Chapter 9

Theo

I couldn’t take it a moment longer. With her fingers around my cock, I grew rock hard. My brain grew animalistic, wild, knowing only that I yearned to fuck her into oblivion. With a fit of rage, of power, I pulsed my cock against the dark pink opening between her legs, gazing into her warm, yet frightened eyes.

They took me right back to that moment in the bathroom, when I’d found her poised, prepared to die.

And then, I pulsed into her, shoving into the dark wetness and finding refuge on the other side. I began to fuck her, thrusting again and again, and watching as her ass shifted against the countertop. Her head ducked beneath the cabinet, knocking slightly against the wall. Her eyes closed with the intense pleasure, the pain of it. My cock was too big for her; it stretched her thin. And yet, her fingernails reached around my shoulders and snuck into my skin and nearly drew blood.

“You’re a tiger,” I whispered to her. Reaching low, I wrapped my mouth around her tight nipples, knocking my tongue against the brown stub, and watching as her face grew lax with pleasure.

Her body was my instrument, doing whatever I wanted it to do, creating music as it linked with mine. Abruptly, I changed the tune, lifting her from the counter. Her legs wrapped tight around my waist. Her hands eased around to my chest, drawing scratch marks down my skin. I knew she was impressed with my muscles, the tightness of my pectorals, my biceps. Her eyes flickered across them, drinking me in.

Carrying her to the bedroom, I wrapped my lips around her bottom one, sucking at it. She cooed with pleasure. When we reached the bed, I dropped her onto the comforter, watching as her breasts shook with the impact. Her body was tight, her pussy lips bright pink from my fingers.

She spread her legs wide, a greeting, and said, “Do you feel thanked yet?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I think we’re hours away from that.”

Pushing forward, I brought my mighty frame over her slight one, inhaling her light, flowery scent. I bit at her shoulder, then traced a line with my tongue up her neck, then down between her breasts. I kissed her from her belly button down to the soft center, gazing up at her, into her eyes.

After a moment’s pause, I brought my tongue along the folds of her perfect, peach lips, diving into the center darkness. She gasped, arching her back. I held onto her hips, keeping her tight against me. And then I toyed with her, nibbling at her clit and sucking at the hard knob, before tracing a circle inside her. She cried out, clinging to my hair.

“You like that?” I asked, breaking the seductive kiss. “You want more of it?”

“I want you inside me,” she cooed back, lifting me toward her. “Come on, baby. I need you to fill me. I want to show you what you mean to me. Please.”

I couldn’t wait. I pulsed within her, filling her once more, and fucking her from above, not holding back any longer. She reached up and clung to the headboard. Her lips parted, her tongue inched from between them, showing her sincere pleasure. I could feel her heart, pattering like a rabbit’s against my own ribcage.

Suddenly, she shoved at my chest, turning me over. I kept myself within her as she rose above me, straddling me. Her long, thin legs were milky and smooth, adjusting against the sides of me. She pressed her hands against my pectorals, clinging to me, and then she began to hump me: riding my huge, pulsing, rock-hard cock, her breasts flashing up and down. After a moment, I reached up and clung to her large, round ass, keeping her tight against me, watching as her pink pussy lips spread wide to swallow me whole.

The pleasure was electric.

I knew I was going to come. I could sense it, could feel my mind falling away. Reaching up, I placed two fingers against her clit, forcing my cock to stride up against her G-spot—igniting both pleasure spots. Her eyes shot open wide, gazing into mine. She knew what I wanted: for us to come together.

I thrust my cock as far as it would go into her soft nothingness. This did the trick. As I began to pulse, falling into orgasm, she fell with me, riding an impossible cloud of pleasure alongside me. She began to gasp, to moan. And then, she fell silent, bringing her body forward and pressing her tits against my chest. We were still connected, my cock taking its last moments inside of her.

And then, we were released.

I wrapped my arms around her for a long time, laying in silence. She was still quivering, allowing the orgasm to roll through her again and again. Finally, she looked up at me, kissing the base of my neck. She whispered, “Did I convince you of how grateful I am?”

I chuckled slightly, sweeping my hands through her hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more honored as a fireman.”

“I love this accent of yours,” she said, adjusting herself against me. “You’re from the South, right? I remember when someone moved into this house. Saw the license plate. Alabama, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said, wondering how much of myself I could give to this girl. Could I tell her I’d left Alabama because my job had gotten out of hand there? Could I tell her that I still had bad dreams about my past—that the mere fact I’d been able to save her had made me think differently about my life, about the way I could interact with the world?

I didn’t know.

But something about her made me trust her.

“I came here to escape some things,” I began. “But it feels like I ran into something that feels pretty all right.”

“Indianapolis is a cozy city,” Sarah said, kissing me again. “I think, with my help, this can become your home. I think you’ll see that you made the right choice, coming here.”

“You’re saying this isn’t the last time I’ll see you?” I asked, grinning.

“Don’t be dumb,” Sarah responded, giggling. “Let’s get some sleep. And then, let’s wake up and do it all over again. Okay?”

“Okay.”