18. Present Day – Boxing Day
18
PRESENT DAY – BOXING DAY
SCOTT
I pinch my nose. Why I’m punishing myself with these memories I don’t know, but I can’t stop the tidal wave. Like it’s all happening right now , not weeks ago.
Abandoning the closing up routine, I lumber out of the bar, retracing the steps of that night. I brace my arm against the wall in the hall, as another flashback sledgehammers into me.
‘So, this is the only way to stop you running that smart mouth?’ Through her dress, I’d flicked over her taut nipples, enjoying her gasp and the way her knees had buckled.
Running my hands from her tits to her ass and then back up, I’d said, ‘We should go and get dried up.’
‘How about?—’
I’d growled and hauled her onto my shoulder, making her cry out in surprise. Fuck, she was argumentative. ‘Carrying you everywhere seems like the only way I can get you to cooperate.’
I’d carried her up the stairs, through my apartment, and tossed her on my bed, then clumsily unpeeled my soaked shirt from where it’d been slick against my body. The hunger in her eyes had told me she wanted this — me — as much as I did her. Leaning back on my pillow, biting her lip, I swear she knew exactly what she was doing.
Bunching my shirt up with thinly veiled impatience, I’d tossed it in the corner, my eyes settling heavily on her.
‘Your turn,’ I’d demanded. ‘Unless you need a little help?’
God knows she wasn’t one for following orders.
But, surprisingly, she’d risen up on her knees at that, and had started plucking at the sodden fabric clinging to her, leaving very little to my overworking imagination. ‘Yes, please.’
Fuck, when she’d asked politely — that sassy attitude suddenly compliant — I’d almost combusted.
‘Come here,’ I’d somehow ground out.
She’d arched her eyebrows and leant forward, starting to slowly, very slowly, crawl over to the edge of the bed where I stood. My balls tighten at the memory.
She’d sat up then, her gaze locking with mine.
‘You want more games?’ I’d asked, partly to buy time as there was a good chance that if she kept that up, everything would be over a lot sooner than either of us wanted.
I blow out my cheeks now, the sharp puff of air cutting through the silence of the empty pub. I need to get a grip of myself, of my memories — I need to get myself to bed. I’m tired, and the fatigue is clearly not letting me think straight.
My feet tread the worn stairs up to my apartment just as they had done with Josie in my arms, and I miss the weight of her against me.
In my apartment, my gaze falls on the tumble dryer where I’d thrown her dress after I’d peeled it from her. I can still hear her exclamation of, ‘what is it with you stealing my clothing?’ ringing out from the bedroom.
I’d relished her mock-outrage as I sauntered back, finding her lying against my pillows, still only in her tiny, bright purple underwear. ‘Where were we?’ I’d rasped as I stood at the end of the bed, unashamedly devouring every inch of her.
‘Just now?’ She’d fingered a bra strap. ‘Or earlier, when we were playing truth or dare?’
That had made me laugh. ‘Both.’
‘It’s your turn to choose.’ Fixing me with a deadly serious expression, she’d said, ‘Truth or dare?’
I didn’t need to consider. ‘Dare.’
‘Hmmm. A dare .’ She’d pretended to ponder, sitting up and rubbing her chin, looking around the room. ‘What can your dare be?’ Her words came out deliberately slowly. ‘This is a tough one.’
‘Why do I get the feeling you’re not gonna go easy on me?’
‘You’ve got it all wrong.’ She’d shaken her head, levelling her gaze on me. ‘I don’t want you to go easy on me .’
Hands on my hips, I’d cocked my head at her tone. Taking her all in; she was fucking spectacular.
She’d pursed her lips together in a kind of knowing smile and then very coolly said, ‘I dare you to fuck me .’
Fuck.
My cock hardens painfully in my jeans as the memories rip through me. I know sleep is not going to come easily. Locked in my apartment, I undo my flies like I had done then, and kick out of the restricting denim. Grasping my dick in an attempt to relieve the pressure, it thickens even more.
Bad move.
I’m assaulted by more memories of that night as it plays out in my head, and I’m helpless to fight it as more blood rushes south.
I’d crawled over to her then. Loving how coy she looked watching me, sliding her foot back, lifting her knee to hug it to herself. As I reached her, I stroked her hair, looping it behind her ear. ‘So pretty. So innocent looking,’ I’d said.
She’d bitten her lip.
‘Makes it even harder for me to resist when you get all bratty and demanding.’
I throw myself on to the same bed now, cock hard, aching in my hand, as I lie where we’d been, weeks before.
I shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t.
But I can’t stop my fist pumping up and down, slow and reticent as the memories continue.
She had set her shoulders back at my taunt. ‘ Bratty? Thought you said I was an angel?’
‘ She said brattily ,’ I’d teased, then grasped behind her thighs, and tugged hard, whizzing her down so she was flat on her back underneath me.
I’d taken a long moment to study her, our breath falling on each other in the sudden stillness. The smattering of freckles, her plump lips, the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder, it’d been hard to know where to start.
Remembering what she’d liked at the Halloween party, I’d moved my mouth to the tender skin behind her ear. It was as good a place as any to begin, because I was going to taste her everywhere.
‘Uh, that feels so good,’ she’d moaned as my lips worked down her neck while my finger slipped under the waistband of her thong.
My hand pumps down on my dick as I remember her groans, wishing Josie was here to help me find the relief I’m desperate for right now. To satiate the hunger I’ve been trying to squash, desperate to not even admit — until the depths of the night, just like now, where I follow my basest desires.
‘You know, if you’re the brat, does that mean I’m the brat tamer ? Fuck, if I was any good at that,’ I chuckled, ‘I’d be making you wait . Making you suffer .’
‘Thank God, you’re so terrible. Don’t stop—’ she’d gasped when I’d pulled away suddenly.
‘I will stop if you don’t behave.’ Fuck, the things I’d found myself saying and doing. So not like me.
‘I’m on my best behaviour now,’ she’d pleaded.
She’d almost choked with relief when my hand slipped back inside her underwear, back towards her heat. Gliding over her, swirling around her clit, then dipping into the wetness that had pooled between her legs.
‘Promise?’ I’d whispered, my finger hovering, not quite inside her.
She’d wiggled her hips. I could tell she was struggling, trying to get better friction. I don’t know how I’d held back, but instead I’d held still, rolling my lips together, revelling in the power she somehow let me have over her.
She gave me a nod and started to say, ‘Promise—’ but I’d thrust inside her before she could finish the word. She was so wet. Feeling how ready she was for me, I’d curled two fingers inside of her. Then pressing my thumb to her clit, I’d drawn clumsy circles and her lashes had fluttered shut, her mouth parting as she’d groaned my name.
‘Eyes open for me. Look at me when you come,’ I’d demanded.
As her lashes flew open, her pussy had clenched around me.
‘That’s gonna … I wanted you to …’ She’d been panting by that point, almost incoherent.
‘So impatient. So needy.’ I’d kept working my hand as I’d held her gaze and murmured, ‘I am going to fuck you. But I’m going to make you come first.’
She’d whimpered again, loudly. Exactly how I liked it.
‘My fingers feel good inside you?’
‘Yes,’ she hissed out.
‘That’s it. Ride my hand, Angel.’ I kept up the rhythm, relentless, devouring the sight of her taking what she needed from me. Her eyes had started to lose focus again, and I snapped, ‘And look at who’s making you come.’
Her stomach had hollowed out as she’d tensed and then cried out. A loud stirring moan.
The memory has my cock granite fucking hard and seeping pre-cum as I fist up and down.
When she had relaxed, I’d carefully slid my fingers out.
‘Grab that pillow,’ I’d said as I kicked out of my boxers.
‘You just blew my fucking brains out,’ she’d moaned. ‘Now you want me to do things.’
‘Pass it to me, and lift your hips.’
She’d done as I’d asked with no further argument, and I slid the pillow underneath her ass, tugging off her thong as I withdrew my hands.
Shit, she’d looked incredible. And that fucking hummingbird — hovering so close to her pussy. I’d been almost jealous of a tattoo.
After I’d rolled a condom on, I’d moved forwards, rocking her hips back even further, so her legs lifted into the air and I’d balanced them over my shoulders, positioning myself at her centre. She’d almost folded in half but I could still see her tits cupped in her fancy purple bra, all lace and silk, with a glimpse of her pink nipples.
‘Look at you. Fucking beautiful.’
Running her arms down mine, she‘d scratched her nails lightly, down and up. ‘Not so bad yourself.’
‘You sure you want this? Can’t promise to be gentle.’ I’d dipped my gaze, taking all of her in, before looking back up at her. I can see her image in my head now, emblazoned there forever. She was radiant. And so fucking hot. ‘I mean, I’ll try but …’
She’d reached down then to pull my hips forward, thrusting the head of my cock in just a little. ‘You need me to beg again?’
‘No. Just need your consent.’
‘Please,’ she’d whimpered. ‘Please fuck me.’
I’d tried to ease in slowly, I really had, but she’d bucked her hips, pulling me forwards with her hands on my butt and suddenly I was seated all the way in.
I pause in the moment, my hand gripping halfway up my shaft as I recall that I’d stopped then, checking her face, needing to know she was okay.
Her lips had been parted, eyes shut. I didn’t know what she was feeling at that moment. Pleasure? Pain? Had I gone too fast?
‘Open your eyes, Angel,’ I’d whispered.
Blown pupils had blinked back at me.
‘You okay? Feeling good?’
‘Feels so … full .’
I’d moved my hips back a bit at that, but she’d tightened her grip, pulling me back in. Slamming me home. ‘Fuck.’
I spit in my hand and glide the wetness over my cock, up and down the shaft and circling around the head, sucking my teeth with a gasp. Imagining it was Josie’s sweet pussy instead.
‘You’re gonna lose this dare if you carry on like this,’ she’d taunted, breathless as she drew me into her again and again. ‘You’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me .’
Gripping her thighs, I’d taken back control, pulling out nearly all the way and then slamming back in, following the slow rhythm she’d started. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she’d taken me again and again.
I pump up and down my cock to that same brutal beat.
Her mouth had opened, about to call out, before her fingers flew to her mouth trying to stifle it.
‘Nah-uh.’ I peeled her hands away with one of mine. I’d grasped her delicate wrists and pinned them both above her head.
‘Let me hear how much you like me fucking you.’ I’d slammed in once more, pulling back slowly, watching her face.
‘I’ll be too … loud,’ she’d panted as I drove into her again.
‘No one around here. No one is gonna hear you.’
I’d slid my other hand across her hip between us, reaching my thumb out towards her clit. It was swollen under my touch.
Slowly, I’d built up my pace, and she took every pound, every inch, with cries of pleasure. I’m not quite sure how I’d not already lost it at this point, other than the fact that she’d wanted me to fuck her, so I’d intended on fucking her really really good.
As she’d let go, her moans got louder and I think my dick somehow got harder still. Then she detonated, squeezing me so hard with her pussy that I almost saw stars.
But I hadn’t been done. Not by any means. Before she’d had the chance to compose herself, I’d pulled out and flipped her over. She’d stuck her ass in the air, the sight of her arch dipping away from me, a pillow bunched up under tits, fuck that sight alone had almost made me come.
She’d peered back at me and slurred, ‘Ohmigod.’
‘Want me to stop, Angel?’
‘No-ooo,’ she’d panted, turning back.
‘I like watching you come undone on my cock, but I’m trying to win a dare here so …’
I’d run my hands over her back, over her ass, then gripped her hips and pushed my way into her pussy from behind. The momentum had forced her face into the pillow. Reaching around, I’d found her clit and circled it as I slammed in again. She’d been so swollen, and so, so wet.
The pillow had smothered her cries, but the room was filled with the sound of my heavy breathing and our skin slapping.
She’d pushed back with her hips, and a muffled moan sounded out as I felt her pulsing around me again.
My balls tighten as my own release builds now, a blaze pushing its way to my dick, even though the voice in my head is telling me that this is wrong. Even if I’d have wanted to, I can’t stop this torrent of memories.
‘Let me watch you come again,’ I’d said as I’d flipped her back over.
She’d felt so fucking good as I sunk into her again, that time face to face. I’d wanted to hear her properly; I’d wanted to see her properly — see how she glowed.
She’d wrapped her legs around me, hands pulling my chest flush with hers. She’d kissed my neck, her breaths heavy in my ear.
One, two, three thrusts more and I couldn’t hold back. My cock surged inside her, and that time it was me who’d cried out as her walls tightened around me again, and we came together.
Hot ribbons spurt over my hand, my stomach, powerful almost to the point of pain. I ball my other fist up and punch it down into the mattress next to me as brutal relief streams through me.
Fuck. This has got to stop.