Sierra
Chapter eighteen
My eyes flutter open slowly and I squint. Small rays of sunshine break through the blinds, barely hitting the edge of the bed.
After sending my reply to Sam yesterday, I turned off my phone.
I had hit my limit of emotions. The video of Sam added a small flicker of hope, but it was still overwhelming.
Rage for Wesley burns in my veins, constantly pumping through my body.
If I was a violent person, I’d want to feed him to the sharks—I’d take great delight in watching him scream as they bite hunks of flesh from his body.
A strong muscular arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. Something large and hard presses against my ass causing my core to pulse with need.
I grind back into him as a soft moan escapes my lips. Cyrus grips my hip tightly, his fingertips digging into my skin. “Stop that, Sierra. I told you last night I didn’t have any condoms,” he growls as he nips my ear with his teeth.
“We need to fix that,” I whisper as I press myself further into him, soaking in how safe and cared for I feel in his arms.
“Yes, we do, but if you want, we can do other things.” I look over my shoulder and see him staring with a smirk on his face.
“What do you mean?” My voice trembles with nerves, while my stomach flutters.
“Do you trust me? You know I’d never hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want, but I’d love to make you feel good, baby.”
“I know, Cyrus. You’re the only person who hasn’t disappointed me.”
He rolls me on my back and gets on his knees between my legs. When he stares down at me, his intense onyx-colored eyes turn even darker.
Cyrus lowers his head, his lips grazing mine as his husky voice vibrates against them. “While I love these lips, more so since I kissed them, there’s another set I long to taste. Can I, Sierra?”
My core instantly clenches, flooding my panties and throbbing with need. I try to squeeze my legs together, but his body is in my way.
“Is that a yes? I need your words.”
“Yes, please.” I moan, and he captures it with his mouth.
He kisses me so deeply, my toes curl up.
When he pulls away, my lips quiver and he laughs.
I instantly miss his touch, but the feeling doesn’t last long.
He starts peppering kisses along my neck and down to my chest. The thin, flimsy shirt I’m wearing rubs across my pebbled nipples, intensifying the sensation.
Cyrus places his open mouth around my right peak and sucks it through the fabric, flicking his tongue across the hard little mound.
He groans and my pussy clenches.
It feels so good and I don’t want to stop. Broken pictures start flashing in my mind, blurry and unrecognizable, but a sinister feeling accompanies them. I gasp, my body shaking and Cyrus stops.
“Are you okay?” he asks, frowning.
“It was nothing. Please keep going.” I place my hand on his cheek, gently caressing it.
“No, Sierra. Tell me what happened. There’s never going to be any secrets between us. Not anymore.”
I take a deep breath.
“Fuzzy images. I couldn’t make out anything or understand what was happening. I feel dirty, tainted. I think subconsciously I know whatever it was is wrong.”
“Memories,” he mutters.
“Of that night?” I ask, and he nods.
“So, we can keep going and risk them flooding to the forefront of your mind, potentially coming clearer until we know what happened that night. Or we can stop right now and not risk it.” His tone is even, but he clenches his jaw.
The lines on his forehead and around his eyes crinkle as he looks at me with concern.
“Or we keep going, the memories come back, and we deal with them, then build new ones. I want to replace every horrible thing in my life with something amazing.” I pull his head down, crashing my lips against his, and I can feel him smile against them.
“Then let’s get back to it,” he whispers as he pulls away, moving back down my body, this time taking the other nipple into his mouth.
His hand slides across my stomach, slipping underneath the waistband of my panties.
He pauses at my mound for a moment before letting his fingers slip through my slit.
Cyrus slowly glides them up and down, hitting my clit each time he does.
I rock into his hand as my back arches off the bed, pushing my breasts into his face. All the sensations are overwhelming, setting my body on fire and I cry out.
Cyrus raises his head, my nipple popping out as his husky voice fills the air. “You like that, baby?”
I nod, unable to form words.
“Good, can I taste you?”
“Yes,” I mewl.
Cyrus slips his hand from my panties and takes them by the waistband, pulling them down my legs. His eyes stay focused on my pussy, staring like a man seeing one for the first time.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sierra.” His words settle something inside me, and tension I didn’t realize I was holding disappears.
He lies down on his stomach and slips an arm under my leg, his fingers gripping my thigh tightly. He uses his other hand to spread my lips.
My body shivers as excitement courses through me. I’ve longed to know what this would be like, and it’s happening with Cyrus.
He blows warm air along my slit, and I buck up involuntarily.
I lift my head and gaze down my body, only to catch him staring back at me, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.
Keeping eye contact, he flattens his tongue and licks from my ass to my clit.
I moan loudly as my head falls back and my eyes close.
He licks circles around my tiny nub, flicking back and forth, before biting down softly, rolling it along his teeth.
“Oh god, that feels so good,” I cry out.
His laugh vibrates against me, sending electricity through my body and pushing me closer to the edge.
If it feels this good just from him having his mouth on me, I can only imagine how it will be when his cock is buried deep inside of me.
He shakes his head left to right as he grips my clit with his teeth, devouring me, and I moan. I want more. I want him. I need him.
Fuck not having condoms!
There’s a slight intrusion, jerking me out of my haze. I look down and he’s pushing the tip of his finger into my hole. When he pulls out, he pushes it back in a little deeper until it’s fully inside. I groan as my core clenches around it.
“You’re so fucking tight, you’re clamping down on my finger. I’m going to put another in you, okay?”
“Okay,” comes from me breathlessly.
He pulls out and runs his tongue around my clit before slowly sliding two fingers inside me, scissoring them, stretching my walls.
I’m burning up, feeling an intense pressure inside me, driving me towards climax. I’ve done it before, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is on a whole new level. Self- pleasure has never felt this good.
With each thrust of his hand, he ravishes me with his tongue, growing faster and more intense. My fingers slide through his hair, gripping the strands tightly, pressing his face closer to me.
My actions spur him on, causing his grip on my thigh to tighten. I’m sure I will have bruises there tomorrow.
Then it hits me.
“Oh god, I’m coming!” I cry out as fireworks explode behind my eyes. The pleasure crashes over me, taking my breath away.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my fingers, coat them with your juices.”
Cyrus praises me, telling me how amazing I taste and how he can’t wait to have me fully.
I’m completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body.
After a minute, I finally come back to earth and my body turns to jello, melting into the mattress.
I’m soaked in sweat and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as I try to catch my breath.
I have never experienced anything like this before.
There’s a slight tug as he pulls his fingers out and I moan, opening my eyes in time to watch him stick them in his mouth, licking them like a sucker. The sight alone sends me over the edge again. It’s fucking hot!
“Mmm. You taste delicious. Stay still, I’m going to get a rag to clean you.” He climbs off the bed, a large tent in his boxers, and I blush, knowing I did that.
He returns with a warm rag a minute later and runs it between my thighs, cleaning me. I’m so sensitive, my body jerks and my breath hitches. When he’s done, he tosses it to the floor and climbs in the bed beside me.
“Come here.” He holds his arms out, and I roll over into them, resting my head on his chest.
“Can I take care of you?” I ask shyly.
“No, this was about you.” His hand rubs up my arm as he kisses the top of my head.
“But doesn’t it hurt?” I don’t have a dick, but I can’t imagine it being hard like that is comfortable.
“It’s okay, just a reminder of how badly I want to have you. Now let’s go back to sleep.”
“But school—I wanted to try to go back instead of waiting until tomorrow,” I remind him.
“No, let’s spend today together. I don’t have classes. We can sleep in, then order some food, maybe play a game.”
I laugh as my fingertips dance along his bare, muscular chest.
“Fine. I can do the work Mr. Stevenson brought for me to catch up on, but only under one condition.”
“What’s the condition?” he asks, as I turn my head, gazing up at him.
“We get condoms today.”
He smiles from ear to ear as I kiss his chest.
“I think we can make sure to do that. Now let’s go to sleep.”
Laying my head back down, I close my eyes, letting my mind relax just as much as my body is, and drift off to sleep.