by Taylor Rose
“I need you,” she begged breathlessly.
I positioned myself in front of her opening, lightly circling it. Her hands clawed into my back, her fingernails dug into my skin.
My self-control was hanging on by a thread.
“Kieran,” she hummed, snapping the remaining control in less than a second.
I plunged into her slick, tight opening. All the way to the hilt. She was so wet and tight, like a fucking vice squeezing the shit out of me.
The air whooshed from her lungs and she continued to claw at my back.
Slowly, I pulled out before plunging right back in to let her adjust to my size. I needed her pussy to stretch just a little bit, so that I would last more than a minute.
I rested my forehead against hers murmuring, “Fucking perfect. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yours.”
Never in my life had something felt as good as being inside of her.
Using my thumb, I rubbed her clit in circles. She squirmed beneath me, gyrating her hips.
I rocked in and out of her pussy, the head of my dick hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
“Kieran,” she moaned. “Right there! Right fucking there!”
I picked up my pace, holding back my own orgasm so I could feel her cum.
“Cum around my cock,” I drawled. “Milk me dry, baby.”
A strangled sound echoed in her throat. She clawed my back, scratching the shit out of me with her nails. She rocked her hips against my thumb, taking what she needed. I could feel the erratic pulse of her clit on my finger. It taunted me with her release, so using my thumb and index finger, I pinched her clit tightly and gave her body what it wanted so damn badly. Her back arched off of the bed and her toes curled. Her hands grabbed the sheet beneath us and she bunched the fabric in her fingers until her knuckles became white.
“Kieran, Kieran, Kieran,” she chanted. Over and over again while her pussy pulsated, squeezing the life out of my cock. Taking me right along with her as my orgasm ripped right through me, milking me completely dry and stealing every ounce of cum my body once had.
Jesus fuck.
Pulling out of her warm pussy was the hardest thing I had ever had to do, but I did it. Using my thumb and index finger, I pulled the condom off of my half chub, tied it in a knot and threw it in the garbage can next to my bed.
My body collapsed, sinking into the mattress. I pulled her in my arms and she curled into me, laying her head on my chest. Unable to move, I murmured incoherent thoughts as I drifted off into sleep.
Spent from my day.
Spent from fucking her.
Spent from finally losing my virginity.
Just fucking completely spent.
But, spent with her which was better than anything I could have ever asked for.
All I needed was her.
I stretched my limbs out, letting the coolness from the sheets wash over my skin.
My head was resting on a fluffy pillow, and my body was cocooned by my man. His warmth seeped into me, reminding me that I was safe in his embrace.
I was safe.
A smile tugged at my lips and a blush spread over my cheeks and neck thinking about last night.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think it could be that good.
His dirty mouth turned me on, lighting a fire of desire in my gut that felt like it would never go out.
He fucked me like a man starved, and then pulled me close and cuddled me like my protector.
He was perfect. He was mine.
A yawn forced itself on me, showing me just how tired I really was from our marathon last night.
Last night was the best night of my life.
Not only did he plan the perfect date night, one that would forever be embedded in both my mind and heart, but then he finally fucked me, and he fucked me good. Really fucking good.
Round one blew my mind, so much so, I was hardly able to form words.
He woke me up in the middle of the night, kissing my inner thigh. Ready and waiting for round two.
He worshiped my body.
The light streaming in our bedroom window was bright and blinding right now.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I tried to focus on anything other than sex, but that proved to be more difficult than I originally thought.
My pussy was deliciously sore. I could almost still feel him inside of me. He stretched me out so good that my body was having trouble adjusting to being empty again.
The mattress shifted and I felt a light kiss placed on my temple. Just a small brush of his lips on my skin and my heart pounded harder in my chest.
I sighed loudly, completely and utterly secure with myself. Completely satisfied.
He chuckled huskily, the sleep still clouding his voice.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered deeply against my skin. The heat of his breath caused me to shiver and left a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
“Hmmmhmmm,” I nodded and hummed my agreement.
Another kiss landed on the side on my eye, causing it to flutter from the foreign contact.
My eyes popped open, hazily taking in the view.
Kieran was laying on his side staring at me. His knuckles fluttered over the skin of my tummy, leaving behind a ticklish trail in their wake. His other hand was under his head, propping up his amazing naked body. His eyes were locked on mine, taking in every detail of my face, including the expressions that passed over me.
A blush swept my cheeks. Staring was one thing, but being caught staring was another. I curled my chin into my chest, trying to hide from him.
His hand reached out and lightly grabbed my chin in his hand. He tilted my head so that I was staring at him again. This time, in his eyes.
He smiled, a full dimple faced smile. His eyes were a bright amber color, swirling with love. His five o’ clock shadow was a little longer and more untamed than usual. His brown wavy locks were secured in a bun at the back of his head. A few wisps of hair had escaped, sticking out at random places on his head. The muscles of his chest and abs were taut but gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. His arm muscles bulged with every movement he made.
He was so damn hot. Hot as fucking sin. Scorching. Deliciously rugged with a slight small town boy charm. His smile reached his eyes which made him look younger. Not so tough.
But he was perfect.
I must have been staring too long, because he coughed into his hand to get my attention and then he busted out laughing right after he coughed.
Playfully, I slapped him on the arm.
His head snapped up and his gaze landed on me so intensely it caused my body to quiver. His eyes penetrated my defenses causing them to crumble down around my feet. His nostrils flared out and his lip curled up in disgust and a growl started low in his throat.
I flinched back. The air in the room dropped in temperature, the chill found its way down to my bones, causing me to shiver.
Looking down, I realized he was staring at my scars. The awful, nasty words of an abusive crazy asshole. One who should never have been able to hurt me the way he did, except for the fact that I let him.
I had forgotten about them until now. Now, I not only remembered them, I felt the slicing pain of them all over again. They burned, engulfing my torso in a flaming explosion, searing my body at the same time they seared my soul.
A sour feeling swirled in my gut. I moved my arms to cover both the words on my chest and the one on my stomach.
I slammed my eyes closed and my lips trembled. How could I have been so stupid? To think that they would never define me when they were fucking etched into my skin, visible to him. Goddamn it!
Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back. I wasn’t willing to let him see just how vulnerable I was. I refused to let anyone see me that way again.
A tear escaped, and trailed down my face. But before it could fall, the warmth and familiar touch of Kieran�
�s thumb had swiped it away. My head slammed backward, trying to get away from him. Away from his touch. Away from his judgment. Just away.
He sharply inhaled.
“Baby, open your eyes please,” he whispered.
I frantically shook my head no. Hell fucking no.
“I need to see your pretty blues, Figgy. Open your eyes, love.”
I inhaled a huge gulp of air, the oxygen stinging my lungs.
“No,” I whispered harshly.
“Look. At. Me,” he demanded, his voice holding just a little bit of frustration.
I clenched my eyes tightly, making sure to keep them closed. No way was I opening them, not with the way I was feeling. Not when he would be able to see how deep the pain ran just by looking into them.
A strangled sound came from his throat, almost like a whine.
“So goddamn stubborn,” he grumbled. His voice was getting higher and higher each time he spoke. I could feel how frantic and desperate he was becoming.
He inhaled a huge gulp of air and held it in his lungs for thirty seconds before letting it out slowly.
“Figgy, baby, please just look at me,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. “You. Are. Prefect. So fucking perfect, I have a hard time believing you’re real. I know what you’re thinking, but baby, you’re wrong. You’re so fucking wrong, and it’s killing me to know that you think I care about something so shallow.”
I tried to push some saliva down my sore throat.
“Erase what you think about your scars, baby. You’re not any of the words that were cut into your skin. They’re not ugly. They’re not dirty. They’re not disgusting or repulsive. They’re part of you. Possibly, the best part of you. They prove just how strong you really are,” he sighed as he wiped away another couple of tears that had escaped. “I don’t think one bad thing about them. Each cut, each scab, each fucking bruise on your body is goddamn beautiful. They only enhance your beauty, not hinder it. Actually, they make you even more irresistible to me, as if you were made for me. And only me.”
My eyes popped open, as understanding dawned on me. Tears flooded my vision blurring my sight, but I could make out Kieran on his hands and knees before me, pleading with me to listen to him.
“Do my scars change how you feel about me? Are you repulsed? Disgusted? Do you even notice them anymore?” he asked me lightly.
I balled my hands into fists and slammed them into the bed.
“No, of course not,” I strangled out. “I could never think that.”
He nodded his head. “Same here, baby. The next time that thought even crosses your mind, think about how if it doesn’t matter to you that I have them. Why would it matter to me that you have them?”
One sob broke free, shaking my body before I held the rest in. My hands flew to cover my mouth, to hold in the escaping crying. Tears fell frantically down my face and my throat burned with every breath I took.
Yesterday, I thought that his words to me were my undoing. I thought that I would never hear anything better in my entire life.
I was wrong.
I knew now that I would never be told anything as beautiful, as perfect, as fucking freeing as the words he just graced me with.
“Oh god,” I hiccupped with a cry.
In a flash, Kieran had pulled me in his lap and was holding onto me so tightly that I thought he had glued himself to my skin. His arms squeezed reassuringly around my waist and his head was laying in the crook of my neck. He was breathing deeply as if inhaling my scent.
“I’m so sorry! I can’t believe my mind even went there,” I cried into his chest as he rubbed circles into my back with his hand.
He cooed to me, trying to get me to calm down. But in the back of my mind, I had betrayed him for even having those thoughts. Of course he wouldn’t judge me, he had scars on his own body for fucks sake.
Sometimes insecurities pop up and you feel as though you aren’t good enough. You feel fat. You feel ugly. You feel dumb. You feel dull and just not good enough. And nothing you tell yourself helps.
He just slammed each and every insecurity I had into a million pieces.
“I wasn’t mad at you, baby. It was just a reflex… A habit. I’ll try to get over it, I will. Mitch really fucked me up, huh?”
Oh my fucking god.
A cry broke free, strangled and screechy from my mouth.
“Oh my fucking god,” I wailed. “He used to hit you.”
I cried and cried, until all of my tears were dried up.
He flinched and got all hard eyed and stony faced because Mitch used to hit him.
And I was so self-centered, I thought it was about me. When in reality, it had nothing to do with me.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from all of my crying.
He took a deep breath.
“No baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you felt so bad about your body that you assumed I was acting like a dick to you because of it,” he murmured to me in a calming voice as his arms tightened around my waist.
“I love you for you, Figgy. Not your looks. Not your body. Not anything other than who you are inside.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
“I love you too, Charming.”
Still naked, we lay there cuddled up together for so long that my eyes started to droop. Exhaustion was setting in. Kieran shook me awake by picking me up in his strong arms and carrying me into the bathroom. He set me on the counter, walked over to the shower and less than a minute later, steam took over the room.
I was about to ask what was going on when he twisted his head and winked at me. The words wouldn’t leave my mouth. My thoughts jumbled around in my head and the only thing I continued to think about was his sexy ass wink.
He stalked out, leaving me alone in the gorgeous room. Not knowing what to do, I stayed seated, hoping he would be back soon. Hot steam stuck to my bare body, causing my nipples to harden.
Kieran walked in with his back to me, talking on the phone that he was holding to his ear.
“We’re going to pick her up from school today, if that’s okay,” Kieran said into the phone.
My heart soared, he was making it so that we could pick up my little sister today. He knew that I needed to see her. Hear her. Know that she was alright.
I nodded my head frantically, agreeing with his idea. A smile transformed my face at the thought.
“That’s fine, I don’t care. She can still be there if she wants to, but we’re going to be the ones to take her home today. Figgy needs her,” he explained to the person on the phone. Not quite annoyed, but also done with the conversation already.
He nodded his head. “Perfect, thanks man.”
He pressed a button on his phone, ending the call.
“We have to be there in an hour and a half, so we can shower and eat–,” he stopped talking mid-sentence.
He had turned his body around and was staring at me hungrily. When he licked his lips, his whiskey colored eyes blazed with heat, causing my pussy to clench together in anticipation.
He stalked toward me, reaching me in only three steps. Eyes locked on mine, he grabbed me by my ass off the counter, one cheek in each hand, and carried me over to the already running shower. He slowly set me down on the tile, so that my feet were on solid ground, but his hands stayed where they were on my ass so he could keep squeezing and kneading it.
My feet were standing on the cold tile floor held up by my wobbly legs. I opened the shower door with one hand and took a step inside. Kieran’s hands followed my ass cheeks, as if they was attached to me or something.
I chuckled.
Because seriously, how funny?
I took another step inside, and continued to walk into the shower until both Kieran and I were submerged by the hot cascading water. My body shivered from the change in temperature, but then my muscles relaxed under the heat. I closed my eyes tightly so that the w
ater didn’t completely blind me. My shoulders sagged in relief as all of the tension I had been holding in my neck rolled out of me.
I took my first normal breath, finally feeling completely at ease.
Standing under the falling water, I let it wash all of my troubles away. Cleansing me. I shook my shoulders, letting my hair sway under the steady stream of warm water.
Opening my eyes, I looked behind me to where Kieran was standing, and when my eyes locked on his, the intensity pouring out of them zapped me right in my gut. I was drenched between my thighs, and it wasn’t from the shower. I looked down and found his hands were now placed on my hips, but rose slowly over the curve of my waist to the swell of my breasts. The left hand was tangled in my hair, while the right stayed where it was, lightly feathering the skin under my right breast.
He grabbed my hair to tilt my head to the left, exposing my neck.
Leaning down, his lips found my throat right under my right ear. He took a deep breath, and the air he was breathing in and out made my toes curl. He placed slow, wet kisses under my ear, letting the heat from his breath intermix with the cold from his saliva. He darted his tongue into my ear for a second, twisting it around while his right hand had moved to cup my breast.
“Fuck,” I moaned out, letting my need seep through my words.
Moving his lips down, he peppered slow seductive kisses down the side of my neck, all the way to the hollow of my throat and down my collar bone to my shoulder blade. He nipped the hollow of my throat with his teeth, which caused my pulse to spike.
Using the index finger of his right hand, he circled my pebbled nipple, touching it so lightly it hardly felt like a touch at all. It was sinfully frustrating. My hips rocked back and forth involuntarily, using my own friction to get me closer and closer to orgasm.
He growled into my throat, the sound flowing into my body and straight to my core. Another gush of wetness pooled in between my thighs.
“I can smell your arousal, baby,” he purred. “So damn hot.”
I panted, like a damn cat in heat. Waiting. Begging to be touched.
He continued to kiss up my neck, stopping once to pull my skin into his hot mouth. He sucked on me, using his tongue to simultaneously lick back and forth on my neck while he bit a chunk into his teeth.
