Hansel 4 (8 page)

She sucks harder as she takes me inch by inch.

“
Leah
…”

My toes clench.

Her fingers tickle over my sac. I feel the head of me bump something soft and warm: the back of her throat. Her tongue twirls around my base.

I cup my hand around her head, trying to thank her with a caress—but it’s short lived. What she’s doing feels so fucking good, my fingers ball into a fist as her mouth strokes over me.

She’s deep-throating me. I crack my eyes open and find her face relaxed, focused on my pleasure. She finds a rhythm, moving faster and faster, taking more of me than any woman has before. It feels fucking incredible. Knowing that it’s her mouth I’m inside of…

“Oh, fuck! LEAH...
Ohh
… I’m so damn close!”

She twirls her tongue around me, sucks her cheeks in, rolls my balls around in her warm palm.

“Oh fuck. Leah.”

God.

I start to thrust against her face. It’s fucking rude, but I’m out of my mind, so fucking close…

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”

My back is arching off the bed. I’m so close I can taste it. My fingers, twined in her hair now, tug as I bump the back of her throat. Her tongue, her cheeks, her hand…

“Oh, Leah…”

“Sorry.” I hear the word before I realize she’s pulling my cock out of her mouth. My eyes fly open. My heart pounds. What went wrong?

I don’t have much time to figure out, because half a second later, she throws herself onto my lap, lifts my cock with her warm hand, and sinks down on it.

The sensation is mind-blowing.

I groan and swear and start to thrust under her, lifting my hips up, pounding her sweet pussy like a fucking animal.

“God, that fucking
magic pussy
…” My hands squeeze her hips and start to guide her rhythm: fast, fast, fast; oh God— “Leah…
please
.”

I push myself as deep as I can go, and I explode. Shudders ricochet through me. I’m tossed up into the fucking stratosphere. Somewhere far away, I can feel her body—soft and nubile—stretch out over mine. A blissful haze comes over us like fog, and when it starts to clear a little, I can feel I’m still inside her.

Jesus.

“Leah.”
I fucking love saying her name. And touching her. It’s heaven. My hand strokes over her silky hair. Fingers find her soft lips. “This mouth,” I murmur. “And that cunt.” My hand caresses her flank, just below the pert curve of her ass.

She digs her hips into mine, and I feel my cock start hardening inside her. It’s…pure bliss. Fucking amazing, getting hard inside the warm, slick softness of her cunt.

I take her from the back, and from the top, and then I fuck her from the side, so I can wrap my arms around her. I lick her pussy like a starving man, and Leah sucks me off again. She knows my tells this time and draws it out so long I nearly pass the fuck out before I blow inside her throat. She opens wider for me and swallows every drop like a fucking fantasy. Then she climbs atop me, nestling my dick between the crevice of her thigh.

I’m breathing hard, and so is she.

The line of light around the curtains is long gone.

I feel the press of her breasts against my chest, and then her arms are wrapping around me. Her cheek rests against my pec. I wrap one leg over hers and cup her warm, smooth back, stroking up and down her spine and playing in her hair.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

She lifts her head and grins a sleepy grin. She looks cocky; thrilled. “So what about that?” she asks.

“You’re a fucking queen, baby.”

Her grin widens. “Thank you. You’re my king.” She leans up to kiss my chin, and warmth floods through me.

“Your cunt is magic.” I stroke the smooth skin of her throat. “And so are you.”

“You came five times.” Her blue eyes dance.

“I could go for number six.” I grin. My mouth feels weird and stretched, but I can’t help myself.

“You came,” she says.

I fondle her breast, hardening as I watch it bounce. “Damn right I did.”

She winds her arms around my neck and leans down close, so her soft lips brush my cheek. She traces a line behind my ear and gently cups my jaw. Her touch is so soft, her eyes so kind, my breath catches in my throat. “Luke…you came without me hurting you.”

My heart beats off-rhythm. My mind reels. Fuck—it’s true. I really did.

I really did.

My chest tightens as the weight of it sinks in.

“It wasn’t just a one-time thing. It’s been all night.” She eases up off me a little, as if she can sense I’m on the verge of losing my shit, and she wants to give me space.

“I know,” I rasp.

I prop myself up on my elbows. She scoots off me, sitting on her knees beside me. Her watchful eyes are making my throat ache, so I get up off the bed and walk over to the window.

I don’t even push the curtains back, just stand there, flexing my hands, feeling the lingering ache of broken bones and stitched-up skin.

How did this happen?

Why did I bring her to the room with me?

Pain blooms through my chest. So much of it, I start to shake.

“Luke?” Her careful fingers touch my back. “What’s wrong?”

The answer pierces me: she’ll leave. Tomorrow morning, Leah will leave. I’ll never get to feel her hands on me again.

I thought I could handle it. I thought maybe… I don’t know. What did I think? Terror grips me. I can’t move. Can’t breathe.

She wraps her arms around me, and I fumble to get free of them. I turn toward her, shaking my head. “
Don’t
.”

Her eyes are wide and stricken. “Why not?” She takes a step away from me. “Luke—please.”

“Just go,” I choke. “Go on, Leah.” I grab her shoulders and push her lightly toward the door.

She whirls around and grabs my arm. “Don’t do this with me! Don’t. Don’t do it right now. It’s bullshit, and anyway, I won’t believe it. You’re just scared.”

My chest feels like it’s cracked open. I put a hand over it. “Scared of what?” I rasp.

“I don’t know what. I wish I did. Why don’t you ever talk to me?” She folds her arms in front of her chest. “I think I deserve at least some explanation.”

My face feels hot. The room whirls slowly around her.

“C’mon, Luke.” She sounds exasperated. “If you can send me away after tonight, then you can tell me why, can’t you?”

I swallow. Flex my hands. “I can’t,” I say through my clenched jaw. My words sound twisted. Strange.

She steps closer. “Why not?” she says softly.

“You’ll leave,” I whisper.

“No I won’t. I won’t leave if you just talk to me.” She takes the last few steps between us. She hesitates a second with her hands raised. Then she reaches out and touches my chest. “Luke…just talk to me. Whatever’s going on, I can handle it.”

Her eyes flicker, showing her uncertainty, but she tucks that away quickly and strokes my bare chest.

My eyes sting. “You’ll
leave
.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not leaving.”

My hand closes around her arm. I swallow hard and try again. “Tomorrow,” I hiss, “you will leave.”

“Oh. I understand.” Her voice is soft. Her eyes are kind. Her hands clasp mine. She pulls me over to the bed and pulls the blankets back. Together, we get in.

I can’t lie down, so I just sit there. Leah wraps herself around me, and I dip my head, because my eyes are leaking.

I can feel her sorrow. Guilt, I guess. For all I know, it’s pity.

“Fuck.”

Her hands tickle my back and shoulders. “Lucas—can I tell you something? Something true? Something that I think you might not like?”

“Whatever you want,” I whisper.

I feel her head rest in the space between my neck and shoulder. Her lips move against my skin, creating chills. “I want you.”

My chest cranks tighter. I struggle to draw a breath.

“I want you,” she says. She grabs my chin and turns my face toward hers. “Luke, I want you. I have
always
wanted you.”

My throat stings. I don’t want to look at her, but I can’t stop my eyes. They search her face. “But...why?”

She strokes my arms, down to my hands. She twines her hands in mine and looks into my eyes. “Because I love you, Luke.”

“You
can’t
.” She strokes my hands with soft fingers and looks into my face. Waiting me out. “It wouldn’t work because I’m not normal, Leah. I’m not…whole.” I squeeze her hands with mine. “Even my hands… They’re…”

“Yours. They’re your hands, Luke. That’s why I love them.” Her mouth finds my throat, kissing the salty tears there. “All you have to have is half,” she whispers.

“What?”

“You’re only half,” she murmurs, looking up into my eyes. “If you put two of us together, baby, all we need is half to make a whole.”

Her hand trails down my chest, reaching lower, till I’m hard again. My heart aches as she takes me in her hand.

“Let’s just see…” she whispers, stroking up and down me. “Let’s see how we fit together. If the pieces fit right,” she says, kissing my jaw, “maybe you could take me home.”

“Home?”

“Take me home.” She finds my mouth with hers. Our tongues glide together. Her lips tremble. “Take me home,” she breathes into my mouth. “I’d love to go back there with you.”

I think about it, as she climbs on top of me. What can I offer her, my sweet Leah?

I can offer half. Maybe I shouldn’t try. But it’s Leah. I can’t ever help myself.

I take her four more times that night, and she’s right. I can come each time, just from the pleasure of her.

The next day, we climb into my car and head for home.

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