22. Scott
CHAPTER 22
Scott
S he grins up at me as I cage her to the bed with my body. Her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn’t seem at all phased by the fact I just jizzed my boxer shorts. Those suckers are officially on the floor, and I don’t have any spare clothes with me, so I guess I’m going home commando.
Ha. I should probably feel some kind of shame for that, but I mostly want to swagger around the whole world and tell everyone that Athena de la Pena made me come in my briefs. I won’t, because kissing and telling is for assholes. I’m a vault, and I’m not even going to talk to her brothers about any of this until she does.
If she wants me to sneak around in the dead of night wearing a pink tutu and a unicorn horn, I’ll do it.
I’m gone for this woman.
How did I get so lucky? I tentatively trail my fingertips down the outside line of her bicep, she watches my fingers as they move. It’s as though both of us are in awe of what’s happening, like we both can’t believe we’re here, like we’re both expecting to wake up from this dream.
“Athena.” Her name is sacred, cherished, adored as it falls from my lips. I’ve wanted nothing more than to be intimate with this woman for what feels like a million years.
I kiss her collarbone, and her back arches.
I drag my tongue down the column of her throat, she moans. It’s a beautiful, needy sound that settles in my chest. I want to make her moan like that for the rest of both of our lives.
So far, I haven’t touched any naked private part of her. It’s not because it’s weird, but I guess, I don’t know… Despite the fact she’s naked and lying underneath me, she still needs to say yes to me touching those places.
I know the assumption is there, right? But I need her to be emphatically clear that it’s what she wants.
I don’t have to wait long or ask her. It seems she knows me better than I thought because she’s staring right at me when she picks my hand off her body and drops it right on top of the nipple I’ve been staring at.
Fuck.
I’m touching Athena de la Pena’s boob.
Oh. My. God.
If I could go back and tell sixteen-year-old me that I’d be touching her boob he’d laugh me out of the room.
Her nipple is hard, pressing into the palm of my hand. When I knead her breast gently, she moans again, and her nipple somehow gets harder. I trace my finger around the base of the little nub? Bud? What the fuck else can you call a nipple other than a nipple?
Everything about this woman makes me want to get Shakespearean or something, makes me want to write poetry about how the skin around her nipple is the perfect shade of gold. None of the de la Pena’s have particularly dark skin, but Athena’s is simply captivating.
I haven’t met every woman from the Dominican Republic, but I bet you could search the entire country and never find a woman with such an enthralling shade of skin.
The contrast to my Iowa-white fingers makes me smile. The cold blue, almost translucent tones of my pasty white ass next to the slight warm hue of her tawny skin fascinates me as my finger loops in circles around her nipple.
Somehow, it’s still getting harder under my finger, and a part of me wants to see just how perky I can make her nips.
“The things I’m going to do to you, Bright Eyes.” I’m not sure if it’s a threat or a promise but—shit, she might think it’s a threat.
I look up at her, and she’s grinning at me. “Well, if you could do some of them before I grow old and die, that would be fucking great.” She rolls her eyes, dropping her head back onto her pillow with a puff of air.
“I can’t help it. I want to study every square inch of your body, commit it all to memory, see what your reactions are to every little thing, learn what you like, what you don’t like, and everything in between.” I pinch the sensitive tip between my fingers and squeeze. Instead of a yelp, this hot-as-fuck sound comes from the back of her throat, so I do it again.
“Fuck.” I’m already getting hard again, but I’m going to ignore the pulsing in my cock because of that dirty little sound my girl is making as I press on her nipple.
“Jesus, Christ, Scottie.” She arches her back, rolling her spine as she does, but it’s not making me any more inclined to rush. I want to study her, catalog her responses.
“I swear to God you need to hurry up and touch me or the end of our story will be you dying. I’ll kill you and live hornily ever after.”
I snort. “As if. You’d kill me, ride my rigor mortis cock, and live happily ever after.”
She scrunches her face up before bursting into fits of laughter, warming something inside me I never even realized was there. She covers her face with her palm. “That’s gross, Gizmo.”
I caress her cheek with the hand not still playing with her breast. “Yes, but it made you laugh, my gorgeous Athena. And there’s no nicer sound in the whole world.”
She rolls her eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m lying here ass naked soaking wet for you, and horny as fuck and you’re all ‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’”
Oh, Oh! I know that one. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”
She grits her teeth before shoving my shoulder. “I will kill you. Scott Alexander Raine so help me fucking God I will do time for you giving me blue balls.” She shoves my hand from her perfectly formed boob to her crotch, and she opens her legs. “Make me come, Scott. Or I swear I’ll get out my vibrator and spray this fucking bed.”
The threat in her voice is matched by the steely determination in her eyes. She’s got the de la Pena glint.
“You know my middle name.” I’m still stuck on that. I don’t remember ever having told her.
She laughs again, cramming her fists into her eye sockets and muttering to herself about how this wasn’t how she expected getting naked in front of me to go.
I need to buckle down and focus, but I’m so bowled over by the fact she remembers silly details about me like my middle name.
Am I stalling? Yes, indeedy. I’m afraid I’m not going to be good enough in bed for her, but I’m all stalled out. If I delay any longer, I’ll end up impaled on a fucking glass dildo. And that’s a demise I really don’t want, even though it would totally make it into the local news. And probably beyond.
I can see all the international news outlets talking about a small-time Iowa boy who jizzed in his pants and was murdered by his lover because he teased her so much.
Sucking in a slow, deep breath, I let my fingers slip between her labia. Jesus Christ. She’s not just wet, she’s soaking, and it’s all for me.
I let out an indiscernible noise and drop my head onto her chest. “Athena. You’re… dripping.”
Her body relaxes as I drag my fingers through her arousal, circle her clit, and slide back down. She heaves out a sigh that says finally, a sigh that says she trusts me with her pleasure, a sigh that says please don’t fuck this up.
I won’t. But it’s been a while since I’ve navigated the complexities of a woman’s vulva. It’s like I’m standing at a buffet table where every dish is my favorite, and I want to eat them all. I don’t know where to start, but my soaking wet fingers find their way back to her clit as a delicious shudder rolls through her body.
My mouth gravitates to her hard little nipples, and while I draw circles over her velvety smooth and slick clit, I tongue her breast.
I’m literally sucking and flicking Athena de la Pena’s tit and fingering her.
My heart’s fucking racing , it’s skipping around my whole body with glee, ricocheting around my pressure points like a tiny metal ball in a pinball machine.
Each moan and movement, every time she grabs my arm, sinking her fingernails into my skin is another ping of the ball, another fuzz of the neon lights, another rush of adrenaline spurring me forward.
My anxiety and fear are melting away as she gets more and more responsive to my fingers and my tongue. I don’t have to think about it, I don’t have to question myself, her noises spur me forward. The way she looks blissed out with her hair sprawled on the mattress is nothing short of ethereal.
Watching her trust me enough for her to let go, to let me make her feel good, sets my soul on fire, and my skin tingles everywhere our bodies connect.
Her pulse skitters, her heart thumps, and her breathing deepens, and as much as I love playing with her tits, the need to kiss her is overpowering.
When I kiss my way up to her mouth, she grips my head like she’s been waiting for me to kiss her. Her nails bite into my skin sending little stabs of pain into my scalp. Her kiss is hungry, consuming, claiming. It’s passionate, needy, almost desperate.
She nips at my lips with her teeth, panting my name as I drive her closer to the edge. I’m unbearably hard as fucking steel against the sheets, precum leaking from my cock, but this isn’t about me.
Clawing at my chest, she breathes out my name, and I’m overcome. Emotion, love clogs my throat as I blink back tears like a fucking idiot, but I can’t stop touching her. She cups my face with both hands, kissing me in earnest, needing me.
It’s like this kiss is drawing my soul toward hers, knitting us together after years of being apart.
Our kiss breaks as her sweet release violently crashes into her. She yells in incoherent Spanish. Her body snaps off the bed, her chin catching my forehead but neither of us really cares. She’s gripping my hand against her clit like she’s afraid I might stop, but I have no intention of stopping. The sound of my name falling from her lips was good, but hearing it screamed through an explosion of pleasure, pleasure I gave her? That’s unbeatable. And going to happen again. Soon.
My chest swells with pride as she pants through the aftershocks, pawing at my body. I lean back over her, not moving my hand from her pussy, and kiss her gently.
Her body sags, muscles soften, her skin is prickled with tiny beads of sweat, and her chest rises and falls with short, sharp breaths.
“Easy, Bright Eyes. Take deeper breaths, you’ll recover faster, and I need to make you scream like that again.” I wiggle my fingers on her clit, but she smacks me away, flapping her hand against mine.
“No, no, no, no, no! Not yet. Too sensitive.”
I nuzzle her face while her breathing slows, peppering her damp skin with kisses.
She looks at me, studying my face. “Did that get to you?”
I roll my lips, not surprised that she noticed my emotional overwhelm. I nod.
She cups my cheek, brushing her lips against mine, sending those little sparks of affection bolting through my bloodstream. “I love you, Scottie.” Her eyes are glassy and full of love as she kisses me gently again. “And I fucking needed that.”
I drop my head to hers, laughing. “Glad to be of service.”
She tilts my head back. “I got you good, you’re already bruising.”
“I’ll take my bedroom battle scars with pride.”
Her eyes light up.
“I love you, Athena. I love you so much it feels like my chest may burst open.” I sound like a fucking Hallmark movie character, but her soft smile says she’s here for it.
“Please don’t explode. I’m going to need you to do that all over again. Right now.”