by Selena Kitt
“Come for me, Linney,” he groaned, slamming his hips into hers, feeling her pussy like a vice around his cock. He did a long, hard grind, seeing her eyes fly open in surprise, a moan of pure pleasure escaping her lips. “Like that? You like that?”
She didn’t answer, she just growled, low in her throat, clawing at him as if she could escape what was coming next—or maybe just trying to end the torture a little faster. He thrust, short, hard and fast, making her gasp and bite at his shoulder, her whimpers taking off into a low, sustained wail.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh nooowwww!” Linney’s orgasm shook them both and he hung onto her as she shivered in his arms, her eyelids fluttering closed, her mouth slightly open, her lower lip actually quivering, just like he imagined her little pussy was doing around his shaft. He felt every sweet spasm, the contractions racking his body, and it took every ounce of energy he had to keep from coming right along with her.
She lowered her head to his shoulder, still breathing hard, her arms wrapped tight around his neck as he carried her over to the bed. When he lowered her down, his cock never leaving the tight sheath of her pussy, she moaned and squirmed as he let his weight press her into the mattress. He couldn’t stop fucking her—never wanted to be anywhere else but inside of her ever again.
“Yes,” she urged, her legs tight around his waist. Her feet were locked at the ankles, her heels digging into his ass and lower back. He had a moment to remember about how painful this would have been just a month or two ago, but now all he could think about was extending this achingly sweet torture.
“Touch yourself, Linn.” He went up on his arms, poised above her so he could look down and watch himself going into that sweet little blue bush. “Spread your pussy so I can see.”
She gave him a slow, lazy, sexy little smile, trailing her hand down his belly, encircling his cock briefly with her fingers, making him moan, before spreading her pussy open with her fingers. The sight of her pink flesh made his cock swell inside of her. He imagined the satin lining of her pussy, impossibly soft and tight, gripping his shaft. The head of his cock was buried deep, rubbing up against her womb. He could have done that for hours, buried to the hilt and watching her play with herself.
Linney rubbed her clit, back and forth, shivering at the sensation. He watched her nipples grow hard, the skin of her areola pursing and puckering, making his mouth water as she rubbed herself a little faster. Her face was flushed pink, cheeks glowing, eyes half closed as she looked up at him.
“Oh baby, you’re so beautiful.” He couldn’t stand it. “I have to fuck you.”
“Do it,” she urged, biting her lip and rubbing her pussy for him even faster. “Fuck me! Oh god, please, fuck me!”
He drew back slowly, easing his way out, the slick, soft clench of her pussy almost unbearable. It made him mad with lust. Then when he glanced down to see his cock poised at her entrance, her fingers wet with her juices as she played with herself, that blue little mound swollen, the hair glistening, it pushed him past the point of reason.
“Ohhhh! Fuck! Levi!” She gasped as he took her, thrusting hard and deep, completely taken over by his own lust. The wet grip of her pussy drove him crazy. He couldn’t get enough—hard enough, deep enough. He just wanted more, more. His cock was swollen to bursting, the cum in his balls like boiling hot lava, ready to erupt.
“Do it hard,” she begged him, her little hips thrusting up to meet his, her pussy grinding on his cock as her fingers worked her pussy. Just the wet sound of their bodies slapping together nearly sent him over, the tempo hot and fast, the music of their flesh filling the room as his belly dripped sweat into her pierced navel.
“Oh give me that hard cock, baby!” she moaned and thrashed beneath him. “I’m going to come again! Ahhh! I’m going to come all over you!”
“Oh Linnnnnn!” He growled and fucked her so hard he almost worried he would hurt her, but she met him thrust for thrust, her body bucking with her climax, her pussy snapping closed around his cock again and again. He roared and drive her into this mattress with his hips, like pinning a butterfly open, the burning heat of steel piercing its tender flesh. He came so hard he went deaf and blind for a moment, lost in a dark, throbbing world of pleasure, thrusting into her like an animal, emptying himself completely into the pulsing little pocket of her pussy until he collapsed onto her, gasping for air.
“Oh my fucking God.” He shuddered, feeling her hands in his hair, running over his shoulders, his arms, down his back. “Oh Linney, Linney, I can’t get enough of you.”
She shook in his arms and he went up on his elbow to look down at her face. There were tears streaming down her cheeks, wetting her hair at the temples, turning the soft blue a dark navy.
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked, horrified, brushing her tears away with his thumb. Just seeing tears in her eyes made him crazy. He never wanted to make this woman cry.
“No,” she whispered, smiling through her tears. “I’m just happy. I’m so happy.”
He lowered his head to her breast, feeling her sob, overcome with emotion, fighting tears of his own.
Good job, Captain.
Levi smiled, nuzzling Linney’s little breasts, letting her pet and stroke him, beauty calming the savage beast.
For the first time since he’d returned, he felt, finally, as if he’d really come home.
* * *
“Open this door, you lying little bastard!”
He’d been dreaming of sweetness—Linney covered in a sticky honey he was licking off, bit by glorious bit. His cock was achingly hard and pressed against her ass as they spooned in his bed. He wanted to take her again, in spite of her protests that she was getting sore, but he knew the giant fist pounding on his door was going to prevent his immediate desire.
“We’re in trouble.” Linney stretched, yawning, glancing over her shoulder at him with a sleepy little smirk.
“I’ll handle it.” He rolled out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before yanking the door open, confronting his father’s bluster. “What?”
“You took my car.” His father’s face was red with anger.
“Sorry.” Levi reached for the keys on his dresser, fumbling with the ring to get the key he’d had made back in high school off the ring. “I’m done with that, I promise.”
“Promises! Promises! It’s all I hear from you! All lies!”
“I’m not lying.” He put the key in his father’s hand. “Not this time.”
“Oh so Mrs. Lampwick was the liar when she called to tell me you had the car out to go buy drugs in the middle of the night again?”
“I took the car,” he admitted with a sigh. “I shouldn’t have done it without asking you. But I wasn’t out buying drugs.”
He felt Linney coming up behind him and put an arm back to protect her but she ducked under it instead, smiling at his father with sleepy eyes. She was wearing one of his camo t-shirts.
“Hi Mr. Woodyer. It was my fault. I told him I wanted to go out in it.”
His father blinked at her in surprise, looking back at his son with a puzzled expression.
“You remember Linnea Fey?” Levi squeezed an arm around her shoulder.
“Well… yes…” His father frowned, opened his mouth to say something else, closed it.
“Listen, let us get dressed and I’ll come make us all some breakfast and we can talk,” Linney suggested. “We’ll be just a minute.”
She closed the door quietly, leaving Levi’s father standing there, flabbergasted. Then she walked over to the bed to sit on the edge. He felt the question coming and braced himself.
“Did you lie to me?” Her voice was quiet but it cut through the early morning light like a knife to his belly.
“No.” It wasn’t a lie—not technically. “I told you I had a heroin habit.”
Her mouth dropped open in surprise. “I thought you were kidding!”
“Vicodin’s expensive and damned hard to get on the street.�
�� He shrugged, coming over to sit beside her on the bed. The little gangbanger next door had hooked him up with a dealer and he’d snuck the car out several times to get a fix, when his Vicodin had run out and he couldn’t stand the pain another minute. The Lampwick neighbor had always been nosy and had likely put two and two together.
“Levi, are you still using?” She searched his face, looking for the truth—but he couldn’t lie to her.
“No.” He shook his head.
“You’re done? You swear?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Last time was before I saw you at the hospital.” Almost two months ago. He’d only gone looking for a way to ease the pain the best he could after he’d exhausted all his available, legal resources. At least, that was his logic at the time. “Besides, you’ve made it all unnecessary.”
She let him gather her up, melting into his arms. He kissed her forehead, breathing her in. The whole room smelled like sex and he wanted her—again. Still. Always.
“Come on, let’s go back to bed,” he whispered, kissing those sweet pink lips, imagining them all sorts of other places.
“Oh no, not while your father is here.” She laughed, pushing him away. “Besides, I’m hungry.”
“You can’t blame a guy for trying.” He sighed, watching her get up and pull on her jeans.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” She headed for the door, cocking her head and looking back at him. “You know, you’re pretty amazing.”
“I know, how can you resist?” He grinned, lifting an arm and flexing his bicep.
“Arrogant ass.” She laughed, pulling the door open and heading down the hall.
Levi got up and dressed, going into the kitchen to make coffee. His father sat at the kitchen table, looking at the key now sitting on its surface. He waited for the onslaught—the yelling, the screaming, the pounding, the slamming. Might as well get it over with while Linney was in the shower, he reasoned.
But his father was quiet so long he wondered if he was going to say anything at all. Levi sat at the table with a cup of black coffee, staring at his father over the rim.
“So you stole my car.” His father turned the key over in his big hand. “I always wondered how you did it.”
“It wasn’t rocket science.” He sighed when his father gave him a dark look. “All right, I said I was sorry. Can we start over?”
“I don’t even know who you are.” His father wasn’t yelling—his lips were barely moving. This wasn’t the man Levi was used to confronting. “You come home, what, over a year ago now? You stay in that room. You don’t talk to anyone. Then I find you sneaking out in the middle of the night to buy drugs! It’s like high school all over again! I told you, if I found you doing it anymore, I was done. You were out.”
“I know.” Levi put his cup down on the table, facing the man who had raised him, wondering how many thousands of times they’d sat at this table across from each other. Maybe if he’d had a mother, things would have been different between them. Women seemed to soften everything around the edges, made them more pliable and willing to bend. But his mother had died long before he had any memory of her, a rotten cancer that had left his father to raise their son alone.
“You say you weren’t out buying drugs, but what do you expect me to think when Mrs. Lampwick calls my cell phone at two in the morning to tell me you’re taking my car again?”
“Pop, listen.” He couldn’t blame him for not trusting his words. He’d lied—over and over again, he’d lied. “I’m done with it. I promise you.”
“A promise from a liar.” His father scoffed. “It’s hard to believe.”
Levi sighed, hanging his head. He knew he’d made mistakes—big, big mistakes—and there were some he could never fix, never take back. He’d been trying, since he came home, to heal—from the inside out. There was nothing he could do now but the next right thing. There was nothing better he could do than that, but it didn’t matter, not to the man who sat across from him.
“It’s never good enough for you, is it? Nothing has ever been good enough for you,” Levi snapped. “I joined the goddamned Marines because I wanted to make you proud of me! For once, I wanted to do something you would be proud of!”
The old man didn’t say a word. He just stared at his son, silent, judging him. Levi knew his father had always wanted to join the service—Levi had heard the story enough growing up, how as a young man, he had been turned down when he’d tried to join up during Vietnam. Levi had been fifteen years old when he decided, determined, that he was going to be a marine. He was going to be the man his father wanted to be—a man his father would be proud to call “son.”
“Everyone thanks me for my service, everywhere I go,” Levi told him, swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat. “Everyone except you.”
His father turned the key over and over on the table, finally looking up and meeting his son’s eyes. “You were responsible for that boy and he’s dead. Is that something to be proud of?”
It hit him like a blow. Levi actually sat back, breathless, as if he’d been hit in the stomach. How did he know? How could he know? He hadn’t told anyone…
Except the V.A. shrink—the one who called and warned his father about Levi’s occasional heroin habit before Levi had stopped going. Had that goody two-shoes social worker revealed the truth to his father? Levi dismissed the source—even if it was a giant ethical and even legal violation of his privacy. It didn’t matter, not anymore, how his father knew. He knew.
“You think I don’t know that?” Levi couldn’t deny what he’d done, as much as he had tried over the past year. He’d made a mistake that cost a man his life. “You think I don’t live with that every minute? He was my best friend—and I killed him.”
His father nodded, looking down at the table. They both sat there, silent, until Linney came into the kitchen, interrupting their standoff.
“Good morning,” she called out, opening the fridge and starting to take out milk and eggs, putting the food on the table between the two of them. “Where’s your flour?”
Levi pointed to the pantry and Linney raided that too, bringing out flour and baking soda and a big mixing bowl and spoon.
“I hope you like pancakes,” she said, looking through the drawers, finding the measuring cups she’d been searching for. “I’m starving.”
Levi smiled as she started measuring and mixing, humming to herself.
“You dyed your hair,” his father remarked, blinking at her in the bright morning light. “It’s blue.”
“You should have seen me when it was pink with purple streaks.” She laughed, scraping the bowl as she mixed.
Now Levi was imagining her with pink hair, his cock swelling at the thought.
“I’m glad you’re here, Linn.” His father sat back in his chair. “You were both here all night?”
“Yes.” Linney flushed prettily, glancing at Levi, the spark between them too hot to deny. “I have a roommate and she’s got her boyfriend from Arkansas in this weekend, so… this seemed like a good solution, since you were supposed to be gone until later today.”
Levi’s father nodded. “I came home early. The last time someone told me the boy was taking my car, he was out breaking the law.”
“I’m not a boy anymore, Pop.” Levi got up to help Linney find the griddle in the mess of pots and pans in the cupboard.
“You know, he’s doing really well, Mr. Woodyer.” She smiled a thank you to Levi, turning on the flame of the gas stove and adjusting the heat. “Considering the injuries he sustained, I’m surprised he was even able to walk into my office. And those are just the physical ones.”
“Linn, don’t.” Levi sat back down at the table, shaking his head. “He won’t hear it.”
“Hey now.” His father shook a finger at his son. “Let the girl talk.”
“You know, the V.A. won’t pay for the treatment he really needs.” Linney sighed, spooning batter onto the griddle. �
��But I found a doctor for him who would do it pro bono. And he’s responding amazingly well. Of course, I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that he was in such good shape before the jump.”
She winked over her shoulder at him.
“It was Linney who saved me,” he told his father.
“Well Dr. Fields had something to do with it,” she said with a laugh, flipping pancakes. “Levi, can you get the syrup?”
“Levi?” His father raised his bushy, white eyebrows. “I haven’t heard the name your mother gave you in years.”
“Why, what else would I call you?” Linney started putting pancakes on a plate, pouring more batter.
