30. Molly
Molly
K eir’s mouth moved over mine with pure determination. Like he was trying to erase the last twenty-four hours of trauma with his mouth and body alone.
And I let him.
I let him replace all the negative with the feel of his body on mine. Let him trade my bad memories for good. I embraced them all, content in the knowledge I was finally at peace. No more running and hiding. For the first time in a little over nine years, I could breathe.
He shifted down my body, leaning me against the marble countertop.
The sharp edge cut into the small of my back, but with the way Keir used his tongue, I didn’t give a fuck.
He dropped to his knees before me, urging me to wrap one leg over his shoulder.
The movement left my pussy exposed to him, and he stared at me for a long moment.
I braced for his warm tongue but was surprised by the touch of the now cooled face washer he’d been so intent on wetting earlier. With a gentleness that shouldn’t have surprised me, he cleaned me.
“What are you doing?”
His eyes rose to meet mine. “Cleaning my pussy. We’ve both been through a lot these last couple of days. We need to get cleaned up and rest.”
Crestfallen, I replied, “I thought you were going to?—”
“Eat your pussy?” he asked with a quirked brow. “Make no mistake, Jynx, I will eat your pussy, but later. Right now, I want to take care of my woman. The one who saved my life by sacrificing herself.”
I blinked as tears formed. “You saved mine first,” I whispered.
He flashed me his good boy smile. “Twice, if I remember correctly, but who’s fucking counting?”
Cupping his face, I stroked his stubbled jaw. “I am, Keir. I promise to stand by your side for as long as you’ll have me.”
Turning, he pressed a kiss to my bandaged palm.
“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.” With a grin, he returned to cleaning me, then placed an open-mouthed kiss on my pussy and stood up.
He methodically used the cloth to wash away the dirt from my body, rinsing away the pain until the water ran clear.
When he finally rose to his feet, his erection brushed against his belly, clear liquid beading at the top, but I resisted the urge to run my tongue over it.
Fallon was right. We both needed rest to recover from our ordeal.
Keir ignored his rock hard cock, opting to finish my sponge bath while I watched his quiet strength.
With one final rinse, he cleaned the tears and dirt from my face, then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “All clean.”
“Thank you.”
I took the face washer from him and placed it on the counter before unwrapping my hands.
Whatever cream Fallon had put on them had taken away the sting of pain, at least temporarily.
I could wrap them again when we woke, but for now, I wanted them unhindered.
Grabbing a new face washer, I wet it under the warm water and washed Keir.
I started with his face, meeting his intense stare as I worked, his hand occasionally coming up to slide through my hair that had come loose, pushing it back behind my ear.
He rested his unwrapped palm against the side of my neck, his fingers pressing into my pulse point, which fluttered in response.
“I’m sorry about putting my hands on you before.” He spoke so softly I barely heard him.
My gaze flickered to his face before I refocused on cleaning his arm.
“I have…” The muscle in his jaw bulged. “Anger issues. I hide them behind a smile and friendly personality, but it lurks beneath here.” He touched the space over his heart. “It consumes me sometimes. Like an animal trapped beneath my skin. Like a beast always trying to break free of its cage.”
“I’ve seen it,” I replied. “That darkness trapped in there.”
Keir nodded. “It won’t happen again.”
“Even if it turns you on?” I whispered, nibbling my bottom lip. “Even if it turns me on?”
“It turned you on?” he asked, curious, and his dick twitched against my stomach.
Jesus, just thinking about it had me squirming. “You felt how wet I became.”
Keir’s fingers twitched like he wanted to see if I was wet just talking about it.
Putting down the scrap of material, I dipped two fingers between my pussy lips, while biting back the groan that wanted to break free of my throat.
I was soaked, and I wanted him to know. Circling my clit—once, twice—I brought my fingers to his mouth.
He sucked on them, swirling his tongue and swallowing.
“Jesus, Jynx. You want to have my hands around your neck again?”
I bobbed my head, though I was unable to articulate the reason. Before he could follow through, I grabbed the face washer and wet it again. I moved onto cleaning his neck and chest, sweeping lower until I squeezed out the water and watched the rivulets run down the deep V in his abdomen.
“Don’t forget to wash my cock, Jynx,” he cajoled with a smile.
I ran the washer over the underside of his straining dick before dipping lower. He let out a hiss as I cupped his balls, massaging them gently. Keir grunted, his hips thrusting forward into my hand. Slicking my hand back up, I jerked him until he was breathing hard.
With a smirk I asked, “Enjoying your sponge bath?”
“You fucking know I am,” he replied, leaning down to bite the side of my neck before licking away the sting.
I pulled back, dumping the soiled washer into the sink and turning off the tap. “We should rest,” I told him.
He blinked, unsure he’d heard me correctly, but at my smile, he agreed. “Yes, Jynx, let’s get you into bed.”
I must’ve fallen into a deep sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. That could be the only explanation, since something had just woken me. Something that sounded a lot like Keir’s voice.
“Come on, Jynx. Wake up for me, baby.”
My lashes fluttered open, and I found Keir nestled between my thighs. His hands were wrapped around the tops of them, holding me open while pushing me down so I couldn’t move.
“There she is,” he murmured, eyes dark as his gaze flickered to my pussy. His mouth and face were smeared in my wetness. Liquid arousal dripped from my core, and I knew he’d been playing with me while I slept.
“I want you awake when I push you over the edge,” he said, sliding his tongue through my slit and sucking on my clit. I let out a whimper, my body already familiar with the sensation of his mouth on me, while my brain played catch up.
“Keir.” I let out a gasp when he hooked two fingers inside me and scissored them, stretching me out so he could push inside me with one thrust. While he worked to get my body ready for him, he nibbled on my clit, sucking on it and using the tip of his tongue to flick rapidly against the bundle of nerves.
My hips bucked off the bed, but even one-handed and hurt, he managed to keep my body pinned to the mattress.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He made one long pass through my pussy, humming his appreciation. “Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me.”
Lowering his head, he huffed a laugh against my aching center, then sliced his tongue through once more. “Beg me for it?”
I let out a frustrated groan. “Please, please let me have your cock, Keir.”
When he looked at me again, a shit-eating grin tilted up the corners of his mouth.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He moved onto his knees, lining himself up with my soaked pussy.
He was teasing me by taking this long, but I knew it would be worth the wait.
My body was primed, my pussy aching for him to slide inside and fuck me into oblivion.
Holding my thighs, he exposed me to his view, which he drank in with unabashed delight. The head of his cock was notched at my entrance, his attention fixed on where we were joined. He pushed in a little before dragging himself back out again.
“You should see how well your pussy swallows my cock.”
A little frustrated, and a lot turned on, I lifted onto my elbows to look down at our joined bodies.
His thick cock was nestled between my lips, the crown disappearing inside me.
It seemed to pulse as we both watched, and I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted any other man.
Since he seemed to enjoy denying not just me, but himself, I decided it was time to take things into my own hands.
Breaking free of his grip, I shoved myself downward, impaling myself on his cock with an erotic moan.
Keir groaned, and his grip tightened on my hips despite the pain he must be feeling in his hands. “Fuck, you take my cock so well, don’t you.”
“Yesss.” My hiss swallowed my word, drawing it out like Keir was with both my pleasure and pain.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, Jynx,” he commanded. “Take what you need from me.”
Shifting back, I then thrust down, pushing him deeper inside me.
Each drag and thrust sent electricity sparking through me, across my skin and in my blood.
Keir never lifted his eyes from where my pussy sucked him inside me, his rapt attention making a sense a power ride over me.
I was in control here. I was using his cock to get myself off, and I never wanted this feeling to end.
“I want to fill this cunt with my cum. Fill it until it overflows, and I put a baby in you.” Keir’s words were barely a whisper, said not to me but more to himself. “We can right the wrongs of our childhood. Of our past.”
Tears sprang from the corners of my eyes as I found my orgasm. It had crept up on me slowly, like a wave that knocked someone over when they least expected it. The pleasure that followed was leisurely too, building at a glacial pace until it finally shattered over me and sucked me under.
Keir let out a muttered, “ Fuck ”, then he was thrusting into me, taking over the languid pace I’d set, shoving himself deep. He filled me with his cum, his cock pulsing, and a small kernel of hope bloomed that what he’d said may someday come true.
Maybe we could provide the perfect childhood to a baby …
Our baby.
One day.