Cyrus: Swamp Heads (4 page)

“That’s it,
Ma Poupée
. Feel that? That’s just the beginning, I’m going to make you feel so good. Hold on.”

I need to do this differently. Hell, I
should
have done this differently. If she’d only told me… nah, that shit doesn’t matter or help now anyway. I need to lay her down so I can watch myself pump into her and stroke her clit. I want to give her the pleasure she deserves.

Passing the couch without a second thought I make my way to the bedroom. Gently laying her down and sliding out, I decide to change things up.

She moves to the middle of the bed and I crawl my way over to her. She is clearly avoiding my eyes and I have to nip that in the bud. Grabbing both of her legs, I part them slowly.

“Eyes on me. You better keep them there and burn that into your mind. I’m the one who’s giving your body what you need. Yes?”

She looks at me and I see her body visibly shiver. God, I love the way she responds to me. My fingers stroke her swollen pussy as I look down at my dick. I see a faint trace of red. Blood. Yeah, most definitely a virgin.

I could have prevented the pain I just put her through and yet it fills my chest with gratification to know she’s all mine. No one has been where I’ve been or experienced what I have. That, right there, makes me want to kiss the hurt and make it better.

Leaning down, I cover her clit with my mouth, gently sucking while I flip the little bud with my tongue. She starts to wiggle and I move my hand over her belly to keep her in place. Letting go of her sweet tasting pussy, I raise my head and let my hand tug on her clothes. “Off. I need to see and touch.”

Her fingers fumble for a few moments as she rushes to strip. The moment her tits are revealed to me; I lift myself up completely. Effin sweet mother.... The most beautiful, firm rounds with puckered nipples, just begging for my touch.  I slide both hands up over them when I feel her tense. I need to reign myself in before I squeeze the shit out of those damn fine tits. Judging from the way she stiffened up, I need to be soft and gentle.  I’ll have to save the desire to pinch or bite those nipples even though they are begging me to do just that.
Next time
.

My mouth covers one of those firm nipples while I gently let my hand pet her soft skin, sliding up and down the side of her body. On the third stroke, my fingers find her sweet pussy. Just like before, it calls to me and I can’t take it a second longer. I need to be inside her; it’s a calling I cannot deny. Taking just a moment to rip off the rest of my clothes, I settle back in between those silky legs.

I grab my dick and slide back and forth through her folds, gently teasing, building anticipation. She inches forward with her hips, like she’s begging me to fill her up and expecting me to slide home with every pass. She’s perfect. Still holding my dick in hand, I tap it down a few times on her clit. Her body shakes as she moans, “Please.”

That’s it. With the next sweep I slide back inside with ease. She’s so wet and ready for me. Anticipating what’s to come, she groans out in pleasure and lifts her body up to wrap her arms around me. As her hands slide down to my ass, her nails dig in. It’s like she’s trying to decide the rhythm, except that’s mine to determine. I’m in charge and she’s along for the ride. The ride I want,
need
, to give her.

Inching back, her hands fall away from my body. I might sound like a selfish
connard
, but with sex, I need to be in full control. Reaching out I grasp her wrists and place them above her head.

“Keep them there.” I growl.

The fierceness in her eyes flash before her words. “I want to touch too, you’re not...”

“I” Hard pump inside. “Am.” Slide out. “In” Hips forward, grinding deep. “Charge.” I’m almost completely back out with just the head of my dick still surrounded in her slick hot pussy. Our eyes lock.

“Yes.” She breathes in longing.

I let myself drop forward and balance on one elbow as I raise my knees so her legs fall over them. Pumping in and out of her with such a force I have to grab her shoulder with my other hand to keep her in place.

Her head falls back and I feel her walls tighten, she’s close. I slow my pace slightly while I let my hand trace down her gorgeous body to find her clit. Circling around the charged nerve until I press down and she lights up and screams my name.

The vision before me and the sounds bouncing off the walls have my balls tightening. Pulses flowing with force through my dick and my cum fills the condom. Effin hell. Best sex ever. My mind just got reformatted and the only thing on it is this woman underneath me. No one else will ever come close to the intense connection we just shared.

I hope to hell she feels the same way, ‘cause I’m not letting her go. Ever.

***Bertie***

I watch as Cyrus leaves the bed and heads into the bathroom. I’m sure he’s taking care of the condom and maybe showering? Feeling a bit uncomfortable and very exposed, I try to cover myself with the sheet.

“Don’t. Don’t ever cover yourself up from me.” There’s that demanding voice again.

I drop the sheet as he stalks his way toward the bed. He’s holding a washcloth in his hand and reaches between my legs. I close them as a reflex and scoot back, unsure of what his intensions are.

“Open those legs so I can clean you up,
Ma Poupée
.” His voice is tender, caring.

Just like the soft way he cleans between my legs. He walks back into the bathroom to dispense the cloth. Coming back into the room he climbs into the bed with me and tucks his arm around my waist to pull me against his body.

His other hand slides over my hips and down to my thigh. Grabbing hold, he drapes one of my legs over his, still stroking up and down.

My hand slide over his chest. Only now do I realize he’s is covered in tattoos.  They are quite literally all over his body. Annnnd he definitely works out judging by the amount of definition this man has. And oh, why didn’t I see this sooner? His nipples are pierced. Huh. Sure didn’t see that coming when he showed up at my Pa’s house earlier. I mean between the suit and the car, one would not expect the man underneath.  Looks can be deceiving.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His question is a soft breath against my hair.

I freeze because I don’t know how to answer that. He could mean anything…

“You should have told me I’d be your first so I could have handled it differently. None of that makes a difference now, but you sure as hell are going to tell me things straight up from now on, clear?” His voice isn’t angry or demanding. For some reason it sounds caring.

Pushing myself up and away from his body, I stare him in the face. “Look, it’s not like we’re married from now on okay. We had sex, that’s it.”

I don’t have the time to expand on my thought because I’m lying on my back the next second with his face inches from mine. “That’s
not
it. And I don’t effin care what you think. We had sex… I invented that line, and that line will never come from your mouth again. We had sex… You made me lose my effin mind.”

Gah! Such a frustrating and intense man. Besides, I don’t even know what the hell he means by all of this.

“So now what? You want to do it again? Go steady? Find your mind and leave? What?”

His tongue traces the seam of my lips. “Anything but leave you.”

I feel the same way; this feels so right. Except… my mind wants me to fight him with everything I’ve got. Like it’s telling me, ‘Where’s the challenge if you just roll over and play dead.’ Gators do that shit and wait their chance before a death roll.

“Yeah, sounds like you most definitely lost your mind.” My voice carries a hint of boredom.

“I’m not giving you an option. You’re mine, I’ve got you now and as I mentioned before… I’m not letting go.” Still towering over me and pinning me to the bed with his body.

Like I said… my mind wants a fight, a challenge. My body agrees. Before he knows what’s happening, he’s on his back and I’m the one towering over him.

Instead of the fight I expected to see in his eyes, they’re filled with appreciation. “Where did you learn to do that?”

I roll my eyes at the question. “You seem to forget I handle gators every day. That’s a lot of dead weight and moves to handle, so you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Feeling his muscles tighten, I anticipate his move and keep him pinned. “Not the one in charge right now.” I give him a wink and now I do see the fight in his gaze.

“I never give up dominance in bed,
Ma Poupée
. But right now…my dick is jumping to follow your orders. Except,”

He stops speaking when I shake my head slowly with a lazy smile, “Except, that would never happen. That’s what you’re trying to tell me?”

Now he mimics my head motions and replies, “No. What I was going to say was… Except we can’t do that right now because you’re going to be sore as it is right now. If I were to take you the way I want, I won’t be able to take you tomorrow or the day after.” He lifts his head to swipe his tongue over my lips. “And that… would be a shame.”

He might be right about that since I can still feel him inside of me. “Missed opportunity, right there mister.”

I jump off the bed before he can reach out to grab me and make my way to the bathroom. Just to be sure, I lock the door to have a moment alone to shower. The last few hours have been quite overwhelming. Listening for a moment and not hearing the door or him making noise, I feel at ease that he’s giving me the space I need right now.

And seriously, this shower is incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of having water so hot or with such great water pressure. It comes out in large drops, like it’s simulating a natural rain spray. I could stay right here for hours.

My fingers look like raisins by the time I step out of the shower. Patting myself dry with the softest towel I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing, I wrap it around me and hate the fact that I’m clean and yet don’t have a fresh set of clothes. I am glad to see a brush on the counter. I can at least unravel the mess that’s called my hair. Making my way out of the bedroom, I see a knee length denim dress on the bed directly under a black lace lingerie set.

I never wear dresses. In fact, I don’t even think I own one. If it would have been any other fabric then denim, I would have left it. Except now, it’s got my name written all over it.

I drop the towel and reach for the lace bra, surprised to see it’s my size. It fits so perfectly and the lace boy shorts feel so soft and decadent. Grabbing the dress, I unbutton it from top to bottom and slide my arms through the sleeveless holes. Buttoning up, I leave the top two unbuttoned. Looking down I see my cowboy-boots and a set of black heels. Yeah, that choice isn’t a hard one to make.

When I’ve pulled on my boots, I admire myself in the long mirror next to the bed. Feeling a little uneasy, I look around the room for my snapback. Seconds before Cyrus’s arms wrap around me, I feel him. Tucking his face between my shoulder and my neck, Cyrus pulls me into his body.

“You look and smell amazing.” His tone of voice and breath rolling over my skin sends shivers throughout my body.

Leaning back against him, I let my head tilt to the side. “Do you know where my snapback is?”

He feathers kisses along my neck while he mumbles, “Yeah, but you’re not getting it.”

His hand slides from my waist to my boob and squeezes, not in a painful way but highly sensual, making me crave more. A moan slips from my throat and his hands instantly move away from my body. Taking a step back, our eyes lock in the mirror.

“We’re going out to dinner, if I keep touching you we won’t make it and…”

Taking a deep breath, I take the liberty to finish his sentence for him, “and we can’t have sex again.”

“We can, except not right now.” He literally growls out the words.

Turning, I sidestep around him. Looking back, I see he’s wearing his dress pants but the belt is loose. No shirt and bare feet complete the look.

“So I can’t wear my snapback but you can go out to dinner like that?”

My index finger goes up and down in front of me.

One eyebrow raises, along with the corner of his mouth. “Someone closed the bathroom door so I couldn’t have a shower with my girl.”

“Your girl.” A smile tugs my lips.

“Yeah.” He takes a step closer to me and kisses the corner of my mouth. “My girl.”

Stepping around me he walks into the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door but instead drops his pants and turns on the water. Giving me a clear view of ‘my guy’ showering.

I have to look away since desire is flowing through my body and the place between my legs is starting to throb. Seeing as I just showered and have fresh panties, yes… I need to walk away.

When I stroll into the huge room with the glass wall, I look around for my clothes. I need my phone that was inside my jean shorts. Not finding my clothes but seeing my phone on the table near the couch, I grab it and settle down on the plush cushion.

I put my feet up and tuck a soft tiny cushion beneath my head, I check for messages. None. Not one message. Looking up my brother’s name, I hit the green call button. It rings once and then goes straight to voicemail.

That right there makes me worry. When I see the battery of my own phone is almost drained, I calm myself with the thought that maybe my brother’s phone might have died on him too.

My eyes scan the room and see Cyrus’s phone plugged in. When I walk to it I see he’s got the same phone as me so I grab his cord and plug it in near the couch so it can charge and I can read at the same time.

I click on the app that opens the book I was reading straight away. I sigh in content and let my head fall back when I hold my phone up above me. Thankful I can read on my phone I never leave home without my smut. I’m so deeply absorbed into the lives of the characters in my book that I totally forget my surroundings. Soft strokes on my scarred cheek cause me to lift my eyes up from my screen.

“Are you ready, or do you want to order in?”

His request makes me jolt upright. Turning to look at him, I suck in a deep breath. He’s wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt that’s wrapped snugly around his torso. His inked sleeves and part of his biceps are on show. When he steps away from the couch to grab his phone I see he’s wearing snake-skin cowboy-boots.

Wow. I swallow hard. Yeah I saw him naked, but the way he looks right now? Like a dream. Specifically, one that involves a lot of bedroom action. I shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts. I need food. With that reminder my stomach decides to chime in and growls loud enough to speak for me. Cyrus reaches his hand out and when I take it, he hoists me up. He grabs a keycard from the desk and tucks it in his back pocket.

Once out of the room, we wait for the elevator.  The longer we wait the more nervous I become. I’ve never left the house without a hat or a snapback. It’s very uncomfortable not being able to hide behind anything well except for my hair that I’m now trying to smooth in front of my face. Even when I’m trying to go about it unnoticed, he picks up on the tiny movement and slaps my hand away.

“I told you to never hide from me. So stop trying to cover up your face.” It’s not the slap but the demanding tone that makes my hand fall away.

“We’re going to dinner. People might lose their appetite when they see my face.”

The air whooshes out of my lungs when my back hits the wall for the elevator.

“Take it back.” He growls in my face.

My gaze drops to the carpet. I don’t want to take it back because it’s the truth. The angry red has started to fade but the four and a half lines are still very, very visible.

“
Take it back
. My brother said the same thing in the hospital that day, you know.” I mumble.

“What foolishness did you spew out back then, huh?” He puts his finger beneath my chin and lifts so I have to meet his gaze.

“I wished my jugular was slashed instead of my face.”

Horror washes across his face until fury settles in. “Thank the Lord he didn’t. And I happen to love this part of your face; it makes you, you.”

I snort at his reason. “And who might I be, since you’ve known me for less than a day, Mudfoot? And it wasn’t a
he
, it’s a
she
.”

“One hell of a feisty woman who fights for what she wants and my woman, who isn’t afraid to step up.
A she
?”

I can’t help but to roll my eyes. “Here we go again.
My woman
. And yes, the gator, Nana… it’s a she.”

“I’ve heard that name, Nana, twice now in two different conversations. Once in the phone call to your brother and the second time when you asked Coot not to go near it.” He shakes his head. “Why on earth keep that thing around?”

The elevator dings as the doors open. Pushing him off I walk inside and cross my arms in front of my chest. “She’s not a thing. Nana is an albino alligator. My mom rescued her the day she died. No one is going to take Nana away from me and I’d rather spend my last breath fighting for my company instead of handing it over to Danssel or anyone else for that matter.”

After drawing a large breath through his nose, he nods once. “How did your mother die?”

I’m not meeting his gaze, I can’t. I simply say, “We’d barely put Nana in her habitat when she crumbled to the ground. Her heart just gave out and no matter how hard I tried to keep her breathing I couldn’t. She was pronounced DOA the moment the medics arrived.”

He doesn’t say a word as he pulls me in for a hug. Soft strokes on my back comfort me and take me out of that painful memory. It’s like he understands why Nana is my gator. She was the last thing my mom handled and I intend to see it through.

His lips drop to my ear. “Will you tell me one more thing?”