83. Ambrose—present day
Ambrose—present day
“ O kay,” I breathe out, that thing in my chest racing so hard it feels ready to explode.
I shouldn’t feel sick—I didn’t when touching her—when kissing her earlier. All those feelings faded out when I accepted this is what we had to be.
“Tell me you want me,” she requests, her teeth pressing into the fullness of her bottom lip. Her hands frame my cock, still in my shorts. Her breath kisses me through them, and I twitch, gazing down at her and all the seduction in her eyes.
There’s no rational way of denying I want her.
“I want you.”
Those words guide her down. I watch every move, focusing on her pretty tits and how her arms push them together as she guides me, still in my shorts, into position. I wait for her to drag them down over my hips, but her mouth meets with the material, sucking gently through the cotton.
And it feels… good.
Too fucking good, until my eyes roll, and picture something else. A middle-aged man with a beer-induced gut and white paint on his face.
He isn’t fucking here.
He isn’t fucking touching me.
I open my eyes in time to see Dollie’s soft stare on my very tense body. A gentle rub across my stomach and up my chest encourages me to breathe. She hums something against me, and it sounds something like a song. It calms me.
Linking our fingers, I keep her hand on me.
Her tongue works me through the fabric. My heart hammers beneath her touch, her fingers stretching and retracting in a way that comforts me.
Another hum and a long lick have me feeling some kind of way, and I lift my hips from the bed.
Her free hand moves to my balls, and that gets me moaning out her name.
Another lick, then those perfect full lips wrap around me, suckling up along my shaft through the shorts.
She moves from base to tip, kissing me reverently, to the point that I want to rip my shorts to pieces because they are getting in the way of us.
Her tongue dances around the head, sucking on it until I’m twitching in her fucking mouth.
A low giggle interrupts her song vibrating against the very fucking sensitive spot.
Oh god, I can’t last another fucking minute.
Can’t fucking see straight.
Dollie takes a breath, her mouth leaving me for a second—too many fucking seconds.
My groin stirs instantly, my hand moving to my cock, only to get batted away. Her warm, wet mouth graces my cock again, her hand back on my balls, massaging them in her palm.
It’s too much, I twitch again. That twitch becomes a pulsing in her mouth.
“Dollie, I’m gonna?— ”
Another long, wet lick to the head has me coming in my shorts and seeping down her throat.
I wait for her to tell me that shouldn’t have happened. That I should have pulled out, but she swallows down each drop.
Her hands dip inside my shorts again, nails grazing my overly sensitive skin as she pulls them down my thighs.
I kick out of them as she climbs on top of me, desperate, eager for kisses.
My mouth opens, meeting hers head-on. The salty taste of me creeps onto my tongue, and the voice in my head wakes, alerting me to all my germs.
But I focus on her, on the kiss, on how she rubs the head of my cock, still leaking cum against her wet slit.
“I want you. I want you so much. In this way.”
I nod because she’s waiting for me to agree.
A cry slips from her mouth as she forces in the first inch of me a little too fast.
It feels like I’m about to blow again, my cock still hard even though I just came.
My eyes roll as she sinks down on me another inch, this time slower as she adjusts to my size.
“Slowly.” I hold her hips, preventing anything else. “You could get hurt.”
“You hurt me in the best ways.”
Another inch takes me deeper into her, tight walls almost crushing me.
I scoot up the bed and pull her forward. I don’t really have any fucking clue what I’m doing, but I know what she likes. What kisses make her moan harder. What touches made her wetter.
Moving her hair behind her back, my tongue creeps out, teasing over a pretty pink nipple that I suck into my mouth.
The wetness between her legs leaks down my cock, encouraging me to guide her down and take all of me.
Buried to the hilt inside her, she sucks in a quick, sharp breath. Her back arches, and her lips frantically search for mine. I suck the moan from her mouth, unsure what else I’m actually meant to do.
I feel her smile through our kiss, and her hips begin to rock. More moans escape, leaving both of us as I rise my hips to meet hers on every thrust.
“Like that. Oh, God. Just like that!” she pants, breaking off our kiss to tell me exactly what she likes. Her teeth nip at my lower lip, and my body lines with goosebumps, because apparently, that’s something I like.
I moan right back at her.
With newfound confidence, I let my hands roam over her body. My hips move faster, harder, my cock slamming into her deeper.
Her phone lights up again, catching my attention in my peripheral vision. I can’t pretend to ignore it like I did the last two times.
Reaching over, I press the answer button, then the speaker. Shane’s unattractive face fills the screen.
“No, you can’t answer that!” She’s too late to object.
And the idiot on the line has already heard her voice.
“Lancie.” That voice could make me shrivel up if I wasn’t enjoying pumping into her with hard and long thrusts, so fucking deep, they bury me to the balls inside her.
She cries out in ecstasy.
“What the fuck are you doing?” There’s so much rage in Shane’s voice, but fuck him.
I had to listen to her moan for him.
He can hear her scream for me.
Rolling us over, her pink, messy hair covers the screen camera that faces the ceiling, leaving little to the imagination.
“Whose girl are you?” I ask, in a slightly thicker Irish accent, because I want this fucker to know exactly who she belongs to.
Withdrawing almost all the way out with each thrust, I leave her barely able to answer.
“God, Ambrose. Yours. Always yours.”
Her tight cunt sucks at my shaft. Her pretty nails dig into the scars on my back as I take her harder.
“Are you fucking him right now? Your fucking brother? After what I told you.”
“I’m sorry,” she mouths as I gaze into her eyes, still pumping, now slightly slower to drag this out.
“Don’t be,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
Clasping her hand, I hold them both above her head.
The slower pace is how she likes it. The flush on her cheeks, the way she arches her back, silently asking for my mouth on her pretty tits, the way she moans out my name that little bit louder than before, tells me all I need to know.
There’s another orgasm within reach, too close to do anything but enjoy the rush.
I do all her body asks, kissing over her breasts and moving to every bruise. Every place that fucking cunt of an ex-boyfriend put bruises, I kiss.
“Come for me, Dollie. Come apart for me.”
“You’re nothing but a fucking slut!” Shane yells, those words doing nothing to distract her. “A shit lay, and he’ll be looking for somewhere else to wet his?—”
My lips meet Dollie’s neck, and Shane’s hate is drowned out by her screaming my name.
Her eyes roll in her head as she struggles to stay conscious through her orgasm. Her body tightening around my cock, sets me off. My balls tighten, and I moan with primal satisfaction.
Ropes of cum shoot inside her, filling her and leaking out onto the bed below us. She pulses around me, staring up into my eyes with so much love, I forget that we’re not alone.
“I probably should have told you that I’m not on birth control.”
My eyes widen. She probably should have, but I wouldn’t have done this differently.
The last shot of cum shoots deep into her unprotected pussy, my cock deflating slowly as it ceases to twitch inside her.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Not at all. I love you.”
Her legs hook around my waist, pulling me deeper into her once more. All her happiness shows on her pretty face. “I’ve never done it like that before. I wanted you to have one of my firsts, too.”
I can’t help but smile as I roll us over again, putting her back on top of me. Our combined juices roll down my ass as I slip out of her. I forget about that quickly, as her fingers trace my scars. The same way she did all those years ago, with such a loving touch.
She smooths a hand down my face. “I can’t believe we had sex in Mom and Dad’s bed.”
“Mom and Dad’s dirty bed. It hasn’t been changed in fucking years.”
“It’s okay. We’ll go shower now.”
“Then to the dome?”
“Then to our dome.” She smiles, leans over, and grabs her phone.
She reels back, not expecting to see Shane and his flaring nostrils there, silently seething.
Her image in the little box in the corner showcases her just been fucked hair and pink cheeks. I’m not in view, leaving her to face him by herself. And she does, my brave girl.
“Don’t ever call me again.” She hangs up the phone and finally clicks the block button.
Tossing the phone to the bed as I carry her away from it, she doesn’t give Shane a second thought.
And why would she, when she’s fucking mine.
Dollie
I rest on Ambrose’s chest, huddled between blankets in our dome, joined from round two, where we’d had slow, lazy sex under the moonlight.
We’re both worn out, hardly able to move.
The best night of my life is coming to an end. The sun peeping through the trees in the distance indicates morning will be here soon. Ambrose’s eyes have just rolled closed, and mine start to feel heavy as I breathe in the scent of him.
Something tickles my arm, pulling me away from the perfection that rests behind a layer of makeup that isn’t really there.
My heart races at the sight of brown legs, all eight of them moving over my arm.
My breathing catches, and it takes a second before it restarts, allowing me to chant, “It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.”
The tickling from the legs continues as my eyes open, the spider still there, still walking up my arm.
Ambrose’s hand moves into its path, and with a stretch of its legs, it climbs on him.
Shame coats me, in place of the sweat I’d worked up.
Did I wake him up by seeing things that don’t really exist?
God…
“Are you humoring me?” I ask, that shame weighing me down.
“No.” His body, stiff beneath mine as his arm stretches out, moving the spider away from us.
“But you don’t like spiders, either.”
“I know, but I didn’t want you to be scared. Now, I kinda don’t know what to do with it.”
Leaning across the dome to the ladder, he takes me with him as he shakes his hand. The spider wraps its legs around his finger like it’s holding on for dear life.
A laugh slips through my lips, having never seen anything so funny.
“Ah,” Ambrose hisses. “Don’t be laughing so hard with me inside you.”
“It hurts?”
“Yeah, you’re squeezing me within an inch of my life.”
Maybe I am the awful person he says I’m not, because I laugh again. “And everyone said I was the dramatic one.”
“I will push you off me,” he warns, in a take no shit voice.
“Me or the spider?”
“You, then the spider.” He shakes his hand a little more, leaning closer over the edge. As if the spider knows this, it lets go. “Good. Off you fucking go.”
Relaxing back on soft pillows, he stares up at me. Me, who didn’t get pushed off before the spider. He smiles, looking so handsome, so tired. And he closes his eyes, whispering as he holds me close, “I changed my mind about you. You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Ambrose.”
Green eyes open for a minute.
“I’m sorry I’m so broken.” And that I see stuff that isn’t there. That it cost you and both of our parents your lives.
It’s so hard for me to talk about this right now. Most times, can’t even think of it.
Keeping it from my thoughts is the only way to survive myself.
His arms band tighter, big hands gentle on my back. “You’re not broken, Dollie. It’s just, we’re only whole together.” He gives me three kisses, the first longer than the two that follow. “Now, get some sleep. Lack of it is hard on the mind.”
“Did you lock the doors?”
“I think so.” His hands weave through my hair. “I checked them three times.” He smiles, making light of his own struggles.
And making me love him more by doing so.
“Now, seriously, get some sleep.”