Till The Sun Dies: Checkmate, #2

by Finn, Emilia

  “I know.” I grab Laine’s hand and pull her into the hall. “We’re sinners. Thieves. Probably do the devil’s work. Relax, lady, we aren’t gonna steal your purse.” I yank Laine along the hall and grin when she runs behind me amid bubbling laughter.

  “You know that woman?”

  “Uh-huh.” I stop at our door and swipe the card to unlock the handle. “We saw her on the way out. She’s a bitch.” I pull her through the door and slam it shut again. Flipping the locks, I turn back and stare into beautiful eyes that have transformed back to wary. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do anything. You can trust me.”

  Stepping forward and resting her hands on my chest, she gently pushes me back and doesn’t stop until my back is against the door. “I want to be with you, Ang.” Standing on her toes, she nips at my jaw and sends licks of fire through my gut. “In the fancy bed with the fancy sheets. I want to know what it’s like to be loved.”

  “You’re completely sure?”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down. “I refuse to leave our bed until we’re together. The way it was always supposed to be.”

  “You’re gonna fuck me into submission?”

  “God, I hope so.” Her lips latch onto mine.

  The second her tongue slides past my lips, I pick her up and move through the room. I don’t have to dodge mess. I don’t have to step over piles of clothes. Laine is an impeccable roommate. No mess.

  I move straight to our large bed and lower her until her back is flat and her legs drop from my hips. Climbing over top of her, I stop and study her.

  “I’ve thought about this.” I slide my tongue along her jaw. “You. Not just any girl, but you. I’ve dreamt of blonde hair and blue eyes for a long fucking time.”

  Her hips move beneath me, desperate for touch, but scared of what that might mean.

  Clumsily, she pulls my shirt up and tugs it over my head, her eyes heatedly scanning my chest as she tosses the shirt aside. Arching forward with a wicked grin, she takes my nipple between her lips and drags a guttural groan from my chest.

  “Ah! Fuck, Laine…”

  “Yeah.” Despite trying to hold my weight up so I don’t crush her, she pulls me close until we touch core to core.

  Jesus, this is going to be quick

  “Make love to me, Ang. Please don’t ask questions. Don’t ask me to overthink it. Love me and show me how it was always supposed to go.”

  “Are you sure?” I pull back. She said not to ask, and yet, I can’t just take. I can’t risk her regretting this. “We don’t have to do that. We can just kiss. It’s okay.”

  “I want it all,” she whimpers. Her strong thighs manipulate my hips so my hardened cock slides over her clit and creates ripples that roll through her body. “I want everything, Ang. I’m not dirty, I promise.” Her eyes fill and break my heart. “I went to all the doctors. They made sure I’m not dirty.”

  “Hey. No.” I brush her hair away. When a gentle tear slides over her cheek, I lean forward and collect it with my lips. “You’re not dirty. You’re perfect. You’re perfect exactly the way you are. Don’t question that ever again, okay?”

  “Okay.” Her breath hiccups out. “Alright.” Reaching between us, she works on my belt, yanks the leather from my jeans, and tosses it aside; she tosses it so far, I know she’s nervous. I know she still carries scars from what happened to her.

  The way she throws my belt says she doesn’t want to be bound.

  I fucking loathe him.

  Unsnapping the buttons on my jeans, I move to my hands and knees when she uses her feet to clumsily work the denim over my hips. Resting over her, with an unobstructed view of the gift I get to unwrap, I vow to slow this down and truly show her what unhurried lovemaking is like.

  The hem of her dress sits high on her hips, and when I finger the red lace panties, pulling them down just an inch, I grin at the tiny tattoo. Whether she’s nervous, scared, or sad, her panties are still wet, which eases my worries.

  She’s scared, but she still wants me.

  I slide my calloused hands along her silky-smooth thighs until she breaks out in goosebumps, and when I come back to the delicate lace covering her most private parts, the breath shudders out of her chest.

  She nervously licks her lips, but when our eyes meet, she shakes her head. “Keep going. Please, keep going.”

  “I’m gonna show you what it feels like to make love.” Leaning onto my elbows, I press a kiss to the front of her thigh, then another just where her panties meet her legs. “I’m gonna be gentle, and when we’re done, you’ll love me, too. You don’t have to be scared.”

  “I’m not scared.” She swallows hard, proving her statement false. Scared doesn’t mean unwilling; it just means she’s giving herself the chance to forge forward, to be brave enough to face her fears. “Think of me like a virgin, rather than an abused woman. Be gentle like I’m a virgin. Go slow. But don’t think of me as a victim.” When I slowly peel her underwear back, her hips start moving restlessly. “But go kinda fast. Don’t drag this out.”

  I laugh. It’s a nervous, desperate plea for the universe to help me out. “Please don’t regret this.”

  “I won’t.” She lifts her hips, allowing me to peel the lace down and off her legs. I stop on her heels, the cute little buckles flashing in the lights coming through the balcony glass. I pull one pump off, and dropping it to the floor, slide my tongue along her pebbled flesh as I remove the second.

  I sit on my haunches at the end of the bed with the girl I’ve dreamt about for years. Her legs splay open, her dress pools at her hips, her eyes, terrified, but determined to push on.

  “I’ll be okay, Ang.” Sitting up, she hooks me around the back of the neck and pulls me over her. “The waiting is torture. The worrying. The unknown. I’m not a delicate flower, but my nerves are eating me up. Make love to me, put me out of my misery, then we’ll work out the rest later.”

  “Laine…”

  She pushes my boxer shorts down as far as she can reach, before using her feet to push them the rest of the way. When my cock springs free and touches her fiery core, I can do nothing but drop my forehead onto her chest and breathe through what may be my first ever premature ejaculation. “Laine, help me.”

  “Here.” Reaching between us, she takes my plea literally and fists my cock.

  I throw my head back on a roar from the feel of her hand alone, so when she lines the tip against her opening, I turn to a whimpering mess.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  “No.” She cups my face and brings our lips closer. “Not fucking. Making love.” Using her legs around my hips, she slowly pulls me forward until I begin sliding in.

  Bare skin on bare skin.

  No condom. Nothing sitting between us.

  She doesn’t freak out when my first inch nestles inside her, and she doesn’t run away screaming when I stretch her out. She simply mewls, continues to slide her tongue against mine, and pulls me deeper.

  “You’re so tight.” I scrunch my eyes closed and allow her to use me however she wants. In a bid to distract myself, even a little bit, I kiss her back and pray I don’t come too soon. “So tight, Laine.”

  “Virgin.” Snickering, she pulls me deeper. Her breath saws in and out of her lungs, and even though I know I’m hurting her, her hands remain as firm as her legs. She pulls me into her web and refuses to let me go until I’m seated deep inside and lose what little breath I had in my lungs.

  “Oh my God.” Panting, she pauses and waits for the sting of being stretched to ease. She’s so hot, searing my length, the perfect size to feel all of me.

  “You’re so beautiful, Laine.” Leaning on one elbow, I use the other to work her dress up her chest; she wears no bra. It’s just beautiful bare skin beneath the silky fabric that slides over her head as easily as her panties did down her legs. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. You can move now. Start slow, I promise it’ll get better for you in
a sec.”

  “Better for me?” I stare into her eyes, dismayed to see she’s worried I’m not enjoying it. That she thinks she needs to impress me. “Laine.” I don’t even know what to say, so I shake my head and press my lips to hers, hoping that conveys how much her trust means to me. “I know we’re literally only twenty minutes into admitting we kinda like each other, but you need to relax. I love you.” I pull back and watch her eyes fill. “I’ve loved you for longer than you know.” Slowly, I begin gliding against her. “Let me show you what I feel. Let me show you how good it can be with someone you love.”

  A single tear squeezes past her closed eyelids, but I know it’s not meant to hurt me. She’s purging the poison, restarting her life and taking control. It’s only my luck she’d cry the first time we make love.

  I press a kiss to her closed eyelid and work slowly in and out of her body, the tension slowly leaving to be replaced with soft moans of pleasure “Laine? You’ll let me know if something isn’t okay, right?”

  Without opening her eyes, she gives an unconvincing nod and makes my heart clench.

  Fuck that.

  Grabbing her hips, I spin us so she straddles my lap, then smile when her eyes flash open in surprise. Finally, she looks at me with the same mix of hunger and arrogance she did when making the deal at the bar.

  I grab hold of her hips, helping her move over me until the fear leaves her eyes to be replaced with wild hunger. I watch as her eyes start to glaze, her hands sliding up into her hair.

  Like all the dreams I’ve ever had, I watch her glide over me; long hair fans over her shoulders, blue eyes smudged with dark makeup, and when my gaze constantly drops back to her bare chest, she grins and moves faster.

  “Fuck…” Fire burns in my belly and strangles my balls. “You have no clue how many times I fantasized about this.”

  “Mmm.” Bolder, she leans down and crashes her lips against mine while her bottom half drags me closer to an explosion. “I might have dreamed about this, too.” She bites my lip. “I might’ve dreamed about this last night while sharing a bed with you. And this morning, when I woke you up to go paddle boarding.”

  “Laine…”

  “You feel so good, Ang.” She leans to the side, waiting for me to take the hint, before allowing me to flip her onto her back to resume my position on top. “Go faster. I can’t go fast when I’m on top.”

  Nodding, I lace my fingers through hers and gently bring them above her head before slamming deep inside. Her eyes flash with worry, but it takes only a few seconds before they transform back into a pleasure filled smolder as little moans move through her chest.

  I was ready to come the second she said yes. I’m still ready to explode, but watching her writhe in pleasure slows me down and allows me to luxuriate in the moment of finally getting everything I wanted.

  Her strong thighs hold me close, and as we get more confident, her breasts bounce as I slam harder inside and move her up the bed. Shedding her insecurities, she threads her fingers in my hair and pulls me down until our teeth clang together and moisture slicks between our bodies.

  “Angelo…”

  “Fuck. Say my name again. Say it while I’m deep inside you.”

  She smiles and nips at my bottom lip. “Angelo.”

  “Mmm. I’ve wanted this for so long.” My orgasm races to the surface so fast, I clamp my lips shut and hold my breath., but despite my lack of oxygen, Laine continues moving beneath me, dragging me closer to the edge until I pull out with a gasp and ignore her cry.

  “Ang?” Laine sits up on her elbows, meeting my eyes with tears in hers. Tears of rejection. Tears of insecurity.

  She doesn’t know it’s my own insecurity that force me back.

  I move off the end of the bed until my knees touch the floor, then grab her ankles and drag her closer until I bury my tongue inside her pussy.

  She flops back to the mattress with a cry. “Fuck!”

  “Mm.” I nibble on her clit, and when she pulses, I lap her up and smile at the flavor I never knew I’d one day love. “So good, Laine. So fucking good.”

  Her hands slam into my hair and tug until fire races beneath my skin, but instead of slowing me, the pain spurs me on. I slide two thick fingers back inside her pussy and grin when she cries out.

  “Ang! Fuck.”

  “Yeah.” I curl my fingers and hold her hips down when she wants to shoot off the bed. “I’ll come back soon, but not before you come on my face.”

  “Oh my God, Ang.” Whimpering, she writhes on the bed as my fingers slide in and out, and each time she pulls my hair, I suck on her clit. “It’s too much.”

  “Too much, bad? Or too much, good?”

  “Good.” Panting, her hips chase my mouth when I look up to speak. She pulls me back down, crushing her core against my face until I succumb to her silent plea and keep going. “It’s so good, Ang.”

  “Come on my mouth, Laine. Show me what I’ve been thinking about for a decade.”

  “A decade… Oh my God!” She cries out when I slide a third digit in and bite her clit. “Oh, Jesus, Ang.”

  “Keep going.” My cock bobs against the bed, seeping, ready to explode.

  The faster I work her lithe body, the more she levitates off the bed. When her body tightens to the point of snapping, when her pussy clamps down around my fingers and my movements are almost stopped, I bound back over her and slam inside until she screams.

  It’s a good scream.

  It’s an amazing scream that I catch with my mouth and swallow down when she comes around my cock and drags me over the edge into oblivion.

  36

  Laine

  Balcony

  Smiling in the quiet dawn, I bask in the gentle kiss Ang presses to the back of my shoulder.

  “Are you tired?”

  The cool breeze from the open balcony tickles my hair, relaxing me until my eyes drift mostly shut. The sun’s already coming up, but we haven’t slept yet. We spent the night in each other’s arms while Ang replaced every bad memory I own with something much more beautiful.

  He couldn’t know the way men treated me before – not the exact details, not the bruised hips or rushed moves – but he kissed away every single ache. Everywhere someone touched before him, he replaced with a tender caress and a declaration of love.

  Jesus. He loves me – for real?

  “Laine?”

  I lay my head back on his shoulder. “Hmm?”

  “Are you tired?”

  “Not really.”

  His heart beats against my back. It moves at a fast thump that contradicts the gentle patterns he traces against my thigh. “Are you okay? You’re really quiet. Kinda freaking me out a little.”

  I snicker and burrow deeper into his lap. “No need to freak. I’m good.” I nod toward the horizon. “Another day in a row we get to see the sun rise.”

  “I didn’t see it yesterday.” He slides his nose along my shoulder. “I was too busy watching you stretch in that tiny bikini.”

  My stomach – covered only by a bedsheet – bounces as I laugh. “Downward dog on a paddle board. It was one of my smartest ideas ever.”

  “It was evil!” He tickles my thigh. “A guy is trying to be a gentleman. He drags his sorry ass outta bed before the sun, comes down to the beach with you because you ask with puppy dog eyes, and you repay him by doing yoga in front of his face. Pure fucking evil.”

  “I wish we did this sooner.” Sighing, I burrow in deeper. “I’ve been crushing on you for a while, Angelo. You give a girl a complex when she’s in a bikini and you’re not tearing it off with your teeth.”

  A low growl works its way up his throat, vibrating through his chest and against my back. But all that fades away when he grows beneath my ass; his dick hardens and his hands tighten on my naked thighs. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and close my eyes, allowing myself to float away on the sensations.

  Forget the sunrise.

  Everything I’ve been wishing for i
s currently holding me in his lap.

  “Are you really okay? About last night?”

  “Yeah.” I slide my hand along my thigh until our fingers twine. “I didn’t freak out. I don’t regret it. You need to relax.”

  “No takebacks?”

  “Nope.” Leaning forward and twisting around, I catch sight of his wary eyes and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I promise. This is me giving you permission to enjoy what we did. You’re not the big bad wolf. I’m not a little girl. I went to you willingly. I trust you, Ang, and there’s not a man on this earth I’d give that trust to.”

  His silver eyes were wary, but now they’re soft and gooey as he brings me closer and slides his tongue against my lips. “I wish we did this sooner, too.”

  “I should’ve listened to Kane.”

  His body jolts, from gooey to startled. “Huh?”

  “Jess and Kane have been on me about us for ages. She’s a lot more subtle about it; ‘wear a short dress, bat your lashes, pop your ass, wear a pretty lipstick.’ But Kane’s more in the ‘transfer your lipstick to his dick’ camp. He said that you’d take a hint faster if I did that.”

  “Fuckin’ asshole.” His words say one thing, but his growing dick says another. “They’ve been playing both sides of the field, did you know that?” Smiling, I stretch my neck to invite his lips. “When you’d leave the room, he’d call me a pussy and tell me to jump you. When you were in the room, he’d push me toward you and mention how pretty you are.”

  I smile. “He’s so funny.”

  “He’s an asshole.”

  I reach back, wind my arms around his neck, and pull him in until his grumbles turn to a pleasant buzz of his lips along my throat. “It all worked out. It always works out in the end.” I arch my neck when his tongue slides up to my ear. The sunrise is beautiful, but I can hardly keep my eyes open as his hands explore beneath my sheet.

  Last night was full of gentle hands and uncertainties. Ang was terrified, I was terrified, we were both nervous and unbelievably unsure. But today, his hands move with confidence. He slides his palm over my right thigh until I drop them open with a sigh and let him in.