Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ELSIE
I slowly stir awake, feeling all warm and cosy. Blinking a few times, memories of where I am come to me. I tense when I realise that I’m buried face to chest with Scar. Both of us are laid on our sides, my leg is draped over his hip, and my other leg is tangled with his. His arm is draped over me holding me close, like he’s cuddling a teddy. I close my eyes as I breathe in his scent, wanting to dart my tongue out and lick him to see if he tastes as good as he smells. Instead, I slowly inhale, savouring the heady mixture of the fresh woodsy scent of his cologne and the smell of fresh air leather that just seems to be on him. A small sigh escapes my lips and I immediately tense, worried I have woken him.
His hand flexes on my lower back, slowly moving over the curve of my cheek. He gives it a gentle squeeze and a deep groan rumbles in his throat.
I go to lean my head back to see if he’s awake, but the movement tugs on my stitches. I immediately hiss, stopping my movement.
“What’s the matter, Angel?” he asks, his voice coming out deep and husky. When I don’t answer he shifts, slowly rolling me onto my back, nestling his body between my legs. His sleepy eyes, full of concern search mine. My cheeks heat when I feel the firmness of his body, but also the very hard morning wood that is nestled right at my centre, and all I can think is don’t move, don’t move. He cocks his head, his lips tipping up at the edges. “You’re looking a little flush. You feeling okay?” he asks, knowing damn well why I am flush.
“I’m fine. The stitches just pulled a little and well, being in this position is er, well it’s...” I pause, trying to find the right word. “It’s erotic,” I say, feeling my blush deepen in my cheeks. This just makes Scar smile wider.
“Angel, if you think this position is erotic, give me time and I will blow your fucking mind.” As he says the words, it’s like my traitorous hips have a mind of their own and shift up, looking for friction. A deep groan vibrates from his chest. “That ain’t happening.”
I cover my face with my hands, wanting the ground to swallow me up. “I am so sorry,” I mumble from behind my hands. “I don’t know what got into me. I have never done that before, and I have never wanted or felt the need to do that.”
He pulls my hands from my face, and I’m expecting to see a look of amusement at how incredibly stupid I am for making a fool out of myself. Instead, he looks down at me like he’s trying to withhold something. “You’ve never felt turned on? Never felt like you wanted a man before?” he asks, his voice low.
I’m a little scared to answer, afraid what his reaction might be. What is the right answer? I’ve touched myself, and I’ve read romance novels, but I’ve never looked at Layton and wanted him.
“I—” I pause.
“Don’t ever hold back with me. You can say whatever is on your mind with me,” he assures me, as if he’s reading my mind.
I look to the side, avoiding eye contact with him and breathe the words out in a rush, like ripping off a band aid. “I’ve touched myself, and I’ve read romance novels, but I have never desired a man. I never wanted Layton.”
“You told him no and he still...” Scar pauses, unable to finish the sentence. I can feel his eyes assessing me.
I shrug slightly. “I mean, after a while I stopped fighting it. The more I fought, the more rough he got, and sometimes if I just lay there, he’d hurt me on purpose to get me to react.” I pause, hating how silent he’s gone. “I mean, what I read in those books.” I snort a laugh. “Those ridiculous, multiple orgasms? Yeah, right! I wish they would have been a little honest though, that sex is painful and it’s only the men that enjoy it.” I sigh.
I feel Scar shift, so I brave it and look at him again, watching him as he slowly moves down my body. “I’m going to give you pleasure, right now unless you tell me to stop. Can I give you that?” he asks.
I frown, confused at what he’s doing. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Do you trust me?” he asks. I look into his eyes and give a small gentle nod. His eyes spark as he glides the T-shirt up to my waist. I immediately tense as I feel his breath tickle across my thighs. His fingers hook under my panties at the sides of my hips, and he glides them slowly down my legs. I shift, helping him to remove them completely, all the while keeping my gaze fixed on a tiny crack on the ceiling. My breathing is rapid and my cheeks are flushed. “You’re fucking stunning,” he compliments softly between placing soft kisses along my lower stomach. He gently pushes my legs apart and I feel him pause for a moment.
I instantly move to clamp my thighs closed. Layton always used to say how hideous my fat thighs were, or how even though I would make sure I was waxed just how he liked it, that even my pussy was a whore’s pussy. That I was lucky I had him, because I wouldn’t get anyone else.
“Look at me,” Scar demands. I look at him, and he has my T-shirt gripped tight in his fists. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“I, I…” I pause and shake my head no.
“I need you to say the words, Angel. You are in charge of this entire situation, of me. I do what you want me to do,” he states, his eyes searing through mine, showing me that he means every word.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I tell him, my voice barely a whisper. The reason I don’t want him to stop is because he wants to do this, and for yesterday, for what I feel for him, I don’t want to disappoint him. He slowly lowers himself down and I turn my focus back to that small crack in the ceiling as I feel his breath dance across my centre. “Relax Angel,” he says gently as he delicately pushes my legs apart.
My fists clench the sheets, and my heart beats wildly in my chest in anticipation of what’s to come next. I don’t want to tell him I’ve never done this before, although I’m sure he can tell.
Just keep focused on the crack on the ceiling, and don’t ask dumb questions. I wonder what ? —
“Woah!” I gasp as I his tongue connects with my clit. I lean up on my elbows and look down on him. His face is nestled between my thighs, and as he looks up at me, his eyes light with amusement as he does that thing with his tongue again. “Holy—” He adds pressure and pleasure I’ve never felt before shoots through me. “Oh!” I moan. My hips buck and he groans, his eyes still watching me as he fucks me with his tongue. No, he doesn’t just fuck me with it. The man is a magician, or a sorcerer, because whatever he is doing has to be magic. I’m not sure what spell he is casting but I am here for it.
My eyes are hooded and my breath is coming out ragged, and I’m sure I look like a panting dog as I watch him, but I can’t look away, loving the way that his eyes burn as he watches me. My muscles tense, and it feels that with each lick, each stroke of his tongue, my climax edges closer and closer. Reading my mind, my body, he sucks on my clit, working along with the swirling motion with his tongue. I explode, and my legs clamp around his head, my hips writhing as my orgasm takes hold of my body.
“Oh! Oh fuck!” I scream as my climax hits. Scar moans against my centre, licking everything before he slowly lifts his head, his lips glistening with my arousal. “What was that?” I pant.
He gives me a cocky grin and moves up my body until his face is just millimetres from mine, slowly running his tongue over his lip. “Hmm, hmmm. Your pussy is sweeter than honey,” he groans before taking my mouth. His lips caress mine and I can taste myself on him as his tongue caresses mine. I whimper and he smiles against my lips as he slows the kiss. He lays us down, pulling me to his chest.
I sigh as I listen to his heart beating. As I look down, I see his very hard, very erect dick pitching a tent in his boxers. I clear my throat. “Er, you want to, um, you think... I mean, what about your, erm?” I stutter. He laughs and I push myself up and look at him.
His hand tucks my hair behind my ear as he shakes his head. “It will go down in a minute, well until I eat you out again,” he states.
I raise my brow. “Again?” I ask, stunned.
“Oh, I will be doing it again and again and again,” he states with a devilish grin. I don’t know how to respond to that. Scar moves me off him and gets out of the bed, holding out his hand for me to take. I place my hand in his without question, and it’s only when he leads me to the bathroom that my feet stutter. He turns around and tugs me to him. “Let me take care of you,” he says softly. His eyes are soft, and his hand is caressing my face.
I lean into his touch, blinking up at him before I nod.
He places a brief but gentle kiss on my lips before he drops his hand from my face and takes half a step back. Leaning over, he switches on the shower before turning his attention back to me. His hands take hold of the hem of my T-shirt, and he lifts it carefully over my head before discarding it on the floor. His gaze burns with heat as his eyes sweep down my body.
I wrap my hands around my middle and look away. It’s different to when I was taking care of him before. We were clothed, and it was me looking out for him. Now I’m stood completely bare to him, feeling like I’m exposing more than just my body. For the first time, I feel vulnerable. Even the life I lived before, with everything I endured, there were things I kept hidden, small things that brought me a tiny bit of joy. With Scar he knows and sees all of me. There is no hiding with him, and I don’t want to.
His fingers take hold of my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “Every day I will tell you that you are beautiful, and every day I will remind you just how perfect you are,” he rasps.
I swallow and blink back tears that sting my eyes. He releases my chin, and I watch as he removes his boxers, revealing his still very hard dick. I swallow at the sight of it. The size of it has my eyes widening.
“Just by that look on your face is going to make me fucking explode,” he groans.
My cheeks heat as I realise I was shamelessly staring at his dick. “Sorry. I know I saw it in the shower back then, but I forgot what it looked like.” Breathe. “It’s just so...” I pause. “Big.”
He chuckles lightly. “Don’t ever apologise for complimenting my dick, Angel. Now come on, let me take care of you before I lose what little control I have,” he says, taking my hand and leading me into the shower.
I stop before my body hits the warm spray. “I can’t get my stitches wet,” I state.
He pauses for a moment and nods, releasing my hand before he grabs the shower head and lowers it. I step closer, and after he reaches for his shower gel, he squeezes it across my chest. The cold liquid makes me suck in a breath. His jaw is set tight as he holds the shower head to my chest, while his other hand caresses me, washing my body. As his hands glide over the swell of my breast, his thumb brushes over my nipple, and I shudder. His eyes briefly flicker to mine as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
A moan escapes me as pleasure ignites at my core. His hand moves to my other breast, doing the same there. My skin prickles with goosebumps, but not from feeling cold, but from his touch, from the slow building pleasure he is giving my body. His hand glides lower over my stomach, his eyes searching mine for any sign of me telling him to stop. As his finger glides over my seam, I shudder. He pushes one of his fingers slowly and delicately inside me. I gasp, reaching my hands out and gripping his shoulders to steady myself as he adds another finger and expertly moves them, curling them up and hitting the perfect spot.
The entire time he is watching me, his chest heaving, his jaw locked tight. Pleasure slowly and exquisitely builds, and my walls begin to tighten around him. He groans, and the sound makes my walls tighten further. Feeling brave, I glide one of my hands down over his hard body. With our eyes on each other, his jaw is so tight I’m surprised it doesn’t snap.
I tentatively wrap my hand around his shaft, and he hisses out a breath as I pump my fist up and down his length, watching as the muscles in his neck contort. Watching him fight to hold back his restraint has me edging closer to my orgasm. My lips part and my breathing becomes ragged as my hand pumps faster, wanting him to come with me. He drops the shower head to the floor, and with his now free hand he grabs the back of my head, crashing his mouth down on mine.
As he moves his fingers faster, he presses his thumb to my clit, and that’s enough to have me tumbling over the edge as my orgasm rips through my body. He swallows my moans as he kisses me roughly, possessively. Still pumping his thick hard length, I feel his hips jerk and a deep groan rumbles from his chest as I feel his hot climax coat my stomach. His tongue caresses over mine as he slows his fingers before removing them. My hands move until they are resting on his chest. He breaks the kiss, and while both of us try to catch our breaths, he looks down at my stomach.
I follow his gaze and see his cum is streaked across my stomach. He strokes his fingers through it, moving them down to my centre and gliding his cum coated fingers over my sensitive clit.
His heated eyes sear through mine. “When you are ready, I will be filling your pussy with my cum, over and over again. You will have my cum dripping down your thighs, my scent will be all over you, my seed will claim every part of your fucking stunning body.” He moves his fingers back over my stomach, swiping the remainder of his cum onto his fingertips. Then he glides those finger tips across my lips. “Taste me,” he growls.
I open my mouth, allowing him to slide his fingers into my mouth. As I suck his fingers, I moan at his taste. My walls clench, and arousal quickly begins to awaken within me.
He’s about to say something, but a loud knock radiates through the room. He sighs. “Yeah?!” he yells.
“When you decide to come up for air, Queenie and Nova have made a huge breakfast to welcome Elsie,” Star’s voice says with amusement.
Scar sighs. “Be there in 10 minutes.”
Star doesn’t say anything else. Scar kisses me one last time before taking my hand to lead me out of the shower. “Er, shouldn’t I finish showering?” I ask, gesturing to my stomach area.
“No,” he states with a possessive tone.