CHAPTER 14
Tessa stood on the lawn in front of her cabin, the noon sun above her, the air still and warm, the grass gentle on her bare feet. As she looked upon her home, she was struck by how it looked- it wasn’t a vandalized wreck the way it was last night, but instead, it was as clean and well-kept as it had been when she lived there with Lucas. She remained in place for a moment, listening as the breeze picked up, the low gentle howl rustling the branches around her, flock of birds flying overhead under the cloudless, blue sky.
Looking around, she saw there wasn’t a soul in sight, she was completely alone. And to her surprise, she saw that there wasn’t even a car in the driveway.
But as she looked upon her home again, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. Rather than think too much about what was going on, she decided to take advantage of her circumstances. She entered her cabin, noting with pleasure the sight of the sun streaming in through the windows, and the subtle scent of her favorite candle already burning. A smile on her face, she decided to head into the kitchen and pour herself a glass of ice tea, her favorite drink on days like today, when the sun was out and the weather was as perfect as she could imagine.
But as she tried to open the fridge, it wouldn’t give; the door seemed to be stuck. Tessa didn’t think too much of it, instead deciding to head into her studio and get some work done on her latest piece. She quickly switched into her paint-streaked work clothes and got her equipment ready. But as she put brush to canvas, she noticed that the paint wouldn’t stay on the brush. Tessa brushed and brushed, dipping the end into the paint until the bristles were gobbed and heavy, dripping to the floor, but no matter how much pressure she applied, the canvas remained pristine and untouched.
And as this went on, a creeping sense of dread began to overwhelm her. Her hands shaking, she dropped the brush onto the ground. Right when it hit, she noticed a rumbling that was at first nearly imperceptible, but soon grew to a bass-like rattling that shook the house, dropping art from the walls and knocking over anything that wasn’t nailed down.
She dropped her supplies onto the ground and ran outside. To her horror, the sky was now heavy with dark storm clouds that roiled and crackled with lightning. Then, a shape descended from the clouds, first coming down in a black swirl, but soon coalescing into the shape of a man, a faceless man black as pure pitch who loomed over Tessa. Fear gripped her heart in a fist as the wind picked up, catching her into a swirl of leaves and branches. The man-shaped being then reached towards Tessa as she stood frozen with fear.
But before it could touch her, a beast came stomping out of the woods. It was the bear who had protected her before, its face in a rage as it howled and roared at the dark being. The man-shaped thing turned towards the bear, leaving Tessa alone. The storm around her built to a fevered pitch as the bear and the thing stared at one another, seemingly preparing for a fight. Then, the bear ran towards the thing, its paws thundering against the ground as it ran.
Just at the moment that the two creatures would’ve begun fighting, Tessa woke up, bolting upright in bed, her body slick with sweat. She looked around her, confirming that she was still in the bedroom and the Swift Compound. Pulling down the covers, she looked out of the window in her room, her eyes settling on the substantial border that separated the compound grounds from the woods beyond.
Tessa put her head back down on the soft pillow but realized quickly that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. Throwing the blanket from her body, she got out of bed. There was only one thing she wanted right now and she was determined to get it.
The carpet soft on her bare feet, Tessa opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hallway, which was now dark and empty, the brothers all seemingly in bed. Tessa walked down the hallway, her eyes narrowed on the double-doors at the far end. One she reached them, she grasped one of the handles and pushed it open, revealing a massive master bedroom that looked out onto the compound. And in the king-size bed in the middle was Atticus, sleeping nude, his perfect body splayed out on the sheets, his cock resting against his thigh.
Tessa placed her fingertip on her lip as she looked upon Atticus’s body, the traces of sleep that remained in her being replaced with a blossoming feeling of arousal. The silver of the moon poured into the bedroom, casting his form on a ghostly sheen that highlighted the curves and contours of his physique, and Tessa allowed her eyes to scan every inch of his body, paying special attention to his prick, which was thick and full even in its flaccid state. The salty taste of skin washed over her mouth and Tessa realized to her surprise that she had begun sucking on her finger.
Atticus shifted in bed, rolling over onto his stomach, his sublime, sculpted ass now facing Tessa.
After looking it over for several long moments, she decided that she couldn’t simply look at him any longer. With gentle cat’s-paw steps on the carpet, Tessa moved closer to the bed, finally reaching it and lying down next to Atticus. He stayed just as still as he had been as Tessa got into bed with him.
Hesitant at first, Tessa reached towards Atticus’s body her fingertips grazing his skin before she rested her hand on his toned stomach. She held her palm there for a moment, taking in the feeling of his body, savoring how it felt on her skin. Then, she allowed her fingertips to dance downward, along with his stomach, through his pubic hair, then onto the base of his cock.
Tessa noticed that while Atticus didn’t seem to notice her touch, his prick did, twitching slightly to the right as soon as her fingertips touched it. She moved her fingers up further and further, feeling the smooth, flawless skin of his shaft, his cock moving slightly. Next, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing it gently, his flaccid prick thick and heavy in her hand. She moved her fist up and down slowly, and after a moment or two of this, she began to feel him grow hard in her hand, his prick stiffening by the second. Looking up at Atticus, she saw that he was still asleep, though the brow of his handsome face was furrowed, as though his sleeping mind was trying to determine just what was happening to it.
Soon, Atticus’s cock was rock-hard. Tessa looked at it in its full, erect glory; she still couldn’t get over just how long and thick it was, how perfect it looked. It was almost a work of art in her eyes. Giving it one more squeeze, she removed her hand, licked it, and placed it back on his cock, stroking him with a new, liquid smoothness.
Tessa continued to stroke him, gradually building up the pace, his cock now fully engorged. She wasn’t sure if it were possible to make a man cum in his sleep, but she was more than willing to try.
But before she could find out, a hand shot out and grabbed onto hers. With a gasp, Tessa looked up and saw that Atticus was now fully awake, gazing at her with sensual, bedroom eyes.
“I was having the best dream,” he said through a sly smile.
“Oh yeah?” said Tessa, continuing to stroke his cock.
“Yeah. But I think this is better.”
Tessa smiled and continued, happy that Atticus was awake. She would pleasure him either way, but she vastly preferred to see his eyes on her as he came. She continued with her right hand, and with her left she began to softly squeeze his balls. She picked up the intensity of her work, squeezing his cock hard when her hand moved up to his head, letting her fingers do their work on the sensitive skin of his prick.
Atticus reached down and pulled Tessa’s shirt off, and leaving her breasts bare. He fondled Tessa’s breast as she stroked him, the feeling of pleasure beginning to well in him from the masterful way that she worked his cock. Then, he slid his hand along the bare curves of her body, up along her neck, finally resting it in her hair. He gave her a gentle push and Tessa knew right away just what he wanted.
Looking up at him with a sly, sinful glance, she moved her head down further, inching closer and closer to his cock. When she finally reached it, she took a long look at it close-up, devouring it with her eyes before she devoured it with her mouth.
She spread her lips slowly, aiming his cock towards her mouth, touching it with her tongue before sliding it into her. Once it was fully sheathed, she sealed her lips around it, letting its warm, salty taste linger on her tongue. Then, she began to suck, bobbing her head up and down, licking him the entire way.
Atticus moaned as she sucked him, running his hand through her hair as she did her work, feeling orgasm already building deep within him, at the base of his cock. He knew that it wasn’t going to take much to get him to cum, and he was already relishing the notion of unloading himself deep into her, watching her drink down every last drop of him. He watched her suck him, watching her head bob up and down on his prick, her tongue darting out from the side of her mouth and her eyes flicking up towards him as she sought to make sure that his face was as tight with pleasure as she hoped it was.
Atticus listened to the sound of her lips on his cock, the sloppy, wet sound filling the air of the bedroom. But just as he was about to reach the point of no return, Atticus had a change of heart. Running both hands through Tessa’s hair, he gently pulled her head up, his cock slipping out of her mouth.
Sitting up, he took Tessa by the hips, flipped her over onto her back, and climbed on top of her, his cock just inches away from her pussy.
Tessa was looking forward to having Atticus shoot his cum into her mouth, to taste him so intimately, but she was just as pleased with this turn of events. She placed her hands on his sides, waiting for him to plunge himself deep into her.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Wet and slick from how aroused his cock in her mouth made her, Atticus entered her easily. She moaned softly as he sheathed himself fully in her, knowing that it wouldn’t take long at all for her to cum hard. Burying himself to the hilt, Atticus began fucking her at a pounding pace instantly, his thrusts full and deep.
He pounded her for minutes, fighting off the urge to cum. But as he fucked her, Tessa slipped her hands through his hair and looked deep into his eyes.
“Cum for me, baby,” she said, wanting nothing more than for him to shoot his load deep into her.
She herself was on the verge of climax, knowing that feeling him unload himself into her would be just the thing to push her over the brink.
And hearing Tessa’s urging was just the thing to make Atticus cum. With a long grunt, he came, his cock shooting deep into her, filling her completely. Orgasm rocked his body, weakening his arms, nearly forcing him to collapse onto her.
Then Tessa came, her orgasm exploding, ecstasy running through her body, as she shivered from the powerful thrumming of the pleasure pounding through her.
Atticus’s arms gave way from the pleasure and he allowed his body to fall on top of Tessa’s, her skin warm and wet. Tessa ran her fingers over his skin as both of them looked out of the window, their breath regaining as they watched the subtle play of the night wind through the leaves.