Chapter 45 #2
He invites my tongue to play as fingers keep teasing my entrance, carefully building tension. I feel it snowball low in my body. Instinct takes over, hips start to roll, my thick cock twitching against his groin, aching for release.
I move with him, fucking back onto the fingers that keep dipping. He’s full on hard again; I feel him pressing against me with every grind of our bodies. The need for him to push inside is building.
“Feels good?” he asks.
“Fuck, you have no idea.”
I press closer, refusing to leave any space between us.
“I’ve got a pretty good idea. I’m gonna make this feel so good for you.”
“God, love. You have me crazy. Please, do it.”
His slick finger eases inside with care, the tip first, then deeper. A sting at the edge of comfort makes my breath hitch. His other hand caresses my face.
“Easy. Keep breathing, baby. I'm here.”
He slides out, back in, repeating slowly.
“That’s it,” Yosh murmurs, his lips still at my temple.
He adds a second finger. My breath catches for a moment. I gasp into his neck, biting down on the urge to tense. He stops instantly.
“Too much?”
“No. God…keep going.”
He waits until I fully exhale before continuing, his fingers stretching me carefully. Then he goes somewhere that makes my body light up like a fucking Christmas tree.
“Fucking hell!” My cock jerks against his hip.
He stops. “There?”
“Fuck, yeah. There.” My voice breaks. I’m not sure if I want him to stop doing that or never stop again.
He goes over that spot gently, pressing and releasing again and again, each drag of his fingers sending shocks throughout my body, making me react in ways I don’t want to: a sudden sting in my eyes has me tearing up. I grip his arm so hard my knuckles hurt.
“Ah, you’re so sensitive. Feels good, right?”
“Good? Fucking insane.”
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking incredible, I promise.”
I pull back enough to meet his eyes.
He guides me onto my back, the teal velvet sheets soft under my skin.
Crawling between my legs, he slicks himself, then lines up, one hand holding my thigh.
“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
The blunt press of him at my entrance makes me tense instinctively, his other hand gliding over my ribs to calm me. He pushes in, trembling as much as I am.
Eyes closed, lips parted, his long raven hair falling back as he pushes in deeper. The stretch burns, has me clawing at the sheets, but then he’s past the painful part, seated fully inside me. My breath breaks out in shaky gasps.
He searches my face. “Talk to me.”
“I’m okay. Fuck, don’t stop.”
He nods, I nod. Mutual confirmation.
Small movements. They send sparks through me until my whole body starts shaking and I can’t even tell why.
My eyes find the mirrors on the ceiling.
His back flexes, the serpent twisting with every movement of his muscles.
It looks so alive, coiling and uncoiling, its complex patterns moving in a way that seems to hypnotize me.
Just like the way he moves on top of me, ass tightening with every small thrust, or how he kisses me and brushes his hand through my curls in care.
It’s so much more than any other fuck I’ve had in this bed.
It’s my fuck.
Mine.
The first time I’m experiencing what it’s like to give away control.
I always made sure I was the one in control. Never that vulnerable again. Until now.
Because it’s him. And I want him to. I want him to make me feel what I should’ve felt back then, before it was taken from me. Before I was pushed into something I wasn’t ready for, never wanted.
I grip him tighter in my arms, wanting to hold onto him and never let go.
I close my eyes, a single tear squeezing out of the corner of my eye. Just a small one, nothing more than a glistening. I don’t want him to notice and stop. I want to keep feeling everything, every cell in my body alive with it.
My chin shoots up when his careful thrusts change into a deep pounding. It has my chest arching into his, my fingernails digging between his shoulder blades as I let out a moan that is raw, blissful, and desperate for more.
“Baby, you’re taking me so perfect, you know that? I’m going to live here now, you feel so fucking perfect.”
“Love,” I breathe out, skimming the shaved side of his head, looping little circles in his longer strands.
“My precious little Sapphire. You’re mine, completely mine. You understand that?”
“Yours, always.”
The heat of the moment is knocking all sense and reason out of me, but I do feel it. It’s so fucking true.
His thrusts slow, keeping the heat alive before he easing out, my whole body shaking. Hooking his arms under mine, he hauls me up.
He slouches against the headboard. Legs spread, chest heaving, eyes fixed on me.
I straddle him, my thighs tight around his hips. He holds me as I sink back onto his hard, ceiling-pointing cock.
The burn turns into heat and the heat turns into something that has me aching to get fucked properly.
His hands rest on my waist.
“Your pace. Your way. You've always been in control.”
With my face buried in his shoulder, I start moving instinctively, chasing whatever has me feeling this good, because fuck knows what else I’m supposed to do.
“Easy,” he whispers. “Take your time.”
My arms go around his shoulders, cradling the back of his head as I continue to move, going shallow, finding a rhythm.
His hand slides between us, wrapping around my cock. His fist works in time with my hips. I feel him dragging me to my orgasm. My head tips back, a curse spilling out.
“Fuck, love…”
“Fuck, Tom, I’m so close. I’m going to fill you up so fucking deep.”
Hearing that fuels all my senses and I go all in, his hand wanking me more desperately now.
He’s getting there. I can tell by the way his breath hitches, the tremor in his thighs, the frantic thrusts losing their rhythm.
A moan without restraint rips out of him as he comes. The sound, the heat of his orgasm, it’s all too fucking much.
His hand keeps working me, and I come hard between us, shuddering, clinging to him as the world turns teal and indigo, not a single pill involved.
Our noses touch a we catch our breath. I laugh against his lips. He starts to laugh too.
Then we kiss. One last time, a slow one, closing off this whole new feeling of intimacy.
He lifts my hand, kissing my knuckles. “Hope it felt good.”
“Hope it felt good? Hope it felt good for you, because this is going to be it from now on.”
He scoffs. “Don’t think so, McKenna. You’ll have to fight me on that.”
“Gladly. Throw me on the ground and I’ll submit.”
“Okay,” he whispers, a little smitten. Easy win. Must be the haze.
I’d forgotten what it’s like to be ice-cold in bed, the sheets tucked up to my shoulders instead of lying loose around my hips. Old monumental buildings come with single glass and leaky window frames. I swear, sometimes I can feel a breeze tickling my nose.
They keep promising restoration next year, but you know how it goes with these places. Paperwork. Committees. Eternity.
Yosh is shivering. I nudge his feet with mine and trap them there until warmth starts to spread. He’s smiling, I can tell. I’ve learned how to read him from my position in our spoon.
I press my chest to his back, arm protective over his waist to warm him.
We both like to fall asleep like this. I have the instinct to hold him, and he wants to be held. That wordless agreement says a lot about us and the way we’ve been shaped.
I know what shaped me into needing to hold him, and sometimes that knowledge makes my heart as icy as this room, because I can only guess what shaped him to need to be held.
Just as my thoughts start getting heavy, he suddenly laughs.
I grin. “What?”
“You and your chaotic life.”
“Sorry, today was a lot. But hey, you’re still here. Still in my bed. I’ll take that as a win.”
He hums, eyes sweeping over the details in the wooden pillars of the Victorian canopy bed, his hand reaching to feel the carvings.
“I have to say, Chez Brothel is growing on me. All the velvet, the antique furniture, the filthy yet sophisticated details... It’s so you. I like that.”
I glow.
“We certainly did the place justice. It was everything.”
He turns to me. “I was so nervous, Sapphire. I wanted it to feel good for you so badly.”
“It did. But I’ve got to say, I’ve gained a lot of respect for you.”
“Oh, you have?”
“Yeah. I mean, I was gritting my teeth half the time, and you’re always like, harder, Sapphire, harder. I can take it.”
He doubles over laughing, and the elbow for my waist follows.
“Oh my God, why do you make me sound like a squawking peacock? I promise you, after a while you’ll be the one saying, fuck me senseless, Yosh. Fuck me like I’m your yoga mat.”
He’s going for the cigarette voice I get when I have to shout over music all day.
“How do you even fuck a yoga mat?”
“I don’t know.” He gestures vaguely. “But that’s definitely something you’d say.”
He turns around, finger pointing in front of my nose.
“Don’t you dare say that, because I will totally crack up and accidents will happen. I do not want a penile fracture. Trust me, you’d become a legend in the ER in the worst possible way.”
“Oh, is that how it works in the ER? Making fun of vulnerable patients?”
“Of course. It’s break-room talk. Not about heart attacks, but when a scan shows… let’s say, household objects in places they definitely don’t belong. That kind of thing.”
“You must’ve experienced some crazy shit in there. What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“So much. You can’t imagine. People ‘falling’ on shampoo bottles, for one. Oh no, wait. Once there was this lady who caught her husband in bed with a guy. She waited until they slept, took the lover’s wrist and superglued his palm to her husband’s balls.”
“No way. You’re fucking kidding me.”
“No, I’m not! I spent nearly my whole shift trying to un-glue them. The guy even managed to get hard while I had his sac in my hands. And that wasn’t even the worst. At the end of my shift, they invited me over for a threesome!”
“What? Okay, that’s wild.”
“My colleagues made fun of me for days. They even snuck a bottle of superglue into my locker with a band-aid label that said ‘lube.”
I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh, and fail miserably. Then I move toward his ear.
“But the real question is, did you do the threesome?”
“No. That would be unethical.”
I nearly choke at how flatly he says it. A joke is on the tip of my tongue, something stupid about the two of us, but then I feel his body soften against mine.
My hand finds his, and he maneuvers his fingers until they’re laced with mine.
“Let’s get some sleep,” I say. “We’ll need all the rest we can get for tomorrow.”
He hums, already half gone as I bury my face in his hair.
Tomorrow…back to Heatherfell.
The one place that never feels like home, no matter how many Christmas lights they hang to cover up their dark shit.