Silent Scars (Surviving #4)

by Ada Frost

  “Oh God.” She arched into me, pushing her body against me.

  I placed my hands either side of her head and held my body above her. She snarled at me and reached out to pull me back.

  “Tell me,” I demanded.

  “Ryan.”

  I cupped both her breasts firmly. “Do you want my hands here?” She opened her mouth to answer, but I moved, taking one of my hands and sliding it into her panties, cupping her pussy. Jesus the lace was soaked and so fucking warm.

  “Ryan,” she gasped, pushing into my hand. I loved her breathy moans. My dick was pushing insistently against the zipper of my pants. The bastard wanted out.

  “What do you need, tiny dancer. Tell me.” I pressed my mouth against her neck and sucked on the sensitive skin.

  “You. I need you.”

  I pushed the lace aside, needing to feel her heat against my fingers. Her clit was calling to me. I slid my finger into her wet warmth and groaned. She was a greedy girl.

  “Your pussy is so fucking tight.” I slid another finger inside of her, going out of my mind at her desperate moans. “My cock is desperate to feel this.”

  “Oh God.”

  I hooked my arm around her back and rolled us so she was on top. I grabbed one of her hands and held it against my dick.

  “See what you do to me.” I held her hand against me and thrust against her. She gripped me, squeezing as I fucked her hand through my pants. I curled my fingers inside her, bringing another moan from her. I released her hand and cupped the back of her head, needing to kiss her. I fucked her mouth with my tongue. I groaned when her nimble fingers worked at my zipper. She freed me and her skin against my sensitive cock nearly had me exploding in her hand.

  “This belongs to me now, Mr Senior,” she whispered against my ear, kissing, licking and nipping my neck. “Does it taste as delicious as the rest of you?” she uttered before working her sexy body down mine. Aloura moved with such sensual grace it was like watching a choreographed dance. Her nails scraped down my torso, causing a hot burn on my skin. She paused her movements to unbuckle my pants. She yanked them down to my thighs, taking my boxers, freeing my demanding cock.

  I was a prisoner to her gaze as she watched me watching her. Her pink tongue darted out, over those luscious ruby lips to lick the tip. I cursed and threw my head back into the pillow, growling as her warm tongue lavished me.

  “Fuck, Aloura. Fuck, it’s too much.” I was sixteen the last time a woman had her mouth on me. I fisted my hand in her hair, intending to pull her from me. But I was rendered immobile when her lips circled my cock and took me into her mouth.

  I’d reached fucking heaven. I gripped her hair and rocked my hips, filling her mouth. She teased the tip before sucking deep. When she gagged, I pulled at her hair. I didn’t want her to feel she had to do that shit.

  “Aloura.” I moaned when she cupped my balls, licking at the tip like a fucking snow cone. “Baby.”

  I was going to come, and I really didn’t want to yet. I curled my hands under her arms and pulled her up my body and covered her mouth with mine. She tasted of me. I used my hands to push our remaining clothing off our legs until we were both naked.

  Rolling us so I was again on top of her, I looked at us. My darker skin against her flawless creamy skin. My cock was nestled between us. I thrust against her, watching as it slid through her folds. She tilted her hips, giving me a better view. Her hand slid between us. She covered my dick with her fist, rubbing me against her clit. I glanced up at her. She had her head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open as she pleasured herself.

  I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

  I reached over and grabbed a condom. Manoeuvring so I could stay connected to her but had both hands free. I pressed against her knees to widen them. I was transfixed by my cock sliding over her pussy.

  “You look fucking amazing with my dick on you.”

  Her legs were twitching, and I knew with the gentle mewls she was almost there. I thrust again and pushed two fingers inside her at the same time. Her hold on me tightened, and she pressed against me, rolling her hips faster. She made gasped, choked sounds and lifted a hand to squeeze her nipple.

  I wrapped my cock just as she whimpered out the start of her orgasm, and thrust inside her hard. She cried out and clutched at my shoulders. Her eyes widened, and she held her breath. I could feel her pulsing around me. Tightening. I buried my face in her neck and moved within her.

  She panted out a choked breath, her orgasm sucking at me.

  “Holy hell,” she gasped and clung to me as I thrust inside her.

  I lifted up so I could watch her. Holding myself above her, I slowed my pace and savoured her.

  Loving her.

  An achy pain radiated through my chest as I watched her. She was so beautiful. And she had just given me such a gift. As if she could feel the turmoil beginning within me, she cupped my cheek and smiled.

  I pressed my forehead against hers, unable to speak. A firework of epic proportions had just exploded inside me. Aloura Cavendish had completely claimed me body and soul. I closed my eyes when I felt an unfamiliar stinging at the backs of my eyes. I gripped at her shoulders, pushing inside her so deep. I needed to feel everything. I never wanted her to let me go.

  “Never leave me,” I begged, my voice cracking.

  “I swear it.”

  My hold was damn near punishing, but I couldn’t let go. I was going to hurt her. My stomach twisted at the thought. Almost like she could hear my thoughts, she gripped at me just as desperately. Stabbing at my skin with her nails.

  “I’m here,” she whispered against my ear. And those words released a tornado of emotions within me. “I’m here,” she whispered again, pressing a kiss against my temple.

  My thrusts were jerky and uncontrolled.

  “I’m sorry,” I sobbed as my balls tightened and tears rolled down my face. She cupped my cheeks and kissed away the tears as I emptied myself inside her. I ruined everything, our first time. I clung to her, letting my fear go. Dissolving the pain inside me.

  “I’m sorry,” I choked as I buried my face in her neck.

  “I’m here. I’ll always be right here,” she said, pressing her hand to my heart. “I’ll never let go.”

  I released it all, everything inside me cracked open, and I flooded her with all my pain.

  ***

  I finished making coffee and was placing Aloura’s toast on the tray when my cell rang. I reached out and picked it up from the counter.

  “Hey.”

  “Morning. How’s things?” Will asked.

  I couldn’t help but smile because things were fucking fantastic. Aloura was currently naked in my bed after making love to me all night. The woman was insatiable. Actually I’d woken her twice because I couldn’t resist that sweet pussy.

  “Couldn’t be better. How are you?” I grinned. Now I understood the saying “you need to get laid.” Will remained silent for so long I thought the call had disconnected. “Will?”

  “Is this Ryan?”

  “Don’t be a dick. What did you want?”

  “Erm... I’ve forgotten. You’ve thrown me with the happy shit.”

  I laughed. Honest to God, I laughed.

  “Right, that’s it. Emily...” Will bellowed over the phone. “Call the police. Someone has kidnapped Ry, and I’m talking to a happy impersonator.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “Seriously, what is with you?”

  “Nothing, I’m just happy.”

  “You high?”

  “On life,” I joked, not caring I sounded like a fucking sap.

  “Oh, shit...you didn’t.”

  “What?”

  “Fuck you did.”

  “Will, I'm beginning to think you are the one that’s high.”

  I heard Emily in the background chatting to Will.

  “I haven’t asked yet,” Will said. “Okay.”

  “Will, what do you want? I need to take Aloura her break
fast.”

  He made a weird choking sound before speaking. “Jo called. We’re taking the kids to the park for a picnic. We wondered if you wanted to come. And before you stress about it, I have four guys on point ready to follow. They’ll be in the background if we need them.”

  “I’ll ask Aloura, but I think she’ll be up for it. Want us to bring anything.”

  “No. Just your crappy soccer skills.”

  I chuckled and said goodbye. I was placing my cell on the tray when she appeared in the doorway to the lounge.

  Holy shit!

  “Morning,” she said shyly. She fiddled with the hem of the shirt she was wearing, my shirt. God she looked fucking incredible.

  “I borrowed your shirt...Superman?” she giggled, pointing at the logo.

  “It was a present from Alfie.” And it was. He’d bought me it for Christmas. I never looked that great in it though. The shirt was massive on her, hitting mid-thigh, but the S looked fan-fucking-tastic over her gorgeous tits. “Are those my socks?” I asked. They were pulled up just below her knees.

  “My feet were cold.”

  Her feet...

  She was trying to kill me. Standing looking innocent and coy and like a porn goddess all rolled into one perfect package. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her glasses perched on her button nose. My Superman shirt covering her sexy body and long white socks.

  There was no point trying to hide my erection in my skivvies. We had passed the point of me hiding, so this morning I had climbed out of bed, pulled on my boxers, and headed to the kitchen to make her breakfast.

  “Come here,” I commanded. She held eye contact as the minx bit that plump bottom lip. I lifted her coffee from the tray and held it out to her. She looked a little shocked at first but soon recovered, taking a hearty sip. When she moaned in bliss, my resolve nearly snapped.

  “I made you breakfast.” I pointed to the tray and held out my hand to her. She took it, and I positioned her in front of her tray. “Eat, sweetheart.” I held up a piece of toast for her to take. I battled the grin threatening to overtake my face at her confusion. She leaned in to kiss me, but I avoided her and turned her gorgeous body to face the counter. I stood behind her and waited.

  She lifted her coffee to her lips, taking a sip, before biting into her toast.

  “Do you want to go to the park later for a picnic with the crazy gang?”

  “Huh, yeah, okay,” she stuttered. I stepped in closer behind her, pressing my solid dick against her.

  “Ryan...”

  “Eat.” I ordered, placing my hands firmly on her naked thighs.

  “What about you? Are you not eating?”

  “I prefer something sweeter.” I scraped my teeth against the soft flesh of her ear lobe, moving my hand to cup her pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties – Aloura was clearly trying to kill me. “Are you sore?”

  “Yes. Amazingly so,” she whispered, leaning her head back against my shoulder.

  “I'm going to kiss it better,” I said, running my fingers through her folds. Fuck she was ready for me. “Finish your breakfast.”

  “I’m not hungry for food,” she rasped. My cock jerked against her ass. I slid my finger inside her, pulling a moan from her.

  “What does my girl want?”

  “You. Just you. Always you,” she cried out when I plunged another finger inside and pressed down on her clit. She gripped my wrist, holding me to her. I could make her come this way, but I wanted her in my mouth.

  Keeping my body firm against hers, I slid down behind her. Getting to my knees, I put my mouth on her ass cheek and bit the plump globe. I loved her ass. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” She did and leaned forward, giving me perfect access to her sweet pussy. I brushed my cheek against the back of her thigh, peppering kisses on her inner thigh. I knew she loved the feel on my stubble. Using one hand to pump inside her, I teased her with my teeth on her sensitive inner thigh.

  “Feel that, sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “This is perfection. You and me are perfection.” My cock was aching to be inside her. I got on my back, the cold of the tiles harsh but a welcome coolant to my heated blood. Stroking my hands up and down her thighs, I had the best fucking sight in the world. Aloura, above me with a bare pussy spread open.

  “Sit on my face. I'm hungry.”

  She whimpered, but slowly lowered herself to me. Her knees either side of my head, I wasted no time. I gripped her thighs, lifted my face, and lapped at her wet pussy. Fuck, I was in heaven. I watched her. My magnificent girl rode my face, taking what she wanted. She had her head thrown back, her hands pinching at her nipples. My cock jerked, wanting attention. But the greedy fucker would have to wait. Moving my hands around her, I squeezed her ass cheek before pulling them apart a little so I could press my finger against her puckered hole. She tensed at first, but when I added a little pressure, she released a gorgeous sounding sigh. She leaned forward getting on all fours over me, giving me wider access to her ass. I sucked and licked at her pussy and rubbed her ass. Her thighs were quivering, I knew she was close. I added a little more pressure, and she went wild. She fucked my face, riding me hard, and I was her willing puppet.

  “Oh...God...Oh I'm...”

  I slid my finger inside her ass and sucked her clit hard. She gripped my wrist at the same time she cried out. I lapped at her until she pleaded for me to stop and moved away from my mouth. Aloura slid her body down over me and rested her head on my chest. She was breathing heavily, and I couldn’t help grinning. Satisfaction was a heady feeling.

  “I’ve never. That was new,” she panted after a few moments.

  “Good new?” I lifted my hands and cupped her face, holding it so I could see her eyes. I wanted the truth. Her lips were ripe. Her cheeks flushed – she had never looked more beautiful. And her scent was all over my face.

  “Definitely.” She giggled. Making me groan because it caused her to press down on my aching cock. She stifled her laughter, but a wicked gleam entered her eyes. She pressed her hands to my chest and lifted up, grinding her hips down on to me. She reached inside the top of her sock and pulled out a foil packet.

  “I came prepared.” Her sultry voice had me at her mercy. She placed it between her teeth and tore open the wrapper.

  “Sweetheart...” I rasped as she shimmied down my body, gripping the elastic of my boxers.

  “Ssh,” she whispered before placing a kiss to the tip of my cock. The thing almost smacked her in the face it was so fucking eager. Cupping my balls, she ran the tip of her tongue from the base to the tip. I gripped her hair in my hand and held her head away from me. Snatching the condom out of her hand, I shuffled awkwardly into a sitting position.

  “Although I’d want nothing more than to fuck your mouth, baby, I need inside you.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the space beside me. “Knees – now.”

  Intent on fucking killing me, she gave me a coy smile and crawled up my body. She planted a sweet kiss on my lips before smashing my resolve.

  “Yes, Mr Senior.”

  There was no finesse, no gentle cuddling. I pushed her down and pinned her to the floor, straddling her thighs. She was fucking squealing in excitement. Her ripe ass looked so amazing with my cock nestled between the crack. I lay over her back and placed my lips next to her ear, positioning my dick at her entrance. It was going to be tight this way.

  “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

  “Hurry.” Her arms were stretched out in front of her. Her cheek lay against the cool floor. I cupped the back of her neck and pressed my lips to hers, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth as I pushed inside her heat.

  Heaven.

  My heaven

  And I wasn’t letting go.

  ***

  “We’re late,” Aloura huffed as we headed over the grass from the parking lot towards the picnic area. It was her fault we were late. There was no way a man could resist his woman in the shower covered in suds and dripping
wet. I knew the gang was already there because I’d seen their cars. “Are you sure I look okay?” She fiddled with her hoody and pushed her glasses up her nose. God, she was adorable.

  “You look fucking gorgeous.”

  “Don’t swear in front of the kids, Ryan.”

  I grinned because she was too much. I stopped walking and pulled her into me, kissing her soundly. Her eyes were glazed over when she finally opened them. “I need you to calm down, sweetheart. You look amazing. Relax you’ve met them all before.”

  “Yeah, but we weren’t –”

  “Fucking like rabbits,” I joked. The light dimmed in her eyes, and she averted her gaze.

  “Yeah.” She tried to pull away, but I held her tighter.

  “Or do you mean you weren’t officially mine.”

  Her doe eyes gazed up at me, and her lips curled in a sexy ass smile. “Officially?”

  “Sweetheart, I think we both know you were destined to be mine when you called me an American Idiot.” I cocked my brow, daring her to object.

  “You called me a Stupid Girl.”

  “See, we were made for each other.”

  I wrapped my arms around her when she burst out laughing and pressed her face into my chest.

  “Uncle Ry!” came an angry little voice. I turned my head as Aloura lifted hers to see our avid audience.

  Shit.

  “What you doing?” Alfie asked.

  “Erm...”

  He placed his tiny fists on his hips and stared me down. “Did you steal my girl?”

  Aloura released the most adorable giggle. My brothers – fuckers – were pissing themselves laughing, and Emily and Lou were having a silent conversation about buying wedding hats. I just knew they were.

  “I was cold; he was just keeping me warm. You’re my guy,” Aloura said, stepping out of my arms and holding out her hand for my nephew. He pulled her away from me and headed over to the picnic area. He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at me before winking.

  What the hell?

  I watched them walk away. Okay, I ogled Aloura’s ass in those tight jeans, so sue me. But for once I felt alive and so happy.

  I tried, really I did, to avoid glancing at the four pairs of eyes that were fixed on me.