My Sweet Dessert: The Brothers of Devil's Comfort Series 2 Book 2 (4 page)

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“There’s no going back Apple-Pie.”

We were at the hospital doors about to step into the sunlight. Parked a few meters away was the van I’d borrowed from the Club. Apple-Pie’s face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Blue eyes sparkling as she glanced up from the wheelchair. As I studied her face, I knew I had found my soul mate.

“No going back Crabby.”

The apartment Apple-Pie is renting is not far from the club. It has a small garden, which I was going to fix up with a bench and table, so that Apple-Pie can sit outside while she recovers. It may be winter; however, the weather was still decent enough to enjoy. On our arrival, the street I discovered was deserted of any traffic. Disappointment swept through me as I was hoping Laura would have shown up. After all, I’d passed the address on to Quick Draw and Rayven, telling them roughly what time we would be home. Home, Apple-Pie and I had a home. Still reeling because of the lack of welcome, and knowing Apple-Pie must be disillusioned, I force myself to smile as I carry Apple-Pie from the van, and stride to the first floor apartment. The smile quickly became genuine when our journey became hampered by Apple-Pie’s constant touching and kisses she was freely planting all over my neck.

“Well Apple-Pie.”

As I kick the door open, I smile down at my dark-haired nymph, who was gaily smiling back at me. Mischief lurking in her eyes and before moving on, I place a long wet kiss on her openly inviting mouth. The kiss was anything but innocent as she reciprocated. Meeting my tongue explicitly with her own as her hands wrapped in my short hair. Her body turning slightly into mine. Begrudgingly I broke the kiss to smile down at the woman in my arms.

“This is it.”

“My stomach’s twisting Crabby.”

“So’s mine. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Still, I hesitate before I enter the apartment. Once more I glance down at Apple-Pie.

“Any regrets?”

“None.”

“Okay Mrs Emily Theriot. Welcome to your new home.”

“You too, Mr Christopher Theriot.”

As I step over the threshold with Apple-Pie, I swiftly glance around the room, smiling when I see the flowers alongside a bottle of champagne on the small coffee table. As I place Apple-Pie on the sofa, she stretches over to the table, removing the card, laughing as she read who they were from.

“Did you know about these?”

Carelessly I shake my head, as I ruffle the hair on Apple-Pie’s head.

“Who are they from?”

“Sugar Jay.”

All of a sudden Apple-Pie’s blue eyes were touched with apprehension as she continues to stroke the card.

“Will Sundance and Sugar Jay be in a lot of trouble for standing up for us?”

With her glass of champagne in her hand, Apple-Pie is staring at the contents and not at me. Gently I raise her chin and smile, albeit it is a weak smile, but I manage to produce one for her.

“Sundance knew what I was asking and could have turned me down.”

“I’m glad he didn’t.”

Apple-Pie’s smile was back, and as she placed her empty glass on the table, her lips reached over to mine. Accepting the invitation willingly, I lower my head, taking Apple-Pie’s lips in another kiss. As the kiss deepens, Apple Pie fell against the cushions and my upper body followed her, whilst my feet remained on the floor.

Apple-Pie tasted of champagne, and as our tongues became more forceful, I groaned deep in my throat. My cock surging to life as it pressed against my zipper when Apple-Pie gave a moan of her own. Apple-Pie’s hands were clamoring all over my back. Never staying in one place for too long as her hips arched up against mine.

Eager to touch more of Apple-Pie, I swiftly remove the vest and bra she is wearing, breaking the kiss to pull back and stare at my bounty. Apple-Pie’s flesh is alabaster against the sunlight which is streaking through the window. As I continue to gaze at her, my hands trace the throbbing vein from her throat, trailing down to her tits before coming to rest at her navel. As I leave a feather light path, Apple-Pie’s stomach quivers, her breathing deepens as her areoles swell and the buds come to life, hardening under my stare. Apple-Pie’s arms reach out to me; her touch hesitant as she cups my chin and licks her lips as her eyes became dewy with lust.

“Time to move this to the bedroom Apple-Pie.”

MSD

Shit, this was really happening. After everything that has happened in the last three weeks, Crabby was going to make me his. We were going to have sex. We were about to become lovers. Frustrated because Crabby has stopped touching me, the walk to the bedroom seems to take an eternity. When we do finally reach the room, Crabby placed me on the bed and drew the curtains, then he walked around to light the candles either he or Sugar Jay have placed earlier. My gaze never leaves Crabby as he wandered about. Nor did I drop my eyes when he stood before me and stripped himself. My gaze becoming saucers as he revealed a well-toned body. A small smattering of hair surrounds his navel, trailing down to hide behind his pants. Pants Crabby was in the process of removing and still I was unable to move, as I naïvely gazed at him. My eyes lingering on his cock once he has it free. I’ve seen pictures, I’ve watched a couple of porn movies, but nothing has prepared me for the sight of Crabby.

Nervously, I swallowed the saliva, which is building up in my mouth. A part of me wants to reach out and touch him. To feel him inside me. Another part of me wanted to run.

“It’s okay to be apprehensive Apple-Pie.”

“It is.”

“Sure. Apart from what we’ve done in the hospital, it’s been five years since I was with a woman.”

“Are you telling me you’re nervous Crabby?”

Crabby came and sat down beside me on the bed. One of his hands held one of mine, while the fingers of his other hand trailed through my hair as he swept it back.

“Shit Apple-Pie. All I want to do is get it into your panties. Look at my cock.”

With an uneasy giggle, I follow Crabby’s instructions and watch as he drops my hand to cup his cock. His hand enclosing the shaft as he rubs himself. Goo was leaking from the top and still he continues to stroke himself.

“Can I touch it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I cum, I’m going to be in your body deep. Not over your hand like a couple of high school kids fooling around on a first date.”

My clit is on fire, and as I continue to stare at Crabby’s body, I can feel the heat and dampness gathering in my pussy. It’s only then I realize I’m still semi dress and eagerly, I undo the catch of my shorts and lift my hips as I push the material down. When I reach the cast of the plaster on my leg, Crabby’s hand comes to rest on mine as he gently removes the remaining clothes.

Crabby’s loud groan has me jerking my eyes up to his face, where I discover his gaze is on my naked form. His hands are now moving over my body. His fingers linger around my throat as his thumb presses into the dip at the base.

“Crabby.”

“You’re beautiful Emily… All of you.”

With a tentative smile, I raise my eyes to Crabby’s and fail to breathe as I watch the awe in his gaze. His eyes glaze over while his nostrils flare as his breathing becomes heavy. His gaze flickers over my body, coming to linger at my junction. Shyness hits me as I attempt to squeeze my legs together, the cast stopping them from closing altogether, and as I pull my hips up, it causes my pussy to raise a little, causing Crabby to groan as his fingers leave my throat to sweep over the closed flesh which hides my clit, and the truth of my arousal.

“Crabby.”

“Talk to me Apple-Pie. Tell me what you feel.”

“Everything. I feel everything. My body is hot and I ache. My tits ache Crabby. My stomach is home to a thousand creepies. I can’t move my legs for the quiver which runs through them”

As I speak, Crabby breaks his hold on my pussy to bring his hands up to my tits. Where he lifts and balances the weight in his hands, jiggling them as his thumb brushes the tips.

“What would you like me to do Apple –Pie?”

“Anything and everything.”

Fuck. Sex is sex I tell myself. Yet with Apple-Pie it’s a lot more than sex. It was about commitment. Would I be able to walk away? Walk away, walking away wasn’t in the equation. Five years I’ve gone without sex and if it was sex, I was after; I could have had it any time over the last three weeks. Fuck, the club skanks have been coming on to me like a rash since my release.

No, what I wanted from Apple-Pie was more than sex. There was so much more to the woman who was lying beside, spread out on the bed like a siren. Her dark hair tumbling around her. Blue eyes which were greedily eating me. Her pale flesh quivering. Fuck, even the dark purple plaster cast didn’t deter from who she was.

With a groan, I lowered my head and kissed Apple-Pie on the lips. It was a slow kiss. Our touch tentative as we explored the inner caverns of our mouths. Gently, I release her lips, and trail my tongue to her ear as I nibble on the flesh of her ear lobe. Wanting to be closer, I climb on to the bed and place my body between her legs, which willingly spread for me. Slowly I move to her throat and lick at the salty texture, tasting and savoring the sweaty drops. When Apple-Pie’s breathing hitches, I lap at the pulse at her throat. My hands finding and linking our fingers together. My cock is throbbing, demanding to be sheathed inside the luscious body beneath me, but I hold back, sucking harder on the flesh as desire shoots through me.

The way Apple-Pie thrust her hips up to me, is not helping my cock as it bounces back in response. Apple-Pie has a price to pay and slowly I path my way down her body until I come to rest at the opening of her pussy. Her body jerks violently when my fingers spread her plump lips.

“Are you okay Apple-Pie?”

“Shit Crabby. Rayven never said I’d feel like this. That I’d crave for your touch to ease the throb.”

Delighted with her answer, I smile against the dampness which was leaking out. My tongue snaked out for a pre- taste as Apple-Pie’s hands gripped tight on to mine.

“Crabby.”

“Are you throbbing Apple-Pie.”

Apple-Pie’s musky scent hits me as she attempts to relax her body against me.

“Would you like me to ease the throb Apple-Pie?”

“Please.”

As she answers me, Apple-Pie spreads her legs a little further and that was all I needed before my tongue found her sweet core. As my tongue reaches out to lick the tender fleshes, Apple-Pie releases my hands to grip on to my hair. Her hips rising to meet my tongue. Now that my hands are free, I place them under Apple-Pie’s ass and raise her hips as I greedily suck and lick at her pussy. Finding and pressing against the hard nub of her clit.

“Crabby.”

“Shush Apple-Pie, it’s going to be fine.”

“That’s alright for you to say. It’s not your pussy on fire.”

“No, but it’s my cock that’s throbbing. Aching to slide into you.”

As I talk, lick and suck, Apple-Pie leaked more cream. Her thighs squeezing against my head as her moans and heavy breathing matches the beat of my heart.

“Now Crabby. Now.”

“Not yet.”

Breaking from my position, I slide up Apple-Pie’s body and kiss her, letting her taste herself. As Apple-Pie jerks and twists beneath me, her hands roam over my back, cupping my ass as she kneads the flesh and I moan in to the cushiony flesh of her tits as I quickly locate a nipple. Sucking heavily on the bud before giving it a gentle bite.

When Apple-Pie begins to make demands with her hips, insisting that I do something to ease her ache, I slide my fingers down until I reach and find her pussy, parting the flesh to stroke her. My finger gliding through her juices easily. When I find the opening to her pussy, I tentatively push into the gap, pushing and sliding inside her slowly, moving further down with each thrust I make. When I make contact with her hymen, I freeze. I knew she was a virgin and reluctantly, I break the kiss.

“This is it Apple-Pie. One twist of my finger and your mine.”

I didn’t wait for Apple-Pie’s response as I broke the flesh.

MSD

“Is that it?”

I was dissatisfied, I was expecting more. I wasn’t expecting Crabby’s finger to be the one to do away with my virginity.

“No.”

As he spoke Crabby rose his body above mine, his hand brushing against my pussy as I felt him lining his cock up.

“Look at me Apple-Pie.”

Crabby’s command has my gaze locking with his as I feel him probing gently. The first push of his cock into me has me freezing.

“It’s okay. Relax.”

“I am relaxed. I just want to feel you.”

“You can feel more of me.”

As he spoke and stroked my hair with his free hand, Crabby pushed in a little further, pulling back only to go deeper. As his thrusts became heavier and deeper, Crabby let go of me and grabbed my hips. Guiding me to take more of him in as he pushed and pulled. When he pulls my body up to his, he slides his cock in further. When he pushes my body away, he pulls out. Soon, encouraged by Crabby’s movement’s I take over and willing raise my hips to meet each of his thrusts.

“How does it feel Apple-Pie? To have my cock inside you?”

As he spoke, Crabby stopped moving, holding my hips in place as I felt him fill me.

“Perfect. I’m on fire Crabby.”

“Time to put the fire out Apple-Pie.”

With a chuckle, Crabby pushed against me before he began to thrust in earnest. His finger finding and pressing on my throbbing clit. As the pressure mounted in my body, I squeezed around Crabby, panting heavily when he gave me the release I was desperate for. My body falling onto the mattress as he came in me.

Exhausted, I lay spread beneath Crabby, stroking his back as I tried to breath. My eyes began to close, but I didn’t want to go to sleep Not yet anyway. Not while I enjoy having Crabby’s body so close to mine.

Slowly Crabby rolled off me, pulling the cover over our bodies as he pulled my body into his.

“Are you okay Apple-Pie?”

Languorously I brush my head against his shoulder. My pussy was still aching, but it was a different ache. A good ache I decided. Kissing Crabby on the shoulder, I stroke his arm.

“Shit Crabby. When can we do this again?”

“Soon.”

As Crabby drifted to sleep, my mind woke up. Fuck, I’ve just had sex with Crabby and I wanted to go to the window and shout about it to everyone in Comfort Springs. As this thought sinks into my brain, an unease invades my euphoria. I still have to tell Momma that Crabby and I are married.

“Crabby.”

“Erm?”

A small giggle escapes me. I was still finding it hard to believe I was lying in a bed with my lover. 

“Do we have to tell the club?”

“It’ll be wrong of me to keep secrets from the club. Besides Sundance and Sugar Jay may have said something.”

“I asked Sugar Jay to keep quiet.”

“We’ll tell them when I get back.”

My body went still as Crabby’s words sank in. He was leaving and hasn’t mentioned it until now.

“When do you go away?”

“Tomorrow. That’s why we’ll wait until I return.”

As he finishes speaking, Crabby rose over me, his fingers tugging on my chin until I face him.

“I’ll not let you face them on your own Apple-Pie’”

“What about Momma.”

When I return Apple-Pie. We’ll sort something out on my return.”