Gods & Monsters(51)
“I know.” He rocks against me and I have no choice but to widen my legs to accommodate him. “Would you let me do that, though? Would you let me fuck you here, even though you know anyone could walk in on us?”
“Wh-what if we locked the door?”
“Nah,” he rumbles, nipping the skin over my collarbone, making me moan. “What’s the fun in that? What’s the fun in loving behind locked doors when we can do it in the open?”
I grab his shoulders, fist his shirt, only I don’t know if I’m bringing him closer or pushing him away. Not that he’s going anywhere. “This couch is really uncomfortable,” I argue, half-heartedly. It’s not, not really.
Abel lowers the straps of my dress; it’s a tight fit, slashing across my shoulder and arm. But he kisses the exposed flesh, making me forget about the slight sting of it.
“Yeah? Would you hate me if I said I don’t care?” He blows a puff of hot air on my breast and nails me with his gaze. “I don’t care, Pixie. I don’t care if the door’s not locked. I don’t care that my childhood friend could walk in on us. All I care about is this.” He squeezes my breast and I arch into him.
He pushes himself to the side, drags my dress up to my waist and flicks his thumb along the edge of my panties. He smiles when he sees the flower, a sunflower today, and I can’t find it in me to be mad at him for making fun.
“So what’s the verdict, baby?” He kisses the pulse on the side of my neck. “Can I fuck you out here?”
I’m sure he can feel my answer before I even say it. Every part of my skin is heated, every atom excited. Even though there’s a nervousness, it’s drowned out by the thrilled drumming of my heart. The thrill of being found out, of being watched.
“Y-yes.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Smirking, he pulls me up so we’re both standing. I’m a little dazed with the lust running in my veins instead of blood. But he takes care of me. He unzips my dress and lowers it, all the while kissing the inches of flesh as it gets exposed. When I’m naked he gently lays me down on the couch that felt coarser and harder a minute before. But now, it feels like where I’m going to give myself to the boy I love.
He makes quick work of his clothes, getting naked in no time. As he fits himself over me, I realize that his body is a kingdom; every detail, every muscle is well thought out. It’s a universe in itself, that covers me from top to bottom.
We meet in the middle for our kiss. Sloppy, wet, disjointed kisses. They are wild and chaotic and messy. But most of all, they’re greedy.
They make me long for things. They make me long for his cock. Inside me. They make me ache even though I know the pain to come is even greater. It’s going to hurt. He’s going to make me bleed, but that’s okay.
I arch my hips and rock against his erection, slicking it up, our limbs slipping with the sweat. Every stroke of his shaft over my sex makes me juicier, wetter, until I’m meeting his thrusts with pushes of my own. Abel curses in my mouth, rolling our foreheads together, and I swallow down his fuck.
“I love you,” I breathe, hoping that somehow my words get dissolved in his bloodstream and he never has to think about being alone or powerless or afraid.
His jaw clenches as the blackness in his eyes glimmers with emotion. He puts his hand on either side of me, raising himself. Sweat makes every corner of his body shine and stand out starkly. I open my legs — as much as I can, given the tight space of the couch — as he kneels between them and lines up his pulsing dick with my pussy.
We both watch where he’s going to be joined with me. I still can’t believe he likes me unshaved and rough. And I can’t believe how much of a turn-on that is.
In a completely filthy move, Abel licks his palm and lubes up his shaft, mixing my juices with his saliva. But I don’t think he’s going to need any lube with the rate my core is going, oozing out sticky cream. I’m staining this couch with my cum.
The tendons of his wrist strain as he nudges my opening with the head of his dick and I forget to breathe, tensing. His gaze collides with mine as he tries to push in again. And again, I tighten up.
Abel growls, as if angry at me. Angry at how small I am. How after years of waiting, I won’t let him in. Irrationally, I think, what if we don’t fit? What if all this longing and angst ends up being for nothing? We’re incompatible in the most natural of ways. How cruel would that be? How cruel would God be if He took away this one thing from us? Maybe He cursed us with overflowing lust only to never have it fulfilled.
But all depressing thoughts vanish when I feel Abel’s thumb playing with my clit. He circles it, once, twice, three times, until I lose count and I’m twisting my hips because it feels so good. I feel my channel turn all creamy and heated, and then comes a sharp pressure, alerting me that Abel has managed to breach it.
I moan. In relief. In pain. Actually, pain has never felt so good. Pain has never made me feel so alive.
My noises are drowned out by Abel’s groan though. It’s raw and horny, similar to his voice. “Ah, it feels so…” He clenches his eyes shut before opening them; they look drunk. “So fucking good.”
The mouth of my hole feels stretched like a rubber band. I shift a little, only a little but Abel grits his teeth, like he can feel that tiny movement echoing right down to his soul. His chest moves with his big breath, almost vibrating. There’s a hum in his throat. God, he loves this. He loves being inside me so much. That in itself makes it worth all the pain, all the tight pressure.