Chapter 35 #2
“Don’t collapse yet, heathen. I’m not done with you,” I said roughly, biting her earlobe until she shuddered, and I yanked down my shorts and boxers. My cock slapped her ass, flushed red and drooling from the tip.
“What? Here—” Selena started.
I clamped a hand over her mouth. There was the sound of someone talking, muffled, but close. It had to be someone in a different store, or maybe in the alley behind us. They wouldn’t be able to see us, but they’d hear us if we were too loud.
“I’m not going to fuck you here, sweetheart, in this dirty alley.
I don’t want a single body part of yours to touch anything here,” I told her in a whisper, my hand still over her mouth.
“But if I don’t come in close proximity to you, I might die from lack of blood to the head.
Nod if I have permission to do that and make you come again at the same time. ”
She was still for a moment and then very slowly nodded. Heat surged through me, precum leaking wildly from my cock. I bent her forward a little, still holding her mouth so no one could hear us, and eased my cock in the tight little gap between her strong inner thighs.
Her muscles clutched at me. I bent my legs to angle slightly upward, so when I thrust, my cock rubbed right along her slit. I pushed forward, making sure to catch her clit with the head of my cock.
She was so wet it coated my cock, making the exquisite tightness between her thighs even better.
Her cunt was so hot, and I couldn’t stop thinking how easy it would be to sink inside her.
I wouldn’t, since I’d told her I wouldn’t, but what shocked me was that I even wanted to.
Since I was fifteen, my father had drilled into me the dangers of coming inside a woman.
How it could fuck up rich men’s lives, how they’d be targeted for surprise pregnancies, or even just accused of being the father of a kid regardless of whether you really were or not.
It was all bullshit, I realized now, as I tortured myself by fucking so close to Selena’s cunt but not inside it.
I’d gone along with my father’s ridiculous fears not because I’d believed him, but because I’d never been that bothered. Getting off was getting off. I didn’t care beyond that. A necessary bodily function like blinking or breathing. If I had to take care of the urge myself, then so be it.
But this woman—this woman was different. I wanted to push deep inside her and watch her expressions. I wanted to see what it was like when we were joined. I wanted to come inside her, and fill her up with my cum. I wanted to stamp my name inside her cunt so no one else would dare touch it.
My thoughts were alien to me. Wild, and reckless, and out of control. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it was immediately addictive.
I felt more alive right now than I had in years.
Selena moaned against my hand, and I took my fingers away.
“Brody, I’m going to come again,” she whispered, sounding shocked by the fact.
“Wait for me, I’m so fucking close,” I told her.
I thrust on her again, and again. She sucked my fingers, rubbing her hot tongue over the tips.
It broke me.
My spine tingled, my balls drew up, and I was coming. I kept thrusting as I came, coating the insides of her thighs and her slit with my cum. She shook, biting down on my fingers, and I reached around her and rubbed her clit ruthlessly, my cum making all the lube we could ever need.
Our joined, harsh breaths fogged the air. Slowly, I pulled myself from her. Her tight thighs had practically cleaned off any residue from my spent cock.
I tucked myself into my shorts, yanking them up quickly, before helping Selena to turn around. Since her workout pants were tight around her knees, she had to hop to manage it.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” I murmured, gaze riveted to the sight of my creamy spend across her mound, caught in the caramel curls and rubbed into the skin of her thighs like expensive oils. “What a mess.”
“Yeah, your mess,” she panted softly.
I nodded. I ran my hands through the leftovers, my finger stopping when I felt an unexpected ridge. I bent to get a better look.
“Don’t,” she said quickly, but it was too late.
Perfect little rows of straight, white scar tissue marched down her inner thighs.
Her most hidden places, decorated with the tally of her days of suffering.
Something cold inside me cracked at the sight of all those scars.
Now, they glistened with my cum smeared across them.
I moved my hand more purposefully over them, rubbing the spend in, cleaning her up.
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
Selena waited for me to speak. Nerves danced in her eyes. I didn’t want this girl to ever feel scared again. She’d faced enough darkness, that much was clear.
“What is?” she asked.
“You. Every single inch.” I straightened and raised her leggings, and her panties with them. I settled them into place and enjoyed the thought that under her clothes, she smelled like me.
“Hardly,” Selena muttered tartly.
But I could see that my words had reached her.
“Don’t argue with me, heathen. I’m a connoisseur, remember?”
I took her chin when she refused to look at me and waited until her eyes met mine. Then I tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Let’s go and finish breakfast, before eating an éclair like you did gets you in even more trouble.”
Selena went upstairs for a shower, and it took every single inch of my self-control not to join her. The reason for my restraint walked into the kitchen just as I was making up two protein shakes at the counter.
“Good morning,” Abby said, smiling. She was all dressed up, and it was early in the morning. That could only mean one thing.
“Morning,” I responded shortly.
“Two protein shakes? Isn’t that a bit much? Is one for me?” she asked.
“For Selena. We just finished working out.” A visceral memory of our “workout” around the back of the bakery hit me and sent blood rushing to my cock.
Had she taken those panties off yet? The ones holding my cum?
I sipped my protein shake and tried to calculate my odds of convincing her to wear them the rest of the day. Slim, but not impossible.
“Oh, really?” Abby raised an eyebrow at me. “I admit I’m surprised how easily you and your brother have adapted to having another person living here with you. I’d have thought it would be an incredible burden.”
“Yeah, well, a little feminine energy in a house of three men is pretty welcome,” I told her flatly. “It’s been a long, long time.”
She sighed and turned away from me. “I’m not sure how much feminine energy she brings to the table. She seems like a tomboy to me. She certainly doesn’t look very womanly.”
“And what does a woman look like, from your narrow, restricted worldview?” I leaned on the island and watched my mother flutter around, picking up her things and putting them into a handbag. My instincts were right on the money. She was getting ready to leave.
“Well, skirts, brushed hair, clothes that come within three sizes of fitting would be a start. Is she trying to camouflage herself as a bag of rags? You can’t even make out her body under all that excess material.”
“Maybe it’s not just her physical body that makes her feminine,” I pointed out.
My mother turned to me and scoffed. “You sound ridiculous.”
“No, he doesn’t,” Cal cut in. He walked into the kitchen, his Hellions bag over his shoulder.
Abby rolled her eyes and then shook her head. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re both here. I’m going to be heading off, since this side trip has already taken longer than I allowed. I stayed for your game, after all,” she reminded Cal. “And it was very good hockey playing.”
He nodded, his face unreadable. I had to turn away to hide my smile at my mother’s feedback. Considering she’d spent most of the game looking at her phone, frowning at people around her, and shivering theatrically, it was about the most feedback she could possibly give.
“It was good to see you both, even if you didn’t really need me at all.” She sniffed.
I caught Cal’s eye. He looked more tortured than usual. I knew how it tore him up to be cold to our mother, despite all she’d done, or failed to do.
I put down my drink and stood.
“Thanks for coming, Mum,” I said and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
She looked up at me, surprised and touched.
I squeezed her to me. She was so small, really.
“Get over here,” I called to Cal.
He followed my order, opening his arms to hug Abby’s other side.
And then, we were just two boys, hugging their mother, all the broken promises and disappointments of a lifetime piled to the side. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough.
“Message me when you get to where you’re going, okay?” I said to her.
She nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. It was odd to see her emotionally affected. She had always seemed so cool and aloof. Maybe old age was softening her. One thing I knew was that she was one of the only people left in the world who could remember Emily like I did.
“Okay, okay. Enough crying,” she grumbled. “My Botox hasn’t settled, and it’ll go wonky.”
Ten minutes later, we watched her car pull away from the house and down the long winding drive.
“We’ll, there’s our visit for the year with Mother dearest,” I said to Cal.
He nodded and then turned to me. “Why was Marcus talking about a party here tomorrow?”
Crap. The party.
“Right, I promised to hold a party here. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
Cal pulled a face and then checked his watch.
“Shit, we’re late for practice.”