Broken Wings (A Romantic Suspense) (21 page)

He keeps his hands on my back as my knees buckle. I hold him close, slide down his body to my knees, and undo his belt buckle. Jack tenses all over in excitement, his hands resting on my shoulders.

I lift his hard cock and his balls out of his clothes and cup him in my hands. I look up at him and the expression on his face makes me melt. He touches my cheek with his knuckle as I hold his shaft in my hand and press the shaft to my lips. I can’t open my mouth wide enough to take him all the way, but I can suck and kiss the tip, and wet him with my mouth.

I lift his cock, hold it against his belly, and run my tongue and lips up the shaft.

“Sit down, please,” I ask him.

He shuffles to the bed and I pull his pants down to his knees as he sits, then push them down around his ankles. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I take off his shoes and socks and pull his pants away, then settle between his legs.

I hold his cock down against his stomach and kiss his balls, running my tongue over them as his dick hardens even more under my hand. I stroke my hand up and down his shaft lightly, not gripping, just running my palm and fingers along the underside. Every time I slide my fingers around the head of his cock, he shudders.

Moving a little, I lick the root of his cock, where it meets his balls, and let go of it. It stands straight up, pulsing, so hard. Holding it, I lick the head, and his legs jerk, and he grips the covers. A little moan escapes his lips, and I pull back and grin. There’s a little pearl of pre-cum right on the tip of his cock. I dip in and take it off with my tongue then lick his shaft up and down vigorously until it’s slick in my hand, and start to stroke.

“Ellie,” Jack groans, rising up as his stomach contracts. He sits up and curls around me, stroking my head as I hold the tip of his cock in my mouth and furiously jerk him, my hand slippery with my own spit.

He shudders, hard, and his cock throbs in my hand, jumping and jerking with a life of its own. A hot rush explodes in my mouth and I gulp it down as it fast as I can, holding the head tightly in my lips. Jack almost falls on me, groaning and grunting, his body flexing. I hold the tip in my mouth, lick the last of it up, and swallow again.

Jack nudges a little cum off my chin with his thumb. I quickly take it in my mouth and suck it clean.

He looks at me for a second and then grabs me under my arms and hauls me up onto the bed. My eye flies open wide as he kisses me voraciously, viciously, throwing his weight on top of me. I grab his cock and stroke it, hoping to make him hard again so he can thrust through the slit in my panties and take me now, fuck me hard, and come deep inside me.

He stops.

“Ellie, we don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t care.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’re married, now. I don’t want anything between us. Just tonight. Please.”

Jack rises up onto his knees and peels of his jacket and shirt, throws them on the floor, and kneels there, his still-hard cock throbbing and jutting at me, his perfect body oiled with sweat. I jump up and lick his chest, salty on my tongue.

“Jesus, Ellie!”

I look up at him and he quickly undoes my bra and pulls it away. He cups my breasts in his hands, pushes me down, and takes my nipple in his mouth. I wrap my legs around him and let him suck and swirl and squeeze with his lips, heat spreading through my body and growing into a furnace between my legs. I grind my pussy against him.

“My underwear has a slit in the front so you can fuck me with them on. Do you want to?”

“Yes. You look so fucking hot in those stockings.”

My heart flutters. Jack fists his hand in my hair and kisses me, on the lips, on the cheek, on my throat.

“So beautiful,” he purrs. “So goddamn beautiful. Ellie, I love you. I love you forever.”

“I love you, Jack.”

Startled, he lifts his head up and stares at me. His openmouthed look of surprise melts into a supremely pleased smile, and he whoops with joy and kisses me again. It’s infectious, irresistible. I hug him and burst into tears, sobbing.

“Ellie? Jesus, are you okay—”

“Yes, please, don’t stop. Take me, Jack. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m not broken.”

“You’re not broken,” he says softly.

“Then show me.”

He grins.

Then he jerks back up into a kneeling position, grabs my hips, and flips me on my stomach with all his strength. He hooks his hands and pulls me onto my knees, my ass up in the air, and I rise on all fours. He works his finger into the slit in my underwear and then into my body, curling it down and rubbing me from the inside.

I buck back against him, riding his finger. I want him inside me. He shifts on the bed behind me, straddling my feet. I look over at the mirror and watch his cock disappear, swallowed up by my throbbing pussy until he slams home in a single thrust. I feel his fucking balls slap my clit.

He doesn’t stop, he
fucks
. I can only stand to hold myself up on my elbows for a few seconds before I flop down on the bed, my ass up in the air, Jack hammering into me, filling me, shocks running through my body with each thrust.

Jack slows. I turn a little and look over my shoulder.

“Why are you—”

He doesn’t answer. He pulls out of me, throws my hips to the side, and grabs my arms. He rolls me onto my back, falls on top of me, and thrusts into me all at once without even needing to use his hand to guide his cock inside me. I arch against him on the bed and writhe as he thrusts in full-body motions, his chest gliding against mine. The whole bed rocks with it.

I spread my legs out, spread eagle on the bed, and Jack puts his arms around me. He grunts, “
Ellie, Ellie
,”
in my ear, shaking every time he thrusts fully inside me. He holds his cock deep within me, grinding against my body. My legs stretch out and my toes curl back. I want to snap my thighs around him but I want him to
move
, fuck me full force, so I hold them down, the tension an agony in my muscles that builds with every thrust, every groping touch of his hands, every touch of his lips and tongue on my face.

I kiss him hard, grab his head, and hold him to me, tasting his tongue and lips as he feels me. My jaw starts to quiver and I can’t kiss anymore, I can’t control my lips. Jack presses his forehead to mine and grabs my hands. He threads his fingers through my right and holds my left by the wrist, pinning them to the bed. My legs start to pull up, and I can’t stop them. My feet flop in the air, my toes twitching and curling forward and back.

He’s so
big
, not just inside me, all over. All this furious energy flowing into me, pressing me down, consuming me. I feel so small and
vulnerable
, and I
like it
.

My hand squeezes his. My body squeezes his. Jack’s body arches as he pushes into me, and I feel him slow, straining to hold back. I buck my hips and grind against him, and he comes at me again full force, rocking the bed. My legs curl up and I want to wrap my arms around him, but he’s got them pinned.

I cry his name as he thrusts into me and explodes, throbbing inside me. My head lolls back and the grind of his body against mine drives me over the edge, and I start to quiver under him, pinned down. My legs kick in the air, the only part of my body I can freely move.

Oh God, I can’t take this. Everything that came before is a pale shadow of the fire and ice tearing through my body. He lets go of my hands and I hold him so hard, digging my nails into his back, crushing his hips between my legs. Don’t let go of me, don’t let go.

His cock, still hard and thick inside me as I come, drives me wild. His face is a slack mask of pleasure, his body quivering as I squeeze him.

My legs and arms fall onto the bed and I feel like I’m spreading out into a puddle under him. He starts to move and I muster the energy to flop my arm on his back.

“Don’t yet. Keep it in.”

Jack, breathing hard, lies on me. He shifts himself a little to take the weight off my chest, resting on his arms, and stares at me. He moves his hips and I squeak. I put my arms around him and he embraces me. I love this. It feels like we share one body.

“Ellie, you’re crying.”

“It’s good crying. Just don’t let go of me.”

“Never.”

Somehow he knows when it’s time, and draws out of me. I curl up on my side and Jack pulls the covers up to my chin and strokes my head, pulling my hair back to expose my face.

“Liked that, huh?”

He must be hot. He’s covered in sweat and lies naked on the bed, the covers pushed down to his feet. He wiggles his toes when he sees me looking at them. Jack folds his arms under his head and stares at me.

“I like it,” I sigh. I yawn a little and say, “Do you think maybe, um…”

“Yeah?”

I feel my cheek flushing as I try to push the words out.

“Not…now, maybe one day, you could, um, tie me down? I mean, tie me to the bed. I liked it when you made it so I couldn’t move. It felt, um, intense.”

He reaches over and strokes my bottom lip with his finger.

“I think we could arrange that. I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.”

“Of course I didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with you, Ellie.”

He rolls over on his side when he sees me frown.

“You have scars.”

He touches them for proof.

“There’s nothing wrong with
you
.”

I scoot across the bed and put my arm over his chest. I lie on my right side to keep
 
the scars face up, but I don’t care. I don’t care what I look like. Jack never so much as twitches when he looks at me. He never winces or flinches when his fingers pass over the rough, leathery scars on my side or neck.

I close my eye. This is what it feels like to be whole.

“Ellie, what do you want to do?”

“I need to rest before we have sex again.”

“I don’t mean right now. I mean, like, in the future. The two of us. What should we do?”

“I don’t know. When I was young I didn’t even know what I wanted to do with myself yet. I liked the guitar, I liked school. I never went to college. I should do that, shouldn’t I? I could take classes.”

“Are you sure you want to do something like that?”

“It’ll be hard. I’m not going to get over being afraid of people looking at me, Jack. If you’re there for me, I can do it. You make me feel like I can do anything. I remember what it’s like not to be all fucked up like this.”

Jack lies there, breathing against me.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to be happy.”

“I am, Jack. I am. I want to see the Pacific Ocean. We should go tomorrow.”

Jack buries his face in my hair. “Sure, honey. Whatever you want.”

“First though, um, remember this morning where I was on my stomach, and… Can we do that again?”

Jack

After I turned up the heat, Ellie flopped out on the bed and now she’s lying there naked except for her frilly underwear and stockings, snoring contentedly. I’m sweaty as hell, but I don’t care. I don’t want her to be cold. It’s ten in the morning now, but we don’t need to be out until one thirty.

She still hasn’t stirred after I shower. I pull the covers up over her and touch my lips to her cheek, and she makes a little noise but doesn’t wake up.

When I return from the lobby with some plastic plates covered in food, she’s awake and sitting up, leaning back against the headboard. She smiles at me, and the way she just sits there naked does more than make me desire her, it makes me happy. She looks so comfortable.

I sit down on on the bed and stick a mini corn muffin in her mouth. She chews it from between my fingertips and feeds me a blueberry one, and we both start laughing.

I flip on the TV and we eat breakfast as a couple… As husband and wife. I put my arm around her and help her tear a bagel into little bites so she can eat it. She drinks orange juice. She burps.

She’s Ellie and she’s here. There is still an excitement at feeling her naked skin against mine. Somehow she’s cool to the touch, but I can feel warmth underneath, and her skin is like the finest silk, soft and inviting. I could just touch her all day, savor the feeling of her flesh under my fingers.

There’s nothing to watch, so we just flip channels. When I turn over to the news, dread forms in my stomach. I expect to see a full-on news explosion about my going missing, with graphics and a theme song and the little info bar running along the bottom of the screen, but there’s nothing. It’s just a day in October, and all is right with the world.

My ring shines on Ellie’s hand. This is too perfect. It can’t last. I start to wonder if I’m dreaming when she gets up. She makes no effort to hide her body from me.

Any part of her body. I love watching the way her breasts move when she reaches back over her shoulders to gather her hair in a ponytail.

“You should get any eye patch with a little heart on it. It would be cute.”

She scowls at me and sticks out her little pink tongue, and I want to jump up and grab it between my lips. I content myself with grabbing her from behind before her arms drop so I can run my hands up her stomach and cup her breasts. I fucking love her breasts. I love the way I can feel her heartbeat when I hold her like this, love the way I can feel the nervous energy my touch brings out in her. I love the way her nipples get hard from the slightest touch and she rubs her ass against my cock a little.

Oh my God, Ellie. Please never stop wearing thongs. She walks over to the bag of clothes and bends at the waist, holding her legs straight, and the way her ass rounds makes me want to fuck her until she can’t move. She knows it, too. She wiggles her butt back and forth.

I give her a good smack on the ass and she jerks upright and sticks her tongue out at me again. I repay her insolence with a kiss, and she slips out of my grip and heads into the bathroom after shedding her stockings and fuck-me panties. Before she gets away I snatch her underwear, bury my face in it, and inhale deep her scent.

Ellie rolls her eye but I can see from the way she quivers that she likes it.

“That’s gross.”

“You mean, gross the way you sniff my pits when you think I’m asleep?”