Chapter 5
Boston
Muffled sounds—heavenly sounds. They filled the room, feeding my actions and driving me higher as I ground my cock against Lucy’s hot pussy. Fuck, she was on fire. Her hips rocked, and I met her movements with a smooth thrust. We were so in sync. So perfectly made for each other. It was obvious she wanted me. And I would have done anything to keep her with me. Anything. My brain was on overload—Lucy, Lucy. Mine. Forever.
I didn’t know her. Not in the way one probably should, but that didn’t matter. Time was irrelevant when compared to my intuition. Lucy belonged to me. She was the only thing vital to my existence.
“Say you’ll come.”
“To your place?”
At my nod, she seemed to sober. Her mouth twisted, but her hips still shifted, bringing her closer.
“How will we get there? You live outside of town. I only have my bike.”
And now I was clear-headed. Even if we did leave, I didn’t have a car or money. Not here. Calling my mom didn’t seem right. And I didn’t have her number regardless. The nurses might.
“You said you’re leaving soon. Stay at the hospital. I need time to process this anyway. I’ve never…and you…we’ve never—”
The flush tinting her cheeks brightened as she stopped. Just the sight was enough to drive me insane for more. I buried my nose in her neck and breathed in so deep, I prayed her scent would burn into my brain forever. It was familiar for reasons I didn’t know. Something tried to come, but wouldn’t. Had I done this before?
“If you want me to stay, I will. On one condition.”
Lucy’s fingers dug into my back as I nibbled on her ear. She was rocking again. And so was I. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
“What?”
“I want to touch you.”
Confusion masked her face, but didn’t last as I drove my mouth back to hers. When the button of her jeans gave way under my fingers, she jumped. My movements were slow. I eased down the zipper, sliding my arm to pull her waist higher.
“Boston, I don’t know. I…”
“Shhh. You’ll like this. Trust me.”
Trembling shook Lucy, but she rose to her knees, allowing me easier access. My eyes lifted to meet hers while my fingers dipped into her panties. Unbelievable wetness met my fingertips and my cock jerked. The throbbing increased as I moved in circles over her clit and folds. She was so swollen. So hot. And it was all for me. Me.
“God.” She pushed her hands through my short hair, hovering just above my lips, her hips gyrating more. “Boston.”
“I told you. I can give you this. I can give you everything.”
One of my digits dipped into her entrance, and Lucy gasped, pushing down even more. There was a desperation in her that fed my own. Already, I could tell she was close. It was a victory and an end I wasn’t ready for. But hell if I could stop.
“Yes. This…I like this.”
Applying pressure to her clit with my palm, I let her control the speed. Her pussy gripping tightly to my finger and I couldn’t stop myself from sliding in another to stretch her. Nails sunk into the back of my head, moving as she held on. I was dying to fuck her. And killing myself by not acting on it.
“W-Wait. Boston.”
“Remember, trust me. Keep going. Give this to me.”
Lucy’s sweet taste engulfed me once more. I applied more pressure, easing my fingers against her channel as her pace increased. She was taking more of me. Riding my digits like she was fucking my cock. My palm rotated, adding friction, and she shattered, spasming and crying in my mouth. I could have come at the sound. It was a melody that was only mine—one I would make sure never belonged to anyone else.
“When we get home, I’m going to do this all the time. I’ll live off you—your pussy, your taste.”
She was slowing, practically dead-weight on top of me as she rested her head against my neck. Pulling my fingers free, I closed my eyes and slid them into my mouth. Her essence swept over my tongue—ending me. My heart seemed to stop and visions exploded, taking her away.
But not for long.
I was walking, and it was dark. I was in a room—her room. Lucy was sleeping. Jeff was drunk and passed out. So was her mother. No one would ever know.
A sigh left her as I approached. One leg was out of the blankets while the other was hidden from view. Her little shorts V’d up her ass, making me instantly hard.
How long had I waited to come to her? Hours? All fucking day? Every day? Yes, each second was a lifetime until these stolen moments.
Her blonde hair fanned out over the pillow, and my fingers hovered above it. I lowered to my knees, leaning in and inhaling deeply. The same cheap strawberry shampoo in her bathroom filled my senses. My hand went down farther while I fingered the material of the strap to her tank top. It took everything in me not to pull it down. I wanted to see what I fantasized about. She didn’t have overly big breasts, but they were getting bigger with her age. What did they look like? What would their weight feel like in my palm?
Lower, I traveled, moving my head down as I did. Inches from her thighs wasn’t enough. I inhaled her scent like I always did, wanting to bask in her pussy in any way I could. It killed me not to do more. Not to wake her and act out what I’d exhausted in my mind. It was always the same. Stolen moments. Stolen. Stolen. Yes, I’d thought of sweeping her away, but someone…a doctor…Dr. Patron…told me she didn’t deserve a life like that. Lucy would love me. Marry me. Be mine in every way if I waited and did this right. As for taking advantage of her while she slept… At her age, I knew it was wrong, but that was irrelevant. She belonged to me. Always had.
A small whimper had me freezing. Her shorts rode up, making her panties visible, and I reached out to move them to the side. I was so close. So fucking close.
“B—oston?”
Just a whisper. A dream.
I bit my lip, lifting the cotton away from her skin. Her pussy was right before my face. My eyes closed. My lungs expanded to the max through my vast inhale. Heaven—mouth-water heaven.
Braving the worst, I applied pressure with my hand against the side of her ass and eased her folds apart. Her channel opened the smallest amount, and I clenched my teeth at the desire to do more. Slowly, I lowered, only to open her entrance again. By the fourth time, she was growing so wet. I kept breathing her in, wishing, hoping. But what I wanted, I couldn’t have. If I licked over her juices, she’d wake up. I couldn’t risk that yet. It wasn’t time. It was never time. Almost every fucking night for years—denied.
The pad of my thumb traced over her pussy as lightly as I could manage. I fixed her shorts, leaving the room as fast as I could. My thumb was already in my mouth and I was heading to the one place that would give me some sort of satisfaction: her shower, her soap, and now, with her taste.
“Are you okay? Boston?”
I blinked the colors away, removing my fingers from my mouth. I didn’t answer. I was spinning Lucy, putting her on her back as I settled my weight on top.
“I saw you. I was right.”
More, I kissed her. She didn’t push me up or try to wiggle out from beneath me. Lucy’s arms wrapped around my neck, and I did what I had always fantasized about doing.
“I want to see.” Easing up her shirt, I let her adjust as the material rose higher. She stiffened a little, and her cheeks took on that pretty, rosy tint. She was embarrassed or scared, but I didn’t stop. The soft fabric settled on her chest, and I brought up her bra to reveal her breasts. The pink nipples tightened, drawing me in as I dove down to suck one of the hard nubs into my mouth. What sounded like a cry left her, but Lucy’s legs drew up at my sides. Regardless of the orgasm she’d just had, her body was far from sated.
“We should stop. Someone might come in.”
“It’s late,” I said, continuing. “No one’s coming, and if they do, I’ll make them leave. Touch me, Lucy.”
I reached for her hand, lifting as I led it into my sweatpants. Terror. Big green eyes looked up at me in fear as I wrapped her hand around my cock and added pressure against her fingers. My hips eased back and a groan tore from my lips as her palm slid over the head and glided along my length. Kissing her and moving back in to pinch her nipple seemed to calm the wildness within. Her body reacted, responding to my rhythm and quickening in pace as I breathed heavily through my thrusts.
“Fuck, that feels so good. You have no idea what you do to me.”
My cock thickened, aching as the pressure built inside. Faster, I thrust, reaching down to cup her pussy as I used all my strength to hold myself up. Spinning had the room swaying, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The harder I kissed Lucy, the more I was hers. Sweat covered my body. I was getting close.
“Do you wish you were…”
“Here?” My fingers rubbed harder through the jeans covering her pussy. Lucy gasped, moaning and nodding her head.
“I don’t need to wish. I’m going to be. Maybe not tonight,” I grunted, forcing the words out. “Maybe not tomorrow. But eventually, all of you will be mine.”
Lucy’s fingers dipped lower, brushing against my sac. Cupping and swirling her digits along my balls. The moment she took hold of my length and stroked back toward the tip, I came undone. Cum shot from me so hard, it sprayed across her stomach, breasts, and shirt. And it didn’t seem to want to stop. My head dropped, and I tried not to collapse on top of her as I rolled to the side. I barely managed to get my shirt off to wipe her down before I locked my arms around her.
“You’re staying. I want you to stay.”
The room was still whirling from the overexertion. Sleep beckoned, and with each blink, my eyes were harder to reopen. She was trying to fix her pants and shirt in my firm hold, but I was too afraid she’d leave if I loosened. Darkness. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had more than a few hours here and there since I’d awoken. Lucy stayed on my mind. She haunted my dreams and every waking minute. But I had her now. My mind knew that and was shutting down because of it. She’d stay. I wouldn’t let go. She’d stay.