by Bri Stone
I blushed at being so exposed to him, but also wanted to offer myself to him like some maiden, lying with the king at his request. I smiled wryly as he parted my thighs. The cool air touched my hot sex and I felt so steamy. When his lips pressed the apex of my thighs I groaned for more. I arched my back, lowering myself to him as he teased me.
My left hand fell behind me, clutching his soft cotton pillowcase as the other combed through his hair, latching him to me. Thom kissed my throbbing folds, then licked me aguishly and avoided my clit still.
“Thom. I had no idea you would be such a tease.” I grinned. He cocked a smile, tracing me with his fingers.
“You thought about this.” He stated, like it wasn’t even a question to him.
“Yes.” I agreed.
“What did you think about?” He kissed me there softly. I moaned and writhed.
“Different things. Everything.” I wasn’t good at voicing my desires, but a wave of courage fell over me. “This.” I whispered.
“Coming on my face?”
My breath hitched. There was no way I could say that. I just nodded once. He chuckled and, finally, turned his attention to my clit and I was virtually done for. My body quaked with desire, that’s been trapped for him so long it was finally free, and it wasn’t wasting any time consuming me.
“Thom...Thom.” I may have just loved moaning his name, but the pleasure he was giving me was too intense to form any other words.
He flicked and swirled his tongue around me, sucking and biting only to drive me so close and then leave me on the edge. I rode the line between orgasm and intense bliss for as long as he held me there. My body undulated, my back arching and my hips riding his tongue until I exploded yet again. I cried out, clutching his hair and pillow in my hands. I buried my face in my arm, thrashing about as the throes of my orgasm took my body.
My eyes were closed as he kissed his way back up my body. He stopped at my breasts and lapped his tongue over my nipple. Swirling it to an even harder bud, while his hand pinched and pulled the other like he was mad at it yet loved it at the same time. My legs locked around his hips and squeezed. He kept going, one than the other, as I begged for more.
Then his free hand moved to my sex again, so sensitive. I couldn’t believe I had come twice and he was still focused on me, focused on my pleasure. I wanted to make him feel good. Needed to make him feel good.
I traced every ripple and valley of his body; the dip of his clavicle to his pecs, the hard line between his chest and abs and the ‘gills’ on his side. Where does he find muscles like these? So hard and solid, like they wouldn’t dare go anywhere.
A gasp escaped my parted lips as he pressed his finger inside of me. But I continued. His eyes met mine and we smiled at each other. Lost in each other.
“I always wondered...how you’re so muscular. I mean, isn’t exercise hard for you?” I giggled, then moaned as his palm pressed my clit.
“The old-fashioned way. I’m not a complete goop.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. I leaned into him as I tugged the band of his boxers.
“I read somewhere, that having sex could trigger an asthma attack.” I said cautiously. His eyes gleamed as he grinned. I finished removing his boxers. Then I gulped at the feel of him on my leg, my eyes widened but I kept my eyes locked with his. Not afraid to look, but maybe nervous.
“Perrie, you know WebMD is not a credited source.” He murmured against my neck, moving over to my lips. Just before he kissed me, his lips traced mine. “Technically, it does. But that’s never happened to me. You always worried about me too much.” His words were real, but his voice was so weighed with desire I reveled in it. But I did hear him.
“But, no pressing on your chest...I just don’t want to—”
I was unable to finish speaking because he silenced me with another finger, stretching me open to him. My neck arched back as I moaned loudly, my breath catching in my throat.
“If I keel over, it will be in your arms. Between your legs. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The depths of emotion in his voice silenced me.
His fingers were heaven inside of me, but I wanted more. I took a shaky breath before I followed the trail of hair on his stomach to the light brown patch of hair between his legs, and the heavy cock that lay beneath. I drew my eyes down and feasted on the tan skin. Steel wrapped in velvet, marred with veins. I watched it throb, and twitch as I drew its length in my hand, accompanied with a deep groan of appreciation from Thom.
“I need you now.” I whispered.
He drew his hand from me, wiping his fingers on the sheet before touching my cheek. He kissed my chin, then pressed his lips over my bottom lip. His hot breath flowed into my mouth as I inhaled. As I yearned for more of his touch.
His cock teased my entrance and I arched towards him.
“Please.” I murmured under his lips.
His eyes held mine as he kissed me. The surging of his lips over mine made me close my eyes and surrender. He sucked on my lips, tugging as he pulled away. His gray eyes met mine and all halted.
He slid into me inch by glorious inch, I had never felt so full. This ache was felt for so long, since the first day I saw him, and I finally massaged it. Easing it with him. How many nights did I imagine him inside of me? Touch myself to the thought of him? Deny myself the chance to be with him? I was such a fool. That night, everything we shared...I was made for it.
We were born to be together and as our bodies met I knew it for sure. Perhaps it was corny or dramatic, but we were joined. The flesh of his cock molded with my walls like it was made for it. He took a few slow thrusts, going farther each time because I couldn’t take all of him at once. Thom was hung.
Once I adjusted he fit perfectly, and I met his thrusts with my hips. His forearms positioned beside my head caging it as he kissed me. Deep, hard, fighting for the upper hand but not really wanting it. Just to enjoy the pleasure of it. His tongue tangled with mine and I tasted the sweet tea we drank and a taste that I only know as Thom. The mints he always chews to remove the after taste of his inhaler. I could kiss his pliable lips all day, but I needed air. I broke away and his lips moved elsewhere. Everywhere.
My chin, my jaw. My neck, my ear. He paused at my chin and sucked the skin there; his thrusts grew faster. He grunted and groaned, together we made music with desperate, breathless pants. I moaned, made sounds worthy of any adult film because I was so uninhibited. And it never felt that good.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed in my ear, “so fucking flawless.”
I shuddered at the intensity of his words, the harshness of his breath. And, at the impending climax.
Together we forged a rock from the hard gravel, building and building until we were a rolling certainty. Of what, I didn’t know. Possibly everything. I knew it was right, between us it was perfect. I never wanted to be parted from him again. I never wanted to have another man between my legs again.
The words swarmed in my head, but they wouldn’t come to my lips. It would be mistaken for the throes of passion anyway, so I kept them to myself. But they filled every vein in my body until there was no more space for my blood. I was floating, tethered only to this earth by Thom. So much that I barely noticed I came again, clenching around him, gushing more for him.
His eyes met mine; wild, bright. Then he kissed me as he thrust into my very core and didn’t stop until every drop of him was inside of me. And then his eyes were on mine, staring into my very soul. And I let him in. I should have long ago, but finally, I accepted what this was.
What we were—
Everything.
Chapter Fourteen: Thom
THERE WERE ONLY A FEW things I was certain of. I’m smart, good looking, I miss my mom, and I’ve found my new home between two thighs.
Perrier Simmons.
The woman gave me hell for a year, and it was worth it. Now that I knew what she was protecting.
I’m joking about that.
I would fight for her for a l
ifetime if I had to. My sweet Perrie. That night was the beginning of us. Only to continue in my bed; her soft, pliable body driving me mad. I never wanted anyone like I wanted her. Felt so good with anyone. A bunch of sappy shit went through my head when I thought about her, but they’re all true.
I’m nothing without her.
The tightness in my chest was worth it. She giggled at me with an ‘I told you so’ look as I reached for my inhaler. It soothed the ache, and then I was back next to her. But all the exertion, the excitement still coursing through me, I felt a little clogged. Still, I held her tight against my chest; well, my shoulder. We lay silent, basking in everything that had happened.
“That was amazing, Thom.” Her nimble fingers traced my chest, making idle circles. Her purple painted nails danced across my skin. I really worked on my tan that summer.
“You’re amazing.” I smiled sheepishly.
She looked up at me, her smile wide. Her eyes danced with something I couldn’t place. She saw the question in my eyes.
“I feel like a dumbass.”
“For what?” I chuckled.
“Everything. You know I liked you from the beginning?” I nodded. “But I pushed you away. I used you for comfort without ever opening up to you. I lied to you...I’m so sorry.” The whites of her eyes glistened.
“Perrie, that’s all in the past.” I smiled to ease her. She only shook her head as she took a shaky breath.
“It was yesterday. And I’m more...I don’t want to push you away again.”
“I won’t let you. I have you now, and I’m not letting you go.” The words drifted off my tongue, but I didn’t want her to mistake them for my post coital state.
But I knew I felt them. They were true, and...it was the best feeling in the world. Since mom died I felt a certain way, something was missing. I felt it return when I met Perrie. But now, having her there, in my arms, made that missing piece latch back onto my heart. A boy’s first love is his mother, and nothing could ever replace her. But my mom made me for Perrie, loving her is like honoring mom.
“I know. I just keep thinking...after med school, with different specialties we’ll be—” I pressed my hand over her mouth, silencing her.
I smiled coy and shook my head. “You think too much.” I kissed her nose and she smiled against my hand. I released her and kissed her soft lips. Swollen and peachy. They’re my second favorite thing about her. First was the dimple beneath her right eye.
“Sorry.” She giggled.
“I’m gonna shower, it helps me feel better.”
Her brow furrowed in concern.
“I’m fine, don’t worry. Join me.” I stood up, and she eyed my body like it was the best thing she had ever seen.
Looking down at her, I did the same.
Her cheeks flushed as she sat up. I tugged her to the bathroom with me, where I had both a tub and a stand-up shower. She looked around the features of my bathroom as the water heated. The counters were dark granite, and the floors a simple gray tile.
“Come on.” I stepped in the shower.
She smiled at me and stepped inside, but when I spun her to the water she screamed and jumped into my arms. I enjoyed the swell of her breasts and the heat of her sex against me but was still confused.
“It’s hot!” She squealed. I laughed and spun her, so the water was on my back.
“It feels good.” I laughed.
Her eyes were still wide with bewilderment and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re insane.” She giggled.
I followed the swell of her breasts down to her hips and lifted her up against the shower wall. Fuck, I was supposed to be relaxing. I blame her beautiful face. Her body. The slopes of her shoulders, her breasts—full rain drops perfect for my hands. And her hips, too. Her legs, long and lean. The separation of her quads calling to my fingers. I loved how she nearly matched up to me in height. It made it very easy to have her up against the wall.
“It has to be hot, so the steam comes faster.” I released her and stepped back to let the water fall over me.
I closed my eyes, but I felt her watching me. I combed my fingers through my hair, then wiped the water from my face and met her gaze again. But she was closer than where I left her. I pulled her into a kiss, until I needed air.
“You’re defeating the purpose.” I laughed.
She giggled and pulled away. Then she moved around me and took my body wash. I felt pampered as she washed me. I did the same to her and managed to keep other thoughts at bay. Then I held her; her back to my chest as I inhaled the comforting steam.
“This is nice.” She said.
“Yeah, it is. Sometimes I stay up to an hour.”
“Wow, I don’t want to prune.” She turned around and kissed my cheek. “You stay. We were supposed to watch House of Cards, I’ll go make a snack for us.” She smiled. I nodded and watched her pert ass flex as she got out of the shower.
Third favorite thing about her.
WE FINISHED THE SEASON and argued over the next thing to watch. I mostly pretended, because I would do anything she wanted. She had me completely wrapped around her finger. But we finally decided on Supernatural, maybe we could set a record for how long it took to finish it. We ate ice cream and joked about all the Supernatural memes we understood by the end of the third episode.
“It’s so late.” She glanced at the clock. It was after two in the morning.
“Stay.”
“You just don’t want to drive.” She giggled, sitting up.
She smiled bright and I looked over her body. Maybe I didn’t want to drive. Maybe she just looked too good in my black Henley for me to watch her go.
“Maybe.” I licked my lips. Her eyes dropped to them and then back to me. She sighed, defeated.
“Fine.” She got up and tossed the ice cream carton. Put the spoons in the sink. My shirt stopped just under her ass. The creamy skin of her legs called to me like a beacon. The fact that she was bare underneath...hmm.
I shut everything down. We retired to my bedroom and I realized how exhausted I was. The day was long, and it was hard to believe I woke up in such a negatively parallel mood. I wanted Perrie in my bed every night, and I wanted her to be the first person I saw every morning. The desire to do so overpowered everything else.
A year of chasing her. A day of thinking I lost her. It was enough to send me right to sleep, but I couldn’t.
“Perrie, you awake?” Her back was to my front and I draped my hand over her waist. The swell of her breasts pressed my forearm.
“Yeah.” Her voice was so soft. I kissed her shoulder and inhaled her scent.
“I think I felt like this a long time ago, but...I adore you, Perrier.”
I could feel her smiling.
“Really?” She whispered.
“Of course. I’m mad for you.” I grinned.
She sighed and stirred on the bed.
“I adore you too. More than adore. I wish I had told you sooner.”
“That’s okay.” I kissed her cheek. “Sleep.”
My chest retracted with the weight of everything lifting away. The constraints that had nearly become a second part of me had split and found their own path.
I knew it the first day I saw her.
Perrier was going to be mine.
Chapter Fifteen: Perrie
M4 IS ALSO KNOWN AS the year you slowly die.
It’s amazing, how much you can feel like you’re dying, but don’t actually die.
I started my autopsy pathology rotation and took up work at the local medical examiner’s office. I was lucky if I saw Thom a few hours a day. We were both so close to the end. Two years have passed. And...all it told me was that I had never truly felt happiness for so long.
The strides I took to get to where I was...it was so worth it. Since that first night we shared together, and when he told me he adored me, it only got better. I was still shocked when he said he loved me, probably because he was dropping me off for wor
k and I was halfway out of the car. But I just smiled wide and said I loved him too. Because I did. And I wasn’t hiding it anymore.
That same year for Thanksgiving he met my family and I think they love him more than me. He and my dad talked for hours about Engineering, since Thom majored in electrical engineering he had a lot to say. My sister Clem just liked to pester him, but she was mostly occupied with her Captain, as she called him. I was glad they got together.
And then Christmas was spent together, same thing last year. Thom was in my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I’M SO NERVOUS. I DON’T even know what to wear!”
“It’s just lunch, Sparks.”
I heard the smile in Thom’s voice from the closet.
“With your uncle. The only person you consider family, that’s serious.” I huffed.
Every time Stan came up in conversation, it was in passing.
But Thom had been hinting at him wanting to meet me for a long time. School just makes it so hard for us to find time to do anything. We made plans so long ago, and finally picked Sunday to do it.
Now we only have an hour and I’m standing in the middle of our closet half dressed.
I love Thom’s place. When my lease ran out at the end of M3, it didn’t take much convincing from him to get me to move in. I was past overthinking everything. Fearing things that weren’t even guaranteed to happen.
That was all bullshit, and it’s good to grow up and realize that. My twenty-fifth birthday is in two weeks. Letting go of my fears that surfaced at fifteen is the only way to move forward. Thom played a huge role in me realizing that, but also seeing a therapist every two weeks. Just to talk, and vent—everyone needs a safe place to talk and vent.
Thom is a good listener. A great listener. But I still don’t want to put all the heavy on him.
I take a deep breath and keep shuffling through my dresses. The closet is big enough we have separate sides, but most of Thom’s clothes go in his drawers. Either way, nothing seems good enough. I know Stan isn’t his biological uncle, but he is the closest thing to a father Thom has ever had. Especially since his mom died three years ago, Stan has been all he has.
