Kissing up her body, I felt every part of her tense from the heightened reaction. She looked absolutely stunning in the post-orgasmic glow.
“Would you rather I fuck you right here right now or would you prefer to be in control?” I whispered as my breath tickled her earlobe, my lips latching onto her lobe, pulling gently.
“Here,” she breathed. Her eyes welled with unshed tears, and I kissed them away, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Her handsfound the button on my pants. I could only imagine the thoughts that danced in her mind as she allowed me to take control of the situation. Her hands shoved my pants down as I locked my lips on hers. My tongue gentle but firm as I wound her soft blonde hair around my fingers, pulling gently as I cradled her body towards mine.
Straddling her, I peppered kisses across her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts as my cock slicked against her wetness. A teasing motion as I watched her body for any signs that this was something she didn’t want. It wasn’t that I thought she was fragile now; she was the most beautiful, brave woman I have ever loved, but I needed her to know I was no harm to her. To let her know she was safe with me and that I would never force myself on her.
Her hips met my dick, catching on her entrance, and her hands wrapped around my back, pulling me inwards. I hissed into our kiss as my cock seated within her warmth. The feeling of her pussy as it clamped down around my dick was something I would never get used to. Our tongues explored each other in a frantic devotion as I slid out of her slowly, pushing back in.
“Fuck,” she moaned, and the feeling was mutual as my teeth latched around her lower lip, my dick pulsing against her as I tried not to blow before I had even started.
Summer was just that captivating. My hands gripped her hair as I rolled my hips into hers with a renewed sense of security. Her pussy fluttered and tightened, sucking my dick in like a whirlpool, and my pace faltered against her.
“You feel so good little firecracker,” I praised as I flexed and rolled my hips. Her breath hitched as her nails dug into my back. Fuck did I love the way her nails raked down my skin. I thrust into her again, a groan of pleasure slipping free from my mouth. The way her hips met mine in time and her moaning into our kiss had me praising and cursing her all the same.
Her head falls back on the bed as my dick feels strangled in a vice. A shudder rolls through her body. My pace begins to falter as I can’t hold out any longer.
“Come with me, Summer.” The strangled plea leaves me breathless as I grip her close to me, gyrating my hips, each thrust leaving her breathless. She’s panting as moans and wails tumble free from her; there’s a moment where I lose all train of thought. The feeling overriding any other brain function, and I come crashing down.
“Ahh —” she wails. Sweat shines against her skin as I feel her quivering against me, out of breath and exhausted. I collapse next to her, my hand tucking a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind her ear.
We lay there staring and panting heavily, both too exhausted for words, just a beautifully broken mess of limbs.
“I can’t go with you,”she whispered, pressing a kiss against my temple. Part of me wanted to open my eyes and fling my arms around her, trapping her in my embrace, but that wasn’t going to happen.
"I don’t have handcuffs this time,” I grumbled, my eyes cracking against the early morning light. She was pulling on her T-shirt, her back turned away. Her scars seemed to reflect against the sun a testimony to how much she’d suffered at the hands of others. After she pulled on her leggings she turned back to me.
“Do me a favor?” Her voice sounded vulnerable and unsure, and I sat up on my elbow.
“Anything.” I confirmed.
“When you make it to New York—” she caught herself, then stood a little straighter. “Just, keep an open mind.”
“I—” There wasn’t anything I could say fast enough as she turned and walked away. I watched her go with restraint, long after I heard the door close behind her and the soft hum of the car as it drove away. Some terrifying thought crept through my mind as if it were the last time I would see her.She’s not coming back.
15
DOG BITES DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT
November 24th
Smoke curled around my nose, tickling it as I banged against the door for the fifth time. I wasn’t against breaking down the door, but I had already been encroaching on getting put in jail for disturbing the peace. This place brought up nastymemories, and I hated even being here. I turned and surveyed the area. The air was thick with the smell of fire, but I didn’t see any signs of bright orange flames. Some rich college kid or something probably just had a bonfire a few hours ago.
I checked the time on my phone before banging against the door again. It was a little after one in the morning; I doubted anyone to actually be asleep though. As my fist came up to bang against the door, it opened.
“Master Mathews, we were not expecting you.” The butler, Marcus, said with a bit of disdain in his voice.
“Where is my father?” I growled out. The man in front of me was as despicable to me as the rest of the fucking servants in this house.
“Senator Jeffery’s not here sir.” He practically spat the ‘sir’ part, and a hearty laugh left me as I gripped his shoulder.
“Listen here Mark, I don’t give a flying fuck what he’s told you to say to me. Either you bring him here, or I will smash your skull on my way in.” I threatened, and there was a pop of my knuckles for show. I didn’t mind dragging the man who claimed to be my father out here, but I promised my firefly I would never come back to this place. This was already breaking a promise.Another sin against someone I love.
“Wait one moment sir,” the weasel squeaked out, and I stood there, my foot in the door, as I waited. I checked my watch at the five-minute mark and pushed open the door to see him walking down the grand staircase. The smell hit me again as I stepped into the foyer. Something damp — stale like air that didn’t move. I looked around the place; not much had changed, but the added security cameras pointed towards one of the side halls was a new addition. My eye caught on my father’s silver hair, his hand casually in his pocket. He walked towards me with confidence, a silky set of PJs on his skin and slippers. He looked like atwisted version ofDaddy Warbucks,and I gritted my teeth as he approached.
“My boy, what do I owe the pleasure?” Jeffery smoothed wrinkles away from his shirt, and I refrained from commenting.
“Where’s Midas?”
