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“Your room is this one.” I turn to my left and point at the double doors that lead into the master bedroom.
“How do you know?” He slurs again as he pushes the doors open, dragging me behind him.
“I clean the house on the weekends for your father.” I stop. “I mean, I used to clean for him.”
He takes in the room and walks over to the large platform bed with a heavy wooden headboard. My hand is still firmly in his grip. The room is decorated in browns, whites and grays. The round sitting area off to the side reminds me of a turret you’d find in a castle. There are two in the house, the first being here in the master, and the other across the house. The second one isn’t decorated but I always imagined it as the perfect art studio because it overlooks the lake and valley in the distance. The house is perfect and a testament to Mr. Bridger’s love for his son and deceased wife. I could never understand why Coal avoided coming back here. I would spend all my time in this house trying to make it a home. It was the only decorating I couldn’t do. How do you make a house a home?
On that thought, I need to get out of here before I think about Coal making this a home with someone else. Or worse, him selling it.
“Okay, so now that you’re in your room and safe, I’ll lock up on my way out.” I try to pull my hand out of his to get away from him. My body has been on fire ever since we walked into the room. I’ve never wanted another person to touch me like I want him to touch me. I can even imagine him touching my scars and not being repulsed by them.
He pulls off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor as he lets go of my hand.
“Strip, pixie.” He demands, and I step back finally feeling the fear I normally do around others.
“I’m not that kind of girl.” My chin tips up as I stare him down, my voice sounding stronger than I feel. “I don’t care what anyone told you, I don’t sleep with random people.”
He steps toward me, or more like stumbles toward me, and I step back again. My heart starts to crumble thinking he thought I was special but instead he just wants a quick fuck.
“Pixie.” His voice is soft, and his eyes slide to the door. I see the instant he worries I’m going to flee. “I don’t want that right now, because the first time my cock slides into your tight pussy, I’m going to be sober and you’re not going to fear me. I just want to sleep with you against me. Please,” he begs, and his words do something to me. My body reacts by causing moisture to gather between my thighs. I’ve never slept, just slept, with anyone. I’ve never done the other kind of sleeping—the sex kind—with anyone either. But just to be held… My aunt wasn’t touchy feely like that. She would hug me, but she never curled up next to me in bed when I had a nightmare or when I would go to her. I swallow the thickness in my mouth as I wonder what it would feel like to just be held.
“Please, pixie.” He moves to unbutton his shirt but instead rips the buttons off. His chest is bare of hair, and his muscles are defined, even the abs. A full six-pack. I want to trace them with my fingers.
“Okay,” I say. It’s just one night. I’m leaving town soon and I’m never going to get this chance again. Not with someone like him, or feeling like I do for him already. I lean down and untie my tennis shoes, and toe them off. I slip my jacket off and set it on a bench against the wall near the dressers. I look down to my hoodie and jeans unsure of how much to take off, so I unbutton my jeans because they won’t be comfortable to sleep in. The room is dim enough he won’t see my scars. I slide the jeans down my legs and bend over slightly when I hear a groan. I spin around to see him standing in only a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. His impressive erection peeks out the top band. He adjusts himself as he stares at me openly. I look down worried he sees something he doesn’t like.
“Fuck, pixie, those sexy panties are going to make me come.”
I look back at him in confusion; I’m wearing plain, white cotton panties. I take in the intricate tattoo climbing up his right arm onto his chest. The skulls and warriors with swords are in black and causes his already muscular arms to stand out more. On his left arm is a military tattoo with what looks like a parachute and an angel. His legs are long and defined with muscles like I’ve never seen. Even his feet are sexy. My breathing increases as I watch him adjust himself again.
“Take off the sweatshirt, Kiera.” His gruff voice breaks me from my perusal of his body.
I slip the ragged sweatshirt off. My white bra with lace around the edges is almost too small to contain my now fuller B size breasts. His eyes take me in, and I’ve never felt sexier in my life. He walks toward me and this time I don’t step back. He stops close to me and lifts his hand out, palm up. I look down at it and slip my hand into his. His fingers lace with mine and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. He’s not going to last much longer by the way he’s swaying on his feet. He drops my hand and runs both his hands into my hair. I’d pulled my hair free after I changed out of my work uniform. His strong fingers rub my scalp as he manipulates my head back. I look up at him and bite my bottom lip.
“I’m going to kiss you, Kiera, and that’s all. Then you’re going to climb into this bed and let me hold you for the night.”
I sigh and nod my head.
He leans down and his lips feather across mine; my eyes slip closed. He pulls away but still right there. I slip my tongue out to taste him, and my eyes flare open wide at the groan that rips from his chest. He slams his lips back onto mine. This time there is nothing soft and gentle about the kiss. It’s demanding, claiming, needy. I moan as the heat from his lips overcomes mine. I open when his tongue presses against my lips. His tongue enters and dominates my mouth, touching every part. He groans as his hands leave my hair and move to my hips to pull me up to him. My feet leave the floor as he stands to his full height. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his hips, and I feel his erection at the juncture of my pussy. The heat of him against the wetness makes me rock against him. More wetness seeps from my body as his hands knead my ass. I moan into his mouth when I feel the bed against my back and him over the top of me. He rocks against me, and I rip my mouth from his as I cry out from the feeling of euphoria overcoming my body. Tingles erupt throughout me. I want more. I need more. Something is happening I’ve never felt before.
“I need…something,” I beg him, unable to describe what it is I need.
“Fuck, pixie. I need to be inside you, but I don’t want to right now. I’m too drunk and don’t want to hurt you.” His hand leaves my ass and slides into my panties. He brushes a finger against me, and I arch my body, needing more. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He circles my clit and the euphoric feelings climb higher and higher. My body tightens like a coil, and when he slips a long finger into me as his thumb continues to rub my clit, I orgasm screaming his name. He removes his hand and presses his still covered cock against me. He throws his head back and groans as I feel moisture between both of us. He rolls off my body and collapses next to me.
“Coal?” I turn and find his eyes are closed. I think he’s just trying to catch his breath but then a loud snore breaks the quiet. “Well, shoot.” I look down both our bodies and see his cum wetting his boxers, and I’m not sure what to do. Do I clean him up? I don’t want to seem like a creeper. I’ve never done this before.
I slip from the bed and go to the attached bathroom where I get a washcloth and clean myself. I walk back out to the bedroom and wonder if I should leave, but I told him I’d stay. So I walk back over to the bed and slip under the covers after I cover him with the blanket folded at the bottom of the bed. I fall asleep pressed against him. His warmth and the softness of the bed comfort me like I’ve never felt before.
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Coal
A soft body presses against mine. A warmth I haven’t felt in a long time seeps into my heart. The smell of soft vanilla overcomes my senses and the image of a green-eyed pixie with long brown hair and a body that sets me on fire fills my head. My eyes flash open and I see the sun starting to rise through the curtains. I pull Kiera in tighter to me as she nestles into me.
The memories of last night flood my mind. What she felt like on my fingers. Her face as she orgasmed. I’d felt the evidence of her virginity as my finger was buried in her. I can’t wait to make her mine. My morning wood presses into her tight ass and I feel the crusty remnants of my orgasm. I extricate myself from her body and look around the room. My bag is downstairs, so I make my way into the adjoining bathroom, where I clean myself, take care of the morning breath, and slip on the large fluffy robe on the back of the door. I walk down the stairs to grab my bag, then head back up to the room. I plan to wake Kiera with my mouth on that virgin pussy of hers, but I find the bed empty.
My eyes flash around the room and I spot her slipping into her jeans as she talks on the phone. Her eyes are staring back at me.
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she says to the person on the other end of the line. She’s going to leave me.
