Chapter 14 #2
I stepped out of the underwear, fully intent on having her touch herself for me, but she turned around, climbed onto the mattress, and positioned herself on all fours.
I crossed the room in two steps, took her hips as if I was afraid they would dissolve, and slid my dick along the seam of her ass, fluid dribbling down my shaft and following the path of the prominent veins on full display.
Then, I held my breath and pressed my head against her opening.
Her greedy pussy started to suck me in, and I clenched my jaw so hard, I could have fractured the bone.
She pushed back against me. “Dez, please…”
Sweat sprouted on my forehead as I slid inside her, telling myself to take my time. But as her body swallowed me from tip to root, my vision blurred. My mind went blank. I used my hold on her hips to coax her into taking me as deep as she could, and we both moaned at the same time.
I pulled out and thrust again until her ass was slapping against my pelvis in a sultry, satisfying rhythm.
Goosebumps on her skin tickled my palms, and she sent a slew of unintelligible words toward the ceiling.
Needing more, I cupped her chin, pulled her spine toward my chest, and slid my tongue inside her mouth.
The goal was to give myself a moment to get used to the warm sheath of her body, but then she wrapped her lips around my tongue and sucked.
I sank deeper.
Fucked her harder.
All I wanted to do was explode against her walls each time I pulled out and her pussy sucked me back in, but I never wanted to leave her body.
She broke the kiss and lowered her head, but I gently tangled my fingers in her twists and eased her back toward me.
“Don’t,” I warned. “Don’t put your head down.”
“What’s-wrong-with-that?” she asked, gasping and moaning between each word and driving me out of my damn mind.
“If you want me to pull out, don’t put your head down.”
An unobstructed view of my dick sliding in and out of her, and her pussy wetter than a rainforest, meant I would come the moment her forehead touched the sheets.
“Larke, stop fucking with my head.” I licked her shoulder, reached around and stroked her nipple. “You’re fucking with my mind, making me crazy.”
She squeezed out a laugh. “You were…already crazy.”
I smiled.
She had no clue how wrong she was.
I was something before, but I wasn’t this.
“Come on my dick.” I sucked on her neck, rolling her firm nipple between my fingers. “You’ll be a good girl and come for me, won’t you, Counselor?”
After releasing the sexiest moan I’d ever heard in my life, she plucked herself from my grasp, fell forward onto her palms, and met me stroke for stroke. So much sweat covered our bodies, I had a hard time adjusting my hold on her hip.
Then she lowered her head.
I looked down.
Her pussy swallowed my dick like a fucking monster.
“Dez, yes, yes, yes…”
She cried out, her body going stiff.
At the last possible second, I pulled out, pumped my shaft, and came so hard that I painted her backside in endless streams of pearly white. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe or see straight. I wanted to collapse on top of her, but I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t simply die.
She claimed my mind wasn’t going.
She claimed her pussy wasn’t magic.
Yet, what else could explain why I, with barely any air remaining, opened my mouth to say some shit like, “You’re done with other men, Larke. Fucking done.”
I knew how crazy I sounded. Any sane woman would hightail it out of the studio—except this one. I would chase her to the ends of our burning world.
Love was never supposed to find me.
And this was why.
I visually traced her curves as if my eyes were a sketching pencil. “I’ll get a washcloth, but give me a minute. I want to take you in, just like this, a little bit longer. You are so fucking gorgeous.”
She laughed. “You’re obsessed.”
“And proud of it.”
“Me too, so it’s okay.” She looked over her shoulder. “By the way, come on my belly next time.”
I tipped my ear toward her. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I heard you right.”
“I’m done with other men, right? That’s what you said. So, come on my belly next time. That way, I can watch as you cover me with your cum.”
Blood filled my dick.
And I forgot all about that damn washcloth.
Larke stirred in her sleep, her smaller frame pressed against the wall, a large gap between us on the mattress.
Although the window was open, a heavy heat clung to the air, signaling that summer was fast approaching.
Droplets of sweat created a freckled pattern on her skin, the beads coming together to form rivulets.
The damp hair not encased in a twist created curly patterns on her forehead.
I was sure my big body didn’t help matters.
I was drenched myself, and we both ran warm, though Larke’s warmth was far from the furnace-level heat my body tended to give off.
“Babe, I need to get you that fan,” I said, slinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Once summertime comes around, I won’t have you sleeping in this. Maybe we should head farther north? Cross over into Canada? I’ve been thinking about where we should go.”
I searched for my underwear in the dark and pulled them on, making a mental note to leave more than one change of clothing at Juniper.
Then I went to the bathroom, grabbed a small towel, and returned to dry her off as best as I could.
With my body gone, I knew the blast of wind that burst through the window had to feel refreshing as it moved over her wet skin.
I wouldn’t leave the unit.
Like hell, would I leave.
But I could curl up on the couch—somehow—or spread out on the floor. That way, she would be able to revel in the unobstructed air flow.
“Once we’re on our own, you’ll have to teach me how to do these.” I curled a twist around my finger. “I think the ends would mess me up more than anything, though. There’s no braid or rubber band,” I leaned closer, “so I’m not sure how they stay locked in like that.”
She turned her head, and I used the opportunity to kiss her cheek and dab the sweat from the other side of her face.
“Honestly, I’m struggling with something,” I continued.
“I want to leave Totten. I really do. But then, on nights like tonight, if we’re out there…
how would I keep you cool? I can keep you safe, yeah, but what about comfortable?
Do I take you away from this and put you in an environment where you have to worry about enemies attacking from all sides? Isn’t that selfish?”
I dried the sweat collecting on her neck, but it was futile.
The minute I removed the towel, more moisture formed.
Totten had the capacity to supply electricity to all of the buildings throughout the night, but only Woodhaven was spared a power curfew.
Juniper was allowed to use the electricity until midnight, but on nights like these, it wasn’t enough.
It appeared that even spring had left with the fall of humanity.
“Do you remember Gimli?” Thankfully, Larke was in a deep sleep, and I needed her to be as I was about to give this woman more corn than had ever been produced in Iowa.
“He’s one of the dwarves in The Lord of the Rings.
The warrior one, super strong. But it’s okay if you don’t remember.
I’m just happy you managed to stay awake while I read it to you. ”
Needing a moment to motivate myself for what I would say next, I kissed her damp temple, cheek, and the line of her jaw.
“Before I hit my growth spurt, a lot of people underestimated me because of my size, just like Gimli. Obviously, genetics corrected that.” I flexed the fingers on my left hand.
“But I still have some of that insecurity inside me, I think. I never want to not measure up for you. You make me fight harder to do whatever I need to do to make you happy. And I’m not ashamed to say that my world revolves around you, around keeping you safe.
I’m actually kind of proud of it, honestly.
I get the pleasure of protecting a woman like you.
Then the fact that you love me? It blows my fucking mind. ”
I kissed the dip between her shoulder blades. At the moment, I was kissing her for my own benefit. In a second, I would kiss her in hopes of waking her up and finding home between her legs.
“I’ve never had that,” I whispered, my lips grazing her skin.
“Yeah, I have Mae and my brothers, but that’s different.
They’re family. But Larke, you saw something inside me that made you go, ‘Yep, he’s who I want,’ and I don’t have the words for what that does to me, how it makes me feel.
At one point in my life, nobody wanted me.
Now, I’m here with someone who wants me above all others. Somebody who chose me.”
She sighed with a roll of her hips.
My dick went from standby to semi-erect.
But then she settled, breathing deeply, gripping and releasing the thin sheet covering the mattress.
“Larke, I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
I went to continue my trail of kisses—I knew where my lips and tongue needed to be to wake her up—but something slid outside the front door.
I raised my head.
The sliding noise sounded again, and a ping followed, like metal striking metal, punctuated by a low groan. Then what appeared to be the rustle of a key fiddling near a lock came next.
Oh, good.
One of them found the key.
Took them long enough.
I gave Larke’s hip a reassuring squeeze, walked over to detach a knife from my uniform vest, and waited by the door.
The handle turned.
The door pushed in.
A head appeared.
I grabbed the intruder by the hair, dragged them inside, and shoved the blade through the narrow notch just above the clavicle and right below the subclavian artery. It wasn’t intended to be a lethal blow—for now—but I knew, from experience, that it hurt like hell.
“Cerner, why the fuck are you breaking into Tapley’s place in the middle of the night?” I asked, my voice low and steady.