Never Far Away (The Never #2)(70)

He used his legs to kick his sweatpants the rest of the way off, and she helped, frantically trying to get his clothes off of him. She was naked except for panties and he decided to leave them in place for now.

“Even after everything we’ve been through, Ella, you still won’t trust me,” he said with an edge to his voice, just slightly masking his growing anger and frustration. “You make everything more difficult when you keep things from me.” He moved down her body placing kisses and small bites along her abdomen. When he reached her belly button he kissed it lightly. His hands gripped her at her waist, his fingers digging in, trying to reign in his aggravation.

“Ah,” she moaned, sounding to be a mixture of pleasure and a bit of pain from his grip, but it was the first sound she’d made since she woke and he viewed it as a triumph. He was going to make her talk, make her tell him. He continued down her belly, stopping at the border of her panties. He used his teeth to pull them down, but only until he could see the top of her mound. She ground her hips up to meet his face and he gave as good as she did, running his nose along her sensitive cleft still covered by her panties.

She whimpered at the contact, sending lightning bolts through his body, straight to his cock which was already straining. His hands slid back up her stomach and each one latched on to her breasts, pulling and palming her nipples, as his nose was still torturing her. He moved to the edge of her panties where her thigh met her hip, placing kisses up the bend in her leg. Kissing and sucking and nipping. She responded with worried groans.

“Tell me what happened,” he said against her most sensitive skin, as he pulled his hands underneath her bottom and bit her through the lacy fabric of her underwear.

“I can’t…” she breathed. Two words. He’d gotten two words from her, but he didn’t like them. He brought her even closer to his mouth, increasing the pressure, kneading her ass with his hands.

“You can and you will,” he demanded. He felt her shudder at his words and knew her restraint was crumbling. He moved to the other side of her, teasing the crease of her other thigh. As much as he was trying to break through her wall of defense against him, he was having a hard time keeping himself from plunging into her. He wanted to feel her damp and warm tightness around him. He wanted to feel close to her, but he wanted her to open up to him first, searching for a different kind of closeness.

He gripped the top of her panties and pulled them down her legs, trailing his mouth and tongue along behind them, his mouth devouring every inch of skin she had to offer. Under his mouth she writhed, pulsated. He could feel her coming apart with every flick of his tongue or press of his lips. He made his way back up to the heat of her core.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Please, Porter, I can’t,” she cried, the sexual frustration evident in the timbre of her voice. He blew along her cleft.

“Oh God, Porter, I can’t lose you. Please, don’t make me tell you,” she cried as she raised her hips up, searching for him, for the connection he was withholding from her.

“If you can’t trust me, then you’ve already lost me,” he said quietly against her thigh. The words rang true with him and he hadn’t realized it until he said them. If she could keep something from him, then she wasn’t fully his. Now, he needed her to confess or else he knew he’d lose her forever, one way or another.

“Please, Baby,” he said pleading with her, nearly begging, as he nipped at the lips of her opening. “Let me in,” he said, his tongue darting out just to tease. Her legs shook and he hoped to God he was whittling away at the wall she’d built in the last few hours, the wall he was sure someone else had helped her put up.

He sat up and brought his hips to press against hers, his cock just barely touching her. He maneuvered into her so that his shaft pressed against her clit, and she used her body to beg him for more. He felt her clit rubbing along the length of him as they used their bodies to torture each other into getting what they wanted, but he was sure he was going to win in the end – he had to. He took the tip of his length and ran it up and down along her slit. He watched her back arch and her mouth part, and moaning with pleasure mixed with fright.

“Promise me,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Anything,” he said, continuing to tease her, now reaching down and swirling his tip around her clit.

“Promise me we’ll be safe, that you won’t let him touch us,” she pleaded.

“Tell me,” he said, looking directly into her eyes, begging her with everything he had in his soul.

“It was Kyle,” she sobbed. Porter stilled. “He told me not to go to the police or he would hurt everyone I cared about.” Her admission was a whisper, but it blared through his body and through his heart. She was trying to protect him, to shield him from what she thought Kyle could do to him.

He sank into her heat in one long stroke and they both moaned at the contact. He collapsed onto her, scooping her up, wrapping his arms around her back underneath her, bringing her as close as possible to him. Her legs wound themselves around his waist, sinking him even father into her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in his ear.

“Me too. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” She pulled away quickly and looked right in his eyes.

“No, you aren’t going to blame yourself for this. We’re done with blame. You can’t hold yourself responsible for him. Just…” She exhaled loudly.