29. August
August
bit by bit, or all at once?
G entle, like she’s the most delicate creature in the world, I set her down on the edge of the bed. My breathing is ragged as I stare down at her naked body, droplets of water from the hot tub beading across her entire body.
Some distant, faraway part of my mind registers what a terrible idea this is; I push that voice aside.
I’ve had enough of rational action.
I want reckless.
I want danger.
I want Nora .
Winding the wet strands of her hair around my fist, I tug, gently tipping her head up to look at me. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she watches me, waiting. My hands reach forward, cupping the generous weight of her breasts in each of my palms, my thumbs drawing slow, lazy circles around her nipples.
“August.” My entire body stills at the sound of my name, at the raw need drenched in each syllable. She lifts her hands, slowly bringing them to the button at the w aist of my jeans. Those small delicate fingers gently snap that button open. She slides her hands down the front of my pants, gradually shifting them lower until my cock springs free. “Please,” she whispers, reaching for me.
Her hands close around the base of my shaft, squeezing softly. My eyes drift down, staring in awe at how small her hands look wrapped around me. She strokes me from the base to the tip; once, twice, thrice. My eyes close as a groan, so deep and so fucking desperate, rumbles out of my chest.
My hand brushes against her cheek as my eyes land on hers again. “Open your mouth, sweet bird.”
Slowly, her lips part, her tongue glides over the tip of my cock, licking away the pre-cum gathered there. And then she sucks me into her mouth, inch by inch, pulling me deeper into the warm, wet heaven between her lips. My hips shift, pushing my cock further into the crevice of her mouth. I feel her fingers dig into my hips as her lips slip and slide over my length. Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth. My fingers reach out, swiping at the moisture. The image of her taking me so deep, her eyes wide and watery, as she fucks me into her mouth, will forever be branded into my soul.
My legs shake as my control slips. Each hot slide of her tongue pushes me forward. The urge to fuck her mouth until she begs me to stop is overwhelming. One of her hands moves to the base of my cock, gripping me firmly as she increases her pace, sucking harder. She cups my balls.
“Fuck,” I hiss. Second by second, with each slide of her tongue, she undoes me. Pulling out of her mouth, I lean forward and press a kiss to the top of her head before dropping to my knees in front of her.
Push ing her supple thighs apart, I open her completely, baring every inch of her to me. The smooth, shaved skin of her pussy gleams with the heat of her arousal. Sliding my hands along the inside of her thighs, I listen as her breath hitches when my fingers move closer to her core. My lips follow the path of my fingers, brushing featherlight, tender kisses along her skin. Then my hands crawl back down her inner thighs, stopping when I reach the backs of her knees.
Curling my hands around her knees, she pants breathlessly as I force her legs wider, pushing them up. Like this, she’s utterly at my mercy, exposed, open, on display just for me.
“Little raven,” I murmur, leaning forward, settling my mouth over her. “I’ve thought about this since I first saw you standing in front of that painting,” I say, before licking a path from the tight bundle of nerves around her ass all the way up to her clit. An irresistible, guttural moan slips between her lips as I pull her clit between my teeth, sucking on it softly. My lips drift lower, down to her soaked core. “You taste like you belong to me, Nora.”
Thrusting my tongue into her pussy, I fuck her with long and lazy strokes of my tongue, sliding up and then in. Over and over again, lancing in and out of her as she writhes and moans under me. I reach up and rub unhurried circles around her clit, massaging her slowly as she drifts closer to her release. She’s fucked in more ways than one if she thinks she’s coming on my tongue.
“August, please,” she whimpers again as she pushes her hips against my face.
“That’s it, little bird, ride my face.” The words grind out of me as her hips roll against my face repeatedly.
Pulling her legs over my shoulders, I drag her cunt even closer to my mouth before diving in again. Deeper now, licking and sucking until all I know is the tast e of this incredible woman beneath me.
With two fingers stretching her pussy, I drag my lips back up to her clit. She’s clenching around the fingers I’ve plunged inside her, and that’s when I pull my mouth away from her and stand.
“Condom?” The question’s strained and husky as she looks toward the nightstand. I stroll over, tug the small drawer open, and pluck out the condoms lying there.
“Nora, these expired years ago.” The expiry date passed six years ago, to be exact.
She groans as she turns her head to partially face me. “I’m on the pill,” she says. I grin wide and fucking feral as her eyes land on my cock, widening in the most delicious way as she gawks at my erection, still glistening with her saliva.
“Are you sure?” I ask. The question draws her eyes away from my dick. She nods. And it’s all I need. I walk back to the foot of the bed and smile down at her.
“Turn around and get on your knees,” I instruct.
She looks up at me, dazed, confused, maybe a little annoyed… But she does as I say.
Once her back’s facing me, I rip my t-shirt off and grab her arms. Pulling them gently behind her back, I take my shirt and twist it around her wrists. The knot is firm, but not painful. She has enough slack to get free if she needs to. After committing this image of her—naked, bound, and on her knees—to my core memories, I shove her forward. Wasting a few more seconds, marveling at the way the meaty flesh of her ass shakes and ripples as she lands face first on the mattress.
“Don’t move,” I say.
Quickly tugging my jeans off, my knees almost sagging with the relief that washes through me as I fist my cock in my palm. It’s engorged, throbbing almost painfully as I grip the base. Dragging my hand up the length of my shaft, I gather the fresh bead of pre-cum that hangs off the tip. And with that dribble on my fingers, I lean forward and smear them across her lips.
“Taste my cum, little raven,” I rasp, pushing my fingers into her mouth. “Taste everything I’m about to fill you with.” Then, closing my eyes, I lose myself in the feeling of her tongue dancing over the pads of my fingers before I pull away.
Pressing her knees apart, I kneel on the bed and settle my hips between her legs before dragging the head of my cock through the center of her drenched pussy. “I’m up to date with all my tests,” I whisper, waiting for any sign that she’s heard me.
When the small nod comes, I smile before gathering the knotted fabric of my t-shirt in my hands and pull her back up onto her knees. My free hand bands around her waist as my other trails down her stomach, inching lower and lower until my fingers find her clit. I flick it once and smile at the whimper that small touch earns me.
“Are you ready?” I ask, drawing light circles around her clit. “For violent, and rough, and relentless?”
I push my thumb down, and she cries out. “Please, August.”
“Shhh.” I press my hand over her mouth, silencing her moans. “Helen’s outside.” I push her back down and drag my cock once more through the wetness between her thighs. “Slowly, bit by bit, or all at once?” I ask, lining my cock with the entrance to her pussy.
“All at—” I don’t give her a chance to finish, ramming my cock inside her.
And then I stop. Fuck, she’s tight.
“B reathe, my sweet bird. Your pussy’s fucking strangling me and you’ve still got more of my cock to take,” I murmur before brushing my hand down her spine, inching into her some more.
“Oh fuck,” she moans as I drag my cock out and then stab back inside her.
Once I’m completely seated inside her, I pause. Giving her a second to adjust to my size, to let her pussy stretch and settle around me.
But I need to move. Gripping the shirt binding her wrists together, I slide my cock out before thrusting back into her. Slowly, meticulously, I fuck in and out of her until the last shreds of my decency fray, my self-control finally slipping.
I’ve fucked her as gently as I could, but I can’t anymore. With my hand still holding her in place, I draw out of her one last time, and when I push my cock inside her again, I know we’re done with gentle.
My hand rears back and lands on her ass with a firm smack that leaves an angry palm print branded on her skin. “Fuck,” I grunt, driving into her. I slap her ass again, timing it to land just as my cock thrusts so deeply into her. She cries out as pain and pleasure land on her in twin waves.
“Can you feel that, Nora?” I ask as I ride her hard, rough, and so fucking deep. “Can you feel this cock-starved cunt sucking me in like a fucking magnet?” I demand, slamming into her with strong, powerful strokes that shake her body. “Can you feel how deep inside you I am, little raven?” She screams into the covers as I pant over her, fucking her harder and faster. Pistoning into her, fucking her like I’ll die if I stop.
Dropping her bound wrists, my hand spears into her hair, forcing her up, until her back is flush against my chest. My head drops to the slope of her neck, my l ips pressing lingering wet kisses into the damp, sweat-slicked skin of her throat.
Low, shallow moans slip from her lips as she bears down; her hips meeting each punishing thrust of my cock like she’s made for me. Made for me to fuck, made for me to ruin. We’re two animals, lost to lust, raw and broken and desperate. There’s no sound in the world aside from the rough pants and desperate moaning that dances against the walls of this room.
Reaching down, I massage her clit, each stroke and slide of my thumb gentle and slow. When I sense her orgasm building, I pull out of her abruptly and push her face down on the bed. With one hand sliding up my cock, gleaming with her arousal, the other reaches down, yanking the shirt from around her wrists.
I flip her onto her back and settle into the cradle of her hips. Hips that once again feel like they’re fucking made to house my cock. Then, with rough, lawless fingers, I grip her chin firmly and crash my lips against hers.
With perfectly timed twin invasions of her body, my tongue sweeps into her mouth as my cock punches into her. Balls deep, I fuck her like I’m trying to brand the outline of her body into the mattress. We’re racing toward a release that will never feel like enough.
The hand wrapped around her chin crawls lower until the weight of her breast balances in my palm. I squeeze the soft, incredible flesh, pulling my mouth away from hers and guiding her divine fucking nipple into my mouth. Sucking deep as I sink my cock into her again and again.
“Oh god, August,” she cries out as long sharp fingernails claw at the skin along my back.
“I know, little bird,” I pant against her skin.
We ’re so close. I drop my hand from her breast and move to massage circles around her clit. Hard, rapid strokes that make her whimper. My cock swells as her pussy clenches around me. Still, I pump into her harder and harder until her legs tremble. She squeezes her eyes shut, her lips parting to form a perfect ‘O’ and grin savagely as I pinch her clit.
“Open them, Nora.” She gasps, her eyes flashing open. “Look at me when you come on my cock,” I whisper, as I fuck into her wildly.
She cries out then, low and incoherent, as her orgasm tears through her.
I can’t stop. Grabbing her hips, I pull myself up onto my knees, losing myself in my own release as I fuck her like the bastard I am. Each thrust is more savage and uncontrolled than the last. When I feel the white-hot spark of my orgasm racing down my spine, I thunder out her name.
“Fuck, Nora. Fuck.” I pump harder. Harder and harder and harder.
I fuck every drop of my cum into her tight cunt until I can’t anymore.
Completely drained and worn out, I collapse on top of her.
Seconds pass. When our breathing seems to even out, I roll onto my back next to her. Soft, light fingers begin to dance along my pecs. I look down at her.
Fuck.
This is a problem.
“Why are you still hard?” she asks, staring at my cock.
“I think it’s you,” I reply honestly.
Turning onto my side, I reach for her, dragging her into my arms. With one hand sunk into her hair, I kiss her with all the tenderness I want her to know I feel . I kiss her like a man who’s just discovered the meaning of life. And maybe I have. After minutes or hours, we finally pull apart.
“Come on, let’s get in the shower,” I whisper against her lips.
W e fuck again on the deck before we make it to the shower. And then we fuck her in the shower. And then she fucks me on the bed with the stars shining down through the skylight over us. I come four times in her pussy and once in her mouth.
So when I wake up disorientated and with a raging fucking hard-on, I’m appropriately confused. My dick’s obviously not had enough. The light from the slowly rising sun fills the room as I stretch lazily. I’m about to reach for Nora, fully intending to fuck her awake, when I hear it.
The sound of a car door slamming shut. And then another. And another. Three people. Three sets of feet crunching along the gravel driveway toward the front door.
“Nora, wake up.” I press a soft kiss to her shoulder before dragging my ass out of the bed. Quickly tugging on my jeans and t-shirt, I stalk to the dresser and grab my Glock.
“What is it?” The sleepy lilt of her voice is hypnotic.
“I think someone’s here. Get dressed. But stay here,” I whisper, looking over at her.
Fuck, there are lines of angry red scratches down her throat, thanks to my stubble. Walking over to the side of the bed, I drop to my knees and kiss her gently before rushing out of the room.
On s ilent feet, I creep into the kitchen and glance through the porthole window that has a perfect view of both the driveway and the front door.
A loud impatient knock sounds at the door as I take in Adam, Alley, and a woman I’ve met once before, Adam’s girlfriend, Thalia.