Chapter 20 #2
"Alex," she says, different now, urgent. "Oh god, Alex, I need you to—"
I know. I feel her convulsing around my finger before she comes apart with her fist in my hair and my name in her mouth.
I feel it in my chest, my spine, everywhere.
I work her through it, fucking her ass with my finger until she pushes weakly at my hand.
Then I withdraw and kiss her quivering pussy one more time. “Fuck, Alex…”
That’s what I love to hear.
Mollie’s still shaking when I work my way back up her body. I let her run her hands over my chest, my back, slip under my sweats to grip my ass. I’m hard as fuck, my tip leaking. All I can think of is being inside her, but I won’t rush.
Mollie is too fucking special for that. She’s too pure, our connection too raw.
"My boyfriend," she says softly, almost to herself, her palms flat on my chest. "God, you're unreal."
Something about that word in her mouth does something catastrophic to my brain. I press my forehead to hers and just breathe.
"Say that again," I tell her.
She tilts her head, a small smile appearing. "My boyfriend?"
"Yeah." I kiss her, slow and deep. "Again."
She laughs against my mouth. "My boyfriend. My incredibly patient, infuriating, ridiculously hot boyfriend." Her hand slides down my stomach. "Who I need to stop being patient right now."
I push my sweatpants off, sucking in lungfuls of her scent. Mollie tries to grab my cock, but I stop her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them at the sides on her head. “I only get to do this once, Freckles. Let me do it right.”
She gives me a grin that nearly stops my heart. “Sorry. I’m just hungry for you, Alex.”
“One second.” I sprint to the bathroom to wash my hands, and then return, wiping my hands on a clean towel that I drop on the floor. “Now I’m ready for you, baby.”
Back on the bed, I kiss her, because how could I not.
It’s a rare thing to be on the same page of wanting each other this badly; the first I’ve ever witnessed, at least. Brushing my cock against her burning hot pussy feels so good that I shudder.
She rakes her nails over my back and that feels good too. Everything is heightened, exaggerated.
She raises her hips when the tip of my cock brushes her clit, moaning, chasing the sensation. “Fuck. Don’t tease me.”
What am I waiting for? I can’t think. Oh yeah. Protection.
“A condom,” I grit out. “Let me grab one.”
“Do you have to?” she asks, working her hips against mine. “I’m on the pill.”
“It’s for you,” I tell her. “The thought of you offering to fuck anyone without a condom makes me insane.”
“But it’s not just anyone. It’s you.” She smiles teasingly. “Doesn’t the team test you guys regularly?”
My jaw tenses. “Yes…”
“Then don’t worry about it, Alex. I trust you,” she says, smoothing her palms across my chest. “I want you, Hotshot. Nothing between us.”
I can hardly argue with that. It’s what I want, too, even though it’s selfish. Dropping a kiss to her lips, I line the thick head of my cock with her pussy. I rub the little bit of precum there, but it’s not needed; she’s wet and ready for me, her hands pulling at my hips, impatient.
So I push in slow, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes go wide and dark and her mouth drops open.
"Oh," she says. "Oh, that's—"
"Okay?" I ask. My voice is completely gone.
"Fuck. It pinches a little. But I’m beyond ready, Alex,” she breathes. "Keep going."
She pushes against me so that I sink an inch deeper into her lush heat. She’s so tight despite her orgasm that I have to go slow not to tear into her. “Fuck. Fuck, Mollie.”
“Mmm. Yeah. It’s starting to feel good again.” She rolls her hips and I almost cum right then and there.
She’s so hot and tight and perfect that my whole plan to take this slowly dissolves immediately. She rises to meet me, her hands on my back, her hips tilting to take me deeper. Her mouth opens, her head tipping back.
I can’t help but fuck her, thick and rough. “Baby—"
Her expression borders on ecstatic, her eyes sinking closed as I bottom out.
She clutches my shoulders. Tensing, I roll so that she’s on top, astride me.
She freezes for a second as she impales herself on my cock.
“Fuck, Alex. It feels so good. If I’d known, there’s no way you would’ve stopped me from humping your leg until you fucked me earlier. ”
She bounces on my cock, making my eyes roll up in my head. I lie back, finding her clit with my fingers, working the nub for all its worth. I won’t last very long. She begins pulsing around me, coming in waves that pull me under and milk my cock the way that only she could.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes, I want to watch you come,” I say, fixated on her face.
I grab her ass and bounce her up and down, riding her through it until I can’t anymore. I pulse deep inside her, fucking my cum deep, filling her up until she can’t take any more. Until she leaks, making a mess of my lap and the sheets below me.
She collapses and I collapse with her and we lie there for a while just breathing. Then she laughs.
"What?" I manage.
She tilts her head up at me, her cheeks flushed, her hair everywhere and her eyes soft. "My boyfriend," she says. "I just wanted to say it again."
Ah, fuck. I pull her closer and press my mouth to her hair. I don't say what I want to say, because I'm not ready. Soon, though.
She belongs here. That's what I know. That's the thing I've been trying not to know for years.
Now I know it completely, and there's no unknowing it.
The quiet comes back and she traces a tattoo on my ribs the way she always does. I watch the ceiling and think about Beck's face in the corridor. "We should tell your brother," I say.
She goes still. Not tense, just still. “You think?”
"We're solid enough," I say. "It's not going to go away, and he's going to figure it out anyway. I'd rather him hear it from me."
She’s quiet for a minute, her fingers tracing that tattoo.
"My parents are coming to town next week," she says.
"I know."
"It's already going to be a lot." She tilts her head to look up at me. "Can we just wait until after? I don't want to add another thing to manage when I'm already managing them."
I think about Beck's face again. I think about how bad he’s going to feel. Hurt, angry, betrayed. Maybe worse. Not telling him is cowardly, but Mollie is his sister. She should get a say, right?
"Yeah," I say. "Okay."
She settles back against my chest and goes quiet. I lie there in the dark with the guilt sitting on my sternum like a stone. She's warm and soft and her hair smells like something I've come to associate specifically with her. She draws slow patterns on my ribs.
It would be very easy to stop thinking and let this be enough for tonight.
I keep thinking anyway.
My dad met Naomi, figured out who she was, and decided he wanted her anyway. He never asked who got hurt. He never lost sleep over it. He just did what he wanted and called it living his life.
How different am I from my dad by doing this?
Mollie is a good person. She's genuinely good, in the way that's real and not performed, the way that means she'll fight for the things that matter to her and admit when she's wrong and give people more than they deserve.
She reminds me of my mom in that way. That's a thought I need to put down immediately because it’s so heavy.
My mom loved my dad and my dad loved my mom in whatever limited way he was capable of, and then he destroyed her anyway. Not on purpose. Not from cruelty. Just from being who he was, from taking what he wanted and not thinking about the cost until the cost had already been paid.
I'm hiding this from Beck. My best friend, my co-captain. I'm sneaking around in hotels, and pretending nothing is happening at camp. I'm doing everything my dad would do. The only difference is that I feel terrible about it.
But I'm not sure that's actually enough difference. My dad probably felt bad, in his way. He kept coming back to my mom. He stayed after a fashion. That was his version of caring and it destroyed my mother anyway.
The city goes on outside the window. Mollie breathes slowly against my chest. Gordie is back at the houseboat, probably asleep on the couch with Slothra, completely unconcerned with any of this.
Lucky dog.