Chapter 5
Joel
Lainey sits on my lap, her bare skin glowing in the firelight. She looks like an angel, an apparition, an emissary from heaven come to bless the faithful. Except I’d be the last person an angel would visit.
And yet here she is, midnight eyes and hair, unwrapped in my lap like a gift.
She came up here to seduce me.
I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t think.
After a moment, she shivers and wraps her arms around herself. Her chin drops. “Please don’t say no.”
I gather her to me immediately, sliding my arms around her. “No. No. I’d never say no to you.” She collapses against me and I encourage her to, pulling her chest flush to mine and stroking her hair. “I don’t think I'm capable of it.”
She shudders, and I feel the emotions filling her to the brim.
She’s been through a lot in the last hour.
I keep her cradled against me for a while, stroking my hand up and down her back.
Eventually, I can’t resist rubbing her bottom, exploring the marks I left on her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She relaxes further.
I glide my hand over her body, finding my way to the seam between her legs. I shift her in my lap, easing her thighs apart and soothing them until they relax and fall open.
The scent of her arousal rises, and I grit my teeth so I don’t come in my pants. I haven’t had to fight an orgasm like this since I was a teen, and even then I didn’t have to fight this hard. Lainey destroys my control.
“You’re going to give me this,” I cup my palm over her sweet pussy, “for Christmas?” She’s hot and pulsing and oh so wet in my hand.
My rough, tattooed hand. The contrast of her perfection against my ugly flesh should make me want to look away.
Instead, it gets me hotter. “This most perfect gift… for me?”
She squirms but her lashes lift and she looks squarely at me. “Yes. I want you…” her voice wobbles and she musters more strength, “I want you to have it. To have me.”
I wait for her to change her mind. She’s not drunk. She’s alone but she drove up here. For me. She hasn’t said no. She took off her shirt.
And as I stare, her chin lifts another inch.
She wants this.
I can’t wait a second longer. I scoop her up and stride to my bed, where I lay her out like the virgin offering she is.
As I stare down at her, I know two things: I’m going to hell for this. But it’ll be worth it.
She’s so soft and sweet—chubby thighs and belly, lush breasts spilling out of the top of her sexy bra, lying on my faded flannel sheets. I can’t resist her.
This is a dream. In the morning, she’ll be gone.
But right now, she’s here. My angel. My miracle on a dark and sacred night.
I lean down and kiss the inside of her knee. She squirms and kicks, unused to being worshiped. If I get my way, she’ll get used to it. I’ll work my way up her gorgeous body, pleasuring every inch of her. I’ll tie her down if I have to. My bed posts are sturdy. And tomorrow—
No. There’ll be no tomorrow. This gift, this miracle, is only for one night. I need to make the best of it.
So I get comfy between her legs. When she tries to inch her knees closed, I part her thighs so her pussy blossoms. The scent of her is the sweetest perfume.
I kiss a line from her knee to inches from her dripping center, my beard scraping up the sensitive flesh until it’s chafed pink. I like my mark on her.
“Joel,” she breathes. Her hands come to rest on my head. If she tries to push me away, I’ll pin them down, but for now I like how her fingers tangle in my hair, ready to hold on tight. “You don’t have to go slow for me. You can—”
“Shhh, babygirl.” I stroke two fingers up and down her outer pussy lips, rubbing them with the lightest touch. She’s shaved smooth, and ultra sensitive. She torques her hips one way, then the other, and I steady her with a hand at her waist. “There’s no rush. This is for me.”
“But—”
“No talking.” I make it an order, and don’t miss how her pussy gushes in response.
Beautiful. I scoot further to the apex of her thighs.
“I’m going to get to know you. Inside and out.
” I take one labia between a thumb and forefinger and rub until she can’t catch a breath.
I nuzzle the inside of her knee, nipping her tender flesh.
She’s spread before me like a book, and I want to read every chapter.
Study every paragraph. Memorize every line.
There are faint stretch marks on the curves of her hips and insides of her thighs.
I trace them, first with my fingers, then with my tongue.
She makes the most adorable little whimpers and squeals.
Is she embarrassed about her body? Her responses?
At one point she tries to roll on her front.
I spank her sweet ass. “No. No hiding from me.”
It takes her a moment to obey. I give her another swat and her rear jiggles so nicely, I spank it some more.
The redness from her spanking has faded to a pink flush.
It’ll be interesting to see how much punishment she can take.
She rocks back into position before I can imprint a red mark in the shape of my hand on her bottom.
Her eyes are dark as night, her lips glossy from biting them.
“Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.
” I slide my palms under her ass, gripping her punished flesh in a reminder of what happens when she disobeys me.
I need her to let go, to give me control.
Erotic pain can unlock some people better than pleasure can. I suspect it works that way for Lainey.
I let my beard brush over the crease of her thighs, teasing her, circling her wet center. Her scent envelopes me until I’m drunk with it. I thumb her pussy lips until she’s restless and desperate, not for escape, but for more.
That’s when I lick her. She tenses up but I wear her down, massaging her intimate folds with the lightest touches of my fingertips and tongue.
I tickle her clit and taste her from the top of her labia to the bottom.
I prop her hips up higher and lick in long, rhythmic strokes.
Up and down, up and down, until her hips rock with each pass.
Every so often, she lets out a little coo or sigh. She’s been such a good girl, keeping quiet this whole time.
I take a break and lean back, spreading her labia to drink in the view. Her little clit is swollen and needy.
“I want you to come. You can cry out if you want, but the only thing you say is my name. Got it?” I punctuate my command with a light smack, right on top of her clit.
She gasps.
“Nod if you understand.”
She nods so hard, her hair flops into her face.
“Hang on, babygirl.” I dive back in, licking her in the same rhythm until she’s at a simmer.
“Joel,” she hums my name at a volume barely above a whisper. I lick lower, and delve a thumb to massage the shiny skin around the knot of her anal entrance. All of her is mine. Mine to explore. Mine to possess. Mine to fuck.
“Joel!” She clenches her bottom cheeks, trying to squeeze herself shut, but I press my face to her pussy, driving my tongue into her channel to lick up all the juices there.
Her hips judder, her whole body vibrating at peak intensity.
She turns my name into a moan. I squeeze her ass in rhythm to my tongue fucking her.
She finds my head, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging hard enough to rip it out by the roots. I don’t stop. She’s panting my name, singing it out as her muscles clench.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, my mouth filled with her pussy. She jerks, coming undone on my tongue. Her cries are the sweetest music.
I rise up, beard dripping, and crowd closer, making her legs stretch wide. Her pussy is hot and sopping wet in my palm. I’ve penetrated her with my tongue. She’s loose from her orgasms, but she needs more preparation before I give her my dick.
I slip a finger inside, collecting the wetness. I add another and watch her face—the flutter of her eyelashes, the tiny wince in the corner of her mouth.
“You can take me,” I tell her, and the wrinkle between her brows disappears. She’s so damn responsive to my commands.
We stay like that, joined by my fingers inside her. I toy with her, exploring her wet heat, hooking a finger around to find the rough patch on the front wall of her pussy and swirling over the ridges until it swells.
She’s already come twice, her pleasure painted pink on cheeks and chest. The next time she comes, I’ll be inside her.
“I’m going to put my dick here,” I tell her, being crude on purpose. I have three fingers at her entrance, stretching her. “Inside you. I’m the only man who will have you this way.”
Now and forever. The thought flashes through my mind, and I push it away.
She nods, looking nervous and eager at the same time. It’s too much. I slide my fingers out of her and yank off my flannel shirt so fast, I lose a few buttons. My undershirt and jeans get tossed on the pile. Her eyes widen at the sight of my dick but she doesn’t scramble away.
I fist my cock, squeezing hard to stay my orgasm. This isn’t about me. It’s about her. I’ve gotta make this good for her. I can’t forget myself.
I get close enough to run a finger over the soft pad of her lips. “One day, I’ll fuck you here.”
Her eyes grow heavy and her lips part, allowing my finger to penetrate her mouth.
Fuck. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to blow.
She reaches for me then hesitates.
“You can touch me, baby. I want you to.”
“Like this?” She runs a finger up the side of my dick and it jerks. She pulls away, so I take her hand and guide it. Her fingers are small and dainty, and the sight of them clutching my cock threatens to make me explode.
I cast about for something to distract me. Anything. “The last time you tried to come up here. This summer, when you got a flat. Were you…?”
“Trying to give you my virginity?” She nods. “That was attempt number one.”
And I lectured her about her tires and sent her home. “I’m an idiot.”
“My seduction technique needs work.” She touches her thumb to the head of my dick, gathering the precum and spreading it around. Then she wraps her fingers around the shaft and gives it a tug.
My thighs tremble as I fight the urge to spill in her hand. “Your technique is just fine.” I pull her hand away. “You’re too good.”
She narrows her eyes like she doesn’t believe me. I trace her soft lips again.
“Before, when you were on your knees… I couldn’t stop thinking of this. Then I hated myself for it,” I tell her.
“Why?”
“How can someone like me ever hope to deserve you?”
She grabs my hand and kisses it. “I want you.”
I shift so I can line myself up with her pussy. It’s now or never, or I’m gonna come on my sheets.
I stop. “I don’t have a condom.” How could I be so stupid? This cabin has been my haven, my place of hibernation. I live like a monk. “I’ve never had a girl up here.”
“It’s okay.” Lainey’s hips jerk towards mine, silently begging. “I’m on the pill.”
“I’ve been tested. I don’t have anything. Any STDs.”
“Neither do I,” she tells me, solemn.
I pass a hand over her, memorizing the curve of her belly, the generous swell of her hips. My work-rough hands are tanned and stained with ink, obscene beside her pure flesh. An angel and an abomination. The sacred and the profane.
There’s no redemption for a man like me. Lainey is as close to heaven as I’ll ever come.
But I’m damned if I can’t stop myself from possessing her all the way.