Genesis Lost - Books 1 - 6, page 114
The moment I let my finger play with the button of her pants, her eyes gaped open. She ripped her mouth from mine, pointed behind me and let out a squeal. “What is that thing over there?”
“Huh?”
I let go of her body and walked over to where she pointed. “You mean this thing? It’s a toaster.”
“I know what a toaster is,” she snarled and adjusted her pointed finger. “That thing next to it.”
“Oh. That’s an old record player.” When her eyebrows bunched against her forehead, I clarified. “It plays music. Let me show you.”
I grabbed the thing and carried it over to one of the batteries. Then I pointed at the crate underneath the toaster. “I’ve got a few records in there. Just bring whichever you want to listen to.”
She flipped through the records while I dusted off the player, making sure it got power and was still functional. Kim brought over a record, and I took it out of its cardboard jacket, the vinyl spotting a few scratched, but I decided to give it a try, regardless.
I put the record on, swung the tonearm around, and lowered the stylus toward the turntable. Then I cranked up the volume, and the metal building filled with slow tunes as a man’s soft voice sung of broken hearts and mending them.
Kim’s face lit up.
Her gaze wandered back and forth between me and the vinyl, which turned and turned, and all the while, she began to sway her hips and rock her body from side to side. So beautiful. So fucking much woman, it ached my heart.
I took her hand into mine and slung the other around the small of her back, jutting my chin toward my feet and gesturing her to watch.
Ten years ago, my mom forced me to learn how to dance under threats of taking my crossbow away if I didn’t comply. No matter how awkward it was back then to hold my mother in my arms, this moment proved just once more that parents were always right.
“What are you doing?” Kim asked, but her feet had already started to tap forward and back.
“Dancing with my wife, I guess.”
We began turning inside this dusty building, our bodies so close the thought of this song coming to an end made desperation grow inside me.
Kim nestled her head against my shoulder as we danced, surrounded by tablecloths and useless knickknacks. And I allowed myself to take in the scent of her clean hair, and the faint taste of me on her body, which I liked the best.
My heart near stopped when she gazed up at me, her mouth searching for mine just as her eyes closed once more. Mine didn’t. I watched how she kissed me. Felt how she raked her fingers through my hair. Smelled her sweet breath, which escaped her lips along with soft moans.
Oh, this was it.
This was why I was here.
To find a woman I can love and protect.
Raise a family with, so our children could do this very same thing all over again.
My entire body warmed at her presence, and there was no doubt I was a doomed man. If Kim would leave me after those sixty days, I’d die the moment she stepped out of my life, turning moments like this surreal once more.
“I like you, Kim,” I whispered into her ear. “I like you a lot.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.” I took her deeper into my embrace. “What do I have to do to make you stay?”
She stared up at me from shiny eyes, her lips parted and lined with a slight quiver. “Oriel, I —”
Tschhhh…. tk…tk… tk…
The stylus jiggled and sent a slight screech into the building, followed by a loud rushing noise.
I let go of her and hurried over, swinging up the tonearm and turning the player off. “Some of the other records might work better. But I can try to clean it for you if you’d like to take it home.”
She nodded quickly, her gaze entirely lost to the dirt floor in front of her. “Um, yeah. I’d love to take it home, like, to your cabin.”
“Alright. How about this?” I rummaged for an empty wooden crate and handed it to her. “You go through the shelves and take whatever you want. I’ll look for some more furniture and line them up here for your approval.”
“Okay.”
With the crate dangling from both hands, she disappeared behind the shelves where she clinked and clanked through the kitchen stuff.
All the while, I carried and dragged end tables, chairs, and shelves toward the center and lined them up. Yup, parents were always right, and the way she had gone soft and pliable in my arms while we danced was the living proof of it. I was sure mom had more parental advice to give on this subject. Something I rolled my eyes over when I was a kid. But now? Now that shit was gold!
Nine
Kim
So, I kissed Oriel. Big fucking deal.
Can’t blame a girl for dreaming. Or falling for the illusion of a guy actually caring about her, after four years of servicing men who didn’t give a damn.
I felt drawn to Oriel.
Because he was so sweet; the first perfect thing I’ve seen in my world ever since it had gone to shit.
Kissing him was okay.
Really, it was.
There was no reason I couldn’t be enjoying all this — as long as I reminded myself it wasn’t real. One day I’d have to leave this dream before it would fall apart all on its own. And it would.
I grabbed the dusty end table, wiped it down with a damp cloth, and positioned it right next to the couch. The artificial fern went on top, its leaves draping lazily over the oaken wood and down the sides. I placed the off-white picture frame beside it, which held a picture of a happy couple, strangers to me, but it was still better than being empty. Now that Oriel and I were all fake married and all, perhaps we would put a phony picture of us in there instead.
“Where do you want this painting?” Oriel asked and lowered the huge frame onto the floor.
“I was thinking right here, between hallway and living room.” I pointed at the wall, went on my toes, and tapped where I wanted the upper edge. “Perhaps we could put a light here as well, so people can see it better.”
“You want me to install a light solely for the purpose of showing off this painting?”
“Is there a problem with that?”
Oriel grinned. “No problem. Make a mental note: The wife wants hallway light. How about we start with the painting first, though?”
“Good idea.”
“Grab the pencil from my back pocket, tell me once its level and mark the upper edge to the left and the right.”
He grabbed the painting once more and lifted it up, placing it carefully against the wall while I took the pencil, trying to ignore his cute ass.
“Higher.”
He stretched his arms longer, the fabric of his shirt fitting snuggly around his muscular shoulders. Oriel was a sexy guy, with a three-day stubble, ribbed stomach and a fat cock I probably couldn’t wrap my fingers around if I tried.
“Hellooo?”
“Ehh…” I took a few steps back and cocked my head. “Higher to the right. The other right, Oriel.”
“Like this?”
“Hm.” I gazed over the painting. “No, it’s too high on the right now. Bring it down a bit.”
He slowly slipped the edge down. “Better?”
“That was actually too much.”
A deep breath escaped his mouth, and I could have sworn I saw him rolling his eyes through the back of his skull. “I’ll go up a bit again. This better?”
“More.”
“Now?”
I took another half-step back until my back hit the opposite wall, taking my sweet time as I stared at the edge of the frame compared to the line where wall met ceiling.
“Kim, this thing is heavy, you know. The frame is solid wood.”
“Stop rushing me.” I gave it a final glance. In the end, I reminded myself it didn’t really matter. Regardless of how crooked it was, I wouldn’t look at it for more than another fifty-something days, anyway. “It’s fine.”
I walked over and marked the corners to the left and right, then swung myself onto the couch and watched how Oriel brought a small ladder.
He hammered some things into the frame, others into the wall. After he hung the painting, he stepped back, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and shook his head. “This shit is all crooked.”
“Maybe you should have called William.”
“Very funny.” He walked over to me with a mischievous grin on his face, flung himself on the couch and pulled me across his lap. “It’s your fault. You told me it was level.”
It didn’t take long until his erection pressed against me from below, making me way hornier than it should have.
“Shouldn’t have rushed me,” I said, his hard cock against my pussy sending shivers along my body.
Enjoying sex with him would be okay, right? Given the way he made me feel the first time we did it, there was hope I might actually get mine. A luxury I rarely got to experience ever since Knox popped my cherry.
Oriel grabbed my hips and pressed me down, pouting his lips and moaning, his eyes pinning me down with lust, desire.
The moment I began rocking against him, rubbing myself on his hard cock straining his pants, he threw his head back and let out a groan. My arousal was intense and yet increasing by the second, making me stand up and slip out of my pants while Oriel fumbled with his and freed his cock.
I mounted him once more, and shoved my panty to the side, finding myself wet, wanting, ready to fill myself up with his flesh.
And I did.
I lowered myself down on his crown, rotating my hips until that thing finally slipped inside my entrance and parted me with pain and pleasure alike.
All the while, Oriel stared up at me, watching how my face must have twisted and scrunched up with the pressure of his thick shaft building inside me.
I let my legs push me up to take a breath, sliding back down a bit more while I emptied my lungs in a drawn-out moan.
“Do you like my cock?” he asked, his eyes trained on mine. “Do I feel good inside you?”
“Your cock is massive.” I closed my eyes for a second, then added what I needed to because, obviously, a previous virgin wouldn’t have been able to compare. “At least I think you are.”
“It’s all yours, baby.”
I breathed out slowly until my thighs finally pressed against his lap, slinging my arm around his neck as I arched my back, taking him in deeper. My pelvis rocked against him hard and intense, making my clit throb and my stomach tingle.
Oriel pushed my shirt up and let his mouth devour my breast, his tongue mating with my nipple. “What about the condom?”
“Fuck the condom.”
This was too good to be interrupted, and I placed one hand behind me on his thigh while I dragged my pussy across him, his steel hard erection filling me with the need to fuck him, to use him like I’d been used.
When my walls tightened around him, Oriel ventured his fingers between us and started rubbing my pearl, but I smacked his hand. “Don’t.”
Control.
I had to have it if just this once.
I grabbed his wrists and shoved his arms behind his head, where I held them, riding his shaft and filling myself with an electrifying sensation. Did I ever feel anything like it? The sheer pleasure of filling myself with this man, taking instead of giving, left my body hot and my mind at the edge of insanity.
“I’ll come if you keep going like that,” Oriel said, the possible implication heavy in his voice. “Baby, you have to come before I do.”
Yeah, I had to.
And I would.
I ground down harder, opening myself up to that heat inside me, the burning, the sweltering. Oriel’s lips turned into a thin line the way he pressed them together, barely breathing now as he held back like the gentleman I knew he was.
“Come on,” he whispered and grabbed my hips once more, pushing me deep onto his flesh. “Didn’t you say you like how my big cock feels inside you?”
I moaned. “Mmmh, yeah.”
“Then take it. Take my cock and make your cunt tremble.”
Oh goodness, the roughness of his words, the way he demanded my pleasure… It was hot. It nearly killed me from the inside, the stacking pleasure, the way my womb contracted, the way I sat impaled on him, and relished every second of it. My chest heaved, my head fell back, and what started as a deep moan at the back of my throat turned into a high-pitched scream. Everything down there erupted in pleasure, releasing something I hadn’t felt in years. And it lasted.
It lasted so long I feared my soul would leave my body right along with that uncontrolled pleasure, which slowly, so very slowly, ebbed away and left me a trembling mess against Oriel’s body.
Oriel
Kim’s legs tightened around me as those few remaining jerks of her cunt milked my hard shaft. Shit, did I want to come inside her. Her dark eyes alone could have made me come at this point, half-lidded and speaking of that energy she had released onto my body.
But I had to keep my control, that promise I had made to myself to give this a real shot. A fair one. Trapping her with my kid inside her stomach wasn’t part of that.
At this point, I was just content staring at her, watching those red lips of hers sucking in air as she desperately tried to slow her heart.
I cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer against me, taking in the massive expansion of her ribcage as she stayed so still now as if another thrust of my dick might make her crumble.
Something wet trickled down the side of my neck. A sniffle followed right after.
I pulled my head back and gazed down at Kim, tears already smeared across her cheeks. “Are you crying?”
“No.” Another sniffle. “Maybe.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” When she didn’t respond, I cupped her cheek and lifted her chin. “Please tell me what’s wrong, so I can do it differently the next time.”
Not that I did much this time around. Kim had done all the work, and she did a mighty good job.
Her sniffles turned into sobs, and from there into full-blown crying. “I don’t know. It was just… it was so beautiful.”
“You’re crying because it was beautiful?”
I must have arched a brow or something, because she immediately wiped her face on her shirt, dismounted me, and mumbled a quick sorry underneath her breath.
Then she kneeled on the ground in front of the couch, grabbed my dick, and worked her fingers up and down my shaft.
“Hey!”
I leaned over and grabbed her arms, trying to pull her up, but she had already wrapped her lips around my crown. Shit, this was a close second to her pussy, sucking my cum toward the tip all over again.
“Stop,” I said. “You don’t have to finish me off just because… fuck…”
Her tongue twirled around my rim now, her mouth swallowing as much of me as she managed without choking. This was killing me. The pressure of her tongue against the sensitive nerve ends of my dick, her lips pulling on the rim just to slide down my shaft a moment later.
I felt myself expand inside her mouth, biting away at her throat and swelling against her gums. Her hand gripped the base of my cock now while the other cupped my ballsack.
She sucked; sucked the control right out of me, her lips clamped around me while I couldn’t help but give the occasional thrust into her sweet mouth. Who would have known a mouth which had called me all sorts of filthy things could bring so much pleasure? Wouldn’t get her pregnant either if I came.
But could I really do that? Letting my semen explode at her tip, only to thrust it down her throat a second later? While tears still ran down her cheeks for reasons I didn’t exactly grasp?
“Kim,” I said and cupped her chin, almost forcefully. “Enough, baby.”
A slurp escaped her as I finally managed to pull her up and away from my throbbing cock.
“I’m sorry,” she said once more.
And suddenly, I wondered if this woman ever had a concept of what she actually apologized for.
“What for? You don’t have to feel like you owe me anything.” I grabbed her and placed her across my lap, stroking her black hair out of her face and tugging it behind her ears. “This was amazing. Watching how you make yourself come on my dick was mind-blowing, okay?”
She nodded, then changed the nod into a shake. “I thought I’d make it fifty-fifty, so we’ll be even.”
“Baby, there is no fifty-fifty in this marriage.” I placed a kiss onto her mouth and stroked over the mounds of her breasts, once again covered by her shirt. “We both try to give it one-hundred percent, okay? And we got each other’s backs whenever the other one can’t give it right now, for whatever reason.”
What the fuck.
Now she cried even more.
I was either a very lousy lover, and she was too kind to tell me, or I was so incredibly good I broke her on the second fuck. I hoped for the latter but, really, I had no clue what I was doing here.
“Hey.” I pushed myself up and cradled her against me, walking her over to the kitchen counter, where I pulled up my pants and tortured my cock back inside. “How about we do something fun? My mom let me borrow her gun for you. It’s not as heavy as mine and has literally no kickback. I’ll teach you.”
“You’ll teach me how to shoot?”
“You liked it at the warehouse, didn’t you?”
She nodded.
“Let’s do it then.” I grabbed her pants from the living room and handed it to her. “If you still hate me once the sixty days are over, you’ll be on your own. You have to be able to defend yourself, Kim. Even thought about fixing up the bike for you. You know, put regular tires on it.”
She stared at me wide-eyed, her lips unable to close completely. “Are you saying you’re helping me to escape?”
“Nope. I told you if you try to run, I’ll track you down. But if you don’t want me after those sixty days, I’ll do everything I can to prepare you for whatever comes next. Just because you won’t be my wife doesn’t mean I wouldn’t care about your safety.”
