Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
I try not to think about the fact I just confessed my deepest, darkest secret to Prue a second longer once she asks me to help her get off.
The fact my abuse doesn’t make her look at me as some kind of disgusting piece of shit makes knots in my stomach unravel. Tension leaves my body as she stares at me, processing my last statement.
I can’t fuck her tonight. Well, I don’t think I could, but as she looks at me, sky-blue eyes pooling with lust, I’m not so sure I could say no to her when she eventually begs me to.
Which she will and I won’t even have to touch her to get her there. The last fucking thing she is going to think about is her ex, all her attention will be on me and that’s going to make her want me in ways she doesn’t even know yet.
“I thought sex wasn’t on the table,” she finally says.
“I prefer the bed.” I smirk, and she rolls her eyes. “I didn’t want you to touch my dick, but your pussy, I don’t know if I could deny her anything.”
“Oh, good to know you value my pussy over the rest of me.”
“I don’t value your pussy over you, I’m just more inclined to be nice to her.”
“And if she doesn’t like it nice?” She smirks.
“Then I’ll be mean, really, really mean.”
Her face softens, as her eyes sparkle with a mixture of want and fury.
“I don’t want your cock,” she says, though her voice hints that she is already lying.
“Yet.” I wag my finger at her. Moving the bottle to the side, I lean forward, letting my fingers skim over her leg. Goose bumps rise over it. “You feel so soft.”
“I… Wait,” she mutters. I instantly freeze, still touching her but not moving any higher. “I want to get myself off, I just may need…” Her voice trails off, as her eyes drift to the side.
“Help.” I nod, removing my hand from her leg. “I won’t touch you, not until you ask me to,” I reassure her. And I mean it. I won’t lay a hand on her until she is ready. I can’t wait until she is ready, though.
“This is a bad idea.” She sighs, pushing herself up and forcing me to scoot backwards. “Like really stupid.” She shakes her head.
“It’s not stupid. It’s smart,” I say, standing up. “The first time is hard, getting some help is a good idea.”
“What if I can’t do it?”
“Then you try again another night.” I walk up to her. “Do you trust me?”
She shrugs, and it stings a little, but I get it. Hard to trust anyone once you’ve been broken like that.
“Let’s just have fun with it, okay? We can climb into your bed and just have some fun? I won’t touch you, but we can talk. I’m really good at dirty talk.” I smirk.
A small smile spreads across her face as her eyes do loops. “Okay.”
She leads me to her room before ducking into the bathroom.
My eyes dart around the room. It lacks personality but I guess part of that is due to the fact she just recently moved in with her brother.
A part of me wonders how she would decorate it if she had the freedom to.
Would posters of my band line her walls?
I bet after tonight she would want a little reminder of me. Perhaps I’ll send her a headshot.
I smirk to myself at the thought of her touching herself to the memories of all the pleasure I’m going to show her.
My mind is buzzing with excitement. I drank a little more than I should’ve while bearing my soul to her.
I didn’t expect her to ask for my help when it came to getting herself off. I wish I could help her in other ways, but I’d settle on dirty talking her sweet cunt to pleasure. Let her see I can get her off without even touching her. Impress her a little.
My cock aches at the thought of watching bliss fall over her face. I wonder what she sounds like when she explodes. My balls are throbbing at the mere thought.
I strip down to just my boxers before crawling into her bed. I eye the door, waiting for her to return.
When she does walk in a moment later, she moves to her dresser, opening and closing drawers.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for a pair of sweats,” she snaps back.
“Why?”
“To wear.”
“You don’t need clothes for what you’re about to do.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Prue, I promise you, whatever you are hiding, I’ve seen worse.”
“Ha.” She turns to glare at me. “Good to know.” She reaches under her shirt, tugging off her bra. The sight of her breasts barely sagging makes my mouth water. Perky tits are hidden from my view, but I know when I see them, they are going to be a sight.
She sighs, closing her eyes for a moment, before snapping them open to look at me.
I offer her a smile and she rolls her eyes, before letting her hands drop to the side of her skirt.
She unzips it, letting it drop to the floor at her feet, revealing her tiny black thong. My cock seriously aches now.
Her hip bones are so defined. Her thighs too. They look firm, even with a tiny gap in the middle, perfect for my head to fit between.
Resting her hand on her stomach she stares at me, and I force my eyes to glance up to her face.
“Most of the bruises are gone but there are a few that still…”
“If you think a few bruises are going to lessen your appeal, you have no idea how fucking hot you are.”
Her face turns pink, but her fingers move to the edge of her turtleneck. Quickly she pulls it off and over her head, dropping it to the floor behind her.
Just as I thought, her tits are perky and round. Her nipples are peach and pointy, and I want to stuff my mouth with them. Folding my hands in my lap to keep them from reaching forward to feel her tits, I bite my tongue to keep myself from speaking.
Her stomach is flat and smooth. Her collar bone stands out, and I want to trace my fingers over it, maybe even bite into it. I ignore the few faint bruises that sit on random spots on her body, so I don’t start plotting a murder.
She is fucking beautiful. And my mind is jumping through all the many things I want to do to her. It’s not like I haven’t slept with the same woman more than once on occasion, but I could fill a whole calendar with all the things I want to do to her.
“Um… Can I leave this on?” She pulls on the straps of her thong.
“If you want,” I say, clearing my throat.
She nods, moving toward the bed. She climbs up beside me, lying flat on her back a few inches from me.
“How do we start?” She glances at me.
“What do you like?”
“Like? Oh, I don’t know. I’m not very picky. I like sucking, which you know.” Her lips twitch up. “But when it comes to my body, I don’t really care. I take whatever is given.”
Jesus. The men she has been with haven’t been doing their job. She must be so used to settling on whatever makes them feel good.
“You like giving pleasure?”
“Yes.” She nods.
“You know,” I start, turning on my side to face her. Her eyes are open and staring at the ceiling. “You’re the only girl who has ever taken my whole cock in their mouth.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes darting over to me. “It wasn’t easy, but it felt so good. I like the way my jaw ached after.”
“Yeah?” I fight the urge to reach between my legs and touch myself. This isn’t about me. It’s all about her. “I don’t know if I’ll ever come that hard from a blow job ever again.”
“Mm.” She sighs. “I like that I’ll leave you with a lasting memory.” Her hand cups her bare tit, squeezing it.
“When guys go down on you, do you like their tongue inside or playing with your clit?”
“Oh.” She gasps, as her thumb rolls at her nipple. “I don’t care too much. I rarely come from receiving oral. Just a few times, mostly if they want a second go and don’t mind spending awhile down there.” Her fingers tug on her nipples and her mouth parts, but no sound comes out.
“Do you like having your nipples played with?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “They are all too rough or too soft. Correcting men gets old.” Her voice is heavy as she switches to fondle her other tit. “They can never read my cues.”
“Favorite position?” I’m trying to get information to paint a picture for us, but she isn’t giving me much to work with. I blame the lousy men she has been with.
“Doggy. Better angle. Top is good too, but men don’t let me take my time that way.”
“Stop talking about other men,” I say, trying to keep my voice soft, but I don’t need her thinking of her past lovers right now. “I don’t care about them. I want to know what you like.”
“Doggy still. Though I fear you’ll break me that way.
” I smile to myself as she lowers one hand to rest on her lower stomach.
“I like my hair played with, pulled. And when my hips are gripped, a hand around the throat feels good too. Not choking, just holding me in place.” Her chest rises and falls, as her hand slides to the front of her thong.
“How many of your fingers can you fit inside?”
“Two. I’ve only ever used two.” Her hand rests over her pussy now. “Sometimes I put one in my ass, but I don’t do that often. Only when I’m desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“For a little pain.”
“You like pain?”
“Not a lot, just a little. A sting, the stretching, really. I like being full.” I watch her hand move, slipping under her thong now. “And filled.”
Jesus Christ. I’m going to fucking explode just from the words coming out of her mouth.
“How could a man not worship you?” I say softly.
Her eyes find me, resting on my face. “You’d worship me?”
“I would.” I nod, keeping my eyes on her. “Anything you wanted would be yours for the chance to make you feel good.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see that her fingers are against her pussy, but the gasp that falls from her lips is even more proof.
“What would you do first?” Her voice is shaky and heavy.
“I’d make you come with my fingers. If only to make sure there are enough juices for me to lap up. But as my fingers strum you like a guitar, I’d have my lips attached to your tits. They are so fucking perfect.”
My hand drops to my crotch on its own accord, but I don’t let it go down my boxers or touch my cock. This is about her, not me, I remind myself.
“Have you ever done 69?” she asks.
“Yes.”