Thirty-Five
I t shouldn’t have been the right thing to do or say, but somehow the man just knew exactly what I needed. I desperately needed to get out of my head, and he was the only one who could help me with that.
“I’m waiting, woman. Open your damn mouth.”
My lips were quirking into a grin, as he tugged on my chin, his eyes glaring down at me. I didn’t fight him though, because I wanted it. I wanted him to use me, and distract me, and remind me that I was his, always his.
His eyes softened, as he guided his dick to my lips, and I poked my tongue out, teasing at the tip, tasting him, before I opened wide. I loved the gasps he always let out involuntarily, when I caught him unawares like that. Already this was more distracting than I’d even imagined possible. It was the perfect response from Reacher.
He pressed deep into my mouth, as I did my best to catch a breath before he cut off my air. Despite threatening to fuck my mouth, he was being gentle, careful. He eased in and out of my mouth, giving me plenty of time to breathe in between, one hand at the base of his dick, so he didn’t go too deep. He was holding back, and he knew I could take more than this.
As he pulled back to let me breathe again, I pushed against his thighs, to chew him out for going easy on me, but then a thought struck me. Should he even be doing this? Was it safe for him? He had been hospitalised because of his heart. What if this could hurt him? What if an orgasm could kill him?
“Woman, are you trying to piss me off?” His voice was gruff, but his fingers were gentle on my face.
“Are… Jesus… is this uh… Dammit, Reacher.”
He frowned at me, taking the opportunity to poke his dick at my lips, a wicked grin crossing his face. I nearly joined him, but now I was full of fear again. This time for his health.
“Is this safe?”
His frown returned. “I don’t think I can get you up the duff this way, love, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I couldn’t fight the grin this time.
“Idiot. You know what I’m asking. Did the doctor say this was safe for you?”
“Getting my dick sucked? Pretty sure it’s on the list of things a man should always do, woman. So are you gonna get on with it?”
“It won’t hurt you?”
“Your teeth might.”
“Will you be fucking serious for one minute please?” He let out a heavy sigh.
“There was nothing in the advice paperwork shit they gave me that said I couldn’t get it on with my old lady. It’s not like I’m gonna keel over. In fact, I’m pretty sure that sex is good for stress release, so really, it’s like the best thing you could do for me. For my health.” Now he looked adorable as he offered me a wink, and a half grin.
“So… if you don’t do this, you’re harming my health, woman. Is that really what you want?”
“Dickhead.”
He shrugged, waving his dick at my mouth again.
“For my health, woman. Jesus, save me from my stress.”
He grinned when I started laughing, but then he raised his eyebrows, because he really was waiting, and I wasn’t going to let him down. It was for his ‘health’, after all.
I let him slide his dick back into my mouth, and this time, I was relieved that he didn’t hold back as much. He was still gentle, compared to that first time he did it, but he was definitely chasing his pleasure this time.
His fingers eased into my hair, so he could guide my head, as he swiftly thrust into my mouth over and over, angling me so his dick could use my throat. It was oddly freeing, to just let him use me like this. All I could think about was Reacher, about the way he was staring down at me, as he fed his cock into my mouth, the way he held my hair in his hands, but gently stroked me with his thumbs now and then. His taste. The way each strong surge hit the back of my throat, and the way he reacted when I swallowed against his hard flesh.
“Jesus…” That was the only warning he managed before he began pulsing and spurting into my throat, and I gladly swallowed down every drop, relishing his taste, and the way his face showed such intense pleasure. I did that, I made him feel that, and right now, that feeling of accomplishment was everything to me.
Reacher
F uck. Me. This woman just gets more amazing every fucking day. I mean, look at her. She’s still mostly wrapped in the towel she wore from the bathroom, the blankets pushed aside in her eagerness to suck my dick, her face flushed, her eyes watery, and her hair scrunched up from my grip. I stroked my fingers carefully from her hair, and used my thumbs to brush the tears away from her cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness, or pain. They were from being thoroughly choked with my dick, so technically they were happy tears, right?
“You okay, woman?” My voice sounded raspy and unused, which was a surprise after the grunting and cursing I probably did while I was using my old lady. She nodded, her eyes on mine, as I kept stroking her cheeks.
“I love you, woman, and I’ll do anything I can to protect you, okay? You don’t need to be afraid ever again.”
She nodded again, a small movement, like even with a nod she could show that she didn’t fucking believe me.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to just take my word for it, because I’m gonna prove it to you, for the rest of our days.”
She blinked and another damn tear squeezed out.
“What can I do? Ally, just tell me, and I’ll do it.”
She reached for me, so I pulled away just long enough to tuck myself back in my pants, and then I sat on the bed, and pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. I hated it. I hated every minute of her uncertainty, and her anxiety, and her fucking fear. There had to be a way to make her feel safe again.
“Did you talk to Stitch?” She suddenly whispered, her face tilting up to mine, and I shook my head.
“He left just before I got down there, and he’s with Ice for the rest of the afternoon. I’ll catch him when he’s back.”
She nodded slowly. “It’s important. There’s been so much going on, and if there’s something wrong, he needs to know he’s not alone.”
This woman. Already loving my brothers like a President’s old lady should, and that’s with them not willing to accept her right now. In that moment, I knew that I’d do whatever it would take to convince them. No more talk of stepping down, and no talk of just marrying her. She would be my fucking old lady, and they’d fucking accept it. End of discussion.
“Reacher?”
“Yeah?”
She tilted her face again to look at me.
“Will you lay down with me for a while? I’m sure you need to rest the old ticker after that burst of excitement you just had.” I loved how she never stopped pushing me.
“You mean you’re all tuckered out from sucking my dick, and need to rest? Yeah, I’ll lay with you for a while. You know, until you get your energy back.”
“You wish.”
We lay down together with her face pressed against my chest, her breath heating up a patch of my thin t-shirt fabric, so I could feel it warming the skin beneath. I stared at the ceiling as I stroked her back quietly. She was relaxed, if a little bit squirmy beside me.
“You wet, woman?”
She giggled against my chest. “You think sucking you off is what I live for, huh?”
“Obviously, but what I’m asking is, do you need me to get you off? I’m sure you’re horny as fuck right now.”
She sighed, gliding her leg against mine in a sinuous move.
“Yeah, I am. Being beside you, and not with you, is torture.”
Tell me about it. I used my fingers to nudge her face up so I could see her eyes.
“Want me to help you out, Ally? I know you’re probably not up to being fucked yet, but I could give you a tonguing you won’t forget in a hurry.”
I literally saw the shudder that ran through her. A good shudder, I hoped.
“God… yes, I know you can.” Her words were quiet, but I felt like she’d shouted them, or maybe that was just my feeling of triumph at her admission. Damn right, I can.
I moved us carefully, rolling her onto her back so I could ease my way over her body. I peeled the towel apart, although truthfully it was barely wrapped around her at this point. It was, however, damp from her shower, so I helped her wriggle free of it, and tossed it in the general direction of the bathroom.
The waterproof bandage over her injury was just about hanging in there. I’d need to sort that once we were done. But first, her pleasure.
She was already wriggling as I started kissing her breasts, giving each nipple a suck, before I worked my way down her squirming stomach, and pressed her legs apart. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my senses, and I dipped my face into her pussy, like a man possessed.
Her first gasp was music to my ears. I rubbed my beard against her clit, enjoying the way she writhed and giggled at the same time. I didn’t wait, or go slow. I wanted her bucking and gasping, and cursing me, and I got all of that and more.
The more was the bad part though.
“Jesus, woman, where’s that blood coming from?”