82. Dollie—present day #2
There’s a silence between us, when so many unspoken things are said as I look up at him and he looks down at me.
I want you.
I need you.
I missed you.
Those silent words call me up onto my knees, my fingers brushing the denim over his cock as I unbutton his pants. The sound of his zipper interrupts the pounding of my heart in my ears.
I feel... nervous.
That energy is contagious, because the boy I’ve always known to be so brave has a slight rocking to his legs, a glassy look in his eyes that I’d do anything to get rid of.
Anything.
So, I swallow that feeling down. The light tremble in my voice is still slightly noticeable as I request, “Lift for me.”
His hips rise off the bed as I dip my fingers into his jeans and slide them down his hips.
Working the wet material down over his ankles, I throw the jeans behind me.
He sits before me in nothing but a pair of boxers and the clear cover that sits over his new tattoo. That isolated look is still trapped in his gaze. Touching him might make it go away.
My hands brush over the dark hairs on his strong thighs.
Blinking, his vision becomes clearer to me.
Leaning down, he lifts me from the floor to my feet. He pulls my shorts to the ground, and I step away from them, kicking them back to meet his clothes. With careful fingers, he moves to my cami next—the tiny top sticks to me with rainwater.
His lips curve ever so slightly, the garment still hanging in his fingers as he takes me in. His eyes linger for a second on my matching outfit, consisting of a yellow lace bra, pink lacy briefs, and a stoma pouch that harbors both colors.
“I did like them,” I admit, as he pulls me closer by the back of my thighs.
Another tug has me falling into his chest, and he spins us until the bed takes my weight.
His lips find mine, all nerves vacating my body as his tongue licks at the seam of my lips, desperate for access.
I pull him closer with my hands, and subconsciously, I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. The bulge between his legs presses into my center as his tongue continues to roam my mouth.
I struggle to keep up with what appears to be unhinged and messy greed for me.
The feeling of being so loved, so wanted, brings a wet feeling between my legs.
A burn rushes to my cheeks shortly after, wondering if he can feel it.
He—the boy I grew up with as my brother.
The man who feels nothing like a brother as his mouth leaves mine.
Wet kisses and sharp teeth skate down my neck. A single hand wraps around my back, unclasping my pretty bra. His fingers loop through the arm, ready to yank it from my body, but he freezes.
His other hand makes it to my face as he balances on his elbows.
I lean into his touch, coveting it.
“Are you okay to be with me this way?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate. “I want you. I want you to make me forget everything. To show me what we both know. That it’s you and me, always. Until the end of time.”
Devious red lips pull into a smile.
I stare down my body, watching as kisses make it onto my chest. My mind doesn’t envision red kisses left behind, only clear patches that dry in the air.
God, I wish I could see how you look.
Just once. I wish I could see how you look.
My bra lands on the floor, my chest rising and falling as some of the nerves I’d escaped flutter back and invade my stomach.
My phone rings silently, and I can almost make out Shane’s name on the screen.
Ambrose’s mouth sinks lower, soft lips sucking a nipple into his mouth. His moan is contagious as it vibrates against my skin. My own slips out of my mouth.
God…
I throw my head back, pink hair fanning out across pillows that haven’t been changed in years.
One of his hands covers my other breast, kneading my nipple and caressing supple skin.
A longer moan slips out as he does that in time with sucking me harder.
Kisses move down my stomach, the colorful little bag making my heart race as he approaches its side.
He doesn’t waver, more kisses moving over the slight swelling of my stomach.
His eyes meet mine, the hunger in them making them darker than ever.
Pink briefs slide down my thighs as he holds my gaze. His chest rises and falls just as fast as mine.
“Touch me,” I beg as his breath kisses my pussy. “Lick me. Touch me. Anything.”
A playful laugh seeps out. “Don’t get demanding, Dollie, or I won’t let you come.”
He’s not going to have a choice, because the minute his tongue touches that sensitive area, I’m gonna blow.
My phone lights up again, the incessant ringing ignored as I beg, “Please…”
His perfect lips angle, his nose brushes my clit, and he inhales me before his tongue presses inside me. His loving tongue moves in and out of me slowly, erotically making out with my pussy.
Moans fill the air, leaving me in a rush of heavy breaths. His fingers slip inside his shorts, and he grips his hard cock. I see his hand moving vigorously through his shorts. His face is strained, like he can’t bear to touch himself.
“I love that,” I encourage, growing wetter over what I see, his hand in his shorts and his mouth on me. “I love that I get you so hot you can’t help but touch yourself.”
Tongue fucking me, he picks up the pace, going faster and faster, moaning into me as his fingers work his cock.
A pressure builds in my stomach, quickly spreading to my core. I get wetter and wetter, the sound of my arousal, of his kisses, only spurs me on.
I’m so close to coming on his face as his tongue slips out. Tears already built up in my eyes before I could find my words to ask what made him stop.
His mouth returns to me as quickly as it left, moving to my swollen clit. His perfect teeth clamping, scraping over the sensitive nub, sucking, clamping again.
“Tell me you need me,” he demands, his teeth still on me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I need you,” I pant out, as the fingers that were wrapped around his cock seconds ago, press against my pussy.
“How much of me do you need?”
“Two. I need two.”
Sucking my clit between his teeth, two fingers slide into me, finding that little ridge he knows how to work so well.
I pulse on his first thrust, my body trembling as he sinks deeper on the second, forcing me to accept him to his knuckles. On the third, my body tightens around the digits, and I scream out, squirting into his mouth.
Another moan vibrates against me and sets me off again.
I can barely breathe, each gasp for air attacking my hungry lungs.
Sliding his fingers out, he licks them clean, intoxicating me further.
“Get down on the bed.” I push at him, flipping his body onto the pillow at my side as he wipes his mouth.
“Kiss me.”
I greet his lips with a kiss not long enough to please him, leaving him lifting off the bed for more.
Settling between his legs, I dip my fingers into the hem of perfectly fitted shorts.
Long fingers stop me, wrapping around each wrist.
“What is it?” I’m still dizzy from my orgasm, still panting as I talk.
“I…” he hesitates.
“No secrets.”
“Okay… I don’t like oral.”
“Well, you acted like you did a minute ago.”
“That was giving. I don’t like to receive.”
“Maybe the last person who did it wasn’t right for you.”
All words stall in his throat behind that deep scar. He licks at his lips, taking away the dryness that appears from nowhere.
“Did I say something wrong?”
His head shakes, and he clears his throat. “I’ve only had one experience, and it was non-consensual.”
My mouth dries, too, and I fall back, my butt landing firmly on the springy mattress.
“Chuc—”
“Please, don’t say his name. Not while I’m hard for you.”
I nod, accepting one of his boundaries while getting ready to push another.
I force myself up, moving closer to him. And with my hands back on his boxers, I say, “Let me try this. Let me help you forget him. Let me make it so you’ll only ever think of me. And if it doesn’t work, I’ll never push this again. Please…” Let me help you escape him.
Swallowing down his nerves, he just stares at me.
“Okay.” The word is almost soundless. The next, loud in the room as I lower myself down. “Do you wanna go and get some protection?”
“Not with you. You said it’s fine. I trust you. Now, trust me.”