Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
TALLY
It’s late by the time I make it upstairs. Even with leaving Tina and the others to close up for me, it’s late enough that most normal people would be asleep by now. I want to be asleep– exhaustion rests heavy on my shoulders and the thought of laying on a soft pillow sounds like heaven.
I debate whether to leave Cyrus alone tonight. The thought of leaving her be riots around my head on my way upstairs.
Until, somehow, I end up right outside her door.
There’s still low light from a candle peaking out from under the door. Fuck it, we said we’d see each other tonight. I’ll knock, if she answers, great. If not, I’ll go to bed on my own. No biggie.
Not a problem at all.
Heart thumping in my ears, I raise my fist to knock on the door. Gently at first –barely audible to me let alone her– before giving a louder thump.
There’s an unusual lump in my throat as I wait. Sweat licking across my palms, I start to realise I’m nervous. I’m seeing the woman I’ve fucked twice before and now I get nervous.
Time seems to slow as I wait for Cyrus to open the door. The seconds seem to take minutes, until I come to the realisation that she's probably asleep. Just accidentally left her candle lit before sleeping.
My heart falls to the bottom of my stomach– rolling around aimlessly in my gut making me feel nauseous.
A weird and unique sensation of sadness rolls over me.
Maybe it is a little problem.
Forcing a deep breath and slowly releasing it, I take a step back and try to force myself away from the door. I barely move my foot before the door creaks open the tiniest of bits.
Cyrus’s eye pops around the corner just enough for me to see the glinting deep sea blue. An instant wave of relief fills my limbs. Followed by exhaustion.
I don’t even care if we fuck tonight, just knowing she opened the door for me is enough.
From the slither of her face I can see, I see the corner of her lip flick into a small smile before she contains it. Then she opens the door wide enough for me to slip through– still hiding herself behind the heavy wood.
It isn’t until she closes it I realise why.
Her bare body glows under the soft light from the gas lamp. Her dark nipples already pebbled, her thighs shimmering wet. My mouth instantly watering from the sight of her.
My thighs grow damp with my arousal. Heat and tension growing tight in my stomach. Forget what I said about wanting to go straight to sleep. This. This is what I want. Why did I even think about sleep?
“Already naked for me, dove?”
Her shoulders lift gently before falling, “I started to think you weren't coming. I was going to get ready for bed.”
My eyes flick to her dripping thighs. There’s no way that’s purely from awaiting me, especially if she thought I wasn’t coming.
“And you thought you’d take your pleasure into your own hands?”
A soft blush of colour blooms over the apples of her cheeks and her chest. The colour is delicious. I want to lick across the reddened skin, watch as it grows even darker.
She shrugs her shoulders again. “I didn’t think you were coming.”
Stepping closer until I’m within an inch of her heaving chest, those perfectly round globes shudder with each gust of air that leaves her. With a great deal of force and restraint, I pull my gaze from her tightening nipples in search of her eyes.
I tut. “The tavern closes late. You should know that and trust that, if I say I’ll be here, I’ll be here.”
Her irises vanish behind the vast blackness of her pupils, filled with desire. “Oh I know, it doesn't mean I can always be patient.”
Her heated look blazes hotter as her hand squeezes between the minuscule space between us, heading straight towards the dripping folds between her glistening thighs.
My gaze drops to watch their movements. The second her fingertips break her swollen pussy lips and graze her nub, she whines and I have to fight a growl.
I lose the fight and a deep noise rips from my throat, at the same time, I grab her wrist in a bruising hold.
Pulling her hand away from her dripping centre, my other hand wraps around her throat.
Not too tight but fingers firm enough for her to get the message clear when I say, “Do not touch what’s mine without permission, understand, dove? ”
Her lips flicker into the tiniest smirk as she nods.
“Words.”
“I understand, Tally.”
Once my name has breached her pillowy lips, I use the hand around her throat to pull her flush against me. My mouth dances along hers but I deny her the luxury of kissing me just yet. I need to get my order out there first.
“I can’t wait to ride your pretty face.” Cyrus’s breath whips out across my lips alongside another whine and I can no longer deny her lips on mine. Her softness connects with mine, lighting up my bloodstream with the feeling of her. My skin tingles as our lips lock together.
This woman has no idea how incredible she is.
My tongue runs along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance to her inviting mouth. When she denies me, my teeth nip at her, coaxing her to open up for me. She doesn’t give in, only the corner of her lips tipping up slightly.
Oh, dove, you’re on your way to a good punishment.
Squeezing the fingers wrapped around her throat, just enough for her to gasp for breath, I slide my tongue inside her mouth and dominate her.
With the grip still tight on her throat, I drag her with me to the bed. When the backs of my knees collide with the mattress, I flip us around and release my grip to push both shoulders.
She lands with a small puff falling from her swollen lips.
I start to undress myself, purposely gliding my fingers over my freshly exposed skin as she watches on raised elbows. I can see her chest stutter for oxygen as she watches each new strip of flesh come into view.
Slowly, my dress falls to the floor, pooling around my feet.
Cyrus’s groan is deep, her hands fisting the bedcovers beneath her as she takes me in. It’s definitely an ego boost as her gaze trails the expanse of my body, those eyes hooding and dark and sparkling with unrestrained desire.
“Lay down. I’m going to sit on your pretty little face, dove.”
She groans again as she drops back flat against the mattress.
Rounding the bed to where her head rests, I climb up and position myself over her face.
My arse right over her. I have no qualms about sitting on her, if she’s uncomfortable she’s more than strong enough to lift me. So I plan on sitting down properly.
“Ready, dove?”
Her hands find my hips and waste no time pulling me flush to her mouth. Her fingers dig into the meat of my hips as her tongue licks a bold stripe straight up my centre. She has me moaning instantly.
Leaning forward, I rest my hands on her waist and grind my hips down into her awaiting mouth. I can’t help the way my moans free fall from me as her tongue expertly works me open.
Deciding to reward her, I lean forward and spit down onto her dripping pussy. My middle and index finger rub the drop of saliva into her clit, her hips instantly jerking at the sensation.
She still does deserve a little punishment for starting without me.
I start with a gentle slap over her pussy, her body jerking and letting out a harsh moan that she pours into me.
As she licks into me drawing the heat higher and higher, I alternate between circling her bud and little slaps that has more wetness gushing out of her.
She squeezes my hips tighter as her tongue fucks into my entrance, and I’m so close my eyes squeeze shut.
“Fuck, dove. I’m going to come.”
Her voice is muffled and broken by moans as she says, “Me too.”
This time when I slap her pussy, I do it harder– then thrust two fingers deep inside her tight pussy and thumb her clit. Her hips thrash as she comes apart over my hand, her hands tugging me deeper onto her face so that I follow her over the precipice and come with her.
White flashes behind my eyelids as pleasure tingles through each cell in my body, lighting me up as I shake above Cyrus.
Not wanting to actually suffocate her, I manoeuvre off her face when my body sufficiently remembers it needs oxygen, collapsing in a heap on the mattress.
We both lay there completely fucked out, gasping for air.
When we slowly come back down to earth, her gaze flits over to mine, a small blissed out smile breaks her usual stone exterior.
Smiling back, I open my arms and she crawls in. Resting her head on my shoulder and throwing her arm and leg over me. She instantly nuzzles into the side of my chest and makes the sweetest, happiest little sound I think I’ve ever heard.
My heart melts.
Bending to kiss the top of her head and squeezing her closer, I get comfortable. We should get up to clean up our mess but neither of us really give a fuck about that right now. Sleep weighs us down more and more.
My eyelids flutter closed, and I whisper, “Goodnight, dove.”
“Goodnight, Tally.” Her voice is mumbled and wrecked and oh so damn perfect.
Then I fall asleep with the image of her dancing through my dreams all night.