Twenty #2
Oh, she did not just say that. Hell no. Does she think it wasn’t working?
“Sunshine, my cock has never not worked. Why the fuck would you think it was broken?” I ask her, mortified that she’s questioning my manhood.
“For the last fourteen days, I’ve woken up to that being buried deep inside me. I thought maybe you had a little problem or something this morning?” She shrugs.
Is she fucking kidding me right now? I look around the room in search of the hidden cameras, not seeing any.
“Babe, I tore myself away from you this morning because I didn’t want to get caught up in bed all day. It’s Christmas Eve and we have shit to do today. It has absolutely nothing to do with my manhood not working.”
“Oh, okay,” she says like that’s the end of this conversation.
Ah, hell no. Crawling up the bed, I straddle her legs.
“I’m more than happy to show you just how not broken he is. Name the place and time and I’m there,” I tell her, leaving the ball in her court.
She looks from me to her cup of coffee, back and forth, like she’s trying to decide. Please god, do not let me lose out to a fucking cup of coffee right now. Finally, she sets the cup down on the table, reaches up and pulls my face down to hers, slamming our lips together.
Home. That’s what this kiss feels like; it feels like returning home after a long absence.
“How about right now?” she asks, raising her eyebrow. Well, she doesn’t have to ask me twice. I do, however, look carefully at her face, reading her expression.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she says.
I make quick work of removing her shirt—well, my shirt that she’s been sleeping in. Cupping her breast in my hands, I lean down. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I audibly groan.
“Mmm, I missed these beauties,” I say as I show the other breast just how much I missed it by sucking, nibbling and biting at it.
Alyssa laughs. “It’s only been four hours since you last saw them.”
Looking up at her, I respond, “Babe, ten minutes without seeing these beauties is ten minutes too fucking long.”
Tilting my head back down, I get back to work, worshiping the fuck out of her breasts.
Alyssa is making the most beautiful sounds, moaning, shivering and squirming beneath me.
“I’d love to take this slow, babe, but I can’t hold out. I need to be inside you now—it will be rough and quick. But I swear I’ll make it up to you later.”
Holding the sides of her lace panties between my hands, I rip, tearing them from her body. She gasps and arches her body while I trail my finger between the lips of her pussy, making sure she is ready for me. I’m pleased as fuck to find her pussy wet and weeping for me.
“Look how wet you are, sunshine. Is this pussy starving for my cock? Has she missed him?”
I feel a gush of wetness escape her as she takes in my dirty words. I settle between her legs, lining my cock up to her entrance.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“Oh god, Zac. Hurry up already and put that in me!” she exclaims.
Slamming into her, I still. Fuck. I’m really not going to last long. This feels too fucking good. I move slowly, thrusting in and out in careful, precise, slow motions. It’s not helping. I can feel my orgasm building. Reaching between our bodies, I rub my finger in circles around her clit
“I need you to come for me, sunshine. Come now!” I demand.
She doesn’t disappoint. She comes hard, screaming out my name. Her pussy clamps down around my cock, milking me for all that I have to give. Falling onto the bed next to her, I pull her into my arms. We’re both a sweaty mess, both breathing heavily, sucking in air, attempting to catch our breaths.
Alyssa’s breathing slows, her body relaxing into mine. “You okay?” I ask her.
“Mhmm, never been better. God, I love when we do that.”
“Yep, you and me both, babe, but what I love most is this, just lying here, holding onto my girl with a feeling of bliss.”
“Zac.” Alyssa’s voice is quiet. She tilts her head up so she looks at me.
“Yeah, babe?”
She’s pensive for a while before speaking again. “I know I haven’t been the easiest person to live with these past few weeks. But I want you to know that I’m really trying.”
Her voice breaks a little. I’m about to say something when she continues, “I am trying. But the images, they keep playing in my mind. I’m not scared of her, you know, Caitlyn.
I’m scared that she will succeed. That you are going to finally have had enough and leave me.
I don’t know if I can survive that kind of loss, you know? ”
“Sunshine, there is nothing anybody, and I mean fucking anybody, can do to make me leave you. I will stay in this apartment for as long as you need me to be with you. Until you’re ready to go back out to the world.
Until then, I’m happy staying here with you.
” Kissing the top of her head, I continue, “Always have tomorrow together, right?”
I don’t know how else to reassure her I’m not going anywhere. Hopefully, tomorrow she will get the picture that I’m in this forever.
“Always,” she whispers. “It’s not just the Caitlyn stuff. It’s the holidays.”
“What about the holidays?” I ask her.
“Well, I’ve never really had a good relationship with Christmas before. I’ve never had a family to celebrate with, to exchange gifts with. I mean, ever since I met Sarah in college, she has taken me home to her family every Christmas. But it’s not the same. I’ve always just felt like an outsider.”
Shit, why did I not think of this before?
Of course she hasn’t had a real fucking Christmas.
“Well, you have a family now. And you just might question the sanity of the family you’ve joined when tomorrow morning you’re woken to the screams of Bray carrying on like a child.
Because I can promise you that is exactly what’s going to happen. ”
She lets a small giggle escape. Good, if Bray being his usual idiot self will get a laugh out of her, then I’ll make sure he amps it up more than usual tomorrow.
“Thank you. For everything, for being you. For not leaving me alone the last few weeks.” She leans up and kisses me. I need to get her back to a better mood, back to happier thoughts.
“So, it’s Christmas Eve, babe. I’ve got an early Christmas present for you.”
She sits up, eyes wide, and then they turn watery.
Shit, I fucked up. What the fuck did I say? “What’s wrong?” I ask as I rub her arms.
“Your present, I didn’t get to make your present the way I wanted to.
I mean, I got part of it done that day you went into the club and Sarah and her friend came over.
But it’s not very good, and it’s not what I wanted to give you,” she says with tears running down her face.
“I… I don’t have anything else to give you. ”
That’s what she’s upset about? Jesus.
“Babe, the only thing I need from you is you. If you want to gift me something, I have an idea of what you can give me.” An idea starts to build in my head.
“What is it? Anything, I will do my best to get it today,” she says eagerly.
I laugh and get up before she can reach out and slap me. “Your gift to me will be your acceptance of any and all gifts I give you over the next two days, without argument.” I raise my eyebrows at her, waiting for her to respond.
She stands up, completely naked, as she saunters over to me. Leaning up, she kisses me on the lips. “Okay, but—”
Before she can add a but, I place a finger over her lips, stopping her sentence. “No buts. All I want to hear is: thanks Zac, or yes. Now get dressed. I need to take you downstairs to give you your first gift.”
I head into the walk-in wardrobe, of which I have now designated half the space for Alyssa’s things. Not that she has a whole lot yet, but that’s about to change tomorrow when she wakes up to see it full.
I had Reilly sworn to secrecy and handed over my credit card to her to replace all of Alyssa’s clothing, shoes, and bags that were destroyed.
Not that Reilly complained one bit about doing that shopping.
I’ve seen the bank statements from her shopping trips.
I know she hasn’t skimped out. She’s going to be in here tonight to set it all up with Holly and Sarah.
I just have to keep Alyssa occupied in the home gym.
Alyssa comes out of the bathroom, and I swear every time I see her, she takes my breath away. Even now, she’s wearing yoga pants and one of my shirts, but she still steals my breath with how beautiful she is.
Smiling, I hold out my hand. “Ready?”
Taking my hand, she smiles, a little sceptical at what I’m about to give her. “As I’ll ever be,” she says, following me out to the elevator.