Chapter 63 #2
Each day passed and my frozen insides thawed out, my razor sharp edges smoothed over. I could see a future and, for the first time, it was one that I wanted. I saw a million roads in front of me and I didn’t give a damn which one I ended up on as long as she was my backseat driver.
Each part of her was made up for me—the curve in her spine, the crinkle in her nose when she laughed, laughter which she gave away like it didn’t cost her a damn thing.
She soothed the battered boy inside me and I thanked whatever deity was up there for sending this foul-mouthed angel to fix my fucked up wings.
I swore to them every night when I held her through her terrors that I would keep her safe, always. I would keep her mine.
I awoke in my favourite place on earth. She was still asleep, but her need— the only part of her that didn’t intimidate me — was wide awake and knew what it wanted.
I knew she thought it was always me that fucked her awake, and sometimes it was, but I wondered if she knew how many times it was the other way around.
She was still snuggled tight into my chest. I lay on my side, my nose buried in her hair.
Her leg hitched up around my waist and her lush body gyrated against me, her soft folds nursing the head of my cock.
I plunged deep, watching as her eyes opened and those blues found me, shocked, alive.
Yeah, this was all you, baby, and you don’t even know it.
I rolled, rising over her. She writhed under me. A free creature made from the sweetest parts, the kindest hearts.
‘ I kissed Bradley.’
Lava-like rage poured through my veins. My gaze fell on her rose bud mouth. I growled. She was mine and it was time to teach her that lesson again.
Sunlight rose and faded through the drapes as the hours passed us by.
I gave her water, fed and bathed us both, and then we went back at it.
I moved us to a different room, one where the bed sheets weren’t spoiled by our harsh fucking.
I don’t think she even noticed. In the new room, deep blue sheets enveloped us and she writhed under me once more.
Her eyes flashed open, gazing up at me in that way she had that both feared and challenged me, begging me to stop and daring me to do my worst. I would never get over her.
As long as I lived, I swore I would never fucking get over her.
She reached for me with her mouth. I wanted to refuse her, to punish her for her betrayal, but as always, I was powerless.
How hard I worked to keep that knowledge from her, to keep her from seeing how much power she had over me.
I had been with hundreds of women and after I’d had them it never occurred to me to care what they did next as long as it had nothing to do with me.
Yet this girl, this unassuming, seemingly average girl had taken me down. Had toppled the great Alfie Tell.
Her flesh quivered around me, massaging me, coaxing me deeper.
I loved her sounds. I hit that wall at the back of her and the small squeal she made sent a ripple of pleasure through me, a ripple of pride.
She gazed up at me, her plump bottom lip between her teeth.
She didn’t know what she wanted. My sweet Lo, she never knew what she wanted from me.
So I’d give her everything I had, I’d lay it all out for her and let her cherry pick her favourite parts of me.
“Alfie…” she gasped, her small hands gripping me. It was insane that I should be allowed charge of such a vulnerable creature, with everything I had done. It shouldn’t be legal.
She whimpered again as I teased her further. She needed it. She became such a different creature when I was inside of her. She was pliable, malleable, I could contort her any way I pleased, make her speak any words I wished. Did she know how I restrained myself?
I placed my thumb in her small mouth and she wrapped her lips around it eagerly.
Her hands wrapped around my forearm and wrist as I rode her, her teeth clamped onto my thumb, crying out as I wrung another orgasm out of her.
My Lo was an exhausted beauty. Her wild hair was tangled and knotted, sweat beaded at her hairline and on her chest. Her flesh quivered and twitched around me with orgasmic contractions.
She released my thumb and I admired the bite marks, the tiny indentations of her teeth just above the joint.
I wished she had drawn blood, I wished she had scarred me, scarred me where it would be visible.
My insides were covered with her patterns, her whispered words.
Her newest one was ‘ Hush.’ Just one simple word and she had ended my tirade, yanked off my mask, and given me a safe place to let it hurt.
Inside, I was awash with her internal scarring, but I wanted to wear her like a badge of honour.
See, world? See what I’m worth! That would mean more to me than any wedding ring.
I sank in deep, throwing my head back, relishing in the feel of her clitoris pressed up against me, working further pleasure from those nerves as I rotated my hips. I held her by the waist, keeping her on me, making her take it.
Overwhelmed, she turned her head away and flung her arms over her eyes as if that would keep me out. I pinned her arms above her head and circled my hips again, the tip of my cock massaging that tight ring of muscle that brought her such an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.
I leaned down. “Talk to me, baby.”
Her eyes were wide with child-like confusion. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. I had fucked her brains out. Oh, Lo…
“Don’t stop touching me, I need you to keep touching me.” She reached up and found my mouth, her teeth claiming my lip and pulling me down into her. God, she was incredible. “More.”
I pulled out and flipped her over onto her knees.
She swayed. Her equilibrium was fucked. I envied her.
As a pleasure seeker I had always envied women the infinite pleasure their bodies could endure.
My come count was good, but hers was countless.
Her orgasms crashed into her like relentless waves on an x-rated shore.
I kneed her legs apart and placed her hands on the headboard.
“Don’t let go,” I instructed, and she didn’t.
She held on. Like a good fucking girl. I thrust in hard and her pussy contracted, drenching me.
She pushed back on me and for a moment I let her struggle to fuck herself, but when she whined her annoyance I had to take her.
Her hip in one hand, her hair in my other, I went at her.
She lost herself, threw herself into pleasure with me. Our skin burned, slick with sweat.
We were right on that edge. I had always gone here alone before.
Other women could only go with me so far before they burned out, got scared, got tired, but not Lo.
I could get myself to the pleasure gates, but beyond them had always been a solitary journey, but now she was there already, waiting for me, telling me with a giggle in her talk, ‘ Hurry up, Alfie. I’ve been waiting for you forever! ’
With every orgasm, I regained more ground, she became more mine. Her taste, her touch, she was fucking swarming me and I hated her for it but I also…
You also what, Tell? Do you really think you deserve that? Do you really think she’d say it back?
Those barbs prickled at me so I picked up my pace, plunging deeper into her for comfort.
I wrapped her in my arms, wearing her like armour as I pulled her to me, needing her close.
Her hands fell away from the headboard and gripped my arms. I held one breast, my other hand held her throat, and I bit her, tethering us together and layering another mark on top of the ones already there.
I breathed her in and she filled my senses, her touch going to war with those barbs and winning, like she did every time.
My hips worked like a jack-hammer, pounding against her with a relentless speed. She cried out and her nails dragged down my arms, leaving marks of her own.
I wanted more…
She was moulded for me…
I was in…
In what, Tell? You’re a damned fool.
I growled aloud and she gasped, tensing suddenly. My instincts cried out, flashing a warning sign. I loosened my bite to check her. Her skin wasn’t broken and relief flooded me. I hadn’t hurt her, she was okay.
She trembled and shook, her warm folds begging me for more, reminding me this wasn’t over.
My fingers found her bud and I massaged it with expert precision.
It had had so much attention since last night, was so ultra-sensitive now, that she began to jerk as soon as I touched her.
I gripped her hard, keeping her still so I could work her body as I wanted.
She was so close, I could feel it. She was almost there, almost. She was holding herself back from the precipice, afraid of the intensity of falling again.
“Come, baby.”
“Can’t…”
Can’t? She didn’t have a choice.
Shifting, I placed my hips a little higher, the underside of my shaft massaging her front wall in a far more unavoidable spot. Her moan had an ‘oh shit’ quality to it. She knew she was done for.
I held her as she came, working that bundle of nerves so hard that she forced me out with another burst of fluid. I loved that rush more than she would ever understand.
I licked the exhausted tear that ran down her cheek as she came down.
I cupped her heated cunt as she trembled in my arms, her thighs were slick with her own fluids.
She leaned into me, limp and languid, but I wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.
I slapped her pussy, short and sharp, just to get her attention.
“Come back to me.” I slapped her again, gentler this time, and began lightly patting her clitoris until she began to respond in short, sharp gasps that matched each wet touch on her swollen bud. She pushed back on me, hunting for my cock no matter how exhausted she was.
“That’s it, Lo,” I groaned. I turned her again, laying her back and falling into her once more.
I was nowhere close to finished with her, but she pulled me to her mouth and it was time for my own ‘Oh shit’ moan as she kissed me like only she kissed me.
Just like that, I lost my control. I poured into her, broken by her lips for the second time.
She was so oblivious to her power. She had taken me apart and was putting me back together to form an entirely new man. I wasn’t Alfie Tell anymore. I was Alfie á la Lo. Alfie 2.0. Alfie reloaded. She could make me do anything. She could make me say…
Make you say what, Tell? Do you really think she wants your fucked up heart at her feet?
I nuzzled her soft breasts, groaning as those rusted barbs whipped me again. She guided me to her nipple and I latched on. She tasted of sunlight and sweat. I hadn’t known someone could taste like sunlight, but she did.
Her hands sank into my hair and I relished her touch.
Where was the sense in my feeling for her?
All I knew was that if I could win her it could free me from this guilt-gilded cage I had built for myself.
With that at stake I would do anything to win her.
I would blast all other men out of her mind.
I would erase everything in her head until there was only me.
Until my face was the only one she saw, until my name was the only word she knew.
She would never find pleasure again without me inside her.
I had no choice if I wanted to keep her.
If she saw the outside world, she would realise how much better it was for her than me.
I had to consume her as she had already consumed me.
Lola O’Connell. Lola O’Connell. Lola O’Connell…
If anyone could absolve me of my sins, it was her.
My salvation.
My Lo.
She held me close, her heartbeat rivalling Vivaldi as she tried to regain her equilibrium. Her hips began to grind against me.
“Alfie, it’s not enough. I need…”
“I know, baby.” It wasn’t over. It never would be.
I pushed back in, just to be inside her.
Her legs wrapped around me and she claimed my mouth, tethering us together in her own sweet way as we toppled off the edge of insanity together.
In her arms, in her mouth, in her plush folds… This was my favourite place on earth.