Chapter 27 #2
I nodded, because he felt just like a fucking god as he stretched my body, forcing me to accept him.
He leaned forward, his legs rocking the swing.
His mouth clamped down on one of my nipples, his fingers kneading the other.
He sucked, pulling the sensitive bud between his perfect teeth, and bit with the right amount of pleasure for it to feel good.
As he swung us higher, his cock reached new places inside me, and it felt euphoric. “You’re so big. You feel so good.”
I arched my back, finding my own rhythm as we swung back and forth.
My words ignited the fire inside him that I was so used to. It freed the beast that used me for his pleasure and the demonic force that came with it, manipulating me into enjoying it.
As the swing reeled back, our bodies drifted apart, and as we came back down, I came down harder on his cock.
I tossed my head back, my hands running over his clothed torso. I wanted more. I want my fingertips leaving kisses on his skin.
He read my mind, slipping out of his jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. My fingers felt the magnetic pull back to his body, roaming and feeling every inch.
His mouth moved over mine, sucking at my neck, nibbling at my ears, and nipping at my jaw with sharp teeth.
I pulled the daisy from behind his ear, and his eyes followed it to his nose. I hesitated, waiting for him to give me the go-ahead before I allowed him to inhale the fresh floral scent.
His eyes told me yes, permission granted, by blinking twice.
I called out, “Woodrow, come back to me.” And I invited him to the here and now.
I didn’t feel bad about bringing him here in the middle of a sexual act. He’d read Hell’s ideas for the book; he approved.
He wanted this, too.
His muscles twitched, his hands tightening on my body. His bite turned to a kiss. Harsh and lustful to sweet and loving, and I craved both.
I was in sensory overdrive, and the moans slipping through his mouth as he blinked away his confusion, told me he was, too.
He was confused, but my scent and the smell of his sweaty skin on mine and the sex surrounding us, had him quickly realizing where he was and what was happening.
And he loved it.
A blast of pain hit my heart because our moments like this were numbered. Our time was expiring.
He feared going to hell. . . I told him he wouldn’t, but maybe I was wrong.
Because. . . this was heaven. And he wouldn’t get to stay here.
He leaned into me, knocking the painful thoughts to the back of my head as he rocked his hips, his legs pushing us higher. He tucked them up, and for a moment—a very special moment—we were flying. Making love under the stars.
“I love you,” I said, with the intensity of all I felt. “All of you. Completely you.”
I leaned in until my hair brushed his ears. He laughed, nuzzling in closer, enjoying the feel of me in his arms, and I enjoyed it, too.
“I love you more.” He smiled, taking the hair that was tickling him between his fingers. I almost locked up, but the love embedded in his touch kept me present. “Don’t think of him; think of me. Only think of me, and let it bring you comfort.”
And by doing that, he gave me the greatest gift of all. He gave me a new memory, and it wasn’t associated with pain.
I relaxed in his arms, and he went deeper. Deeper into my body and soul. My body tightened around his pulsing cock when it rubbed that magic spot inside me. I reached for him, my mouth desperate for his kiss.
His tongue danced with mine, tipping me over the edge as we dropped from the air, pushing deeper inside me at the perfect moment.
I broke off the kiss, a scream frantically climbing my throat. I startled the birds nesting nearby, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t even care as Woodrow took the daisy from me, dropping it to the ground where he could no longer smell it.
I’d have felt him tense again, but I felt nothing but bliss as his cock still moved inside me as I drenched his balls in my cum.
When my eyes rolled back to the front of my head, a different stare was on me. But it wasn’t cold. . . just determined.
Determined to make me come again as he fucked into me harder, driving himself closer to the release he’d been chasing and pulling me along with him.
His teeth were on me again, my hard nipple between them. He clamped down harder. One hand moved to my clit and he played there. His thumb rubbing eagerly while his fingers felt around himself as he dipped in and out of me.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked through his teeth, biting harder when I didn’t immediately answer.
“Y-y-you. . .” I stuttered the word. “I belong to you.”
“And what is my fucking name?”
“Hell. I belong to you, Hell.”
“And do you like me owning your mind, soul, and tight cunt?”
I nodded, he could have all those things, and Woodrow could keep my heart.
“I love it.” I wasn’t lying. . . I really loved what he was doing now.
“Do you want to come again?” he broke off the suction of my left breast to ask this question.
I nodded, hungry for another orgasm and eager to please. And eager to get his hot lips back on me.
“Then beg for it.”
“Please, please let me come again,” I pleaded, giving something in return.
I ground down against him, twisting my hips in a way that had his desire spilling through his mouth in a trail of vulgar language.
The sound of it pleased my ears, and the feel of his cock thickening pleased my body.
I came again, my breathing ragged, like his, as he shot his milky cum inside me.
“Fuck, Jolie,” he grunted against my clammy skin.
I found it a small blessing that he was clammy, too, and no longer cold.
He continued fucking me for another minute, pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside me, like he was trying to gift me with an eternal present. A tiny version of him that would be pure.
If only he knew that could never happen. After the last experience, my body made sure I’d never suffer that trauma again . . .or the joy of seeing a pregnancy to term.
But I’d made peace with that a long time ago.
His raspy breaths filled my ears as he held me close, slowing to a stop. He didn’t abandon our joining, keeping me in his arms. Keeping me as close as possible.
This was all new to him, but it was now or never and he knew that.
And he wanted the experience before it was taken away from him.
I moved my mouth to his, ready for another kiss, but as my lips landed on his, he pushed me away, only catching me before I slipped off his dick and his lap.
The action hurt us both, and I groaned. He pulled me back quickly, desperate to stop me from bending his shaft further.
His face was twisted, like there was an ugly taste in his mouth. Was it me? I wondered. Was that why he didn’t want another kiss?
Figuring it was probably the pain, I moved in again, but he leaned back as my face neared, the same grimace on his face. His reaction hurt me, convincing me it was my scars, but he hadn’t had a problem with them all night.
“What is it?” I asked, daring him to tell me. “Is it my scars?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Then why won’t you kiss me?”
“I can taste blood.” His words knocked me back.
Nothing could have prepared me for what came next, either. Hell coughed, his hand quickly catching a clot of blood from his lung that would have hit me in the face if he hadn’t moved as quickly as he did. He shook it off his palm, the reddish-brown clump dropping to become worm food.
My thumb brushed at his cheek, rubbing away the flush of worry.
“Are you okay?” I asked again, praying he’d have the same can-do-anything-attitude he did earlier.
But he didn’t, and he didn’t answer because he didn’t want to lie to my face.
“You’re getting cold again,” I told him, as my other hand felt over his heart. The racing beat showed the fear he didn’t verbalize. “Do you want to do something else with me?”
He paused for a minute. “Do you know who you’re asking?”
“I’m asking you, Hell. I’m asking if you want another new experience with me.” I smiled, and my eyes squinted, hiding the hope of him saying yes.
He blinked twice, and I took that as his answer.
We adjusted ourselves and gathered up our stuff, and I led him into the house, straight into the living room.
My freshly-painted nails hovered over the button on a white and pink Echo Dot, and I asked it to play my playlist.
I hadn’t set one, but I figured Hell had with Woodrow’s help. . . because that was how it happened in my eBook.
A song started—a long one—a ballad from the nineties. I feared for a moment how I’d react to this style of music—something I once loved so much, only for it to be snatched away and tainted by Woodrow’s parents.
But I was willing to brave it. Willing to face bad memories to replace them with better ones. Willing to make this my new favorite song of all time, because it hadn’t been ruined by Wynter’s awful singing.
All that said, I was glad this ballad didn’t belong to Barbra Streisand, because so many of her songs, had been ruined by Wynter’s singing.
I stretched out my hand to Hell, who waited in the doorway for my next move. “Dance with me?” I asked, coyly biting along my bottom lip.
The room was a perfect, spacious square. The giant rectangular rug acted as a dance floor. Hell’s much bigger hand closed around mine, and I pulled him into the center of the room.
His hands found my hips, his eyes on my feet as he watched them move, following his lead.
He spoke the sweetest words. . . “Your father would be proud.”
I smiled, knowing he would be. And then I laughed, unintentionally as I said, “Yours wouldn’t.”
Hell laughed, too. A real laugh, not the cruel villainous cackle I’d grown so used to. “I would hope not. It’s my dying wish that he’s burning in hell.”
I didn’t approve of his words.
“It’s better to laugh about it, Jolie,” he told me. And while I still didn’t find it funny, I was glad he wasn’t as painfully depressed as he had been not so long ago.
He lifted the mood by tugging me close to his body. He was still free of his t-shirt, which had been tossed into the kitchen upon our entrance. He was still cold, but he was warming under my touch.
I tucked myself in close, appreciating the long song more than ever as I wrapped my arms around his back. And without even realizing it, I started singing along to the love song about nights of pleasure.
And, almost silently, he joined in.