Chapter Thirty-OneRoe
Chapter Thirty-One
Roe
The drive back home is silent and full of tension. I know he wants to talk to me more about The Den, the international trafficking scheme, and, of course, what had happened to me, but he holds his tongue. I am grateful for the silence, though. My skin is buzzing, and I can't tell if it is because I don't want to be so close to another human being, a man… him , or if it’s because I do want it. To be held, comforted… touched.
Is it too soon? If I let him touch me, would I be instantly repulsed and scarred from his touch for the rest of my life? Could my need to be with him be the catalyst that severs the bond we had found over the past few weeks?
Before I know it, we have pulled up in front of the house and West puts the car into park, leaving the motor running. He turns to me expectantly. He thinks I will thank him for the lift and skedaddle as quickly as I can. I link my fingers together in my lap, and they wriggle restlessly as if they have a mind of their own.
West raises an eyebrow .
"Um," I say, my throat suddenly hoarse and dry. "Would you like to come in for a bit?"
His other eyebrow rises to match the first as he blinks and takes in my question before suddenly, he is in rapid action, as if afraid I will take it back and send him home instead. Before I know it, he is standing outside of the car and whistling for Captain Floof to follow.
I can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm to spend time with me.
West follows silently at my heels as we walk through the front doors, up the stairs, and into my room. He leaves the door open as if unsure I might suffocate under the pressure of being in isolated closeness with him.
We stand on opposite sides of the room in silence, both looking everywhere but at each other. Captain Floof groans as he collapses onto the carpet in utter contentment, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
Suddenly, I can't take it anymore.
"I need you to touch me!" It comes out in a breathless rush, the words merging into one.
West blinks and tilts his head as if unsure he has heard me correctly.
I take a deep breath and continue .
"I- I need his hands on me to disappear. The fear, the disgust, the shame, I need it gone. I need to remember what it feels like to enjoy the touch of another human being. I want to enjoy your touch, West. Please. Please , West. Erase what he did to me. Make me feel again."
West stares at me. Fully. Intensely. Like this is a decision that could either make or break us. Really, it could.
Finally, his chin drops in a subtle nod.
My stomach squirms, but I can't tell if I am excited or repulsed.
West whistles sharply, and Captain Floof leaps off the ground and stands to attention at West's feet.
West's gaze does not divert from mine as he growls, "out."
Captain Floof's ears and tail droop, but he complies.
"You’re sending him away?" I ask, amused. "He's just a dog.”
"No," West says, closing the door before walking slowly towards me. The gap between us diminishes. My body is a confusing mess of wants and needs and terror. "He is a guy. And I am the only guy who gets to see you naked ever again."
I gulp, my pussy clenching as desire wins out the battle within .
I close the gap between us with quick steps and clutch West's shirt in my hand. Our lips descend on one another as if they are magnetic, two puzzle pieces begging to become complete.
We both groan as our lips connect hard. It is rough and passionate, but when has our coming together not been? He nips at my bottom lip until I open for him, his tongue slides against my own in a slick caress that has my knees weakening.
As if he can read my mind, West lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, so close but not close enough.
"West!" I gasp around his lips. I don't know what I am trying to tell him, but he seamlessly reads my body.
He turns us toward the bed and gently places me sitting on the edge. He drops to his knees in front of me, chest heaving as he studies me for a moment.
"I am going to take your shirt off now," he says. There is no cooing or hesitation, just a blatant statement.
He reaches forward, his fingers sliding beneath my shirt and lifting it slowly as his hands run up the bare skin of my ribs beneath. I sigh at the feel of his warm touch and lift my arms for him to remove my shirt .
He tosses it aside once it's off and repeats the steps with my track pants, careful to leave my panties in place.
Before I know it, I am in nothing, but my underwear and West is kneeling between my legs.
"Lay back, Princess," he whispers.
I gulp but comply. My head has barely hit the mattress before he lifts my knees and tugs me to the edge of the bed. I gasp at the sudden movement and lift my head to see what West is doing.
He kisses the soul of my foot, my ankle, beneath my knee, and my thigh before retreating and repeating the steps on my other leg. I groan in frustration as his lips leave my thigh for a second time, my pussy warm, wet, and more than ready for his attention.
"Please, West," I plead, throwing my head back to the mattress.
The words have barely left my tongue when his own lands on my panty-clad center. The feel if his warm breath, lips, and tongue against my panties is erotic and strange and not enough.
"West!" I growl, frustrated and needy.
With a curse, West pulls my panties to the side and descends on my clit like a starving man. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud in alternating strokes of soft and hard.
"Fuck!" I gasp. My back arches and I reach for Wests' head, gripping his hair in a relentless grip as I tug him closer, closer, closer. Seemingly understanding what I need, he begins to eat my pussy with uncontained reverence. He licks and kisses and sucks me in the best ways, and before I know it, my body is convulsing, and fireworks are exploding behind my closed eyelids.
He continues to lick me as my orgasm crests and trails away. He gives my clit a final kiss before he stands and removes his shirt.
My mind shutters as suddenly another man is standing over me, naked from the waist up, everything behind him dark and blurred. My heart stutters, my stomach curdles, and I squeeze my eyes closed.
"Princess."
I open my eyes, and West is there again. We are in my room. It is bright, with sunlight streaming through the open blinds.
"With me, Roe," West says almost sternly. "You are with me and only me. Forever. You hear me, Princess?"
I take a shuddering breath and nod. A single tear rolls down my cheek .
West leans forward and swipes the tear up with his thumb before popping it into his mouth.
"I want to hear you say it, Roe," he growls. "Who are you with?”
"You," I whisper. Then, I say it firmer. " You . I'm with you, West. Forever."
West growls and folds his body over mine. His lips collide with mine, and he uses one hand to skate down my stomach and tug at my underwear. I push him off me quickly, and he falls back, confused.
The confusion lasts barely a moment before my hands are at his shorts. I tug roughly, unable to get the right angle to free his cock. Getting the gist of what I want, West jumps to his feet and loses his pants and boxers in one quick sweep. I take a moment to take him in. He stands before me, all tanned, muscular inch of him, his cock bobbing like a beacon; thick, long, and proud.
I raise my hips, still staring at his cock, and start pushing my panties off my hips. West jumps in to help, and before I know it, I am bare, and he is leaning over me again.
West's stare is deep and questioning as he pauses, his cock a warm pillar against my stomach. It twitches.
"I'm with you," I whisper.
That is all the encouragement he needs .
He enters me slowly, deliberately, in one long thrust. I gasp as he bottoms out inside of me, my pussy clenches around him.
He groans as I do. "Fuck, Princess! I love it when your pussy grabs me like that," he croons. "Like it’s welcoming me home."
"Yes!" I gasp.
West pulls out of me and starts thrusting into me again and again; slow and methodical. He glides against my g-spot with precision, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.
After a moment, I smirk.
"Are you making love to me, Baby Duke?" I sass.
"Yes," he grunts simply.
I am completely thrown away by his answer. Western Mazzuchelli does not just make love . He fucks. Hard. He told me so himself once. And yet, here he is. Eyes boring into my own as he brings us both closer and closer to oblivion.
I am so close when he utters four simple, beautiful words that completely break me apart. In the best way.
"I love you, Roe."
My orgasm slams into me mercilessly, and I cum with his name on my lips, in my heart, in my very soul .
West follows a moment later, his hips stuttering as he slams home a final time.
He collapses onto the bed beside me, his skin gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat.
"I love you, too, West."