When we pull up to his apartment, he helps me off the bike and carries my bag inside. The place is a one bedroom, with big furniture and a big television. It’s clean but also there’s not much to it.
“It’s not much, but it’s home. And now it’s yours too. Whatever you need, space in the closet, a drawer, anything, just take it. I want you to feel like you belong here.”
I step into his arms and hold on tight. “Thank you. You’re always coming to save me.”
“You saved me first, Buttercup.”
We spend the next little while unpacking the few things I brought. I hang up a couple of shirts in his closet next to his hoodies and jeans. When we’re done he pulls me back into bed, even though it’s the middle of the day. I don’t argue. I just curl up against him, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“We’ll take it slow,” he murmurs, fingers running through my hair. “One day at a time. You’ve got work and school. I’ve got the club. But we’ll make this work. I promise.”
I nod against him. “I’m scared. Everything is changing so fast.”
“I know. But you’re not doing it alone anymore.” He tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him. His eyes are warm and serious. “You’re really important to me, Buttercup. More than I’ve ever told you. I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you feel safe and happy here, with me.”
Something inside me cracks open. I look into his eyes, cup his cheek with my hand, and kiss him deeply. At first it’s sweet and full of everything I’m feeling, but Tiny takes over almost immediately. The kiss turns hot and hungry in minutes. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me closer as he deepens it, tongue stroking mine in a way that makes heat flood through my whole body.
He grips my hips with both hands and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his lap, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. A low, filthy groan rumbles in his chest as I settle against him. I move against him experimentally, rolling my hips, and he moans into my mouth, the sound deep and raw.
“Fuck, Lucy…” he growls against my lips.
That sound undoes me. I pull back just enough to tug my sweater off over my head and drop it on the floor. Tiny’s eyes darken as he takes me in. He leans up immediately, one hand sliding up my back as he kisses me hard, then trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access, gasping when his teeth graze my skin and his tongue soothes the sting.
My hands shake a little as I reach behind me and unsnap my bra. I let it fall away. Tiny’s breath catches. “Goddamn, baby,” he rasps, voice thick with want. “Look at you. So fucking perfect.”
He leans in and captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His other hand palms my breast, thumb teasing the sensitive peak while he works me with his tongue and teeth. I arch into him, fingers threading through his hair, hips grinding down against the hard length of him through our clothes.
He switches to my other breast, sucking harder, one big hand sliding down to grip my ass and guide my movements. The friction is driving me crazy. I can feel how hard he is beneath me, and the thought that I’m the one making him like this only makes me wetter.
Tiny pulls back just enough to look at me, lips swollen, eyes dark. “You’re so wet already, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice dirty and low. “I can feel how hot you are through your jeans. You gonna let me make you feel good, Buttercup?”
I nod desperately. He flips us so I’m on my back, then kisses his way down my body. He peels my jeans and panties off slowly, eyes locked on mine the whole time. When I’m bare beneath him, he groans.
“Fuck, look at this pretty pussy,” he says, voice rough. He spreads my thighs wider and leans in, dragging his tongue through my folds in one long, slow lick. I cry out, hips jerking. He does it again, then focuses on my clit, sucking gently while two thick fingers slide inside me.
I’ve never felt anything like this. The pleasure builds fast and overwhelming. My hands fist in the sheets as he works me with his mouth and fingers, curling them just right, sucking harder when I start to shake.
“That’s it,” he growls against me. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
The orgasm crashes over me hard and sudden. I cry out his name, thighs trembling around his head as waves of pleasure roll through me. He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and whimpering, only then does he kiss his way back up my body and pull me into his arms.
I’m still panting, dazed, when he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“First time?” he asks gently.
I nod, burying my face in his neck, embarrassed and glowing at the same time.
He holds me tighter. “Good. I want all your firsts, Buttercup. Every single one.”
SIXTEEN
TINY
It's beena little over a week since Lucy moved in, and every morning I wake up wondering how the hell I got this lucky. I wake up with her curled up against my chest, her hair all over my pillow and one of her legs thrown over mine. She’s a cuddler, my girl, even in her sleep. I pull her closer, bury my face in her neck, and just breathe her in. She smells like my soap and that sweet lotion she uses. It’s quickly becoming my favorite smell in the world. “Morning, Buttercup,” I murmur against her skin.
I run my hands down her sides, gripping those soft curves before sliding under her shirt. I pluck at her hard nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she arches into my touch. Fuck, I love her big tits and this plush, perfect body. She fits against me like she was built for it, thick thighs, round ass, all that softness driving me insane. I’ve been trying to take it slow for her, but damn if it isn’t killing me.
I kiss and suck at her neck, teeth grazing her skin, and she starts moaning, low and needy, her hips shifting restlessly. That round ass rubs back against my hard cock, grinding like she can’t helpit. I growl against her ear and slide my hand down, cupping her pussy, gliding two thick fingers through her soaked lips.
