Fool for Love (Believe #2)

by Karen Ferry

  His grunts are wild in my ear as his other hand spanks my ass. Wetness pools in my pussy from the delicious pain, and he curses again.

  “Oh, god,” I moan when I begin to feel how close I am to coming.

  “Not yet, my love. Wait…”

  My love.

  I push hard onto the window before me and lean my forehead there, hoping that the cool glass will help me hold back. In the back recesses of my mind, I’m surprised how powerful my wish to obey him is.

  There is something so freeing in giving up my control when I’m with him like this.

  To let him guide me.

  To abandon all rational thought and all my concerns and to become lost in the pleasure only he can elicit in me.

  “Who do you belong to?” he growls as I feel something cold and wet on my puckered hole. He rubs the liquid around it in slow, even circles, and then his thumb pushes inside slowly.

  “You,” I moan loudly, willing my body to relax at the intrusion.

  “Yes,” he grits out as he stretches me fuller than I’ve ever been before. “You’re mine, waif…only mine. Nobody else’s.”

  I nod and gasp when his thumb leaves me, only to be replaced with the toy.

  “Garrett!” I mewl, shaking all over as he pushes it further in, inch by inch. When I feel a vibration hitting me, I give up entirely.

  I scream his name as I come, just like he wanted me to. Even with my eyes closed, they are hit by stars and light, and I cease to think about anything.

  My body gives way, but he holds me close, and I take in his scent as I, little by little, come down from my high.

  “Please don’t fall asleep on me now,” Garrett growls in my ear.

  I giggle faintly.

  “I won’t, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  He picks me up and carries me bridal style to our bed. I wiggle a bit when he sits down with me on his lap and turns me to lie facedown.

  “Hold still,” he grumbles.

  “Sir, the butt plug – it’s still in my ass,” I whisper, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

  “I know,” he smirks.

  I turn my head to glance at him. The vibrations have stopped, but I get a feeling that more is to come.

  I shiver as he puts a hand on my ass, and I can’t keep my eyes off his profile as he looks at it, a soft smile on his lips. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is wild, and his forehead and torso are covered with beads of sweat.

  I lick my lips and hum when he rearranges my legs so my lower half is up, my ass in the air, but my front is pushed down on his thighs. I place a hand on his left knee, the other on the mattress in front of me. I can feel his dick on my breasts, and I wish I could move so I could catch it with my mouth.

  His arm on my back prevents that from happening.

  “One day, I’ll fuck you in the ass,” he murmurs as his head descends. “But that wet cunt needs my dick soon.” His mouth lands on my ass cheek, and a tremble courses through me by the warmth of his kisses. His tongue touches my clit lightly, and I hum from the way he keeps up his incessant teasing, causing me to grow impatient with want for him again.

  I watch as he reaches behind him and he continues to worship my body. Soon after, the vibrations in my ass start up again. I bite my lip and close my eyes, giving in to the pleasure once more. His fingers find their way back to my drenched pussy, and I pant when he rubs my clit.

  “This won’t take as long as I’d like,” he groans against my skin, and I try to shake my head.

  Slap!

  I cry out from the first touch of his hand on my ass.

  Slap, slap, slap!

  “Oooh,” I moan. I don’t recognise the sound of my voice. It’s so deep. Throaty. Needy. I jump when this thumb and index finger pinches my clit hard.

  “Hush.”

  I try, I really do, but with each slap, each sting on my skin, I grow desperate for his dick.

  “Please,” I shout when he’s spanked me ten times.

  “Fucking hell, waif,” he grunts. He slowly takes out the butt plug and then lifts me up and places me down to straddle him. I look down to watch his hard dick, and instinctively wet my lips when I notice the pre-cum on the tip.

  He cradles my head and growls, “Look at me.”

  My eyes spring up, and I sigh from the intensity staring back at me.

  “This is more than fucking,” he whispers. “I don’t know what it is – just that it’s more.”

  I nod.

  I’ve known from the first time we were intimate.

  “Take off your bra,” he whispers. I reach behind me quickly. My breath hitches when his gaze lands on my bare breasts and he licks his lips.

  “Now…kiss me. Kiss me like you only need my kisses to be able to breathe.”

  My heart does somersaults in my chest, and I lean down slowly, never breaking eyes with him.

  “I need you,” I whisper just before my mouth closes on his. I kiss him with all that I am, trying to tell him that it’s the truth.

  He has my heart.

  He has my soul.

  He has all that I am for all eternity.

  I trace my tongue across his lips, and he lets me in on a long groan. As I deepen our kiss, I sigh when I feel his hands cover my breasts. I sit down slowly, rubbing my clit around the head of his cock, and his lips become more frantic. Our tongues dance together, lost in the pleasure, and his hands on my breasts become rougher, but I don’t mind.

  I love that I can make him lose control like this.

  Finally, I move a hand to his dick, holding it still, and lower my body to bring it inside me. I shudder when he fills me entirely. My thighs tremble from keeping still, and while I want to move, I also want this moment between us to last.

  He breaks our kiss and looks down where we’re joined before he puts a hand on my hip. He takes in my tattoo of the dragonfly on my hip bone, moving his thumb back and forth in soft strokes, and his breath catches in his throat.

  “Please move,” I groan when his lips close on my left nipple. I wrap my arms around his neck and move my legs to his back, locking them in place.

  I want to get as close to him as I can. To get under his skin.

  “I love your breasts,” he murmurs around my nipple before he laves it with his tongue and bites it. “I love that they’re small and fit the palms of my hands perfectly.”

  “Then you’re the first who does.” I gasp as his hips push up, his dick hitting my sweet spot.

  “I’ll also be your last,” he whispers.

  Before I am able to form a reply, he embraces me fully, his face turned to the side against my heart, and he makes slow, gentle love to me.

  I never thought that he could be like this, but as he rocks inside me, our bodies curled around each other, not leaving room for any space between us, that’s the only thing I can feel.

  This is what making love feels like.

  As our breaths become harder, our moans louder, he raises his head. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black, and his lips are swollen and wet.

  “Mouth,” he growls. I lean down to give him what he desires.

  I move faster and faster as our mouths go wild, drinking from each other, and his hands move down to grip my arse. The tingles in my spine intensify as he sets a relentless pace, slamming his dick up inside me. I wrench my mouth free from his and close my eyes when I feel the orgasm tear through me. His lips find my neck, and as he comes on a low moan, he bites down.

  Marking me.

  Possessing me.

  Owning me.

  Body and soul.

  I FALL BACK ON the bed, holding on tight to Suzy, and we rest for a while.

  Fuck me, this girl makes me forget everything.

  When I’m with her, there is no past.

  I run a hand down her spine and am filled with warmth when she snuggles closer on a soft sigh. My dick twitches inside her, and then I remember…

  No condom.

  I groan and rub my eyes. How the f
uck can I be so irresponsible?

  “What’s wrong?” she murmurs. I tighten my grip on her hip.

  “We forgot the condom.”

  Her body tenses slightly underneath me.

  “I’m so sorry, waif. I don’t know how I could forget.”

  She places a hand over my heart and leans away from me. I’ve no idea how she’ll react, but finding her smiling gently at me isn’t one of them.

  “I take it you’ve not gone bare for a while?” she teases me.

  I narrow my eyes. “No. I haven’t.”

  “And you’ve always used a condom in the past?”

  I nod.

  She leans back and shifts, turning her head to look out in the living room, and I wonder what she’s doing when her lips move without making a sound. I wait impatiently until her eyes return to mine.

  “We’re good,” she reassures me and stretches her arms in the air. My dick hardens as she wiggles her ass, and I can’t help but grin at her.

  Such a tease.

  “Besides, I’m also on the Pill, Garrett, and I’d be happy to take a test for you if you want that.”

  “I trust you,” I blurt. The realisation hits me right in the gut. It’s true – in moments like this, I do trust her with everything that I am. In the quiet of the night, when it’s just the two of us, I don’t hold any fear.

  Not until dawn breaks and a new day begins – when reality sets in, and the old fear grabs me once more.

  “You don’t trust me entirely,” she whispers, placing a hand on my cheek. “But in time, I hope you will.”

  I frown at her, but keep my silence. Looking to lighten the mood that has dropped a bit, I try to distract her by running my hands up her sides, and I palm her breasts gently.

  “Perfect,” I rasp.

  She leans down to give me a quick kiss and before I know it, she’s up and backing away from me.

  “No more, old man,” she laughs. “I need a break.”

  I chuckle and place an arm on the bed, leaning my head in my hand.

  “I thought that was my line,” I tease her.

  She rolls her eyes at me, shakes her head, and then turns her back before she walks away. I grin when I hear the soft click as she shuts the door to the bathroom, and on a heavy sigh, I lie back and turn my head to the windows.

  I hardly know what’s up and down anymore.

  Since Suzy came into my life, I’ve smiled more. I’ve laughed more. I’ve managed to crawl out of the darkness that cloaked me; but as I think back on all that’s happened the last couple of weeks, I realise that I’ve been the coward I swore I’d never become when I was a child. Apart from going through the motions, I’ve not been able to breathe properly for so long, but now – things are different.

  If I choose to let go of my past completely…

  “You look so serious, honey,” Suzy’s voice breaks me from my reverie, and I inhale deeply.

  “Just thinking.”

  She crawls over my lap and lies down beside me. I turn my head to take in her naked form.

  “What?” she asks me when I smirk at her.

  “Most women always cover themselves up after having sex, but you don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I love that you seem so comfortable in your own skin. It’s just a novelty for me, I guess.”

  She shrugs.

  “I’m not a prude, Garrett. True, I haven’t always been this…” she looks down and seems as if she’s searching for the right word. “…so open about my body, but…” She gives me back her eyes and leans down to tease my lips, flicking her tongue over them, and I tense from wanting her.

  “I know you love my body,” she whispers.

  I groan when she takes a firm grip on my balls.

  “And I love the way you look at me when I’m naked.”

  “Tell me,” I growl and still her hand with mine.

  “Like you want to gobble me up.”

  “I thought you wanted to rest,” I rasp, turning swiftly to cover her with my body. I take a firm grip on her wrists and hold her down.

  “Well, I thought so, too,” she pants as I place a soft kiss on her neck. “But then I saw the handcuffs and realised we weren’t quite done yet with tonight’s entertainment.”

  I chuckle and turn my head to look at the foot of the bed where I tossed them earlier.

  “You’re right,” I muse as I turn back to watch her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and there’s a knowing, feline smile grazing her lips – one that I’ll soon wipe away with my mouth.

  “Don’t move,” I whisper as I release her hands. I sit back on my haunches and grip my hard dick in my hand, rubbing it slowly from root to head.

  She licks her lips, and my eyes fall on her breasts.

  “I hope you’re ready for round two,” I rumble.

  “I’m ready, Sir,” she murmurs.

  I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my back. Hearing her submission is like an aphrodisiac to me, one I revel in.

  “Good.” I lean down until my lips hover above hers. “We can rest when we’re old.”

  She laughs, but it’s soon drowned by my searing kiss, replaced by sighs and moans.

  I let her take me away from the real world once more.

  Into her light.

  Where I’ll remain for as long as she’ll have me.

  “Tell me something in Danish,” I murmur as we lie in the dark. Suzy’s sprawled on top of me, her slender limbs keeping me warm, and a feeling of contentment settles over me as she runs her fingers through my chest hair. Her lips find the dreaded tattoo above my heart from time to time, and with each soft kiss she places on it, it’s as if she vanquishes the dark memories they symbolise. Her touch is like a balm to my soul.

  While I feel sated and drowsy, I’m still buzzing from our high, and sleep won’t come.

  “Uumm….” She laughs low. “I don’t know what to say!” She rests her chin on my chest and her smiling eyes meet mine.

  I shrug. “Just say anything. Please?”

  “Alright. Let me see.”

  She hums as her eyes cloud over, clearly lost in thought, and I wait patiently for her to do as I ask.

  “I’ve got it now. Ready?”

  Her grin is infectious, and I nod, smiling wide.

  “Here goes: Fem flade flødeboller på et fladt flødebollefad!”

  My smile vanishes instantly, and I frown.

  “What the fuck was that?”

  She begins to giggle like mad, and I shake my head when she slides away from me and tucks a blanket over her naked body.

  “Aaah,” she sighs after her fit is over. “You should’ve seen your face.”

  I place my arm on the bed and push up so I can see her more clearly.

  “What does it mean?” I ask her, strangely intrigued by the vast amount of “f’s” she used.

  “It’s a nursery rhyme,” she answers, resting her hand on my chin. “I wouldn’t know how to translate it for you. I think children in Denmark learn it in in kindergarten or school.”

  “I see. It sounded very…weird.”

  She grins again.

  “It is. But ‘flødeboller’ are absolutely delicious.”

  “Oh, so it has to do with some kind of dessert?” I arch an eyebrow at her, genuinely curious.

  “Well. Not exactly, but they’re a treat. Maybe I should google a recipe for you, and then you can try to make them?”

  “I’d like that.”

  Her eyes gentle and come down to rest briefly on my lips. The pad of her thumb rests there for a while, but then she rubs it slowly back and forth across the ridge marring my bottom lip. I tense slightly, and try to distract her.

  “How do you say ‘beautiful’?” I ask her.

  Her eyes find mine again.

  “‘Smuk’.”

  I try to say it, but from the suppressed laughter I find in her gaze, I know it’ll take more than a couple of attempts before I can get it right.

  “How about ‘chocolate’?”

 
“That’s almost the same as in English. ‘Chokolade’.”

  “Hmm…” I place my hand on her heart and take comfort in the strong, regular beat.”

  “Jeg ville ønske, jeg kunne se dit ansigt,” she whispers.

  I frown, tilting my head.

  “What was that?”

  She doesn’t answer me immediately, but asks me a question instead.

  “When are you going to shave that beard off, Garrett?”

  I tense further and grimace.

  “Why does it matter so much to you?” I grumble. My heart is hammering away in my chest, and while it’s kind of irrational, dread settles in my gut.

  “Because while I love how it feels when you go down on me, I can never tell your exact mood because it covers up so much of your face,” she whispers. “It makes me wonder if you’re hiding something from me…”

  I scowl and lie back down next to her.

  What do I tell her?

  The truth?

  “I like having a beard,” I hedge. “I’m not hiding anything.”

  Silence falls between us, and it’s heavy with the secrets I still hold close to my heart. Regret fills me when she leaves the bed, all wrapped up in her blanket as if she’s cold, but I don’t know how to give her what she wants.

  “Where are you going?”

  I try to mask my frustration, but I know she can hear it in my voice when her back stiffens.

  “If you must know, I’m going to take a shower and then sleep on the couch.”

  “What?!” I shoot up in bed and take a look at the clock standing on the bedside table.

  “Don’t act like a child,” I admonish her and get up to bring her back to bed.

  She swirls around to face me and I stop dead in my tracks when she prowls towards me, fire breathing in her eyes.

  “Don’t you fucking call me a child, you – you big, old oaf!”

  I wince when she jabs a finger in my chest.

  “Why do you keep doing this to me, Garrett? Why act all sweet and funny and…and normal if you still refuse to let me in? What’s the point?”

  Her mouth pinches shut when I don’t answer her immediately.

  “Great, here we are again,” she mutters. Then she spins on her heels, stomping away from me.