by V. T. Do
“You know how. I want you to touch me.”
“Like this?” I asked, moving my hands to those plump tits, feeling the weight of them in my hand.
She inhaled in a stuttering breath. “Y-yes.”
“Do you like it when I touch you, baby?”
“Yes, Mason. I like it when you touch me.”
I pinched her nipple and tugged, loving the way she moved her legs together, trying to relieve the pressure already building up.
I moved one hand to her back and pulled her in close until I could take one hard tip into my mouth.
“Oh, God,” she moaned when I gently bit her. Our eyes met when I looked up, and I winked before sucking on her flesh. She moved against me, and I reached up for her, holding her close.
“Mason, God. This feels so good.”
I smiled against her skin as I continued to torture her tender flesh with my lips, while moving my hand down between her legs. She resisted a little when I tried to pry her thighs open, but soon gave in and let me play with her drenched pussy.
I cupped her mound with my hand and moved my palm back and forth between her slit. Her head rolled forward until she rested it on my shoulder, her breathing labored, and her moan getting louder the faster I moved my hand.
“You’re so wet, baby. I knew you would be like this. Do you like this? Do you like it when I play with your dirty little cunt?”
When she didn’t say anything, I slapped her pussy hard, the sound punishing in the tensed, quiet air.
She gasped and wiggled in my arm. “Yes, Mason. I like it when you play with me.”
I entered a single finger inside of her, and she automatically clenched around me. I let out a small groan, imagining her clenched around my cock instead.
I closed my mouth back around her dusky nipple, sucking on the tender flesh and loving every single noise she uttered out.
And she was wet. So wet, it was getting hard to get a good grip on her small pussy. I let go of her nipple with a pop of my mouth and moved back a little so I could watch her.
Her eyes were closed, her skin was flushed, and she was moving her hips to the rhythm of my hand.
I pulled out of her suddenly, and she made a pitiful little mewl in protest, as she took in the way her slickness clung to my finger and hand.
“Oh, God,” Olivia said, trying to bury her face back in my chest, obviously embarrassed. I stopped her and shook my head. I kept my eyes on her as I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on the taste of her.
“Delicious.” I smirked around my finger when she turned even more red. “It’s your turn to taste me.”
Her eyes widened as she took a small step back. “You mean…” Her gaze moved from my face down to my crotch, and they stayed there.
I smiled, a self-deprecating smile. As much as I wanted to fuck her mouth, I wouldn’t do it if she was uncomfortable. “Unless you don’t want to, sweetheart.”
Her shoulders relaxed then, and when I cupped her cheek with one hand, she nuzzled her face into my palm. “No, I want to.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, trying to keep the excitement from my voice.
“Yes. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.”
My abs muscle clenched in anticipation, and my cock was rock solid now. To know that this was what she wanted… God, I couldn’t wait to see her lips wrapped around me, to feel her sucking on the tip, and to hear her gag when I push in just a little too deep.
My fist clenched to keep from reaching out and pushing her down on her knees.
She bit her lip and looked up at me, a world of vulnerability in her eyes. “I’ve never done this before, so you need to tell me what to do. I want to please you.”
I couldn’t resist any longer. Hauling her in close, I took her lips in a forceful kiss. She melted against me, her soft moan filling the air.
When I pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. “You do please me, baby. Just by being you. I get hard just looking at you sometimes.”
“Really?” she asked, as if this was so hard to believe.
“Really.” I grabbed her hand and placed it over my cock. “This is what you do to me, Livie. Just you.”
A small blush made its way up from her chest to her cheeks, and she grabbed me over my jeans, moving her hand up and down my length. I groaned and tightened my hand on her.
“Enough of this. I want to come in your mouth. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “That’s okay with me.”
“Good. Get on your knees, baby.”
She took in a small inhale and did as I asked. I stood up and stared down at her. From her naked body to those big brown eyes and her luscious lips.
I pulled my shirt off, and her hungry eyes devoured every single inch of naked skin she could see. I loved the way she looked at me, like she had never seen anything more beautiful. Sometimes, I wanted to tell her I was far from beautiful. That I was ugly, and she should hate me. But I loved her eyes on me too much to tell her the truth. I loved… her.
“Take my cock out,” I instructed. Her hands shook slightly as they reached up to unbutton my jeans and pull down my zipper. She tugged on the fabric until it was down to my knees.
As my cock jutted out, angry looking and painfully hard, she seemed surprised that I was going commando. My balls felt heavy and I wanted nothing more than to shove the engorged tip into her mouth, but this was Olivia’s show.
She was in control.
She wrapped her tiny hand around the length, her fingers barely meeting around distended member.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled when she moved her hand up and down, and closed my eyes, my head rolling forward when she grabbed my ball sack with her other hand, massaging them.
“God, baby, this feels so good. You’re killing me.”
Her skin was flushed with pleasure from my praise. I knew she was turned on by this. I couldn’t stop myself from uttering out my next words.
“I need you to tell me that I am your whole world. I need to be the most important man in your life, and I know that sounds selfish, but that’s what I am when it comes to you. Selfish and unreasonable. And I just don’t care.”
“You’re my whole world, Mason,” she said seriously.
I blinked, trying to keep my emotions under control.
Then she moved forward and took my tip into her mouth and I nearly lost it.
She sucked experimentally, and my hand tightened around her hair. I was sure I was hurting her a little, but she didn’t say anything, and I knew Olivia got turned on with a little pain every time we fooled around.
I tugged on her hair until she was looking up at me with those brown eyes of her, and when I cupped her cheek, keeping her gaze on me, I was sure she could see how much I had come to love her.
She sucked harder and I thrusted my hip, bringing myself deeper into her. There were no words left. Nothing needed to be said. All our communication was said through every groan, every moan, every movement of my hips and her mouth, and I couldn’t hold on much longer.
She grabbed my hips to keep herself steady while I continued to use her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. I’m going to come.”
A warning for her to prepare herself.
She pulled herself up a little higher and sucked on me harder, her tongue running over my tip in circles, before taking me in further.
My back tingled, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost it completely. And then she grabbed the base of my length, the part she couldn’t get in her mouth completely, and squeezed.
I came on a shout. Olivia didn’t pull away. She swallowed most of it like a champ, while some of my cum made its way out the corners of her lips. I had never seen a more beautiful sight.
When she was done, she let me go of me with a pop, and then she licked her lips as if that was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
Not able to stop myself, I hooked my
hands under her armpits and pulled her up before falling back on the bed with her on top of me. I kicked off my jeans on the way so we were both naked, lying in bed together, her hard nipples pressed against my chest. There was nothing more I wanted to do than take them in my mouth and drive her crazy.
I grabbed her tit instead. She was quiet as she watched me roll the erect nipple between my fingers before grabbing the swollen globe in my hand, playing with it.
“They’re kind of small, aren’t they?” she said in a quiet voice.
I shook my head. “They’re perfect. Just perfect little handfuls. And such beautiful, pink nipples. My mouth’s watering just looking at them.”
She offered a small smile, and I could tell by the way her eyes brightened that she was pleased with my answer.
“You know I love everything about your body, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “I guess so.”
“There’s no guessing here, baby. It true. I love everything about this perfect body.” I moved her until she was underneath me. I shot her a playful smile, my hands running up and down her sides. “Say it, baby. Say your body’s perfect for me.”
She shot me a challenging look, but there was mischievous glint to them, and I had to keep myself from laughing out loud. “Or what?”
“Or what, huh? Brave words for such a tiny girl.”
She scoffed. “I’m not that tiny.”
That was where she was wrong. She was so tiny, and infinitely precious to me. I would do whatever it took to make her safe.
I leaned down and kissed her, and I knew a part of her wanted to keep up with this game we’re playing, but a larger part of her wanted my kiss too much. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. And when she least expected it, I tickled her sides.
She startled away, her eyes widening in understanding. Then she was fighting me off, kicking and squirming.
“Mason, no.”
I laughed.
This was cute. She was cute.
Like a little kitten playing tiger.
I easily held her legs away, and grabbing both her wrist in one hand, I pulled them above her head. She was breathing hard now, a small smile threatening to show, and I quite like the way her tits moved with each labored breath.
I shot her a wicked smile. Her eyes narrowed on me. “Don’t you dare.”
“Oh, but I dare.”
I tickled her before she could say anymore, and she squirmed, trying to get away. But it was futile. I had her fully in my grasp.
She let out a loud, unladylike laugh, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “Oh, no. Mercy! Mercy! Mason, I’m going to wet myself and then you’ll have to buy a new mattress.”
I laughed and pressed her down the mattress with my body, careful not to let my full weight go, and buried my face in her neck.
It took a while before we both calmed, and I liked that even though I was no longer tickling her, her laughter still lingered in the air. There would be these mini outbursts coming from her every once in a while, making me smile, and wanting to hug her even tighter into me.
Her chest pushed against mine with every breath she took, and I took her skin in my mouth and sucked. I wanted to mark her in every way possible but knew I couldn’t. I took care to make sure I didn’t leave any mark on her skin.
Not when Max rarely ever missed anything.
She ran her hands up and down my back, letting out a content sigh.
“Mason?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
I burrowed myself further into her. I couldn’t look up at her, no matter how much I wanted to. Not at that moment. Not until I got my emotion under control. I kissed the tender flesh I had just abused, over and over again.
Then I cleared my throat before I spoke. “I love you, Olivia.”
So, so much.
43
Mason
I was in that room again. And I was alone. We were always alone. He knew he couldn’t take all of us at once, so he always isolated us before…
I was going to be sick.
The distinctive smell of hockey equipment nearly turned my stomach. The game I had loved to play so much as a child was now nothing more than a reminder of the nightmare I lived.
I didn’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t want to play anymore.
The door opening and then closing nearly sent my heart into overdrive. And then the sound of the lock clicking into place soured my stomach. I focused on breathing to keep my lunch down. That was all I could do right now.
I couldn’t run. I tried that once, and… I wasn’t fast enough. And I wasn’t strong enough to fight him off.
He placed one meaty hand on my shoulder, and I flinched.
“Shh,” he shushed quietly, gently. As if he was comforting me from something scary. But how could that be, when he was the scary thing I wanted to get away from.
“Please,” I begged, and I hated myself for it. I told myself I wouldn’t let him get to me, but the memories of the last time were still seared onto my brain. It had hurt. “I don’t want to do this.”
“Nonsense. Don’t you want to play well during tonight’s game?”
I shook my head, but nothing came out. I didn’t care about tonight’s hockey game. I didn’t care about anything but getting out of here.
I tried to move away, but he dug his hands into my shoulders, keeping me there. “You know how it is with boys your age. You have all this pent-up aggression inside of you, and we need to get rid of it to keep your focus on the game, right? I’m only doing this because you’re one of my best players, Mason.”
That was what he told the other guys.
Tears clung to my eyelashes. I shouldn’t cry. Max never cried, even when he broke his leg during one of his hockey games last year. I needed to be brave and strong, but the moment he moved one hand down my body, I didn’t want to be strong anymore.
I wanted my big brother, but he wasn’t here. He was two hours away. I was two hours away from home.
I let out a small whimper when I felt his hand at the hem of my jeans. “Go on. Undress for me. You know what to do. You don’t want to force my hand in this, do you?”
His other hand moved to my neck, squeezing a little to cut off air, but not enough to make me pass out. How I wished he would squeeze just a little tighter.
“You don’t do this, and I’ll have to send your brother those pictures we took. You don’t want that, do you? You don’t want him to see how dirty you’ve become, right?”
I clenched my hands into a tight fist, my fingernails digging into the skin, drawing blood. I closed my eyes. What would Max say if he could see me now?
I didn’t want him to be ashamed of me. I moved my hands down and undid my jeans, pulling them all the way down, until I was bare to him.
The tears I was trying so hard to hold in fell down the bridge of my nose and onto the old desk in front of me.
I closed my eyes. I was going to my happy place. A place far away from here. Far from this hell.
Please, just take me away.
Please.
“Mason, wake up. Please. It’s just a dream. Come back to me, baby. Please wake up. I’ve got you.”
The voice of my angel. She was here to take me to my happy place. And I wanted to go so bad, but his hold on me was too strong, and I hurt.
“Come back.”
Slowly, I opened my eyes to the darkened room. I wasn’t at hockey camp. I wasn’t in that room. I was in my own room, and I wasn’t twelve anymore.
“Olivia?”
“Yeah?”
She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, as if she was afraid to let me go. I was afraid she might let go. I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me, letting the weight of her body ground me in ways nothing else had ever done.
She kissed my chest. “You’re okay, Mason. I’m here.”
“You’re here,” I said gruffly. I needed her here with me, now and forever. I didn’t k
now how to let her go.
I tightened my arms around her. “I’m sorry I woke you, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry you had a nightmare.”
I shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. Although, I hadn’t had this nightmare for months now. I wondered what brought this on now.
We didn’t say anything for a while. Olivia ran her hand gently in circles around my chest, but she was letting me get my thoughts on straight before she asked. And I knew she would ask.
She had to be curious about what happened. My assault wasn’t something I talked about with anyone. Aside from the other boys who shared the same experience with me, I had only told Max, and it wasn’t by choice. The second day I was home from camp, Max came to my room without knocking while I was changing and saw all the bruises. I couldn’t lie to him, even if I wanted to.
Five years later, Terrance Hughes committed suicide, and no one knew why he did it, save for two souls.
Sometimes, I dreamed about my time with him in his office. Other times, I dreamed of that night in the cabin, and I wasn’t sure which was worse.
And I didn’t know how I could explain what happened to me, and not tell her about what happened to Terrance.
“It’s always happened the same way,” I said before she could ask. Olivia’s hand paused briefly before picking right back up. I focused on her touch. “We’d be called into his office. And then…” I let out a humorless laugh. “I was so goddamn innocent back then. I didn’t even know what he was doing, or why he was taking my pant off, until he actually did it. That first time, it was the night before our first game against a rival team. He told me I was one of the best players on the team, and like the cocky little kid that I was, I ate it up. And he told me he could do something for me to help me be a better player.
“And I wanted that. I wanted to get better. So, I went into his office that night, and I did as he told me. He said he needed me to get naked, so that was what I did. I wasn’t modest.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, hating how the memory still got to me.
Olivia leaned up and kissed my throat. I looked away from her, even though the room was bathed in darkness. I was glad for it. It was easier to tell her things in the dark.
