20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Shaun
I knew she'd like rom-coms. Sometimes girls will surprise you and they'll be into horror or action, but I knew Larken was a rom-com girl. I raided the entertainment center that time forgot and found a VCR and several VHS tapes last night. There was another collection of movies in the short cabinet-end-table-thing beside the couch. If she gets tired of the funny romantic stuff, we have a few sappy romantic choices and the entire National Geographic VHS collection, up to date as of 1989.
When I went out for a few last minute breakfast ingredients this morning, I also got us popcorn and a decent selection of candies, but I don't know how much of that she's going to want. She's only really had a few days of a mostly normal diet and the breakfast I made was pretty heavy on the sugar.
She's curled up beside me right now, tucked under a blanket with her eyes glued to the TV. It's nice. It's actually more than nice. It's comfortable, and it's got all kinds of warm and cozy thoughts running through my head. Thoughts that guys like me have no business, or right, thinking.
Wyatt said the husband would bring the money. I didn't think he would, or at least that he wouldn't bring all of it, but he brought the full amount. He's expecting Larken to be delivered to his doorstep by dinner time, which is what we'd be doing if we weren't keeping her. Now we can begin the process of making the husband regret most of his life choices and I'm looking forward to it.
Back to my warm and cozy thoughts. Larken smiles at me. Real ones. She smiles at Wyatt, too. Even when she's scared she smiles at us. She thinks I'm funny even though I'm just full of shit and an asshole. Most importantly, though, she feels safe with us. I've done absolutely awful things. Completely terrible, mean, disgusting things. She's smart enough to know that, but she still feels safer curled up next to me on this couch than she did with her bitch husband. I don't know if that says more about her current state of mind or about the consistency of shit her husband is, but I'm choosing to take it as a personal compliment. If Wyatt can manage to pull his head out of his ass, he should also take it as a compliment.
I have never met someone so high-strung in my entire life. I do think he's starting to come around, though. Handcuffs aside, he held her all night long. I looked in on them this morning before I ran out to the store and they were cuddled up nice and intimate. And the way he's been looking at her is positively scandalous. Ultra possessive, even without me giving him shit. He's falling for her. Hell, I'm falling for her. It's only been a few days. I don't even know her birthday. Is that important? Is knowing when someone's birthday is a requirement for falling for them?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
But just in case things start going the way I think they should …
“Hey, Larken.”
“Hmm?”
“My birthday is May 29.”
She sits up straighter to look at me. “A Gemini?”
I grin at her.
“So you’re a May Gemini.”
“Is that different from a June Gemini?” I ask.
“May Geminis are supposed to be very social and friendly. Do you have a lot of friends?” she asks curiously.
My brow furrows as I think about all the friends I used to have and all the friends that I don't fuck with anymore. “I used to.”
She reaches up to smooth one of my brows. “Oh no. A jaded May Gemini is enough to make anyone sad. Want to tell me about it?”
Nope. Those memories can stay dead. “Maybe another time. When's yours?”
“November 27.”
“That's ...”
“Sagittarius.”
I'm not a philosopher, or a stargazer, or whatever the horoscope people are called, but I know most of the basics centered around Gemini, and Sagittarius is compatible with Gemini. This is a good sign. I can fall for a Sagittarius.
“What do you think Wyatt is?” she asks as she settles back against my side.
“What do you think he is?”
She's quiet for a minute, then very confidently says, “Scorpio. Or Capricorn.”
If he's a Capricorn, everything would make sense, including why it's so easy for me to push his buttons. Capricorns take themselves entirely too seriously.
“What do you think?”
“Baby, I don't care. I just want to hear you talk.” I let the unexpected truth of those words settle between us as I wrap my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip. It's so easy to be close to her. It's the most natural thing in the world to hold her and touch her, talk to her.
“We'll ask him when he gets back,” she says and lets out a soft little sigh as she sinks into me.
The movie goes on, but I'm not paying attention to it. My hand keeps roaming across her hip and thigh. I think that little shower scene we had has made me very comfortable putting my hands on her, and has made her bold enough to allow and even encourage it. I'm also pretty sure what I said earlier is right. She's got all the power she needs. Without trying to, or realizing it, she's got both Wyatt and me wrapped around her finger, regardless of the situation.
By the time the second movie finishes, she's had one round of popcorn and two rounds of gummy bears and I have been thinking more about the feel of her and what she looks like under those baggy clothes than I have the movie. I need to get up and do something to clear my head. What makes it so awful is that I don't think she'd turn me down if I acted on any of those thoughts. I think she'd be happy and content if I did act on them. The only thing stopping me is the fact that Wyatt wouldn't think very much of it if he came back to find Larken and me in bed doing anything but taking a nap.
I drag myself off the couch and stand up, stretching my arms over my head. Now, I'm not the most fit guy, but I'm nothing to sniff at either; and I have been thinking a whole lot of thoughts I have no business thinking about for the past couple hours. So when I lower my arms and look down at Larken, not only is she not looking at my face, but she's staring directly at the semi that's currently trying to make more room for itself behind my zipper. That's bad enough, but then she licks her lips and I suddenly don't give a shit what Wyatt's going to think when he comes back home and sees me doing all the raunchy things to her that I've been thinking about.
“You sure about that?” I ask, not moving and giving her plenty of time to look.
She blinks and it takes her a moment to realize that I've caught her looking and then she blushes.
“I don't mind,” I tell her. “If you want a better view, I'm happy to give you one.”
Her pretty pink blush turns into a scarlet one and she covers her face. “I didn't mean to.” The words are mumbled behind her hands. “I'm sorry. It was just …”
“Right there?” I supply.
“Oh god.” She covers her head with the blanket and tries to melt into the back of the couch.
Wyatt isn't going to find us in the bedroom, he's going to find us right here on the couch and I don't have the common sense to care. I saw the look in her eyes as she licked her lips. She needs to be fucked. Or she needs to get off. Either way, I'm happy to give her both of those things and I'm about to see how much she'll let me get by with.
I lean over, putting one hand on the edge of the back of the couch and I tug the blanket away from her face with the other. “Don't be scared, Larken. You've got all the power, remember?” Then I kiss her.
I've always enjoyed kissing and making out, and Larken's soft sounds and softer lips make it that much better. She tastes sweet when I gently lick across the seam of her mouth and she opens for me, giving me full access to slowly slide my tongue along hers. I push my fingers into her hair at the base of her skull and angle her face up for an even deeper kiss. She draws in a sharp breath through her nose when I deepen the kiss and whines a breathy complaint when I pull back to look down at her. Her eyes are hooded and staring at my mouth, her own lips parted deliciously, waiting for me to take them again. Yeah. I'm probably wrapped around several of her fingers. If I do this, there won't be any going back, and I won't have anyone but myself to blame.
“You okay?” I ask in a voice that has gone rougher, deeper.
She doesn't answer, but she puts her hands on either side of my face and pulls me back down to her. That's enough for me. I cover her mouth with mine, claiming it, thrusting my tongue aggressively inside in an imitation of the fucking that I want to give her. She wraps her arms around my neck, moaning and pulling me even closer to her. The moment my body touches her legs, she spreads them and drags me down, wrapping them around my hips.
That takes me by surprise, and danger bells start gently ringing somewhere in my consciousness. It's like she can't get me close enough to her. Like she's starved for the attention, and the touch. Several things click into place. I already suspected, but now I know for certain that she's gone without touch, much less this kind of touch, for far too long. The way she clings to me. The way she kisses me back. She needs this more than I imagined, and I have to be careful. She's already broken. I'm trying to fix her. If I fuck this up, there might be no bringing her back from the dark place she's trying to fight her way out of. This has to be good for her for way more reasons than just getting off.
She rolls her hips, pressing against my fully hard cock, seeking friction. “Wait,” I murmur against her mouth. “I'm trying to go slow.”
She blushes again, opening her mouth to say something but I kiss her again, pulling back to nip her bottom lip. “I've got you, baby. Let me take care of you.”
“I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this when I …“ she whispers, shyness or embarrassment making her trail off.
“That's too bad,” I tell her, giving her another deep, claiming kiss. “I like you like this. I just want to savor the experience.”
I kiss the tip of her nose before I return to her mouth. She's so very accepting of everything I'm doing. So open and soft. She lets me kiss her as gently or aggressively as I want, always meeting me halfway, always reaching for more. It's fucking fantastic. She pulls back with a gasp, throwing her head back and arching her neck for me to kiss my way down to the little hollow above her collar bone. I swipe my tongue into it before sucking and nibbling across the bone to get to her shoulder. I suck a mark onto the place where her shoulder meets her neck and she makes such a nice sound for me. Wyatt's going to kill me and it's going to be worth it.
“Still good?” I ask, moving my lips back up her neck and stopping just under her ear to lick the sensitive skin there.
“Yes,” she breathes, clutching at me to keep my mouth where it is. “Overwhelmed, but good.”
I kiss the side of her neck and pause, pulling back and putting a bit of space between my mouth and her skin. “You sure? We can stop if you need to.”
She surprises me by reaching down to pinch my side. “Don't you dare. I'm okay. I don't want to stop.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “I just want to make sure you're alright. You can always tell me to stop and everything will be alright.”
She turns her head and kisses me again, flicking her tongue against my lips, slipping it inside to caress mine, chasing what she wants. Message received, baby. I grab the tail of the shirt she's wearing and push it up, letting my palm slide against her side until her breasts are free of the material. Her little sound of shock makes me smile against her lips. She makes another of those sounds, louder and laced with more need, when my hand covers one of her breasts. I gently grasp it, moving my hand in a slow circle, pressing down gently until the nipple is firm against my palm.
She arches against me, meeting my touch and groaning into our kiss. She slides her fingers up my chest, up my neck, to the back of my head where she drags her nails across my scalp, communicating her wants so deliciously. I pull away from her pouting mouth and lowering to lick across her pebbled nipple, humming in approval when she pushes my head down to urge me to keep going. Grasping the base of her breast, I draw her nipple between my lips, sucking and swirling my tongue slowly, giving her time to really feel it, until she's yanking my hair to simultaneously pull me away and hold me closer.
I switch to the other breast to give it the same attention, but she snakes her hand down between our bodies and grips my cock under my jeans. I release her nipple and rest my forehead against her shoulder while I groan and grind my hips into her touch. She keeps one hand fisted in my hair while she moves away from my dick just long enough to push her hand inside the waistband of my jeans. They're too tight to do much and I'm wearing boxers, but damn, it feels so good to feel her fingers brushing against me and rubbing up and down as much of my length as she can get to.
“Take them off, Shaun,” she whispers. “I want to touch you.”
“In a minute,” I tell her, sucking her earlobe into my mouth for a quick second.
It's been a long time since I have wanted to see how many times I can make a girl cum before I give in and fuck her. For me, there's a certain amount of emotion that needs to go into something like that. I’ve always wanted the girl I'm with to get off, but I want to make sure I get off, too. Right now, I'd be happy to make her cum again and again until she passes out without fucking her. I want to, obviously; but I'd be just as happy to get her off into oblivion and then jerk off beside her. I just want her to feel good, and that has more than danger bells tinkling in the distance. I've got full-blown fog horns screaming in my ears.
This is too close. If I stay at this for even one more minute, I don't know how willing I'll be to let her go, even if she wants to go back to her life like she never met me. Us . Like she never met us.
She turns to press her lips against mine. Not demanding, just a sweet little kiss while she waits for me. Well, that settles it. I'm gone for her. It doesn't matter that the situation has been forced upon her or that everything happening around her is bullshit. I'll fix it for her and everything will be okay.
I drop onto my knees in front of her and rest my elbows on the tops of her thighs so I can prop my chin on my hands and look at her. “I'm going to take off these pants.”
She nods.
“And you're going to spread your legs real wide for me.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods again.
“Then I'm going to lick your pretty pussy until you’re screaming and shaking.”
Her eyes widen, but she nods again.
“You ready for that, baby?”
She takes a little breath through her nose and nods again.
I grin up at her and sit up. “Lift.”
She does what I say and I pull the pants she's wearing over her hips and down her legs and off. I toss them onto the cushion beside her without looking away from her flushed face. Her thighs are soft when I slide my palms down them to her knees. Her legs are already parted, but parted and spread are two different things. I push her knees apart and move my hands to the backs of her thighs so I can guide her to lift her knees higher, urging her to splay wider, making her vulnerable to my eyes. My hands. My mouth.
I don't touch her with my hands yet. I want to let her pussy open to me slowly, gradually, so that she can feel the moment her body is ready for more, so that I can see it happen. I want her pussy puffy, sensitive, and slick with want before I touch it with my hands.
I glance up to check on her before I start to find her watching me, so I give her something to look at. I hold her gaze while I open my mouth and slowly lick across the base of her clit, gently nudging it back and forth until her breath changes, then I switch to short up and down strokes.
After only a few minutes, Larken is making small sounds and she's gripping tightly to the edge of the cushion underneath her. I smile up at her, she's still watching me, her eyes taking in every movement, every lick. I give her clit one more languorous stroke and then close my lips around it, sucking and circling slowly, gently. Just because Larken's need is great doesn't mean she needs harsh or rough touches. She needs me to give her soft and indulgent pleasure, gentle and needy. I can do that for her. I can do anything she wants.
Only when her stomach is clenching and she's moved her grip from the edge of the couch to my hair do I move my tongue away from her clit to lick the rest of her. She's so sensitive to touch that her hips jump when my tongue dips inside her for just the barest moment before returning to stroke her clit.
“You're teasing me,” she gasps.
I suck her clit again, licking over it again and again while I hold it captive between my lips. “Mmm-hmm.”
Her hips buck with the vibration and her thighs snap shut on either side of my head. “Don't tease, Shaun.”
I hum a low laugh and go back to licking her clit, using more pressure. Long stroke after long stroke, never going too fast or slow, just firm, steady flicks of my tongue while she makes the best sounds for me. It's not teasing if she's going to cum. It won't be long now, I can almost feel her urgency as she grips my hair to keep me just where I am.
“Don't stop. Oh god, Shaun. Don't stop.”
I slide my hands under her ass and around her hips to lift her higher like the offering she is and swipe my tongue once from her entrance back up to her clit and she nearly jerks out of my hold. She's going to cum all over my face. It's going to be wonderful.
“Almost,” she whispers.
I flick my eyes up one last time. She's still watching. Still boldly taking in everything I'm doing to her. I love that she wants to watch me pleasure her. It just makes me want to give her more.
“Please,” she begs. “So close.”
This is it. I suck her clit fully into my mouth and continue licking it. The combination of sucking, licking, and swirling finally tips her over the edge and her blissful cries bounce off the ceiling and around the room while her ass and legs shake in my hands. I wait until she stops twitching and clenching before giving her one more lick with the flat of my tongue. laughing when she sits straight up and yanks me away from her.
“That was mean,” she pouts.
“You liked it.”
She lays back against the couch again with a sigh, not making any effort to remove me from my place between her legs. “Yeah, I did.”
“Ready for another movie?” I ask. I don't give a shit about the movie. I forgot there was even a TV in the room. I just want to hear her ask me for more attention, and I know she's going to. She has so much suppressed and ignored need and want that I don't think I'll be able to satisfy her for a long time. Not on my own anyway. Wyatt's going to be back in just a little while. Maybe between the two of us, we can get her well taken care of. It's going to take longer to get him moving in the right direction than it will take her. She'll probably take less than a minute to convince.
“Um,” she starts, biting into her lip again.
“Um?”
“What if … “ She's going to worry that lip right off of her face.
“Yes?” I ask, dragging out that one syllable into an exaggerated line.
She presses her lips together and blushes furiously. “It's been a long time since anyone got me off, Shaun. It's been a long time since I've even gotten myself off.”
“Do you want to cum again?” I ask her, grinning when she blushes an even deeper red. “You're very pretty when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Blush,” I tell her, and lean over her to kiss her lips before they disappear again. “It makes me want to find ways to make you do it more often.”
She gives me another quick kiss, then says, “I do,” against my lips.
“You do?” I ask, giving her a slow kiss, letting her taste herself on my mouth. Some women like it, some definitely don't, but I just know my Larken likes it. She's one of those librarian types. Prim, proper, professional on the outside, and a wildcat under the hood.
She licks her lips when I pull back and I smile at how right I was. “I do want to,” she says shyly. “Again. If you do?”
I laugh and hoist her thighs back up. “Fuck yeah, I do. I just wanted to hear you say it.” I undo the button on my jeans and shove them down my hips along with my boxers.
“Wait,” she calls. I freeze. It would feel like a catastrophic loss, but I'll stop everything right now if she changes her mind.
“You're still wearing a shirt.”
I rip it over my head and stare down at her, waiting for her to give me the green light.
She bites into that lip again and looks up at me through her lashes. Fuck, I love that. “I didn't get to touch you.”
“You want to touch my cock, baby?”
She nods.
I grab her wrist and pull her hand to my hard on and close my eyes when she wraps her slender fingers around it. She squeezes and gives me the smallest, little stroke, and I groan before pulling her hand away and pressing it to the couch beside her. “I'll give you all the time in the world to jerk me off if you want to, Larken. But right now, I want to fuck you, need to fuck you. If that’s what you want too. Are you ready for me to fuck you Larken?”
She nods again, smiling. “Yes. I'm ready.”
I barely let her get the words out before I push the blunt head of my cock inside her, reminding myself to be careful. Going fast, being rough, those things won't help her. She might like that another time, but if this is the first time she's been fucked in a long while, she doesn't need me wildly shoving my dick in her, regardless of the fact that it's all I want to do. I can give her careful. I can take this slow and make it what she needs.
If she starts begging me to fuck her hard, though? We'll see how strong my resolve is then.
I use small, shallow thrusts to work my length into her. I'm not holding her down. I'm leaning over her, catching every sound she makes as I kiss her. Her hands are roaming across my back and down my sides, over my hips and even my ass. She's touching me every bit as much as I'm touching her. When I nuzzle into her neck to nip and suck down to her shoulder, she turns her head to give me better access and moans.
“More, Shaun. I can take more. Please.”
Oh god. She's going to do it. I know it. She's going to start begging me to fuck her harder. She's going to want it as hard and as fast as I can. That's what I get for assuming what she needs. I'll fuck her as hard as she needs me to as long as she isn't hurting.
I tilt my hips, pushing a little deeper inside. She moves against me, groaning and taking more. “Please, Shaun.”
“I don't want to hurt you,” I tell her, drawing a nipple into my mouth.
Her fingertips turn into nails that scratch across my skin. “I need everything. Right now. Please don't make me beg you for it.”
I roll my eyes up to meet hers as I roll my hips and release her nipple with a soft pop . I want to watch her face when I thrust all the way inside. Raising up onto my knees, I slide my hands up her thighs and grip them firmly, my fingertips making indents into her soft flesh. Then I slowly and deliberately push the rest of me inside her, not stopping until I'm buried.
“Oh god,” she pants. “Oh god, Shaun.” Her eyes are closed now and her mouth is hanging open.
I pull back and snap my hips, watching her breasts bounce with my deep thrust.
“Yes!” she cries.
I do it again. And again. Until her whole body is rocking back and forth with my thrusts and her nails are digging into my hips. There is a dull slap every time my hips meet her ass and she cries out every single time. I hope Wyatt walks in right now. He might lose his shit, but I bet he'd still come over and sit next to her to talk her through cumming all over me.
The thought of him watching her cum while I fuck her makes my balls draw up and I grind my hips on the next thrust. I need her with me. I lick my thumb and spread my fingers across her lower stomach, above her pubic bone, then I press my thumb against her clit. She sucks in a breath as I start circling it in time with my strokes. Her body clenches and she clutches me, lifting her hips to meet mine.
“You gonna cum for me again?” I ask, pushing deep and stilling for a few beats.
She nods, her eyes wide. “Don't stop.”
I fuck her, still not too fast, still steady, firm thrusts until her back arches and her eyes roll back as she moans long and loud. I stay inside her, giving her shallow movements and keeping gentle pressure with my thumb until her eyes open again, blinking up at me as she smiles.
“Good job, baby,” I tell her. “You going to give me one more?”
Her eyes widen and I laugh at her scandalized expression. “I ... I don't think I can.”
“We'll see.” I grin down at her and pick up my pace. I don't know if she's able to get off again so quickly, but I'm about to try regardless. If she wants me to make her cum again today, I've got all kinds of tricks to get the job done without involving my dick. I've been thinking about fucking her and what she'd feel like since I helped her in the shower. I'm surprised I didn't get off when she did just now.
She lets out sharp little gasps and cries every time I bottom out inside her. I watch the way she trembles and shakes with every movement and soon I feel the tingling ache that precedes my release. “I'm going to cum,” I warn as my hips start to stutter.
“Wait!” she calls.
It almost hurts but I slow down.
“On me,” she says quietly and then covers her flaming face with her hands.
It takes a few long seconds to process what she means, but when I realize what she wants, a wicked grin spreads across my face. “Ooohhh, you're a naughty girl.”
I pull out of her abruptly and start jerking my cock, leaning forward to lean against her spread thighs and soaked and tender pussy to grasp one of her breasts. My fist moves over my length in quick, firm strokes and I grunt as my balls tighten viciously when the first ropes of cum land on her soft lower abdomen.
I glance up to see her reaction to it, but she's not looking at me. She's looking at the pearly streaks on her stomach and biting that lip again.
And that's the exact moment I fall.
I'm gone for her.
No turning back now.
I like Wyatt. I do. He's a decent guy. But he's slow, and I'm not. So, I guess we'll just have to fight about the fact that I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she wants to keep me as much as I want to keep her. The ridiculous and unfortunate thing is that it might actually take me beating some sense into him for him to see what's in front of him.