Credence

by Penelope Douglas

  I lift up, rubbing her little nub with my thumb and watching her tits move up and down. “I’m so glad you came to live with us, baby,” I say. “You want me to stop?”

  Her eyes watch my hand work. “No,” she rushes out in a whisper. “Please do it some more.”

  She claws down her thighs.

  “Do what some more?”

  “Lick me.”

  “Lick your what?” I tease, making the little bitch eat her words about me being weak.

  “My pussy,” she says, wetting her lips. “I like it when you do that. Please do it some more.”

  She falls back to the seat, closing her eyes and rolling her hips into my hand, hungry for me. “Please lick me down there again.”

  God, what those words do to me. We should be in a bed. I fist my cock with one hand, stroking it, while I dip down to keep eating her, because she likes it so much.

  I swirl and nibble, suck and lick, syncing with her breaths and going faster and harder as her lungs fill again and again.

  “Yes, yes,” she pants her, opening up wider, one leg through the opening between the front seats and the other up over the back seat. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, God.” She shakes, her short, shallow breaths wracking through her body. “Oh, God, Jake, you feel so good.”

  She sucks in a breath, and I know her orgasm is cresting, and…

  I stop, my tongue paused on her clit a moment before I raise my head.

  Her eyes remain closed, but after a moment, pain is etched across her face, and she blinks her eyes open. She finds me watching her.

  “No,” she begs. “Don’t stop. Please. What are you doing?”

  I leave a little kiss on her clit, feeling the pulse inside throb like she just ran a marathon, and I almost feel sorry for her.

  I rise up, looking down at her.

  “Jake,” she says, looking like she’s about to cry.

  But then her hands dip between her legs as she tries to finish herself off, but I take her wrists, pinning them to her sides.

  “Please.” She squirms with need.

  I lean down, leaving little kisses on her stomach. “I would never take your inheritance, because your money doesn’t interest me,” I tell her between kisses. “It would never occur to me to force you to live here, because I don’t have to. You like me.”

  I smirk as I trail kisses up to her tits, licking a nipple.

  “So don’t worry,” I taunt. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I hated your fucking slimy parents, but they left me a really pretty piece of ass who likes it when I lick her pussy.”

  I cup her between her legs, rubbing my palm over her clit and dipping the tip of my middle finger into her cunt.

  Her hips shoot off the seat.

  I push her stomach back down and do it again, swirling some wetness around her.

  I slide it in a little deeper.

  She arches up, grabbing my wrist with both hands. “No…”

  I kiss her mouth, her soft lips loving me back. “I know. You still have your cherry. It’s okay,” I soothe her, bringing more wetness out and swirling it around her pussy. “I’ll get you ready.”

  Keeping the tip of my finger inside her, I dive down again and start working her clit, bringing her back and giving her the orgasm I took away in punishment for her smart mouth.

  “Uncle Jake,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, baby,” I tell her. “It’s yours. Take it.”

  Sucking and licking, I speed up my mouth as I hear her body get more excited, panting harder and harder. I dip my finger in and out—just the tip—over and over again, and when she starts coming in for it, planting her hand on the door behind her head to thrust her body to meet my finger, I smile to myself, because she’s ready to be filled. She knows it’s what she needs.

  She groans, her tits bobbing back and forth, and my mouth and finger work, I’m dying, because her tight, little cunt around my finger is lighting my body on fire. She’s wet and soft, her folds around my finger giving me a small taste of what my dick will be feeling in just a minute.

  Her pussy tightens, her breathing stutters, she bites down on her bottom lip as she squeezes her eyes shut and moans.

  “Jake!” she cries out, and I feel it. Wetter and hotter, she coats my finger, and I’m about to fucking come myself.

  Fuck.

  Rising up, I stare down at her as I reach into the center console, pulling out a condom.

  “No,” she whimpers, rising up and looking up at me. “Bare. Please? I want to feel all of it my first time.”

  My cock twitches, wanting that, too. I don’t want anything between us.

  But I shake my head. “I won’t be able to pull out of you,” I tell her. “Not the first time.”

  She kisses my stomach. “Do you usually use rubbers?”

  I hold her head to me, reveling in her mouth. “Always.”

  The last woman I fucked without one was my wife sixteen years ago.

  She eyes me. “I’ve been on the pill a long time,” she says. “Fuck me bare.”

  She licks my abs, and my stomach tightens.

  A light layer of sweat coats the back of her neck, and I push her back down on the seat, coming down on top of her and covering her mouth with mine.

  Her hands go to my hips, both of us pushing my jeans and hunting pants down, and as soon as my dick is free, her hand wraps around the long, hard shaft.

  Everything swells and heats up, my stomach on fire.

  “Fuck, Tiernan,” I murmur over her lips. “Fuck.”

  She licks my lips as I crown her entrance, and I lift up, so I can look down at her as I push inside.

  “Spread your legs,” I tell her.

  She hangs one through the opening between the front seats and presses one into the back seat again, and I grip the door above her head with one hand and her hip with the other, thrusting my hips and pushing my cock inside her.

  “Ahhh!” she cries out, digging her nails into my chest.

  My arms almost give out. “Tiernan,” I moan, closing my eyes at the pleasure. It’s so hot and tight. Fuck, she’s wet.

  She shakes, her mouth open in surprise or pain, I don’t know.

  I lean down to kiss her. “You’re doing good. Just hold onto me.”

  Her breathing calms, and I hate that I have to do this, but it’s better not to tell her anyway. I slide out, almost all the way, and then thrust, sinking all the way inside her this time, to the hilt.

  Her back arches off the seat, a pained look crossing her face, and she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut.

  I kiss her lips gently. “Good girl.”

  “Oh, God.”

  It takes a moment for her eyes to open, but as soon as her breathing calms and her body relaxes, she glides her hands up my back and kisses me.

  “That was the hard part.” I nibble her lips and settle between her thighs. “This is the fun part.”

  I move, thrusting my cock inside of her, sliding in nice and deep how she likes it. Her legs fall open more and more, and I hold myself up, looking down at her body lying open for me and taking me.

  Her pretty breasts bob back and forth, and I run my free hand up and down her body, squeezing her tit, her neck, and holding her face.

  “God,” she moans. “When you go deep…”

  I smile and lean back down, pumping her as I suck her neck and ear, and then her mouth.

  “You like it?” I taunt.

  She nods. And then she grabs my waist, guiding me into her as she rolls her hips to meet me.

  Fuck yes. That’s it. Liquid heat courses down my body, and I thrust harder and harder.

  “Yes,” she pants, holding onto me as she arches up to kiss my neck. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.” She layers her lips with mine, her breath hot and wet. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

  The nerves under my skin fire, and I feel her heat wrap me up as I push her thighs up higher and drive into her. “Tiernan…”
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  I kiss her deep, licking her sweat, reveling in the heat inside the cab, and tasting my life all those years ago when I would’ve died happy doing this to someone for the rest of my life.

  I look down at Tiernan, her body taking everything I’m giving, and I swear I want to swallow her whole. I’d forgotten what this felt like.

  To actually want to make someone happy.

  She comes up, locks of her hair stuck to her face, and sinks her tongue into my mouth, her body tensing and shuddering as her moan drifts down my throat.

  Her pussy contracts, and I know I don’t have to hold it anymore.

  She lets out a cry, and I thrust, throwing my head back and driving into her again and again, harder and harder.

  Heat fills my groin, the blood rushes, and I come, spilling deep inside her with one final thrust.

  My lungs empty, and I nearly collapse, dropping my head to her shoulder.

  “Holy shit,” I murmur, breathing a mile a minute.

  Her arms circle me, her thighs tightening around my waist, and I run my hand up her leg, up her cute socks and hot thighs, over the curve of her ass, and up her torso.

  Lifting my head, I stare down at her.

  “Don’t talk,” she says right away. “You’ll ruin this. Feel guilty later.”

  I laugh, kissing her forehead and her lips before bending down to take her nipple in my mouth.

  “I don’t want to leave,” I tell her, “but if we run out of gas, we’ll run out of heat.”

  “That’s okay.” She arches her breast up into my mouth, moaning. “I’m already sweating.”

  She drags her nails up my back, and I kiss down her body before leaning back to look down at her.

  She glistens and glows, beautifully destroyed in the backseat of my truck.

  Sitting up, she spreads her thighs a little and slips a hand between her legs, trying to look down there like she’s trying to see something.

  I quirk a smile. “Expecting something to look different?”

  She smiles to herself, blushing a little.

  Then, she looks up at me, her eyes wide. “Can we do it again?”

  My mouth falls open, and I’m fucking hard again.

  Jesus Christ.

  Hell yes. Fine. Whatever. The longer we stay in this truck, the longer I can put off facing myself in the mirror.

  “You ever ride a mechanical bull?” I ask her.

  She nods. “At a fair once.”

  I sit back and pull her into my lap, so she straddles me. “This is just like that.”

  And I kiss her, slipping inside her once again.

  Jake

  It’s nineteen degrees, and I’m fucking sweating. I lift Tiernan into my arms, her arms and legs wrapping around me as I walk us up the steps of the house, our lips locked together, kissing as we make our way for the door.

  “Don’t fall,” she murmurs between kisses.

  “I’m not gonna fall.”

  Just then I slam my shin into a chair on the deck and stumble, grunting.

  Fuck.

  We tighten our arms around each other, but she laughs quietly anyway.

  Her jeans are still open, her shirt barely buttoned, and mine’s not buttoned at all. It’s too fucking hot right now. We get to the door, and I heft her up higher, looking up into her eyes. “You feeling bad about any of this yet?”

  I don’t mean physically, just… I don’t know.

  I’m too old. She’s too young. This was a mistake.

  But I know damn well I’d make it again given half the chance. It hasn’t been that good for me in a long time.

  She touches my face, her eyes gentle. “No,” she finally replies. “I’m glad it was you.”

  I stare up at her.

  She leans in, and I close my eyes as she kisses my forehead, my cheek, and then my mouth. “Anyone else wouldn’t have made it so perfect,” she tells me. “You were gentle and slow and you made it feel good.” She tips her forehead to mine. “I’m glad it was you.”

  My throat tightens, and I grab the back of her neck and bring her in, kissing her. I still feel guilty, but… at least she doesn’t, and I can only be grateful for now.

  And part of what she says eases my nerves a bit. Assholes like Holcomb wouldn’t have cared to make sure she enjoyed it or someone her age wouldn’t have had much experience to know how to make sure she enjoyed it. I certainly didn’t at eighteen. At least I could give her that.

  But was it special?

  Her sweet mouth and taste and the heat between her legs warming my stomach washes over me, and I tighten my hold, feeling fucking high and wanting to smile for the first time in forever. She feels like…

  Like Flora did.

  Except with Tiernan, it feels easier somehow. Like I might not hurt her. She’s strong.

  “This can’t happen again, though,” I tell her.

  She nods, amusement in her eyes as she looks down at me. “Okay.”

  But her tone is too compliant. Like she doesn’t believe me.

  “I mean it,” I snip. “You’re going to college. Don’t think about falling in love with me.”

  “I won’t.”

  She’s not taking me seriously.

  “We released some pent-up frustration, and hopefully I gave you a worthy coming-of-age experience,” I say. “But that’s it. It stops now.”

  “Gotcha.”

  Bitch.

  I paw for the door handle and lower her to her feet, both of us trying to hold back our smiles. She knows she has months of cold, lonely nights to ambush me with her beautiful body.

  “You got any more of those thigh-high socks?” I ask, throwing open the door.

  “What do you care?” she teases.

  I chuckle, both of us stepping into the house, but we see the boys sitting in the living room ahead, immediately with turned heads and eyes on us. Our laughter quiets, and we both stop, meeting their gazes.

  Noah’s eyes trail up and down me, and I realize again that my shirt is open, and her hair looks like it was caught in a hurricane.

  Shit. My smile falls.

  Kaleb sits in the chair by the fire, his eyes turned toward us, while Noah watches us over his shoulder, a sound like shuffling cards hitting me, but I can’t see what’s in his hands.

  Tiernan stiffens, looking up at me.

  “Why don’t you go on to bed?” I mumble to her.

  She nods, throws a glance in the boys’ direction, and heads up the stairs, holding her shirt closed.

  Without meeting the boys’ eyes again, I whip off my shirt and head through the kitchen and into the shop, hearing them rise from their seats and follow me.

  Turning on the faucet to the sink, I stick my head under the cold water, my muscles and nerves relishing and relaxing under the icy bath.

  The water pours over my hair and cascades over my neck, and I swipe a quick drink before I turn it off and grab the towel off the dryer.

  I see Kaleb still on the stairs, leaning against the wall, while Noah stands close, watching me.

  “I fucked up,” I say, drying off my face and neck.

  What the hell is she going to think about all this in twenty years?

  “I know I fucked up.”

  Noah stands there like a wall, still as stone, but then he lashes out. He throws his arm, swiping everything off the top of the dryer.

  Containers and a laundry basket crash to the floor, and he picks up a paint bucket and heaves it at the garage door. It bangs and hits the floor, teetering for a few seconds before it stops moving.

  He breathes hard. “And if I want her, too?”

  “You don’t want her.” I shake my head, tossing the towel. “You’re latching onto anything that will hold you here.”

  “And you? You’re not going to marry her and keep her up here. Have babies and all that shit,” he barks. “She’s leaving in the spring. Going to college and moving on with her life. I might leave with her.”

  I flex my jaw and step up to him, his eye
s just a hair below mine. “I’m not sharing a woman with my sons.”

  “How convenient,” he spits back. “After you took her away from us the other night. We had her first.”

  “No, you didn’t. The night of the last race when you both were upstairs with who-knows-who? We were down here in the kitchen. I had to…” I look away, shame warming my skin. “It didn’t go far, but something started that night.”

  “Kaleb had already been on her out here the night when he came home from the cabin weeks ago,” Noah retorts.

  What? I shoot my eyes up to Kaleb, his gaze slowly rising to meet mine.

  You’ve got to be kidding me.

  “But you got her cherry, so…” Noah adds snidely.

  I look at him hard. I know he’s right. They’d be a lot more suited to her than I would.

  But…

  “I like her,” Noah says, his voice unusually gentle. “‘There are times when I just want to be close to her.”

  I meet his eyes.

  “I’m not going to stop myself, unless she stops me,” he warns me.

  And what am I supposed to say? ‘She’s mine. Back off. You can’t take her, because… why?’ Why can’t he have her?

  I’m not claiming her. She’ll leave, and this will end, because it has to. I’m not taking her life from her and saddling her here.

  I shouldn’t have touched her.

  Slowly, I start to nod. “Just act right,” I tell him. “She’s free to make her choices. You act right.”

  A smile curls his lips, and he backs away, Kaleb and him disappearing back into the house.

  It’s only right, right? I didn’t have any business fucking with her in the first place. I don’t want her to think I don’t want her, but I don’t want her getting attached, either. It’s better to stop it sooner, rather than later.

  I kick off my boots and head into the house, grabbing a beer from the fridge as the boys watch TV as I pass by, catching Kaleb’s eyes as I climb the stairs, him holding my gaze a lot longer than he ever does. The nice thing about my oldest is his anger is never verbal. The bad thing is it usually ends up in him disappearing into the mountains for weeks on end. I’ll need to talk to him tomorrow. I don’t like it when he goes in the snow, but he’s always stupid enough to do exactly what he wants anyway.