28. You’re insane
28
You’re insane
Exton
Loud ringing blares through the best dream I ever had.
Electra walking, telling me she loves me. The sex. God, the sex was so real in the dream. Whoever is calling needs to go to hell because I want to be asleep for a little while longer but then the warm, pliant body moves against me and my eyes fly open to find her dark hair covering my whole face as her perfectly shaped peach of an ass moves against my cock.
Holy fuck…my arm tightens around my girl because that wasn’t a dream. She did walk! She did tell me she loves me! And it’s her very naked ass against my very naked cock. Or to be more specific it’s in between her cheeks, parting them, begging to slip inside and claim the last hole I didn’t get a chance to fuck before we crushed last night.
Electra moans and the sound shoots down to my already aching dick.
Dude, at this rate, you will fall off , I mentally scold him but there’s no reasoning with him. He needs his girl. We fucked so many times, I lost count of her orgasms but just the slightest reminder of last night and I’m ready to come like a teenager with his first boner.
“What time is it? Who is calling this early?” she rasps out, the sleep still heavy in her voice and I smile, pressing my face into the crock of her neck.
For someone who loves to watch sunrises, Electra sure as hell hates waking up in the mornings.
But that’s what that ringing was about. I forgot I set it up yesterday because the forecast promised clear skies today and I wanted her to see it. She loves them and I’d do just about anything to make her smile.
Yeah, I’m sappy as fuck these days. Apart from yesterday.
There was nothing sappy about us and even though the room is still covered in partial darkness, her hair is all over the place, I can see the marks on her neck, and I can only imagine how the rest of her body looks.
I wince. I was so damn rough with her. What if I hurt her? Electra kept asking for more, fueling my beast but I should’ve stopped. I should have given her all the sweet and cute lovemaking.
Well, time to make up for that, so I tell my dick to stand down and gently kiss her cheek, waking my sleeping beauty up.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, her small hand gliding against mine. “It wasn’t a dream?” she asks softly, voicing my own thoughts and I chuckle.
“It sure was, but we are just so lucky to get to live the dream.”
“Damn, if I’d known you were such a romantic when you barreled through my front door maybe I’d be nicer to you,” Electra smiles, her eyes still closed as she presses her soft lips to that one spot on my arm, the one that bares the mark of her lips, underneath her head as her usual pillow.
“I think you’ll take your words back when you see your body in a mirror, little star.” I nibble lightly on the shell of her ear, and she moans, grinding her ass into me. “Stop that, you little vixen or we will never leave this bed,” I groan but she just chuckles.
“I don’t really see a problem with that.”
“Woman! Who are you and what have you done with my angry elf?”
“You unlocked a whole new side of her.”
“Mmm, fine, I’ll take all the credit for that.”
“Of course, you will.” Electra chuckles, turning her head slightly toward me and pressing her lips to mine.
I’m so tempted to deepen the kiss, to slide my tongue into her warm, sweet mouth but I quickly pull away. “Nope. We are not going there,” I tell her when she whines. “We’ve got a sunrise to catch. So get your sexy ass out of the bed.” I smack said ass lightly, but her smile vanishes as her body tenses, and I catch the small tendrils of a good old panic attack slipping through the sealed cracks.
“Hey.” I gently pinch her chin, turning her distressed face my way. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” Electra admits freely, fully trusting me with her feelings now.
“Of what?”
“I’m scared to get up. What if that was a fluke?”
My eyes soften when I peer into her truly petrified ones.
“It wasn’t, little star. You got up. You did it. You fought your demons, and you conquered them. There’s no going back.”
Electra swallows, pressing her lips to mine again. “Will you help me?” Her vulnerable, small voice almost does me in, but I nod and get up, rounding the bed to her side.
Electra just lays there for a minute, staring at the ceiling before she takes a deep, steadying breath and pushes into a seating position. Her breaths pick up when she realizes she needs to swing her legs over the side and stand up.
We both know her fear is irrational at this point. We both saw and felt how well her legs worked last night but I get it. This was something she actively fought against. This was something she kept telling herself she wouldn’t ever get to do and worst of all, she accepted that fate.
But now that she’s had a glimpse of what it’s like to feel again, to walk—run—Electra is terrified to give that up again.
I just stand there, ready to give her my hand whenever she is ready, but she just lifts those two icy eyes to me, silently begging me to make that step for her, to take away her choice like I’ve been doing all along.
Without hesitation, I throw the blanket off her legs, and she sucks in a sharp breath as if she sees them for the first time, but I guess she might as well be. Last night she was too far gone with adrenaline and sex to think this through but today is a new day.
Her first day of this version of Electra. Her rebirth and she needs a second to accept it all over again.
“Accept it, Electra,” I say softly, nudging her and she sends me one of her glares.
“Stop reading my mind, Exton.”
But I don’t bite, instead I take her hand and press it to her thigh.
“Accept it, Electra.” She sucks in a sharp breath, relaxes her hand and her body starts shaking, her breaths coming out choppy but it’s not from shock or a panic attack. She’s smiling and crying at the same time.
“I feel it! It wasn’t a fluke! I feel it.”
“You do.” I nod.
Gone is the glare as she swings her legs over the bed with a newfound determination and I barely catch her when she gets up too fast, her weakened muscles not working as they used to just yet, but she happily falls into my arms, pressing her tear-streaked face into my chest as her shoulder keep shaking.
“Told you, you could do it.” I pat the back of her head soothingly and she snorts into me.
“Could you not gloat so loudly?”
“Not a fucking chance. I’m a damn magician over here,” I joke, and she knows it based on her playful slap to my arm.
I snatch the fuzzy blanket off the foot of the bed and wrap Electra in it like a burrito, lifting her into my arms and move to the living room all while she snuggles into me like a little kitten.
You know those cute ones with innocent looking eyes that can turn into little devils in the blink of an eye? Yep, one of those. But she’s my little devil-kitten-angry-elf-little-star. Mine. And I’ve never been in love before her. Couldn’t even fathom what the hell that feeling was, but I’m certain, she’s it. She’s the one I’m destined to love.
We settle onto the couch, holding her wrapped body on top of mine, her back against my front as we both stare at that lone wheelchair, still sitting out there on the ice.
“Want me to get rid of it?” I ask her but she shakes her head.
“No. I want it here, with me. Us. I don’t want to get rid of the bad memories because they are also some of the best ones I have. Is that weird?” Electra twists her head, looking at me and I kiss that cute, slightly pointed tip of her nose.
“Yeah, little star, that’s really weird, but I knew you were a little psycho from the moment I stepped foot in here.” I’m barely keeping a straight face and she sees right through it, smacking my chest and I burst out laughing. “There’s my angry elf.” I kiss her and then tip my forehead to hers.
“There is nothing weird about it, Electra, and I don’t ever want you to forget any of them. Those memories brought you to this point and I hope they will carry you on forever.”
The mood around us changes, it becomes somber and tense. All playfulness is gone because no matter how much I want to pretend that my love is enough for her, enough to keep her by my side. Deep inside, I’m not sure.
I’m not sure what all of this means, to be honest, and yeah, I’m being a chickenshit again, afraid to voice the question.
How very tough of me…
“Why did that sound like a goodbye, Axe?” And like a crack of that ice yesterday, Electra’s face falls, displaying every loud question, thought and insecurity running through her mind all of a sudden. Damn it…I never want to hear those. I never want to see them.
Suck it the fuck up, man…
I haul her closer to my chest, fighting my own battle inside my head when I whisper, “I don’t ever want to let you go, Electra. You are it for me. But…”
“But?” She stops, looking away from me. “Are you going to leave? That was the deal, right? I walk, you get to go back to Outlaws?”
“I don’t give a damn about any deal. Do you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell my team to get fucked and move to a different one if I wanted to? Yet I stayed here, because I think I knew from the very beginning that you were it for me. But I did what I was supposed to. You don’t need m—” Electra slaps her hand to my mouth, cutting off the rest of my sentence.
“Do I need to swallow your cum again to erase those ludicrous thoughts inside your head?” she asks with a stern face and my chest cracks.
“Yesh, pleathe,” I mumble into her hand, fully expecting her to smack me, tell me I’m an idiot and go back to our sunrise, but Electra makes quick work of the blanket around her body, dumping it to the floor and wraps her naked body around mine, her wet pussy against my hard cock. Because how can he not be around her?
“Look at me, Exton,” she says when she catches my eyes on where she’s slowly moving against me. I swallow hard, pulling my gaze away and don’t regret it for a moment, because her eyes say it all.
They are so loud, my heart is threatening to rip through my ribcage and jump into her hands, but I opt for cupping her beautiful face with both my hands as she does the same to mine.
“I need you. I need you, Exton Quinn. Number thirteen, best defender in the league. I. Need. You. The delusional psychopath with asshole tendencies and idiotic ideas. The stubborn, relentless, grumpy you with your anger issues. I need you. You make me whole. Even when I’m not. Please don’t leave me.”
“Never,” I whisper and bring her lips to mine as she lifts her body just enough to grip my length and slide me inside her soaked pussy.
“Good. Now make love to me, baby.”
I’ll do anything for her. I’ll reach the moon and the stars. I’ll drag down the whole cosmos to her feet if she only lets me stay there along with it.
“My Electra,” I whisper over her lips, slowly, dragging out each syllable and pulling on her lip with my teeth. Relishing in the goosebumps that run over her body and while she’s caught off guard, I lift her by her ass slightly, making sure I’m still inside her and twist her on my cock so she faces the sunrise we were supposed to watch and prop her feet on either side of my thighs, spreading her wide open. And in the dusky morning light I can see a faint reflection of us in the window, of my cock getting swallowed by her bare, greedy, pink pussy.
“Now that’s the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, my mouth already on her skin.
“Exton,” she moans, her head falling back to my shoulder when my fingers find her clit, rubbing slow, unhurried circles around it. Driving her mad as I fuck her from beneath slowly, feeling each inch of me go in and out. Feel her silky lips wrap snuggly around my cock.
“I love you, my beautiful Electra. Look at how beautiful you look with my cock stretching your little pussy.”
Her hand reach over, tangling in my hair. Her mouth trailing over my jaw, my ear, my neck as she drives me just as mad.
We make love to each other even if it’s not as sweet and gentle because I can’t help but sink my teeth into the crook of her neck, over the same bruises I left last night. I can’t help but thrust into her hard and fast, bouncing her on my dick and making her gasp as I pinch her nipples.
And when I feel her flutter around me, coating me in her orgasm I can’t help myself but pull her off, moving her to the edge of the couch and spread her legs as I sink to the floor, worshiping her pussy, licking up every drop of her until she’s falling apart again.
Her sweet mewls of pleasure, her sweet taste and scent making my cock leak aching with the need to come as deep inside her as I can. I pull her hips lower until her ass hangs in the air and thrust back inside her sore pussy to a sound of another beautiful moan that’s music to my ears.
Electra reaches for me, silently asking for more, and I lean in, devouring her mouth as I climax deep inside her with few last hard thrusts.
Fuck knows if she’s on birth control and I don’t give a damn.
No, scratch that, I do and she better not fucking be on any. It’s the first time I’ve ever considered such a thing. Hell, before Electra I was adamant about not having kids, the fear of what happened to my own mother too strong but somehow this girl overrides all of my codes and pre-programmed settings. She’s the glitch to my brain and I don’t mind one bit.
I pull out slowly and sit back, obsessed with the sight before my eyes. Electra wanton and sated as my cum slowly leaks out of her.
“My beautiful mess,” I whisper, planting a soft kiss to her clit and she gasps, watching me with fascination. “But we can’t have that,” I add and I plug her pussy with my finger, fucking my cum right back into her.
“Are you trying to get me pregnant, Exton?” she asks playfully, her words teasing as her lashes flutter in bliss.
“Yes.” I kiss the inside of her thigh.
Those pretty eyes snap open, her breaths pick up and her tongue peeks out, licking her bottom lip. “I’m on birth control.”
A normal person would consider this a good thing. Neither one of us needs this right now, but I’m not it. I’m unhinged around her and all I know is that I want this belly swollen with my baby. That’s it.
“Get off it, Electra.”
“You…Exton…You’re insane!” Her eyes are wide.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Y-you want a baby with me?”
That fear is back in her eyes, and I know I’m the one who put it there. Damn it, get that stupid caveman under control, Exton . I quickly get up, pulling her into my arms. “I do.” I kiss her. “But I can wait. For as long as you need, I’ll wait.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “But I still think you’re insane.”
“Only for you.”
We spend the rest of the day avoiding the outside world. Avoiding making the calls we need to make. Avoiding anyone and everything, just breathing in each other and what finally transpired.
She’s mine. I’m hers.
There are still a million questions we need to deal with but for now, I’d like to be blissfully unaware of them.