CHAPTER SIX
Chrissy
Instead, he pushes up onto his knees and reaches over his head.
With a tug, he pulls his top off. The article is tossed aside and I’m gifted the hard, toned muscles of his chest. The wide lines of his shoulders.
Both arms are cased with full, colored tattoos that expand across his chest and down his belly.
I know he has ink. I’ve seen the ones sleeving his arms, but he rarely ever takes his top off and I’ve been too shy to look at his torso when he does.
But it’s right there, right over his heart in the softest shadows. Dark grays and sharp blacks that curve and sweep into an elaborate artwork of my name carved out of a gorgeous rose in full bloom.
Nothing about it is standard. This isn’t something he found in a book. It’s custom. Personal. Every blade of leaf, every crisp petal creating the edges of my name is unique and beautiful.
And faded.
“When?” I choke out.
“Last year.” He doesn’t stop me when I lift a finger and stroke the coiling stem. “The day after I looked into your eyes and realized just how gone I was over you.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” A tear slips the corner of my eye and vanishes into my hairline. “All this time, we could have—”
“I kept waiting for you to come to your senses and realize you didn’t want a guy twice your age.”
I purse my lips. “You’re not twice my age, Shawn. Barely ten years.”
“Doesn’t matter. You should be with someone your age who you can walk through town with and start a family.”
This has my eyebrow lifting. “Are you sure that’s what you want? You didn’t seem fond of the idea when you nearly kicked the door down.”
His answer is the hard knot in his jaw. The narrowing of his eyes.
“I didn’t say it was what I wanted. I said it’s what you should want.”
Despite the ridiculousness of the conversation, I roll my eyes. “Do you hear how silly you sound? Why would I want anyone else when I’ve loved you since I was sixteen? That feeling has never changed and it won’t.”
“Don’t say that unless you’re sure,” he warns, head dipping to the side of my neck with his lips. “Once you promise yourself to me, I will never let you go.”
I link my arms around his neck and hold him to me. My fingers drift along the back of his head, through his hair. Guiding and urging his sucking mouth down my chest to latch around my nipple.
“I like that,” I breathe, watching him tug and nibble.
“Good. I’ve wanted to taste your tits every time you come down in the morning in those useless shirts, nipples hard. I want to pull you down on my cock and make you ride me while I suck on them.”
“Promise?” I pant, back arching as he palms the other.
As he pinches the nipples and squeezes. The hard bulge in his pants pushes and grinds into my mound, urging me to meet him.
“Wait until you hear what I want to do after I cum in you.”
I dig my heels into the mattress and push down his length.
“Show me. All of it. Everything you’ve wanted to do to me.”
His laugh is dark and hungry against my skin. “I don’t think you’re ready for the things I’ve fantasized about doing to your body.”
“Do them. Please.”
My pleading is met with a low groan and the retreat of his bulk slinking down my willing body to force his shoulders between my thighs. His gray eyes meet me down the length of my flushed torso.
“Fuck, look at this view.” His mouth latches to my sex. His tongue plunges between the lips in a filthy kiss that has my fingers fisting in his hair. “Spread your legs for me, Chrissy. Let me taste your sweet cunt.”
I do. Willingly and obediently. I let my knees fall wide against the mattress and he groans his pleasure right against me.
His hands spread me wide and he stares straight into my eyes as he eats.
As he devours and licks, and sucks. He fills my opening with his tongue and slides his palms under my ass to cup my cheeks.
He moves me. Grinds me into his face. Training my body how to move.
“Shawn...”
“You taste so good, baby. Do you like riding my tongue?”
I nod vigorously and get to watch him suck on my clit. His hands drift up to cup my breasts, tease my nipples.
“Yes...” I whine, rolling against his mouth the way he showed me.
“That’s my good girl. Tell me what my baby wants.”
I drag his face harder into my mound, the edge inches away.
“Cum in your mouth...” My head falls back with the first shudder. “I want to cum ... Shawn, please ... don’t stop.”
My pleading is rewarded with the gentle invasion of his fingers. The curling of them up against that wall.
His name is the only thing I know as I see stars and release into his lapping mouth. Even after I have no more, he stays and starts over. He keeps going until I’m trying to close my legs and he folds me in half and fuses his mouth to my seizing clit.
“You’re going to take my cock, Chrissy. In here.
” He makes me watch as he fingers my opening.
Circles the ring. Stretches it around the slowly descending digit.
“Need you slippery, but you taste so fucking good...” he takes a hard sweep of his tongue over the spot.
“Going to taste even better when I fill you with my cum and lick you clean.”
The imagery has my eyes rolling back and my legs falling open in invitation.
Shawn chuckles at my eagerness as he pushes to his knees. I watch him kick out of his shoes and jeans until he’s as naked as I am. His cock, thick and perfect, extends from his midsection. He palms it and gives it a jerk.
I watch the steady pumps and try not to think he’s going to fit all of that inside me. My worry must show on my face because his softens.
“I’ll go slow,” he promises, moving slowly over me. “Or I can stop.”
“No.” I grab his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Part of me expects him to just plunge in. Quick, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
But he settles over me, every inch of naked flesh aligning with mine.
His forearms settle on either side of my head and he captures my lips.
Invades my mouth. It’s not hard and reckless.
There isn’t any hurry in the sweet sips.
He kisses me like we have all the time in the world.
I think he’s expecting me to change my mind and he’s giving me the chance to do so.
Instead, I hook both arms around his neck and hold him to me. I return every stroke with eager ones of my own.
Kissing is still an unfamiliar thing and I’m doing my best to follow his lead, but I’m not sure I’m doing it right. He’s not complaining, though, I don’t think he would.
“I love you,” he murmurs against my mouth. His lashes lift and our eyes meet over the lips he keeps connected. “And we’ll figure it out, okay?”
“Are you sure?” I ask softly. “Jefferson is unforgiving and if Mrs. Winslow—”
“Fuck her.” His kisses move down my chin. “There is nothing she can do.”
I’m trying to appreciate his resolve, even take encouragement from it, but we both know how messy this could get if Jefferson decides this doesn’t fit into their idea of a perfect town.
Truthfully, it’s not as bad as some of the other situations I’ve seen people have, but it could still be bad enough to wreck Shawn’s life.
“What if you realize—?”
“I won’t,” he cuts in. “I don’t make decisions lightly and when I do, I stick by them. We don’t have to announce it to the town. We don’t have to tell anyone because it’s not anyone’s business, but I’m not hiding you either.”
I watch him work down my collarbone to my right breast. He palms the other, teasing the nipples beneath his thumb and mouth.
For a second, while he’s doing that sweet, nibbling thing I’m beginning to really enjoy, I forget the conversation. My brain wonders why he’s not inside me already.
“I like that,” I tell him.
He repeats the tug of one nipple between his thumb and index and the pull of the other between his teeth. And I moan.
“I’ve wanted to play with your tits for so long,” he confesses.
“All of you, actually. When you’d come down in your tiny T-shirt, short enough that I could see your panties and you’d go up on your tiptoes to grab a glass from the cupboard...
” His low, greedy grumble vibrates between his lips, around the nipple he’s still sucking.
“You’ve made me jerk off on your dad’s sofa way too many times. ”
I giggle and lift my hands to the back of his head, holding him in place but also stroking his hair.
“I wore those for you,” I admit. “And I had no reason to reach that high for a glass when there were lower ones. I liked the way you’d watch me, even though you’d pretend to be sleeping.”
He switches nipples. “Little tease.”
I smirk, but it’s short lived when his fingers slip off my chest and drift down between my thighs. The limbs spread obediently without being told, giving him all the space he needs to nudge apart my lips and stroke my clit.
“The way I wanted to get up behind you, push you over the counter and take you from behind. Sink my cock into this tight, little hole...”
His finger emphasizes his need by breaching my entrance. The sting is remarkably less. Even when he adds a second. I welcome him with a lift of my hips.
It’s when he adds a third that I stiffen.
“Shawn...”
His dark head lifts and he peers into my eyes. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. Have to stretch you. Get you ready to take me.” He kisses me lightly. “It won’t be like this next time.”
My knees struggle not to close as he works the channel. I resist the urge to nudge him away. I know he’s right. I know it will pass once the deed is done, but the discomfort has me tearing into my lip and watching his hand.
“That’s it,” he whispers into my jawline. “Let me in. Let me get you ready to take my cock like you’re meant to.”
I like the way he says those things. I like the raw gruffness of his voice, like he’s trying so hard to remain in control.
“Wanted this for so long,” he breathes, moving a little faster. “Too fucking long. Imagined the most fucked up things I wanted to do to your pussy once I had it. Once I had you. The way I’d make sure you never forgot who you belong to.”
“Shawn.”
It’s not pain this time that has me wiggling against him.
He lifts his head and our eyes meet.
“Are you going to cum for me, Chrissy? Your cunt is so wet. You’re going to take every inch of my dick in here. Going to stretch you so fucking wide.”
The filthy words prickle my cheeks with embarrassment, but I’m responding with the madness he’s burning inside me.
“Please. I want it.”
He pushes in deep and grinds his heel against my mound until my back is bowing and my thighs trembling.
“Want what, Chrissy? Tell me what my greedy girl wants.”
I wish he wasn’t looking at me so intently, but I whisper, “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah? In here? In your slippery hole?”
I flush, but nod. “I want you to be my first.”
Shawn gives me a smirk that turns into a hard, cold laugh. “And your last, Chrissy, baby. Every hole you have is mine. You are mine. Morning, noon and night, I’m putting my claim in you. Filling you so fucking full...”
I’m dripping by the time he climbs over me, pushes my legs wider around his hips. I’m panting and begging and his hand is around my throat as he forces my face up to his.
“No condom, Chrissy. Going into your virgin cunt raw.” His head pushes in. Past my ring. We both groan. “Going to give you your first cream pie. Going to pump my seed in you and you will take every drop, won’t you, baby? Tell me to breed you.”
“Breed me, Shawn,” I blurt, lost in the pounding between my legs.
He’s halfway in. I watch him sink deeper and my walls, expanding to take him.
“Look at you taking me,” he growls, breathing hard. “So fucking hungry to get fucked and filled.”
With a snarl, he slams the rest of the way and ... he’s in. He’s inside me. Shawn is inside me.
“You’re inside me,” I squeak, silly because, obviously, but I feel him and see where his pelvis and mine meet.
Shawn groans low and deep. “Sure am, baby. Got your cunt open wide, taking my cock like the greedy girl you are. Wish you could see how fucking hot you look like this. Your tiny hole, stuffed.”
I whine and shudder and the place he’s watching ripples around the steel rod pulsing inside me.
He moves. Slowly at first, letting me adjust. Once I’m moaning and bucking, he drives harder. Faster.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss through my teeth, eyes fixed on the place he’s pumping inside me. That magical piece making my toes curl. “Shawn ... please ... it’s so good.”
The bed rocks with every plunge. I grip his shoulders as he shoves in deep and rolls his hips. The depth alone is enough to make me cry out, but the pressure against my clit has my nails digging into flesh and I sob.
“Like that, baby? Like my cock deep inside you where it belongs?”
I nod wildly as I feel the cliff. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Shawn ... please...”
I don’t know what I’m asking, but he understands when he reaches between our bodies and presses a thumb over my button, and I see stars.
“Look at me, Chrissy. I want to watch you cum for me. I want to see your face when you feel me fill you.”
I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes until he speaks, but I open them and meet his as he lightly rubs my switch and pumps his hips.
“Are you on anything?” he grinds out through his teeth. “Or am I about to put a baby in you?”
Part of me thinks it’s hilarious that he’s asking this close to the finish line, but I nod.
“I’m on the pill.”
It’s not relief when he slams harder. It’s annoyance. And the thought that he’s upset that he can’t put a baby in me sends me over. My body clamps around that beautiful cock and I wail his name.
“Fuck ... fuck!” he snarls, driving so hard I know it should hurt, but my nails claw down his back, close into his flexing ass cheeks. I pull him deeper. “That’s it. That’s it, baby. Milk me. Goddamn it ... so fucking tight.”
His thumb works faster, harder rubbing my clit, prolonging my orgasm until I’m thrashing and screaming and he slams harder.
His cum explodes inside me. Hot, thick jets that I feel hitting my walls. So much, it spills out of me to soak the sheets as he keeps pumping, his cock never softening.
“You’re still hard,” I wheeze.
Shawn smirks. “Because I’m not done using your hot, greedy hole, Chrissy.
I warned you not to let me have your perfect cunt.
But you spread your legs and begged me to breed you.
” Faster than I’m prepared for, he flips me onto my stomach.
My ass is pulled up and he’s back inside me with cruel slowness.
“Going to put so much cum in you, you will slosh when you walk.”