips her head back and closes her eyes, surrendering to the desire and erotic rapture infiltrating every cell in her body. Her pace hastens in the throes of railing closer to her climax…
Moaning.
Skin slapping against skin.
The scent of sex and perfume.
The pressure builds…
Then she stops.
Her brow furrows, and she becomes distant, glancing about her as if searching for something.
“Why have you stopped, Em?” I ask her urgently. I’m so fucking close to shooting my load. All I need is a few more grinding strokes.
“Shouldn’t we have protection?” she asks sweetly, glancing at the drawer beside my bed where I keep my rubbers.
“Sure,” I answer reluctantly and reach for my top drawer, wincing when I twist my side. She’s right. I know she’s right, but I love coming inside her as I’ve done twice before.
I hand her a packet between two fingers, and she takes it from me, peering closely at where to rip it.
“There’s no need to read instructions, Em,” I say, bemused, as I take it from her and rip it open.
“I”m sorry, but I’m not an expert at this sort of thing,” she says sweetly, and my heart swells.
“You’re easy to fall for, Em,” I tell, smacking that bare ass of hers to get off my cock so that I can slide the sheath on.
“Really?” she states curiously and watches me closely as I slide it over my already shiny, wet cock.
“Yeah,” I grin, “Can’t you tell how much I like you?” Those eyes twinkle through the lens of her glasses, and I cock my eyebrows at her flirtatiously. “Now, hurry up and get back on to make my favorite girl scream.”
She’s quick to ride my cock again as her juice dribbles down her thighs and onto my balls. As she starts pounding me from above, I feel the rubber sliding upwards with each movement we make. The pressure builds as her sighing becomes sharper, and she is desperate for the climax to knock her out.
Just as her body clenches over my cock and she grabs her tits for something to clutch on to, and her thumbs start playing with the nipples, and I can’t fucking hold back any longer.
The pressure is too much, and with a grunt, I release into the condom, pushing further into her as I do so. She comes at the same time, making that cum face that I fucking love as her glasses fog up from our heat.
She sits on top of my half-hard cock for a while as I brush my hands along her tits, arms, thighs, and curves of her hips and waist. “Did it hurt?” she asks with a worried expression as she peers at my bandaged wound.
“Nah,” I answer. It did hurt a little, but if I admit it, she’ll stop having sex with me.
As she climbs off, I notice something is missing and grunt, “Uh oh.”
“What?” she questions, looking at me precariously.
“Do you notice something missing?”
Her eyes drop to my cock, shiny from her juice, half limp, and her mouth drop open in shock, and immediately her hand goes to her pussy. “Is it inside me?” she asks, panicked.
“Well…if it’s not here,” pointing to my cock, “then it must be there,” pointing to her sweet pussy.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasps, sticking her short fingers up her wet hole, almost getting me hard again. “I can’t reach. God, Xavier, get it out of me.”
“That will be my pleasure,” I chuckle, holding my hand out to compare finger sizes with hers, and my hand is almost twice the size. “I’m sure I can reach. Spread ‘em, sister.”
Emaline leans back with her hands on the bed and spreads her legs wide. “Be careful that you don’t push it further.”
“Wish me luck, Em,” I say in jest, rubbing my hands together to warm them up, “I’m going in.”
I slide my fingers in as a small smile appears on her face, getting turned on again, I hope. I move my fingers about in her soft, warm canal, but I can’t find the condom. “Shit,” I say, pulling my fingers back covered in her juice. “I can’t find it.”
“Oh my gosh. It’ll rot up there, and I might get an infection, Xavier,” she panics.
“Okay,” I say, sliding off the bed and pulling my sweats back up. “We need more ammunition.”
“What?” she gasps in horror as I walk to the bedroom door. “I’ll be two secs.”