Love Me Like That (11 page)

I grip her hair tighter, preventing her from being able to move her head. Her eyes dart up to mine, and she smiles around my cock. Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing. I ease my hips back, dragging my cock down her tongue and then slowly easing it back down her throat.

She hums and the vibration sails up my spine. “Enough,” I pant and pull her completely off, tugging gently on her hair to raise her to stand.

I attack her with my mouth, my hand on the back of her head determining the angle and depth of the kiss. I’m on edge and close to just throwing her on the bed, ripping her pajama bottoms off, and pounding into her for days. When she reaches up and places both her hands delicately on my chest, the greediness coursing through my veins calms and my thunderous heartbeat becomes slightly less erratic.

I pull my mouth from hers and look down at her. “God you’re beautiful,” I tell her honestly. “Let me see you.” I take a step back, breaking all contact with her body. “Take them off,” I motion my head at her bottoms.

She bites her lip seductively and my cock twitches, remembering just how amazing her mouth felt. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she pushes her pajama bottoms to the floor.

“I went commando too,” she whispers as she kicks the striped fabric to the side.

I break eye contact with her and look at her body thoroughly. Golden brown hair around her shoulders, full breasts with tips so hard they look painful, and a curve at her hips that more than hints at the hardy shape of her ass. I lick my lips at the sight of the tiny triangle of trimmed hair just above the lips I’m dying to get my mouth on.

I palm my cock, trying to ease the ache at not being inside of her and close the distance between us. I bend my head down close to her ear. “On the bed. Legs spread wide. I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

She backs up agonizingly slow to the center of the bed, and I follow close behind her. I regret not turning on the lights when we entered the room, knowing the dimness doesn’t give justice to the sight on my bed this very second.

She whimpers when I ease my hands from her knees, sliding them to her inner thighs, and spreading her wider to allow for the breadth of my shoulders. Just like when my mouth took her nipple, her hands shoots straight to my hair when my tongue swipes over her glistening slit.

“So good,” I breathe against her wet flesh.

I flex my hips on the bed, grinding into the mattress. My cock is in complete agony; jealous at the allowances my mouth is taking on the flawless flesh between her legs. I use the very tip of my finger and rub it around the very edge of her quivering entrance, careful not to dip it in even a fraction of an inch. The first thing that will sink into that hot pussy will be my cock; that’s if I don’t come against the mattress.

I suck and bite her clit as my harsh breaths skate over her lower stomach. I’m torturing myself right now, but I need to feel her come against my mouth. She’s writhing and moaning with every lick and nip, but the second I bite harder on her hardened bud I feel her clench and convulse against my chin.

Enough fucking around.

I kneel between her legs and slam into her; her orgasm, still in full effect, grips me repeatedly. I thrust through it. If I don’t focus on moving my hips, I’ll come in seconds; my body revved from the blowjob and mattress humping.

I lift her up slightly; gripping her hips and sliding her up and down my length, I use her body to fuck my cock. I grit my teeth and have to squeeze my eyes shut when she starts grasping at her breasts, pinching her own nipples. Fuck that’s hot.

I push into her hard. Deep. My body static and my arms doing all the work. All I can hear are her moans and the cadence of my own heart thumping loudly in my ears. The sweetest symphony.

“Need you to come, London.” I grind my hips against her roughly.

She reaches a hand down to the apex of her thighs and sweep two slender fingers over her hard, pink clit. The sight is my nemesis, removing my control. I settle inside of her as her trembling inner muscles ripple and clamp down on me repeatedly, her head thrown back in wild abandon.

Fuck she comes like a queen.

A few more quick thrusts are all it takes, and I pull out of her warmth and watch as jets of hot come coat her stomach. I’m doing my best to calm my breathing when she reaches down, running her finger through the mess I made on her skin and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her finger, “You taste good too.”

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

I flex my back and try to stretch which is an impossibility considering that I’m lying on Kadin’s chest, and both of his arms are around me. I’ve never been held close to a man that had chest hair, but I love the way it tickles my cheek and nose when I breathe.

Further inventory of my body tells me that I’m just as tangled around him. I have one arm looped over his left shoulder, and my other one is across his lower stomach, dangerously close to his semi-erect penis. I’d only thought the sex with him when I was drunk was fantastic. Earlier? Absolutely no words worthy of how amazing he was.

I close my eyes and remember the way he commanded and tempted my body; how he easily made me feel sexy and utterly dirty all at the same time.
You licked his come off of your stomach!
I could easily spend the rest of my life with him inside of me. If only it were that easy!

Crazy how an incredibly superior sex session can warp your mind and alter expectations.

I love my wife with every piece of my heart. There’s not room for anyone else.

It stung a little bit when he said it, but I fully understood where he was coming from. The devastation this man has been through being more than any one man should suffer.

After? Now that I’m sated and wrapped in his arms? The pain from his declaration is slightly more acute. I try to untangle myself from him, but my actions only make him grip me tighter. I’d love nothing more than to stay here in this bed in the dark with him, but the idea that he may be dreaming of holding his wife makes my stomach turn.

I push against his chest harder, and finally he relaxes his arms enough so I can slip out of them. I sit on the edge of the bed and shamelessly watch him sleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully, rhythmically. Even in slumber, there’s no denying the hard planes of his chest and stomach, the dips and valleys covered with a surprisingly soft smattering of hair.

His cock lay heavily on his right thigh, thick and daunting despite it being only semi-erect. His leg is bent at the knee and raised slightly, the same position it was in when I was laying on him. I want to run my fingers from the side of his knee to the crease at his hip, but I’m certain it won’t be well received.

I stand from the bed and immediately grab for my tank top on the floor as the results of our combined orgasms begins to flow down my inner thigh.

Son of a bitch!

I waddle to his en-suite, holding the chunk of fabric between my legs, and close the door quietly behind me. I was confident he pulled out before coming, but apparently he let loose inside of me as well. Discarding the pseudo-towel, I turn on the water in the shower, hoping I can get cleaned up and back to the guest room before he wakes up.

After rinsing his incredibly masculine smelling shampoo out of my hair, I turn my face into the water and let the drops mingle with the tears that have started to fall. I’m so lost. Jumping in bed, twice, with a man I don’t even know is so out of character for me and a sure warning sign that I’ve lost my damn mind.

I feel a cold draft from the opening of the shower door, and I wrap my arms around myself and turn my back to Kadin as he steps into the shower. I’m not sure if I’m hiding my nakedness or the shame on my face from my thoughts.

He steps under the spray with me and sweeps my hair off of my shoulder seconds before his mouth lands at the base of my neck. I roll my head to the side giving him more room for his mouth to manipulate my skin. His fingers move from my hair and trail down my back.

He stiffens behind me.

No.

No.

No, no, no.

His warmth leaves my back, and I already know what’s coming. I already feel the shame I never thought I’d have to face again.

“What the fuck, London?!?” He bellows and his booming voice reverberates around the enclosed shower.

“Please leave.” My voice is weak, and my body is starting to tremble.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me where you got these fucking scars from.” His voice is calm but full of authority. Commands and expectations of obeying are something I cannot handle right now.

“Leave!” I yell with fewer trembles in my voice.

“No.” He reaches for me, and I lose it.

“Get the fuck out!”

He growls but listens this time. I see him grab a towel from the rack, angrily wrapping it around his hips, and leaving the room as I sink to the floor of the shower and cry as my mind takes me back to a time it had taken years to forget.

“I think you do that shit on purpose because you like it when I get upset,” Brian whispers in my ear.

I whimper against the gag shoved deep in my mouth. I want to plead with him. Beg him not to hurt me again, but he’s gotten smarter about the abuse. My tears angered him the first time he saw them streaming down my face so now he ties a terrycloth lined eye mask over my eyes.

Tonight is the culmination of the perfect storm, a storm that seems to increase in frequency as the months pass. I set him off tonight by just saying hi to a male classmate that is also in his fraternity; that combined with the excessive amounts of coke he grew fond of over Christmas break. Well, the coke isn’t the problem; the side effect of not being able to get hard is what angers him.

You’d think I’d be upset that he started the drug habit, but I’m not. The beatings will always be there, but at least now the rape has stopped.

“Are you fucking him?” He rages around the room knocking things over smashing things against the wall. I can feel the violent energy rolling off of him even though I can’t see him.

I shake my head back and forth. I know he’d kill me if he ever caught me with someone else. I’d never risk that. Regardless of what people may think when a woman stays with her abuser, I don’t want to die. I do have the will to live; I just see no other recourse.

This is my last semester. Hopefully, I’ll survive it and then I can leave.

He grips my jaw in his hand and leans in close. I can smell the alcohol on the hot breath that is ghosting sickly over my face. My stomach turns, but I choke it down, not wanting to drown in my own vomit.

“Do you think of him when I fuck you?”

I sob harder and attempt to shake my head no against the grip he still has on my face.

“I’ll kill him if he touches you. You’re MINE!”

I’m strapped up, almost hanging from a set of eye-bolts he’s placed in the ceiling of his bedroom. I’m topless, but thankfully he’s left my jeans on this time.

“Don’t worry, London. I’m going to make it so no one will want you when they see you.”

I count over a dozen strikes before my world goes gratefully black.

I sit, arms wrapped around the knees bent against my chest until the water in the shower runs cold. Shivering, I finally stand and turn off the frigid stream of water. Kadin left the door slightly ajar, and the water has been running cold long enough that the steam has dissipated from the room. There is not a layer of condensation on the mirror protecting my view.

My hair is a mess, my eyes are swollen, and my face is covered in red splotches. I’m quivering, and it’s from more than just the cold. I’m raw. Mentally and physically I’m drained, exhausted. I grab two towels from the shelf, wrapping one around my hair and one around my body. I’m grateful Kadin is such a big guy because the bath sheets in here are huge, and they provide a much-needed layer of security.

I walk over and stand near the cracked bathroom door, listening for him. A quick but faint rhythmic pounding is all I hear. Feeling as if I can make it out and across the hall, I grip my towel at my chest and slide out of the door.

The pounding grows louder, and I can see Kadin on the treadmill with his back to me. The stationary equipment in the room faces the scenic mountain view and even in my wrecked state I can appreciate the beauty through the large windows.