Chapter Eight
Lydia opened her lips, and Henry pressed the tip of his cock against her mouth. With her eyes still on him, she lowered her head and took him into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. Growling, he sank his hands into her hair needing to hold onto her hair to keep himself grounded. He watched her slide down his cock until he hit the back of her throat. She came up, flicking the tip with her tongue. Over and over she took him into her mouth, and her saliva coated his cock.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve got a perfect mouth,” he said. She tightened her lips around his length, sucking hard. The suction almost had him coming. Tightening his fist into her hair, he cursed. “Be careful, baby. I don’t want our first time to be inside your mouth.”
She bobbed her head creating a rhythm that had him pulling out of her mouth. He couldn’t stand the pleasure her lips were creating. Pushing her back against the bed, he followed her, opening her legs to reveal her creamy cunt.
Settling between her thighs, he gripped his shaft and pressed the tip to her entrance. Her cream coated the head, and he stared into her eyes as he slid deep inside her.
When she had a couple of inches of his cock in her pussy, he placed his hands on her hips then slammed the last several inches. She cried out, arching up on the bed. He sucked on the nipple she offered up to him, biting on the hard bud.
“That’s right, baby. Come to me.” He divided his attention between her two nipples, tonguing the hard buds.
“Please, Henry, move.”
Rearing back, he stared down at where his cock was inside her body. The lips of her sex were open around his length, spread open wide to accept him. She looked so fucking sexy taking his cock. Pulling out of her, he watched his naked length covered in her cream reappear. It was like magic to him to witness the beauty of her accepting his shaft. When only the tip remained inside her, he stared into her eyes.
Holding onto her hips, he didn’t break contact as he slammed deep inside her. She cried out, gripping his arms.
He felt every ripple of her pussy as he stayed still inside her. “How does it feel, baby?” he asked.
“Amazing. Please, don’t stop.”
“You want more of my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Henry, fuck me so hard. Give me your cock.”
He slammed inside her over and over again. Her begging drove him harder. There was nothing more satisfying than hearing her pleasured cries. He pounded inside her, watching her cunt take every inch of him.
Her nails sank into the flesh of his wrists, holding him in place.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Take my cock. You’re soaking wet. Your cum’s all over my dick.” He couldn’t look away.
The nakedness of his cock didn’t bother him. In the last three weeks he’d made the doctor test him to make sure he didn’t have anything. The results had come in a couple of days ago. There were no more women, no more whores. The only person he wanted in his life was beneath him taking his cock. The idea of kids no longer repelled him. Lydia made him want everything he’d denied himself since he’d gotten scarred.
Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head, covering her body with his own. The hard buds of her nipples pressed against his chest sending his pulse racing.
“Give me those lips, baby.”
Lydia didn’t fight him, offering up her sweet lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She met him halfway, stroking her tongue with his.
He didn’t stop thrusting inside her, going deeper than ever before. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did as he asked, and he slid deeper still. Kissing her lips, he slid down to her neck, sucking on her pulse. The moans coming from her lips turned him on even more.
“I’m never going to get tired of fucking you, Lydia. You better get used to having a cock inside you because it’s always going to be mine.”
“Yes, please.” Her fingers sank into his hair, holding him tight against her.
Henry thrust inside her, watching the lust sparkle in her eyes as her cunt gripped him tight. There was no greater pleasure to be had than what she was giving him. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
There was no holding back. She was so tight and wet that he couldn’t stop the pleasure. He thrust inside her a final time filling her with his spunk. Dropping his head to her neck, he thrust through the waves of ecstasy, feeling lightheaded when it was all over.
She kissed his neck, but he wasn’t done with her yet. With his cock still inside her, he moved over, keeping her leg over his hip. His cock was flaccid, but he stayed inside her, not wanting to leave her.
Caressing down her body, he sucked on her nipple. He glided his fingers down between her legs. Finding her clit, he slowly stroked over the hard nub while also working her nipple. Her pussy came instantly alive, and he slowly thrust into her as he fingered her clit.
He pulled away to watch as her orgasm took over. She thrust onto his cock, tightening around him and washing his cock in cum.
When it was over, she collapsed onto the bed with a sweet smile on her lips.
“I take it you liked that, baby,” he said, kissing her cheek.
She turned her head to smile at him. “Yeah, very much.”
Henry pulled out of her.
“You didn’t use a condom?” she asked, sitting up. He followed her gaze in time to see his own cum spilling from her nether lips. Never in all of his life had he seen something so amazing and erotic. He was rock hard at the sight alone.
“No, I didn’t.”
He saw the panic in her eyes. “Are you clean?”
“Yeah, I’m clean. I got the all clear from the doctor. I never went bare with any of the other women I was with. You’re the first woman I’ve gone without a condom.”
“What about pregnancy? I’m not covered. I’m clean, and I’ve always used condoms. I’m not on the pill.”
“We’ll deal with that when it’s time.”
“I don’t want kids yet.”
“Neither do I, but I wouldn’t mind.” He reached out to cup her cheek. “I’m sorry. I thought you’d have been on the pill.”
Did he really? Did he want kids? In the past he didn’t want them, but if Lydia decided she wanted them, he’d have them.
He’d seen how happy Caleb had become with children, but could he find that kind of happiness?
Lydia made him want to be different and to search for different things. This apartment was one of the changes he’d made. He no longer held an apartment in the old building underneath Caleb. This was his only place to stay. He didn’t want the other life or the other women.
“I’ve not been with any other whores, Lydia. Our girls, I’ve not been near them since the night we were taken.” He hated the fact he’d been with them prior to being a bastard to her. It sickened him.
“Not one?”
“You’re mine, Lydia, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m yours.” He touched her cheek, running a thumb over her lip.
“You’re really something else.” She cupped his hand, turning to lay a kiss to his palm.
There was so much he wanted to do to her.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked.
“For not using a condom?”
He nodded.
“No, not really. I’m not angry at you. I probably should be angry at you.” She dropped her hands to her lap. “We’ll need to go to the pharmacy, and I’ll talk with the doctor.”
“Shall we wait and see?” he asked.
“What?”
“I’ll use condoms for the rest of our time together, but should we see if you’re pregnant before taking that drastic step?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
She didn’t speak for several seconds. “Okay, if you’re happy with that.”
He was happy, and again he didn’t know why.
****
Over the next week Lydia was on cloud nine. Henry was attentive and sweet to her. Since their first night it had only gotten better. He’d assigned a bodyguard to her whenever she wanted to leave the apartment. Her bruising had all but disappeared. There was no pain in her ribs, and she was good as new. Throughout the week they’d gone back to her apartment to collect the rest of her stuff. She should have seen the truth when Henry kept bringing her belongings back home every night.
He didn’t want her working either. There were a lot of things he didn’t want her doing. He’d ordered her not to shave her pussy again as he wanted that privilege.
She entered the apartment with Arnold following behind her.
“I can get home on my own.”
“Until Henry gets back he wants you to have someone with you all the time,” Arnold, the bodyguard assigned to her, said.
“It must be totally lame for you, following me around all day.”
“Caleb and Henry are two of the most sought after men. It’s a pleasure to be given this opportunity to work for them.” Arnold closed the door, walking close behind her as she entered the kitchen. She’d been grocery shopping for their dinner.
“Really?”
“There are bosses who are not particularly fair. This job is a good one.”
“How do you know Henry?” She didn’t like having Arnold around and not talk to him. It seemed rude to her.
“I was a fighter. He and Caleb come to the fights and offer jobs to the men who are the most promising and discreet. They want men they can trust to get the job done.”
Did she want to know anymore about Henry’s work? She knew he wasn’t legal. The only thing that was legal about his entire operation was the club they owned.
“That’s enough. I don’t need to know anything else.”
There was a buzz at the intercom. Leaving the kitchen, she walked into the hallway to find Caleb waiting to be let inside.
“Caleb? Henry’s not here right now.”
“I know. He’s busy. I wanted to talk with you.” She stared at him. This man did scare her. “Let me in, Lydia.”
Arnold was home, so there was nothing Caleb could do. He was employed by Henry to keep her safe. She pressed the button and waited for the knock on the door. Arnold was stood in the hallway along with her.
He pushed her behind him as the door was knocked on. Caleb stood on the other side, raising a brow at Arnold.
“You can leave, Arnold. I’ve got it from here.”
She didn’t want Arnold to leave. Caleb looked at her, waiting.
“It’s okay, Arnold. Caleb won’t let anything happen to me.” She turned on her heel and walked back to the kitchen. The only thing she wanted between her and Caleb was space.
The door closed, and she held her breath waiting for Caleb to come into eye sight.
When he did, she turned toward the fridge to finish putting away the cheese and cream.
“You and Henry,” he said.
She glanced over her shoulder to see him stood waiting for her. He looked like he owned the place. Staring down at the cream in her hands, she didn’t like the way he made her feel.
“What about me and Henry?”
“Is it serious?”
Lydia gave him her full attention. “It’s serious to me.”
“Henry is my friend, and we’re business partners. What happens to him concerns me. You’re a distraction. He’s different since he’s been around you.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“He’s determined to find those men who hurt you. This man is not the person I’ve come to rely on.”
She tucked some hair behind her ear. “How is that being distracted?”
“He’s missing other business. We’re a team, and if he keeps going hunting, he’s going to find what he’s looking for and more.”
Lydia saw he was concerned.
“Are you fucking with him because he killed your boyfriend?”
“What? No?”
“You don’t strike me as a nice woman. Henry, he needs a nice woman to see past all the shit.”
“What? You mean his scars?” She was getting angrier by the second. Caleb had no right to come here and accuse her of this stuff.
“You’re in his apartment, and he’s laid a claim to you. I don’t like the vibe I’m getting from all of this.”
“You think I’m using him?”
“He’s got a thing for whores.”
She threw the block of cheese at him. “First, I’m not a fucking whore. Second, Henry was the one who moved me into this apartment. I didn’t suggest it once. And third, how fucking dare you. You don’t know me or anything about me. I care about Henry. He means a great deal to me. I don’t know if I love him yet as that’s pretty fucking deep. I’ve never loved any man in my whole life. Henry, he’s special, and I would never, ever, do anything to hurt him.”
“Caleb, get the fuck out of my apartment,” Henry said, rounding the corner.
Lydia gasped. She’d not heard him come into the apartment.
“Henry.”
“Lydia, I want to apologize about my so-called friend,” Henry said.
“I was worried about you, Henry. You’re different. You’re missing business while you’re searching for these men, and it is going to put you behind bars.”
“No, it’s not. I’m not hurting anyone. Those men deserve to die, and I’m going to do it.”
“You don’t know anything about her,” Caleb said.
She stared from one man to the other. Henry’s hands were fisted while Caleb simply had his arms down by his sides.
“Neither did you when it came to Donna. All you saw was what you wanted. You wanted her, and I want Lydia. She’s not using me, Caleb. I’ve told her to stop working. I already started moving her in with me before we were fucking. Get the fuck out of my apartment before I do something I might regret.”
Lydia watched as Caleb stared down her man. She didn’t want the two friends to argue over her.
“Henry?”
“No, Lydia. Stay out of it. He had no right speaking to you like that, and I won’t have him doing it again.”
“You’re putting a woman first?”
“Didn’t you when it came to Donna?” Henry asked.
She looked at Caleb when he made no sound of disagreement.
“Donna’s my wife.”
“Now she is. She wasn’t when you first started out, so don’t try and tell me otherwise. Donna was just another woman you fucked. Get out.”
Henry and Caleb disappeared taking their argument with them. The door closed, and Henry reappeared in the kitchen. His hand went to the back of her neck. “Hey, baby, I’m really sorry about that.”
“He’s your friend. Doesn’t he have a right to be concerned for you?” She didn’t want to come between them, but Caleb’s words were incredibly harsh.
“I don’t give a fuck what he says. You’re mine, and he doesn’t allow me to say shit like that to Donna. I’m not going to let the bastard do it to you. I’ll protect you.”
He tilted her head back and claimed her lips. She melted against him as his tongue plundered her mouth. All thought of food disappeared as he pressed her up against the fridge. His hands moved down her body stopping at the bottom of her skirt. Henry lifted her skirt up. The tips of his fingers skimming over her thighs until one of his hands cupped her panty covered pussy. Henry growled. “What have I told you about wearing panties?”
She gasped as his lips moved down to her neck. He nibbled on her neck as he slid his finger underneath the edge of her panty.
Cream soaked the lips of her sex, and his fingers teased through her cum before sliding over her clit. She cried out as he pinched her clit then delved down to thrust inside her core.
“You’re so fucking responsive, baby. Do you like my fingers in your cunt?”
Lydia stared into her eyes, never wanting to stop looking at him. The scars on his face didn’t define him as a man. No, Henry, his actions that went unnoticed defined him to her. Behind closed doors he was the most amazing person she’d ever met.
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then get my dick out.”
She tugged at his belt, working fast to free his cock from the confines of the pants that kept him.
Henry didn’t leave her pussy, and she had to work around his searching hands.
“This is my pussy.”
Every part of her belonged to him, and she had no interest in any other man.
“Please, Henry.” She begged, needing to feel him inside her.
Seconds that felt like hours passed before she finally got his cock out. She stroked the entire length, smearing his pre-cum along the head.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care. Please, Henry, fuck me.”
He froze. His whole body tightened at her words. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I trust you.” She worked his cock until he batted her hand out of the way. He lifted her up ordering her to wrap her legs around his waist. What woman wouldn’t love being able to be lifted? He pressed her against the fridge as one hand left her ass to take control of his cock.
Lydia paused as the tip of his large cock pressed against her entrance. She was so wet that he pushed the first few inches inside her with ease. They both groaned. The sounds echoing around the room as he sank inch by glorious inch inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.”
His curse words made her smile. Gripping his shoulders, she rested her head against the back wall.
On the last couple of inches he thrust hard and deep inside her making her cry out.
“That’s it, baby. I’m deep inside you now. There’s nowhere else for me to go.”
Both of his hands returned to her ass, gripping the flesh.
Without the condom between them, she felt every pulse and jerk of his cock within her.
“No man will ever treat you like that again. You’re mine, and I won’t allow it.”
She nodded, panting for him to move.
Slowly, he started to withdraw from her.
“Watch me, baby. Watch my dick covered in your cum.”
Looking down she saw the rock hard length of him appear. His prick was slicked with her cum. He didn’t give her a chance to admire the hard length as he rammed inside her.
Henry took control of the fucking, changing it up from a slow withdrawal to a harsh thrust. She loved the mixture of pain and pleasure and didn’t want it to end.
“So fucking tight and hot.” He pounded inside her. Sweat covered both of them. “Finger your pussy. I want to feel you come before I do.”
She reached down between them, sliding her finger over her nub. The moment she touched herself it was an instant hit of sensation. She couldn’t focus as he filled her to the brim.
“Come for me, Lydia.”
From the look on his face, he was close to coming.
Fingering her clit she didn’t take her time and just thrust herself into an orgasm that left her screaming. His fingers tightened on her ass to the point she knew she was going to have bruises from them.
Seconds later his cock tightened further, jerking as he spilled his cum inside her. He growled against her neck. His hot breath brushed across her pulse.
Closing her eyes, she wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close.
“I never want to let you go,” she said, speaking the words softly.
She opened her eyes when she felt him move. Henry was staring at her, his face completely closed off.
“I’m not going anywhere, Lydia.”