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Jesse Montgomery
IT’S BEEN FIVE months since I killed my father. Right now, we are in Kansas heading to California. We have been staying at hotels for the last few months, and I am ready to settle. I’m tired of traveling, and Bane has been grumpier than usual since my father’s demise. You would think he would be happy he is dead, but instead he is consumed with finding Travis. After we dropped him off at the hospital, we never checked back, until we saw on the news about a John Doe that disappeared in the night, we knew it was Travis. He keeps us moving so that we are never in the same spot for long. Harder for Travis to find us that way.
“How much longer till we stop” I whine, “I’m in desperate need for a shower” sounding like a child on purpose.
He rolls his eyes, “It’s not even dark” he states, without rewarding me with a glance.
“I get it, but I need to stop Bane, we have been driving for days, I need a break” I drone, “plus, you keep going and I’ll just annoy you more. So, you might as well give in”
He glances at me; a smirk plays his full lips. “Fine” he concurs.
I smile, and he continues driving. After driving for another thirty long agonizing minuets, we pull up to shady motel in the middle of nowhere. I sigh, home sweet home, for now.
Bane grabs our bags and checks us in. The motel was basic, three levels all open to the highway. The metal stairs creak beneath our feet. When we reach room 106, the smell of cigarettes and musk assault our senses. But I couldn’t go another mile. I dealt with worse.
“Home sweet home” Bane mumbles. Speaking my thoughts. He tosses the bags on the floor and throws himself on the only bed in the small room. Butterflies flutter in my belly at the prospect of sleeping next to him. His brute arms wrapping around me in an intimate embrace. His breath fanning my neck as he curls around me. I look to his eyes and find this focused on me. Lust and want swirl in his irises and it take everything out of me to not run to him. He breaks the contact and looks away.
“Stop looking at me like that”
“Like what” I counter.
“You know what” he states, shaking his head “I’m sleeping on the roller bed that’s in the closet. You take the bed” he nods to the bathroom, “go take your shower.”
With a huff of annoyance, I grab my bag and walk to the bathroom. I know he wants me, I know there is a connection, but he just keeps pushing me away. Fighting everything that is us. He is hot and cold.
I pull my t-shirt off and my pants follow. I step into the stream, hot water cascades down my sore muscles. Everything over the past five months has happened so fast. Bane and I are at a standstill, just like we were years ago. I killed my fucking father. I should freak, or something, but instead I have been comfortably numbed for last five months.
I run my hands through my hair as the water falls from the strands. I imagine Banes calloused hands roaming over my body as I find that spot between my legs. I roll my fingers over the sensitive nerves and I lean against the shower wall. A series of soft moans escapes my lips as I visualize his hands doing the ministrations. I roll my hips into my hand, I close my eyes, I bite my lip.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen or heard. You are all I think about, Jesse, and I shouldn’t want you”
I startle, and stop touching myself the minuet I hear his husky voice. He hasn’t moved the shower curtain but I can feel how close he is.
“I need to have you, I take it anymore, not touching you is painful” he roars.
Before I have a chance to respond he pulls the curtain and steps in, clothes and all, and puts his hands on either side of my face. His right-hand slides down my face, over my neck, beside my breast causing my nipple to perk, he hovers over the place I was just exploring.
“Tell me you want me to”
I nod and his mouth is on mine. I moan into his mouth as he circles his index and middle finger over the needy bud, he lifts my leg so it wraps around his waist, and I grab hold of his shoulders for balance, as he continues bringing me to climax. His mouth never leaving mine, our tongue intertwining in perfect rhythm. My eyes widen as I feel the explosion rising in my body. The weightlessness as I come undone in his hand. He ends the kiss, and brings his hand up and licks the evidence off his fingers.
“Beautiful” he whispers as he slowly lowers my leg.
Without saying another word, he grabs the shampoo and begins to soothingly wash my hair. His fingers massage as he cleans me. He tilts my head so the water can wash away the remaining soap. He lathers up a cloth and softly runs the soapy fabric over my body, being gentle with every stroke. We do this in silence as he washes my body and rinses me off. I can see the strain in his pants as he continues to rub my body clean.
After we get out, he is still in his soaked clothes but he puts the towel around me and dries me off. His eyes never leaving mine. After I am dry, he lifts me into his arms and takes me into the room and lays me on the bed.
“You don’t know what you do to me” he states as he removes his wet shirt. “I have wanted you for so long, but you were always off-limits” then he removes his pants. They fall to the floor with a thump, the water spatting on the ground. “then you were mine, only mine, but reality struck and I had to let you go” starting to walk towards me in just his boxers. “Then fate thought to bring us together again, and I don’t know how to take my second chance, Jesse. That is why I have been pushing you away. You are too good for me. I am to disastrous for you. But fuck, if I can stay away any longer” he removes his boxers, and lays his body flush with mine.
He kisses his way down my neck and over my perk nipples. Taking one in his mouth, he twirls his tongue in an agonizing rotation that sends warmth to my pussy. He starts descended until his hot mouth hovers over my sensitive slit.
“You are the light in my darkness” he states, and licks lightly at the hardened nerves between my legs. He tongues goes in repetitive circles and my body feels like it’s ready to explode. He presses kisses to my thigh and returns to his pursuit.
“You taste like honey, you are perfect baby” he growls.
“Oh….”
“Come for me baby”
Like my body can come on demand, I feel the fire rising and the shake in ecstasy as I come once again.
After he laps at my pussy, until my body come down, he rises and places his lips to mine.
Uncertainty mask his features and bring my hand up and cradle his cheek.
“I want you, Bane” nervousness taking over, “I want you to be my first”
He nods and spreads my legs further apart for better access. “this will hurt a little for your first time. Just breath” he aligns his member with my opening and pushes himself into my pussy and through my virginity, a sharp sting erupts but slowly falters as pleasure takes its place. He rolls his hips as he slides in and out of me, wetness from my arousal coating my thigh. I whimper and he stops.
“Are you okay” he looks on with concern
“Y-yes don’t stop"
“Oh fuck, baby” he grunts as he consistently moves to his own rhythm. As if my body has a mind of its own, I start to move with him and I feel myself fading to pleasure.
He continues his consistent in and out motion, and I continue riding everything he gives me. His hand grabs on my hips as he pulls me into his thrusts. His thumb moves to my clit as he rolls it over the overworked nerves
“Please. I’m. Coming. “I articulate as my body erupts in spasms. Everything going black as pleasure I have never felt before takes over my senses. As I come down, he rides my orgasm and finds his own. His movements become erratic and when he pulls out and comes on my stomach, groaning in approval, I thank him, wouldn’t want to get pregnant.
He doesn’t move. Both of us still coming down from the best sexual experience of my life. The only sexual experience of my life. What do I do now? Do I say anything? God, I wish I knew what to do. He brings his hand up and places a soft kiss on my lips as he slowly pulls out of me. I am a little sore, a whimper escapes and he kisses me a little harder.
He pulls me into him, my chest against his. My head just below his chin. He kisses me on the forehead softly, squeezes me closer to him. I slowly feel exhaustion kick and my eye lids start to flutter closed. Bane’s strong muscular arms pull me into his warmth. Before I fall into the most restful sleep in ages, I hear him whisper into my hair, “You were always mine babygirl, nothing more, nothing less. Mine, and I will never let you go again. I promise.”