Chapter 14 #2
“You’re a good cocksucker, Lou,” I tell her and, swear to God, I see stars in her eyes. She likes dirty talk. Maybe even tinged with some degradation. “Will your cunt take me just as deep?”
She licks me from base to tip before she answers. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“There’re condoms in my jeans,” I tell her, gesturing to the front seat where I left them. Lou stretches over the console, giving me the best view of her ass. I swat it playfully, and instead of laughing, she moans. “You like that, Lou?”
She hums, wiggling her ass as she reaches behind her to hand me the condom she’s dug out of my pocket.
“Stay there, then,” I tell her, swatting it again before I unwrap the condom and slide it on.
Positioning myself behind her, I play with her cheeks.
Kneading, rubbing, running my thumb through her wetness, spanking a few more times until she’s practically shaking with desire.
She’s easily responsive. It doesn’t take much, at all.
I can’t help but wonder if that’s from lack of sexual activity of late, or maybe she thinks she needs more than she does.
I lack all the details of her relationship with Pierre, or how she was before him.
It’s possible that her tastes ran more vanilla until him.
That his preferences rubbed off on her over time.
Or that, as their relationship progressed, and the more abusive he became, the more stimulation she needed to get off.
Then again, this could have always been her kink. There’s no shame in it. However, I’d like to understand it better. I’d like to understand her more.
That will have to wait until another time, though. Right now, I owe her another orgasm.
Sheathed, I pull her hips back enough to line my tip up. With a hand at the base of my cock, I pull through her, circle around, drive her closer to the edge without actually entering. Because I know that when I do, I won’t last long.
The last time I was with a woman was a long time ago, now. Sex is great, it’s fucking fantastic, but it’s not that high of a priority for me, these days. Not since Brenda and I separated. Not since I came home to rebuild a life.
I need Lou ready.
“Grady, please.”
“Not yet, Lou. Soon, but not yet,” I say. “I wish you could see what I see. The way the blood rushing to your pussy has turned it the prettiest shade of rose. The greedy way she tries to suck me in when I get close enough.”
“Please,” she pleads, trying to press down on me, but I shift away and swat her again. Just a tinge harder, this time. Enough to make an impression, but not enough to leave a mark. I won’t be him.
“You’re needy,” I tell her, once again, winding her hair around my hand and raising her chin in the process. “Tell me what you need, Lou. Say it.”
“Your dick, Grady. I need it. Please.”
A strange combination of emotions stirs in me.
My dick twitches but my brow furrows. I like this.
And I don’t. Is it the same for her? Is that what she really needs?
To not be alone in this confusing mix of reactions.
To know that who she’s with feels the pleasure and the pain just as strongly as she does.
“Turn around,” I say, helping her from between the front seats and onto my lap. Her knees settle on either side of my thighs, her lace-covered breasts in my face. Next time, I’ll bare those. Tonight, I like the look she’s presenting me with.
I slam up into her. One hand holding her head back by her hair, the other squeezing her hip. We both still. The connection, the fullness, as we take it all in.
“Grady,” she whispers. A plea, a prayer.
“Lou,” I whisper back, then press my mouth to hers, heightening whatever this current is passing between us.
Giving it a minute to tinder the coals, grow into something more. A tethering, of sorts. Her and I. Skin to skin. Soul to soul.
It’s crazy talk in my brain. Illogical. Intangible. A nonsensical thought process. But I feel it with a terrifying need.
I pound into her. As roughly as I can in our cramped quarters of the back seat.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she cries.
I pull tighter at her hair, and she matches me with her cunt. Sweat beads along her neck as she bounces, meeting me thrust for thrust. I watch the first droplet start to race down. I want to lick her sweet salt.
“How? How does it feel so good?”
I don’t know. But it does. Better than anything before.
Better than anyone before her. She hugs me like I was built to be inside her and only her.
Rolling my hips into her, her ass bounding against my thighs, I don’t want to pull out, even a little.
Not ever. I want to die with my dick buried in her.
“I don’t know, Lou, but I feel like a fucking addict. Your pussy is my new drug.”
“Fuck me harder, Grady.”
My fingers tighten on her hip as I pound harder. I won’t last another minute if she keeps doing whatever the fuck she’s doing with the walls of her cunt. It’s a pulse, like her main artery is wrapped around my dick.
“Get there, Lou,” I say, moving my fingers to the crease of her ass. Finding the tighter hole, I press. Not much, but enough for a dry burn. Hopefully, it’s what she needs. “Get there, now.”
“Oh! Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, Grady!”
Our bodies slap harder and louder.
“Now, Lou,” I shout, yanking her hair as the first bead of warm cum leaks into the condom. Damn, how I wish we were raw.
“Grady!” Her body shakes violently with her release.
Her head pulling against my hand, her spine twisting like a serpent.
My eyes can’t see straight, my focus reduced to only the flawless skin in front of me.
Racking shivers overtake her until she’s panting for air, and languid.
I hardly even register that I came with her, that I breathe in accelerated time with her.
“Fucking hell.” I push her back enough to pull out, and she whimpers, making me smile.
I remove the condom, tie the end, and drop it to the floorboards.
She collapses on my chest. Her damp skin is cloaking my own.
She tucks her head under my chin, and her warm breath tickles the side of my neck. “You good?”
I wrap my arms around her, dragging one up and down her spine. Feeling every tiny mountain on my way up to her nape, where I pause to massage.
“Better,” she says, her body sighing into my palm. “Was it okay? For you? I mean, I don’t know. I didn’t ask what you like.”
“I like being inside you,” I say. “I like you.”
“I like you too, Grady.” She pulls her head back to look up at me. “But you didn’t really answer the question I was trying to ask.”
“Rough is good with me. I’ll pull your hair, spank your ass, talk some shit.
We can even work on some breath play, in time,” I tell her, making plans for the future I don’t know exists.
“I’ll always make you come. But don’t ask me to really hurt you, Lou.
That’s where I’d draw a line. I don’t have that in me. ”
“You’ll protect me even from myself, won’t you?”
“Probably not, but I’ll always try to,” I promise her. We are our own worst enemies is a popular saying because it’s true. I learned a long time ago that there’s only so much I can do, and it usually amounts to putting the fire out once it has burned out of control.
I’m exceptional at that.
But extinguishing other people’s flames before that point never happens...
People don’t call for help preemptively. Unfortunately.
“I need to learn to protect myself,” she muses with a nod.
“I’ve told you I’d help with that. We can start whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, please,” she says, sounding sleepy.
“Home, now?”
“First, kiss me.”
Leaning down, I do just that. The spark I’ve felt between us all night reignites.
Strange, how connected I feel to her. How I already think of her as part of my life.
Lou is important. I don’t believe in fate or any of that woo-woo shit that hippie types love to talk about at the summer farmers’ market.
But I don’t have another way to explain how I feel about Lou. Or how I feel like she was thrown into that house next door by more than chance.