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Chapter Seventeen
~ Mars ~
This wasn’t my room.
Eyes wide, I stared straight ahead. I only had a moment to absorb the sheer lacy curtains and warm white walls, the soft bed and the small body pressed to my back. One moment of peace before the entire horror came back to me.
My breath sucked in, pain crashing through my torso like I’d been sucker punched in the belly with brass knuckles. My head turned into the pillow, tears running down my face. Humiliation and shame burned.
He’d… Oh God, he…
My chest closed up as I cried into the window, trying to stay quiet, just as I had all the years I’d been abused by my mom’s assaults and the two other times Niles had touched me.
“Shh…I’m here. It’ll be okay. You’re safe,” Reba whispered, hugging me. I rolled over and clasped her too me. My wet face buried in her chest. My body heaved with the emotions pouring from me.
“I’m not,” I said. “All this time I thought…I thought I was too big, too strong to be his victim again…”
“They arrested him. You will never be his victim again.” Reba’s vehemence bit through my sorry and allowed her inside my hell.
“When I was seven…again when I was eleven. You have no idea. What it’s like. How horrible.”
“I do,” she whispered into my hair, her fingers stroking over my head. Her other arm hugged around me. She didn’t complain that my embrace must be crushing her. I couldn’t let go. Reba had become my lifeline. At least for the moment, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on tight. I would never let her go. Even if I somehow recovered.
I needed her.
As I held her my body responded, telling me I needed her more than I thought. I had to remind myself I was alive. That I’d survived. In the most precious way to me.
I rolled Reba under me and the bed creaked. Shit, I’d forgotten all the jokes about this squeaky bed and the too thin wall. Getting up, I stripped out of my wrinkles clothes. My cocked bobbed free, hard and desperate to be inside her warmth. Her eyes were pinned to it when I reached out a hand to her.
“What’s going on?” she murmured.
“I need you.”
She glanced at the bed I’d just pulled her out of. I shook my head and led her into the bathroom. Shutting the door, I let her go then headed over to the bathtub. I turned on the faucets then pulled the lever to change the source.
“We’re taking a shower?” she asked when I returned to her and pulled off her shirt.
“No. Thin walls.” I had her stripped in moments and pushed her to her knees on the fluffy throw rug. She reached for my cock, but I shook my head and coerced her down onto all fours. I didn’t know why it had to be this way. It just did. With my hand at the back of Reba’s neck, I urged her head lower.
“Mars,” she gasped.
But all the slow and gentle had escaped me. I grasped her hips and thrust into her, deep and hard. Thank God, this turned her on and she was wet. She moaned and I reached down and covered her mouth.
Her walls clenched around my dick, reacting to my rough treatment. One hand over her lips on clasped on her hip, I fucked her hard and absorbed her muffled cries into my soul. Her body jerked and her head tossed. My hand followed, never letting her cries free.
Her orgasm exploded around me, her come coating me, dripping onto our thighs, but I couldn’t stop. I kept fucking her through the release, until her walls relaxed and then began convulsing again. Her moans grew loader. Tension clawed at my spine. Desperation rode me, driving me, raging at me to fuck her until I collapsed with exhaustion, until I couldn’t feel anything, remember anything, but the feel of her body under me and the squeeze of her pussy around my cock.
Her hand clasped around my wrist and while she cushioned her cheek on her other arm, taking the pummeling drives I couldn’t stop. They rattled both our bodies, but the wildness in me would assuage.
“No sound,” I growled, letting go of the grip on her mouth and grasping her hips with both hands again.
She whimper then nodded and buried her face in her arm. It was no good. I needed to hear her, despite the order I’d just made. I grasped her hair with the hand I’d just release a second ago, yanking her up. She came so far up, only her fingertips remain on the floor, until she reached up and grasped my arm.
I stared at the primal vision of us in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
Her breasts bounced heavily. Her knees were barely on the floor while I pistoned into her with deep shattering thrusts. Her thighs were shiny, coated with her release. A thick droplet rolled down, only to become a splatter with my next drive.
Reba watched us too, her face a mask of lust. Her pussy clenched around me again, seeming even tighter this time and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from exploding into her. I filled her my cum shooting deep into her open womb. Stream after stream pulsed from me in what seemed like a never ending barrage to claim her.
We collapsed forward, my body heavily atop her, crushing her to the floor with my hard cock still inside her. Her walls still pulsed around me, not letting go.
Her body shuddered, shaking with what I eventually realized were sobs as I came to my senses.
Fuck…what had I done?
My face pressed into her neck. “Sunshine…I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, reaching up to knot her fingers in my hair. “It’s good. It’s…if you don’t fuck me like that at least once a week, I might be disappointed.”
I closed my eyed, pushing up on my hands but dropping my forehead to her damp shoulder. It had been wild and wonderful. And I felt…alive. Because of Reba.
