Sex God

by J. a Melville

  “I don’t know what to say to you Shay.” Tears glistened in Lyla’s eyes. “You have been treated so horribly and yet you are not a victim, you are a survivor. I love you so much. What now? What will you do?”

  “I’m going to do nothing.” I told her, standing up and moving over to the table where I’d dropped the birth certificate earlier, that I’d found in the safe. With all the revelations on the DVD, I’d forgotten about it. Slowly unfolding it I read over it quickly. “Father unknown.” I said, staring at the words on it. “So, this is my real birth certificate.” I turned to Lyla who still sat watching me. “I like this one much better. No father listed is better than having him on here.” Walking back to her, I sat down again.

  “What are you going to do about his estate? It’s going through probate. He seems convinced there won’t be much left but everyone thinks he’s your father. Are you going to tell the solicitor? Obviously, your genuine birth certificate was kept hidden away. You’re probably going to inherit something Shay. So, what will you do?”

  “Nothing. I’m going to do nothing. The vultures can descend and take what they want. He was setting it all up anyway to make sure there would be nothing left from his estate once all outstanding debt is paid. He wanted to stick it to me right to the bitter end but he overlooked one crucial factor: I don’t give a fuck about him or any money he has. We got the cash out of the safe and that’s going to go to charity. He thinks he’s won, but he’s wrong baby. He’s so fucking wrong.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Lyla

  Hearing Shay’s words and the conviction behind them made my heart swell until I thought it would burst. He was going to be ok. The bastard who raised him wasn’t going to break him despite his best efforts to do so.

  “I love you.” I told him, leaning in to touch my lips to his and he responded, opening to me, his tongue delving into my mouth, tangling lazily with mine as he claimed me in a gentle kiss. When he finally pulled back, his eyes moved over my face, a tiny frown marring his forehead.

  “I love you baby and I need you. I don’t need you to make me forget. I don’t need you to make me feel. I need you because you are everything I want. I need you because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. For the first time in my life, I want to make love, I want to make love to the woman I love. Will you let me?”

  His words, spoken with so much strength and conviction made my eyes well up with tears. Looking at his handsome face, I didn’t see any of that desperate need to use sex to hide his pain. He looked different. For all he’d just learnt, there was a release of the tension I so often saw on his face and his eyes looked brighter, happier. God I loved him and seeing him so strong after the horror of that asshole’s DVD message made me love him even more. I raised my hand to caress his cheek, grazing my fingers over the coarse hair of his beard.

  “Yes I will. Take me.” I said softly and with a low groan, his lips found mine again.

  It wasn’t a frenzied kiss. It was a slow caressing of my lips. A gentle exploration of my mouth. It was a kiss that told me he loved me. It was a kiss that made me feel cherished, and with every sweep of his tongue, every nibble of his teeth on my lips, I felt my body sink into his, my hands clinging to him.

  When finally he pulled back, I ached for him; my heart beating in time to the frantic thumping of his, and our need for one another took us from the living room to the bedroom, without me being entirely sure how we got there.

  There was no lengthy seduction scene. We removed our own clothing while watching each other and when Shay was naked before me, I could only stare in wonder at him and the sheer perfection of his body.

  I glanced down at myself. More self-conscious now with my swollen belly, but if I thought he wouldn’t find me attractive anymore, I realised how wrong I was when I saw the way his eyes moved over me. They blazed with his desire, scorching my skin wherever they touched as he stared at me.

  My gaze dropped from his, moving down his muscled chest and clearly defined abs until I reached his cock which stood up hard and ready, bobbing in time to the beat of his heart.

  He stepped closer, his hands settling on my stomach, smoothing over the skin stretched tight by our child and when he raised his eyes to mine, he simply smiled.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He asked, but before I could answer him, he continued. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

  I smiled, my focus shifting to his erection and I reached for it, curling a hand around his rigid length. “Yeah. I kind of think I do. About as much as I want you.”

  His eyes dropped briefly to watch my hand on him before he turned the attention of those silvery irises on me again and leaned in, kissing me softly.

  I responded immediately but he didn’t linger, instead moving his lips across my cheek to the lobe of my ear in a series of feather light kisses that made me shiver.

  From my ear, down my neck he kissed me, his lips raining soft kisses down to my collarbone and back again. His touch making me shiver. When his tongue came out, tracing a path back up my neck, I knew he’d felt the erratic flutter of my pulse when he lingered over it for a moment.

  Continuing down to my breasts, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and lavished all his attention on it until it was a hard peak. Once he was satisfied, he moved to the other one, repeating the process. His touch driving me crazy with need for him.

  As a soft moan worked its way past my lips, he took me by surprise, dropping to his knees before me. Helplessly I watched him as he trailed his lips over the firm swell of my stomach, back and forth, up and down, and I reached for him, burying my fingers in his hair.

  He didn’t stop, moving down over the swell of my stomach until finally, blissfully I felt his tongue on my clit. Pressing his face against me, he launched an assault on my body I was powerless to resist. His tongue sweeping over the sensitive bundle of nerves, licking and flicking at it, until my legs shook and I had to clutch Shay’s hair for support.

  It was too much. It wasn’t enough and I yanked at the silky strands in my hands, wanting him closer, yet needing to push him away as it all became too much. When he pushed two fingers inside me, I cried out, my muscles closing around him, clenching and drawing him deeper into me. I cried out, my arousal climbing rapidly as Shay worked my body to a fever pitch of want and need. Lashing my clit with his tongue and those fingers of his, those talented fingers, hooking inside me, grazing over that sensitive area, driving me insane.

  I was so wet for him, his fingers inside me made a quite audible sucking sound but I was too turned on to care or feel embarrassed. I just wanted to come: desperately.

  “Shay.” His name spilled from my lips again, my fingers digging into his scalp harder as I felt myself hanging on the precipice of my orgasm. My body tightened, my breaths expelled from me in noisy gusts and I groaned, my body writhing against him until abruptly he pulled away, leaving me a mass of aching need. “No.” I cried, reaching for him again but he climbed to his feet, staring down at me, from eyes darkened by his own passion. Smiling at me with lips that glistened from the wetness of my pussy.

  “Hungry sexy girl?” He asked. “Was someone about to come?”

  “Yes.” I hissed, frustrated and aching for the release he’d denied me. As much as him being formally known as the Sex God meant he was great in bed. It also meant he was good at teasing me and driving me crazy. All while showing remarkable control himself. I wanted to come but I knew from his expression he was going to make me wait.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll let you come, but you’re not coming until I’m inside you. I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze the fuck out of me when you try to milk every last drop of cum from me.”

  “Oh god, Shay.” I groaned, my empty pussy clenching hard at his words. “I want you inside me…now. Fuck me…fuck me please.”

  His fingers delved between my legs again, sliding back and fo
rth easily, through the slickness of my arousal. His touch tormenting and teasing me as he just kept stopping short of where I needed him to touch me.

  “Is that what you want?” He asked, his lips against my ear and his breath teasing my skin causing me to shiver.

  “More. I need more. I need you inside me.” I whispered, raising my eyes to his, needing him to see how badly I wanted him.

  He plunged a finger into me and I moaned, clenching around it but he slipped it back out, bringing it forward until he glided his fingertip across my swollen clit.

  His touch over my highly-sensitized bud caused my knees to buckle, but Shay circled my waist, holding me upright, while his other hand continued to torment me. Back and forth, in and out of me, driving me closer to the orgasm he’d denied me earlier, yet failing to give me exactly what I needed to finally come. It was both an agony and an ecstasy. He was driving me crazy. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wanted the orgasm he both teased me with yet continued to deny me.

  “No.” I cried out, my frustration increasing and abruptly he withdrew his hand leaving me bereft of his touch. “No.” This time I could hear the wanton desperation in my voice and with my body a throbbing mass of need, I dropped a hand between my legs, eager to finish the job Shay had started but not finished.

  Before I could reach my objective, his hand closed over mine and I cried out again, struggling against his grip, clenching my legs together in an effort to find some sort of relief.

  Hands gripped my waist, flipping me around until my back was to Shay and he propelled me across the room until the bed was in front of me. I felt pressure between my shoulder blades, forcing me to bend over and I stuck out my hands, gripping the plush quilt in my fingers to brace myself.

  Shay’s body come up behind me, the hard ridge of his cock sandwiched between my buttocks and I tightened my grip on the quilt so I wasn’t pitched face first onto the bed.

  His body covered mine, his chest warm on my back and his breath hot against my ear. “Is this what you want? I was going to make slow, slow love to you but I think my sexy girl wants me to fuck her. Am I right? Does my girl want me to fuck her and fuck her hard?”

  His words made me feel like all the bones in my body had dissolved and I began to sag, my legs unable to hold me. Shay’s hand tightened around me, saving me from ending up at his feet as he pressed his lips to my ear, repeating his question.

  “Yes. God yes.” I moaned and my breath hitched, when he responded, his cock slipping between my legs, gliding through the moisture that saturated my folds. He didn’t try to enter me, instead continuing forward until the swollen head of his shaft rubbed its way over my clit and I cried out, almost too sensitive now to handle it.

  “Do you like that?” He asked, repeating the torturous move over and over again until I thought I would go crazy with the need to come.

  “Yes…yes…oh…god…YES!” I screamed and as my orgasm consumed me and my empty pussy began to clench, the muscles tightening, Shay finally pushed his way inside me.

  I cried out at the feel of him easing his way in as I orgasmed. My cries nearly drowning out the guttural groan that I not only heard, but felt rumble up from him, where his chest rested on my back, my muscles clutching at him, taking him deeper.

  He didn’t wait for me to stop coming before he began to thrust, hard, deep, his hips slamming into me as he did exactly as he’d said: he fucked me.

  It was too much. Too intense. Too soon. I didn’t even get time to come down from my first orgasm before the second one began to build rapidly within me. There was no way to slow it down. No way to prepare from how intense I instinctively knew it would be. With each push and pull of Shay’s piercings on me and in me, I felt my body light up. Every nerve ending alive and tuned in to what he was doing to me.

  As he ground against me, surging deep, filling me until I didn’t think I could take anymore, he grazed my g-spot again and again. My breaths shuddered out of me, my fingers curled harder into the quilt and I hung on, almost scared of my impending orgasm.

  When it hit, I cried out again, my voice hoarse. My body bucking and bowing under Shay’s, but he didn’t miss a beat, slamming into me as I came so hard, I thought I might pass out. He gave me a moment’s reprieve, slowing his thrusts until I’d finished riding out the last of my release.

  I could hear him breathing heavily behind me but he hadn’t come, his cock still like an iron bar buried deep within me. The man’s control was incredible and something told me he could keep this pace going all night if he chose to. I however wouldn’t survive it. Two intense orgasms had left me feeling weak as a newborn kitten.

  “I think we can get at least one more my sexy girl. What do you say?” He ground the words out near my ear. His voice and the rasping quality of it the only real sign that he wasn’t perhaps as controlled as he was making out.

  “No.” I moaned. “I say no. I can’t.”

  I heard his quiet chuckle behind me and my heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t going to spare me. He was going to extract another orgasm from me.

  Pushing forward, he began to grind against me, rolling his hips, his cock and the piercings touching me everywhere inside. As he thrust, his fingers reached around me and found my clit, pressing against it, making me buck and arch against him. I was too sensitive to take his touch and I cried out, trying to pull away from him, but he continued his assault, driving me towards that third climax.

  I tensed as the pleasure began to build again, faster than the previous two times and I moaned, not sure I was ready for this. Shay didn’t let up though, driving into me with deep, powerful strokes. When I was back there, poised, hanging on the edge about to come again, he thrust once, twice, three times hard into me and at the same time, pinched my clit between his thumb and fingers.

  I screamed, unable to stop this orgasm. The pleasure and the pain of his assault on me thrusting me headlong into another climax. It didn’t ripple through me. It didn’t roll gently over me. It hit me like a freight train, sending shards of intense pleasure through me. My fingers tangled in the quilt, hanging on as I sobbed through my release. It was too much, too…everything.

  Vaguely I heard Shay groan and his grip on my hips tightened as he rammed his cock into me hard before stilling. His body shook and deep within, I felt the warmth of his release pumping into me.

  When finally he stilled, and all I could feel was the occasional twitch of his cock as it softened inside me, I gave up trying to hold my position on the bed and I collapsed onto the mattress, rolling to my side, an exhausted mess.

  Shay pulled out of me and I felt his cum flow from me, wetting my thighs but I was too exhausted to care. My eyes closed, my breathing ragged as I lay there trying to recover from the three orgasms he’d given me.

  I felt the mattress move when he came down behind me, his body tucking in against mine. His arms closed around me, his chest to my back and there, held in his strong embrace, we slept.

  Shay

  Sunlight streaming into the bedroom woke me. I blinked rubbing a hand over my face and smiled when the sleepy warm body next to me emitted the tiniest of snores.

  I ran a hand lightly down the curve of her body from breast to thigh as it registered with me that for the first time in what felt like forever, I’d slept without dreaming. Without the nightmares, there was no chance of accidentally hurting Lyla in my sleep and again I smiled, though for different reasons as my hand caressed her from breast to thigh again.

  My mind returned to yesterday and all that had been revealed and I smiled, something that seemed to come so naturally to me now. Lyla had been so worried all that I’d learnt would break me, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. It had set me free. I felt lighter and happier than I could ever remember feeling.

  I would have to show her I wasn’t the head case I’d been before. I’d spent years fucked up because of that man. He’d put me down, tormented me, told me I was unworthy, not good enough, that I was nothing, and I’d be
lieved him.

  I’d let him rule me and rob me of a normal life for as long as I could remember. I’d believed him too. All the cruel and hateful things he’d said and done, and still I’d spent years wishing I’d been good enough for him. Nothing pleased me more than finding out he wasn’t my real father. He’d been so smug and arrogant on the disc. He thought that would bother me, but he obviously didn’t know me at all. That news set me free. The realisation that he’d fucked with my head and set everything up so my biological father unwittingly watched his brother rape his son, proved he was nothing more than a sick, self-satisfying bastard.

  What should have destroyed me, made me stronger. What should have fucked me completely set me free. I wasn’t bad. I wasn’t evil and I sure as hell didn’t deserve the treatment I’d received as I’d been brainwashed to believe.

  Right now, life was looking pretty good. I had a beautiful woman who loved me and we were only a few months off being parents. Still a frightening prospect for me, but at least now I could approach parenthood with the attitude, that I would try to be absolutely nothing like the man who had raised me.

  I decided I would keep quiet about the disc and my paternity results. I would wait to see what was left once the estate went through probate and if I inherited anything I was going to give it all to charity. I wanted nothing that reminded me of him. Nothing that reminded me of that time in my life.