Chapter 9 #2
The distraction means I get to start all over again…and within seconds, Story's hips are pumping furiously as my fingers drive into her and my tongue flicks and flies and circles with the light, quick touch she responds to so beautifully.
I pinch her nipples with my free hand, one and then the other in alternation, pulsing pinches in time with the rhythm of my tongue against her clit, and then the rhythmic tilt of her hips stutters, hesitates, and her whimpers and wails go silent for a moment…
two…three, her hips lifted high, mouth open wide, eyes on mine wide with shock at the power of the orgasm barreling through her.
Her breath escapes in a squeak at first, and then a gasp, and then a few quick pants, and then she's throwing her head back and clutching my face against her with one hand and biting down on the knuckles of the other to muffle her screams.
"KILLY!" she wails, and then claps a hand over her mouth, but another wave of climax smashes through her, and she seizes my head in both hands and crushes me against her and grinds herself against my mouth, and now I thrash her clit hard and fast and relentlessly with my tongue in a renewed assault.
My reward is the sounds she makes as she comes all over my face, the soft cries and shrill whimpers, the gasps and the wails into her knuckles, screaming as quietly as she can.
"Killy, oh my fucking god, Killy. Oh god, oh god, oh god." She stares down at me, panting raggedly, breasts heaving, stomach curling in and hardening outward, sweat dotting her upper lip and forehead and the slope of her breasts. "Thank you, ohmygod, thank you," she whispers.
I press a soft, small kiss to the delicate silk of the upper inside of her thigh. "You didn't think I was done with you, did you?"
"What?" she breathes, puzzled. "Killy, I just came so—“
I start all over again, sliding a single finger inside her and swirling soft quick light licks to her clit, and she whimpers, and her hips tilt toward me, and she slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream that tries to escape as climax builds and detonates almost in the same instant.
She goes from whimpering to screaming in an eye-blink, and her thighs clamp down around my ears, and she does a crunch, curling forward toward me, one hand over her mouth and the other clutching the top of my head, half holding me in place and half pushing me away, as if she can't decide which she wants.
Two fingers become three, and I suckle around her clit while pumping my fingers through the clenching heat of her pussy, harder and faster, and she's thrashing and writhing, and it's all I can do to hold on to her slippery hot sweatslick skin and keep my mouth fused to her flesh and my fingers inside her.
"Killy, I—oh! Oh fuck…oh fuck, I feel like I'm—"
All at once, she twists away from me and curls in on herself on her side, twitching and whimpering, half-sobbing. Concern and panic sear through me, and I lurch up off the floor and scoop her in my arms and cradle her on my lap, head on my chest.
"What did I do?” I ask in a whisper. "Are you okay?"
She nods, spasming, and her fingers dig into my pecs, and then she seizes my trapezius muscle in her teeth and growls through another wrenching spasm. "I felt like I was gonna—" she stops, shakes her head. "Holy shit, Killy. Holy shit."
Suspicion simmers, and I let the concern and panic subside, let a wolfish grin spread across my face. "You're okay, sweetheart."
Story pulls back, looking almost angrily at me. "Are you laughing at me?"
“No," I say, my voice shaking.
"Don't piss on my head and tell me it's raining, Killian Harris. You're laughing."
“Yes, but not at you, not in a mocking sense. I'm not even teasing."
"Then why the fuck are you laughing?"
"Why don't you tell me why you stopped me?" I counter.
"I—" a quick, sharp sigh. "Shut up."
"Brutal honesty, Story."
"I couldn't handle it anymore, okay? I didn't think it was possible, but I just couldn't come anymore. It was too intense." She buries her face in my chest, her words muffled. "It felt like I was gonna—"
"Gonna what?"
"Like something was going to—break." She rolls a shoulder in a tiny, vague approximation of an embarrassed shrug. "It felt like something inside me was gonna snap. It was—I had to stop."
I gather her closer. "Next time, don't stop me. Trust me."
"It was kind of a scary feeling, Killy. Like I was gonna pee. This isn't a hotel, this is someone's home. And we're not alone. I do trust you. I just—that was—"
"You do understand you almost squirted, right?"
She nods. “Yeah, obviously. But I need time and privacy to be able to let myself go like that. It's not that I don't trust you, but I can’t…I can't let my guard down that far in circumstances like this."
There's a long silence as she catches her breath.
"Killy?" Her voice is small, once again.
I kiss her temple. "Yeah?"
"That was incredible. No one has ever made me feel like that before in my life." She reaches up, turns my face down to hers and kisses me softly and deeply and slowly. "I can't thank you enough for giving that to me."
Breaking the kiss, I give a quiet bark of laughter. "I was just trying to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Because same."
"To be clear," she says, grinning up at me, "I've never thanked anyone for orgasms before."
"Me neither." I groan, then. "We should get dressed."
She gives a little shake of her head. "No," she whines. "I don't wanna."
"Me either," I answer. "I just want to stay naked with you forever. But I don't want to be caught, literally, with my pants down if someone were to have followed us here somehow."
She giggles. "You can't literally be caught with your pants down, Killy," she says, cupping my cock and balls in one hand. "You're not wearing any."
I move her hand away. "If you get me hard again, I won't be able to stop myself."
"Oh no?" She breathes the question, fighting my grip to get another touch. "Then—what would you do?"
"Bend you over this couch," I answer immediately. "Put my cock inside your tight, hot, wet little pussy and fuck you until you forget my name, your name, and everything else that's not my cock inside you."
She groans, bites my pec, clutches my cock. "I'd kill to be able to have that right now," she whispers. "I fucking need you inside me in the worst way.”
I stagger to my feet with her in my arms, carry her to the door where our clothes are, and set her on her feet.
She whimpers, her shaky legs not able to take her weight for a second; she braces herself with a hand on my shoulder.
I snag her panties, orient them correctly, and then grasp her ankle and lift her foot, help her step into one leg-hole and then the other, and then I tug them up, standing as I go.
Next, I tug her sports bra over her head; she smiles softly at me and lets me guide her arms through, and then I let her do the adjustment of her breasts inside the garment.
I help her into her scrub bottoms and then the top.
Dressed, Story gives me a tender smile so soft and affectionate that my heart flips, cracks yet again, and seems to swell inside my ribcage, as if my poor heart can’t contain the totality of what she's directing at me.
"Now I help you." She kneels at my feet and guides my foot into my underwear; she doesn't tug them all the way up, though, her eyes locked on my semi-erect member.
"Do you even know how tempted I am to suck you off again?
" Her gaze flicks to mine as she asks the question.
I scrub my face with both hands, swallowing hard. "We've tempted fate enough as it is," I murmur.
She makes a disappointed sound as she finishes covering me. A minute later, we're both dressed, and we sit down on the couch.
"I'm wired and tired at the same time," Story says, eventually. "And we still have”… she checks the Apple Watch on the inside of her wrist, which is on low-power mode, only showing the time—5:03—in red numerals. "At least another four or five hours to kill."
I sniff a laugh, shaking my head. "We've only been here an hour?"
We're side by side on the couch, legs extended, half-reclining. She rolls her head to one side and gazes at me. "Right? Feels like a lot longer."
"I guess your life can change in an instant, huh?"
She snorts. "Quit exaggerating, goofball."
"I'm not!" I protest. "After that, I'll never be the same."
"Neither will I," she answers in a quiet voice.
Another long silence.
"Story," I start, and then pause, trying to find the right words for my question.
"Maybe I’m imagining things or seeing stuff that wasn't there, so correct me if I'm wrong, but it seemed like there was some stuff that you…” I trail off again, with a huff of self-effacing laughter.
"I can't figure out what I'm trying to ask. "
"Bluntly, Killy. You won't hurt me or make me mad, I promise. I know that whatever you're curious about, it's not coming from a place of cruel intent."
"Jesus, of course not."
She shakes her head. "It's not always as obvious as you'd like to think, babe."
"Someone was cruel to you."
She nods, looking away, blinking. "Yeah."
"Care to share?"
She lets out a long, slow breath. "Do I want to talk about it?
No, not really. But I will answer any question you ask me.
You deserve the truth." She shrugs, shakes her head.
"There are no giant bombs in my past, Killy—not that you don’t already know about, I mean.
Just the sad reality that a lot of men are assholes.
" Another sigh, this one thoughtful. "I mentioned Jocko.
His insecurity. Right? Possessiveness. Jealousy.
All that. Jocko was just the one that sort of broke my will to date, I guess you could say. "
"Oh geez, I don't like the sound of that," I say.
"If you want my entire dating history, I'll give it to you, my number included, if you want." She looks at me. "I'm not trying to have any secrets from you. And it's not a secret. I just haven't had the best of luck with guys."