Chapter Twenty
She’s bold in the moment, her fingers brushing my chest with haughty need. I don’t know why the ugly truth brought this reaction. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s sympathy. But fuck it, I don’t care. I just want her pussy wrapped around my cock and the bad memories to fade away. That’s what she’s always done for me.
My tongue caresses her mouth, tasting every inch of her, committing it to memory for any moment that I spend apart from her. She doesn’t know the torture it was to stay away from her. She doesn’t know how miserable I was without her.
I reach for the bottom of her T-shirt and pull it up over her head, revealing her bare breasts. They’re a fucking sight for sore eyes with their erect pink nipples, beckoning me to suck them until it hurts her. I want her screaming for me.
My mouth dives away from hers, kissing and nipping down her jaw. Her bastard of a stepfather might have managed to humiliate me in the worst possible way, but he’ll never get this part of me—the part that belongs to Sara. I bite down on the soft flesh of her breasts, not stopping until she cries out.
“Oh God, Aiden,” she whines, her hips writhing against me. She wants to be filled, but I’ll make her wait until she’s damn near in tears from needing my cock. My hand works her sweats downward, tossing them to the floor. Her pussy is bare, and I break my mouth from her just long enough to rid myself of the rest of my clothes. My dick presses against her glistening pussy, and I growl as her hips thrust, nearly catching me.
“No, no,” I chide her, returning to her swollen nipple. “You’re not ready for me yet.” I suck hard, and she cries out, her fists clenching my hair. “I want your body marked with me, Sara.”
She whimpers and cries as I move to her other nipple, giving a nice slap to the one I just sucked. She wiggles and squirms, but I don’t stop. I latch onto her with the same intensity. I’m not letting her get away with an easy fuck. I want her to feel this in her bones.
“Aiden…” Her voice trails off in a pained cry as I bite down on her. “Oh my God, it hurts.”
“It’s supposed to,” I murmur as I lap away the sting. “This is for disobeying me.” My hand drops down between her legs, sliding through her soaked slit. “And you like it, don’t you?”
She cries out as I pad against her clit, rubbing her roughly. Her hips buck, and my lips break free from her tits. I make my way lower, desperate to taste the moisture between her legs. I remove my hand and replace it with my tongue, covering every inch of her from ass to clit. She moans out, once again bucking violently against me.
“You taste so fucking good,” I groan, jabbing my tongue into her pussy. I pull away then, licking my lips and letting my hand explore her again. I push two fingers deep inside, stretching her walls. “How much do you think you can take?”
“All of you,” she cries out as I push in a third finger. “Oh God.”
I lean over and suck her clit into my mouth, sucking on her as I work my fingers back and forth. I want to put them all in her. I want to push her to her limits. I milk her clit and stretch her open enough to fit a fourth finger inside of her.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she cries out, tears now flowing from her cheeks.
“Is it too much?” I pause, running my tongue along her clit once more.
“Yes,” she cries.
“Good,” I growl, sucking her clit hard. She bucks against me, and I slap her ass as it comes up off the bed. “You better come all over me, Sara.”
And she does.
Her body trembles as her pussy bears down on my fingers, pulsing around me. I nearly explode all over her, but I hold back, riding out her orgasm until she comes down from the high. Only when she’s gasping for air, do I shove myself inside of her, filling her with my thick girth. She lets out a cry as I pump into her, giving her no relief.
My hips thrust against her, and I smile as she cries out my name over and over. Her soft moans, while I push into her as deep as I can, are driving me crazy. I stare down at her, sweat dripping from my face to hers. Our bodies are slick, and I don’t stop thrusting into her until I fill her with my come.
“Fuck,” I groan out as I collapse forward, catching myself by my elbows as they land beside her head. I kiss her lips with a possessiveness that leaves us both breathless and then pull out and lay down beside her. “I’ve waited what feels like my whole life to fuck you like this.”
A small smile tugs at her lips. “You have?”
“Of course, and you know that.” I brush some of the hair from her face. “You’ve always known that I was waiting for you to be old enough.”
“What about when we were both young?” Sara reasons. “What stopped you then?”
I search her eyes, not really having the answer. “Maybe I just wasn’t ready for that yet. It just seemed like a line I shouldn’t cross, and then you know, when things happened and I was kicked out, it all just went downhill. I thought you deserved better, Sara, but I couldn’t stay away from you.”
Her tongue runs along her swollen bottom lip, and she dabs the sweat from my face with her finger. “I never once thought you weren’t good enough.”
I smile, kissing her lightly, but I don’t say anything else. I don’t have anything to say in the moment that wouldn’t be an argument. So, I choose to be silent as Sara’s breaths deepen and she drifts off into a restless sleep, still naked in my arms. I can’t let her go, and that’s the only thing I think of as she lies there.
I lost her for seven years—and I won’t let it happen again.
My eyes close, and I lean back against the pillow, her body tucked up tightly against mine. This used to be how we always slept. Well, except there were clothes between us. Now, however, there’s nothing keeping us apart. She knows the truth about me—all of it. And she still chose to kiss me. To want me.
I just hope she doesn’t change her mind.
“I love you,” I whisper softly, brushing my lips across her peaceful face. “I’ve always loved you, and I always will.”
The blackness encircles us, thickening around us. I find myself lost in the memories of the past, instead of charmed and caressed by the present.
“I just really want you to take me fishing,” I say, following Will into the garage. “My dad, well, the guy who was gonna be my dad, told me that he would take me fishing.”
Will lights up a cigarette, his beady eyes raking over me. “And why would some guy who ain’t your dad wanna take you fishing, chump?”
“Because he told me he would,” I counter, confusion filling my chest. I didn’t trust most things that adults said, but I had believed him when he told me he would. He never lied to me about anything—well, except coming home. He never came home one day, and nobody told me why. Not until we were at the wake, and the big black casket was closed. It was a car accident, the guy up on the stage declared.
“I hate to break it to you, kid, but you’re not gonna be here much longer.” He gives me a mean looking smile, the kind that the kids who don’t like me give. “Not a soul wants you here.”
“Sara wants me here,” I argue, thinking of the way she had come to my room, crying for her daddy almost every night for the last—I don’t know—a long time.
“She’s just got a weird crush, and so do you. You know it ain’t right to have a crush on your sister.” He takes a step toward me, blowing smoke in my face.
I cough, the stuff burning my lungs. “I ain’t gotta crush.”
“Yeah, you do, and you know what happens to boys who fuck their sisters?” His face widens in a grin that makes my stomach hurt. I back away, stumbling over a couple of mostly empty paint cans. He laughs. “They send you to a guy like me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about, but I don’t wanna do nothing to Sara. She’s my best friend.”
“Yeah, right. Well, I bet you need some sense knocked into you, boy.” Holding his cigarette between his lips, he plucks me up and tosses me against the black Mustang parked a few feet away. “I know you been sleeping in the same bed as her—and that shit’s got to stop.”
I hold up my hands to defend myself as his big hand comes down on my shoulder, pinning me to the car. “I’m s-s-sorry… I just… I-I won’t do it no more.”
He bursts into laughter again. “I don’t believe a word you say, chump. And I’m gonna fix it right now.”
My eyelids flutter open immediately, my heart pounding in my chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I sit up, untangling myself from Sara and desperate for air. I haven’t had a nightmare in years, but here they are, back to torture me again.
Maybe I do need to kill him in more places than just my head.