DIESEL

Waking up with Celia in my arms, I blink at her sleeping profile and wonder how I got this perfect life.

When we took this attic space over, she and I pushed the boxes into corners, emptied out some old dressers and a vanity, found some antique lights. We unraveled some dusty rugs and then decided to throw those fuckers out. Our clothes are here now. There’s an old bathroom just outside that nobody used for years. Plumbing was fucked up. My construction days came in handy. I brought it back into working order even though there’s not a bathtub or shower in it. Still, it does the job and we can brush our teeth and do our business in private without having to run to the lower levels of the plantation where everyone else lives.

We both think this attic is cool as fuck.

Under the blankets I slip my fingers between her legs and close my eyes as desire takes hold. She murmurs something in her dreams, hand stretching out to slide up my arm. Pressing sensual kisses into her clavicle, down her breast plate, and burrowing under the top of the blanket for the soft flesh above her nipples, I rasp, “Time to wake up so I can fuck you.”

She gives a throaty moan and opens her legs for me. Groaning with pleasure I stroke her folds, dip in for her clit and caress it in circles. My tongue teases her breasts, works them to feeling more sensitive by the second. Celia arches into my mouth and I give her a couple nibbles before slipping my finger into the wet pool of heat we’ve created.

I moan, “Your pussy, oh fuck, I love it,” eyes rolling back as she wraps warm fingers around my erection.

“Your cock belongs to me, so we’re even.”

“Say my name.”

“Diesel,” she smiles, rubbing my length on her muscular thigh. “After you got that bat out of here last night I should blow you.”

“Never need a reason to do that.”

She laughs and sinks under the blankets. I lay back, resting my head on my hands, the underbelly of my biceps exposed and cooled by the attic’s chilly air. That combined with the fire her lips are inspiring in my cock is the perfect way to wake me up. She licks me from base to tip, sucks me hard enough to make me writhe, and then uses her hand to pump while she takes her time sucking. Heat builds in my thighs, my groin, and my balls roll around and clench in anticipation. “I wanna try something,” she murmurs under the covers.

“Oh yeah?” I thickly ask, interested. Her fingernails scratch up and down my thighs as she licks me long and slow a few more times, then slides her body up mine, coming out of the blankets with her long dark hair a sexy mess over a seductive smile.

“Mmhmm,” is all she gives me as she climbs on top. I clamp my palms on her hips, dig my fingers in. Celia positions herself over me, then moves up a little so that her ass is over my cock instead. She starts sliding down and I groan as her breath hitches, yielding bit by bit.

“Hang on,” I grunt, flipping her over so that we’re missionary. I fall on top of her, guiding my cock into her anus again, this time with me in control. I chew on her jaw, dip to kiss her ear, bite it. “Ever do this with anyone?”

“Never!”

I get in deeper and see her enjoying it. “This means you’re mine. I’m branding you with a memory. You like it, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” she whimpers. “It’s almost too much.”

“I’m not gonna stop.”

Grinning, “I don’t want you to,” she wraps her hand around my head, pulls it to her and kisses me hard, making me even more erect. I can’t go all the way in. I’m too big, but I can get her off just like this. And there’s something about knowing I’m her first that has me near cumming. I start pumping in short bursts, watching her react, feeling her body loosen up for me. She gives this jagged sigh into my panting mouth. It’s so fucking sexy I start going deeper. Her nails tear into my skin but her face is all pleasure. I give her a few long strokes. “You love this!”

“It’s so fucking dirty,” she smirks, eyelashes hooded. “Oh my…ohhhhhh!” she moans as her body spasms. I slip my fingers between her legs, over her cleft and onto that tight little clit of hers that’s rock hard right now. “Yes,” she whispers, “Keep doing that!”

“Dirty little slut, you like me fuckin’ you up the ass while I make you cum like this.”

She winces, on the edge, moaning, “Yes!”

“My cock’s all yours, Ceels. Only yours. And you’re mine, every single hole is mine all mine.” On a few strokes I keep time with my fingers, strumming her clit while I stretch all those sensitive membranes she didn’t know she had. Heat pours into us as we lose ourselves to the burn. “I don’t have to pull out.”

“I know! I want to feel you explode inside me!”

Roaring I flip the fuck out without warning, switching into a primal beast who can’t stop pounding her harder as she bites back a moan and slices my arms up with her nails. She cums on my hand, asshole tightening in hard bursts, the contractions making my eyes roll back.

A pounding knock on the door stops us cold, and her father shouts, “I said I never wanted to hear you!”

Celia’s eyes go wide as she whispers, “Did you lock it?”

Laughing I murmur into her neck, “Of course I fuckin’ locked it. Are you kidding?”

She yells in a groggy voice, “What? He just had a bad dream, Dad! I was sleeping. We’re not having sex!”

Tonk Sr. waits a beat and says, “Oh, uh…sorry!” We hear his heavy footsteps ambling their way back down the old stairs.

She giggles, adds under her breath, “You should see your face.”

“It’s not nearly as beautiful as yours.” I press a kiss into her smile and she responds, arms wrapping around my neck. “I’m gonna have to wear my flannel to the party.”

“Why?”

“You tore up my shoulders!”

“It’s only because I love you.” At my raised eyebrows she adds, “And your cock is too huge for that.”

Grinning I kiss her. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

“Well, I had to try it!”

“And you liked it, too.”

She sticks her tongue out for me to suck. I do, and then ride it all the way into a deep kiss where we mold each other’s lips and moan, our heads tilting to switch sides and explore all the reasons why this feels so fucking good. Breaking free I lock eyes with my Celia and rasp, “I love you.”

Her warm eyes flicker with happiness. “If Sofia and Luke hadn’t gone to Sedona…”

“Don’t even say that. I can’t go there.”

Her smile fades at the emotion in my voice. “A guy named Diesel is not allowed to cry.”

“Then let me be Sean again for a second,” I whisper, burrowing into her neck and pressing kisses there to hide my liquid eyes.

“Show me those sapphires.”

“Those what?”

“I always call your eyes: sapphires.”

Rising up to look at her. “You do?”

She nods, tracing my stubble as her eyelashes drop to watch. “I’m not a girl who ever needed jewels, but your eyes changed my mind.”

Burrowing into her I take a few deep breaths. “You’re too good for me. It’s just…sometimes I think how I almost wasn’t here.”

“I almost wasn’t either,” she whispers.

“Guess someone upstairs was looking out for us.”

There’s a smile in her voice as she traces my arm. “Or a lot of people downstairs. Oh shit, I really did cut you up, didn’t I?”