Chapter 2 #8
“Not in Village,” he grumbled. “We here. Now. No first, last. Others not gets to ‘cide…”
“Whatever the fuck that means,” I huffed out, but he kept going, muttering under his breath, working himself up, until his chest was heaving and his warm breath was puffing out of him like little clouds releasing into the chilly air. “I don’t know what this is,” I admitted.
A long moment and more muttering issued from the behemoth pacing angrily in my doorway.
“You’re starting to weird me out,” I muttered, frowning up at him as he rambled on.
“No care no more,” he grunted out, having some sort of internal conflict, heated conversation with himself.
Glancing from him and then down towards the box, I nudged the side of it with the toe of my boot. “What’s in this stupid thing anyway?” I huffed and puffed, as if I didn’t care, like I wasn’t dying to know, then dropped my foot and quickly glanced away.
“Us.” That single word, uttered in such a way, softly, almost shyly, held a wealth of meaning.
I scoffed, maybe a bit too hard. Elm’s reaction was instant. It had finally happened. I’d pushed Elm Forest Tree to his breaking point.
With a growl that startled the pants off of me, he practically launched himself at me. Stumbling back, I would have fallen flat on my thick rump if he hadn’t caught me up.
Setting me on my feet, he bent and grabbed at my jacket, jerking me to him. Before I could garble out an expletive laden what the hell he planted one on me that could give that smooch near his parents’ store with Cy a run for its money.
I was all of about ten seconds of resistance before I started melting against him.
A deep, chest rattling rumble rolled up his chest as my mouth began to move against his eagerly.
The thick fingers digging into my coat tightened, crushing me to him as he turned his head to deepen our liplock.
My stomach dipped as his tongue tentatively joined the party, testing, teasing, tempting, and a deep rumble loud enough to send me trembling left him.
“Mine,” he muttered softly when we finally came up for air. He met my gaze, expression still that ever serious, impassive scowl, growled something, and dove right back in. His eyes looked so dark, the green of them gone from bright to looking nearly black.
My hands had found his chest, slid up, and were gripping the collar of his flannel in a death grip, desperate to keep him tightly against me.
There wasn’t a whole lot of great kissing experience under my belt to judge, but Cy and Elm were at the top of my list.
It was a weird thought, and left me disturbed by the idea of them kissing lots of other women to get the kind of experience they had, the kind of experience I knew I didn’t possess.
This time when Elm broke our liplock to suck in a deep breath, I dipped my head, dodging any possible attempt to pick right up where we’d left off.
My head was swimming, full of his scent and the way kissing him made me feel.
A strange, electric, almost a buzzing enveloped me, had me lightheaded, oddly giddy.
I’d never felt that way with anyone else.
Uhm, aside from the tingling shivers with Cy but that kiss, that moment, it was purely to distract me and couldn’t possibly count.
Instead of backing off at my retreat, instead of getting upset and acting like I was being a pain in the ass or wasting his time, Elm pressed a kiss to the top of my head and cuddled me against him.
Not sure what my next move should be, struggling to digest what had just happened, work through the fact I’d just made out with my ex best friend and it had knocked my socks off, the urge to lift my face and start it up all over again strong, I froze, my thoughts locking me in place.
A soft, rumbling purr dragged me from my thoughts.
Above all else, beyond the fire kissing Elm lit inside me, past the questionable nature of how all of this got started, the what the heckery of it all, the urge to retreat and sit in my feelings was strong.
When Elm didn’t begin to fidget nervously, appearing content with the direction things have taken, I allowed myself to sink into his embrace, if only for a moment.
Time ticked by and we remained like we were, half inside the house, Elm wrapped around me, rumbling contentedly as he rubbed his cheek against the top of my beanie covered head, no sign of pulling back and calling it a day.
My mouth opened and I tried to speak but it was like the words were stuck. Anything I might have said, none of it was going to come out right.
Elm was the first to pull back. Green eyes full to brimming with emotion met mine and easily held.
Too stubborn to meekly glance away, I felt the blush creeping up my face, until it felt like my cheeks and ears were burning.
Another rumble left Elm, this one even louder than the last. My embarrassment pleases him?
My confused frown turned into a scowl.
Elm’s expression didn’t change but I felt it when he picked up on my discomfort.
Smoothing a hand over the back of my head, he tugged on the back of my beanie.
I read him so easily I knew what he wanted but didn’t comply.
As if he wasn’t upset by the refusal to remove my beanie in the least, he swooped in for a kiss, one that sent me shivering, tingling in fun places, and lifted me up to step inside.
Closing the door behind him, he tried to kiss and walk his way towards what I assumed was the couch.
He got a few steps towards the direction of the living room and paused as my hands slid up his neck, slipping into his hair to gently tug.
A growl of a groan left him. I’d swear his eyes were glowing as he pulled back. Were his canines always so prominent? Maybe it was the light playing tricks but I’d swear they were looking sorta sharp.
“Pru.” Brushing a hand along my cheek, he purred my name.
Literally, the male purred my freaking name.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
Gooseflesh erupted across my arms, up the back of my neck.
That feeling spread until it felt like every single bit of my body felt like it was buzzing with that electric zip and my skin felt hypersensitive to the touch.
My legs had wrapped around his waist and a very prominent thickness was digging into the v between.
Did I want this? Was I actually considering stopping? I wanted this more than I wanted to admit.
Cupping the back of my head, Elm slipped several fingers beneath my wig-beanie, until he was touching the back of my head.
His other hand cupped my ass to yank me up a little higher on him.
“I’m still wearing boots, and pants,” I blurted.
About to lean in and plant another panty melting kiss on me, Elm paused, blinked, and then a rumble to beat all the others curled up his throat.
Snatching me close to him for a rib squishing squeeze, Elm quickly set me on my feet, where he began tugging my jacket off of me with efficient, if impatient, haste.
“Elm be careful,” I thought I heard him mutter as he finished with my jacket and began toeing off his boots.
A part of me was screeching at me, what the hell are you doing? The other half ignored it in favor of getting my damn pants off because we are so doing this!
I could worry about the repercussions of what I was doing later, much later.
The boy who’d left me that I’d quietly loved for forever and a day was kissing me like he loved me back, eagerly helping me right out of my clothes.
I was down to my panties, socks, and T-shirt when Elm took notice.
A sexy growl filled the air as I turned and bent to set my things down behind me.
He’d been fighting to wriggle out of his flannel, arms trapped trying to rush the process, chest puffed out, the t-shirt beneath perfectly outlining a thick slab of abs I wouldn’t mind running my hands all over.
Doing just that, sliding my hands up over his shirt, dragging the material upwards with the action, he sucked in a sharp breath as my fingers delved beneath the material.
We didn’t speak. Words weren’t needed.
Elm was a hairy SOB, no surprise there. All that chest hair looked more like fur to me. It was soft, warm with his body heat. My lips tipped up as I raked my nails down his chest and he groaned. He pressed closer into my hands, and a snarl rent the air.
Giving up struggling with his forearms stuck, Elm jerked his arms forward, tearing the material, leaving two tattered flannel halves flapping at his sides, split right down the back, and nabbed me up.
His lips found mine, nipping, kissing, tongue delving inside my mouth to tangle with mine.
It was hot, wild. Things were moving fast. His hands were everywhere, sliding up the back of my shirt, the other slipping beneath the hem of my panties to cup a bare cheek.
Pressing me tightly to him, urging me to wrap my legs around him to grind himself firmly against me, Elm took charge.
Needy moans escaping me, I clung to him, desperate for more.
I wanted him so desperately it hurt. Never had I ever felt this frantic, wild need.
The hand cupping my ass moved, shifting to press over my panty covered slit.
I was wet, needy. I may not have actually done the deed with another human being but I had a vibrator, I dated and touched a few bases— perhaps not with this much enthusiasm— I didn’t live under a rock.
My hips rolled, eagerly meeting Elm’s fingers as they teased along my clit, rubbed along my slit.
“Mine,” I thought I heard him mutter as he pulled back long enough to tear at the front of his pants. Then his fingers were back, right where I wanted them.
Instead of teasing me back towards that sweet precipice, he ran a thick finger along my slit, gave the material an experimental tug.
His finger ran along my slit again, a soft noise I couldn’t quite puzzle out issuing, and then he was urging me back to him.
A thick finger rubbed along my bare pussy.