Page 113 of Living Legend

If we had another time.

I scrubbed my hand down my face and closed my eyes. I thought about it after I told her to start calling me Nick. I had gotten used to her using my full name, but it wasn’t something I wanted to hear when she was orgasming. I realized that I have never heard my name so many times in my entire life in a single night, and the thought made a smile creep across my lips.

I pressed my hand over my mouth to try to stop it, but the smile was happening, and it was one of those smiles that was going to make my fucking cheeks hurt. Her calling me Nick meant we were getting somewhere, somewhere that didn’t quite have a destination yet, and that made me a bit uneasy.

I remember trying to settle into a cuddling sleep, but a few minutes after, she had turned over, straddled my waist, and started to grind her tight, small body against my cock.

My response was just to kiss her, lift her up, and watch as she grabbed my cock and slowly let her soaking wet pussy take it all in until she was seated at my pelvis. I gripped the sink tightly, feeling the tension in my fingers as I remembered the way she rocked back and forth, pressing her fingers into my chest, scraping her nails down, creating the defined red lines that were now decorating my chest and stomach. She had bitten her bottom lip, her hair falling around her shoulders as she moved, and all I could do was graze my hands up her sides and arms, down her chest, flicking and playing with her nipples and down her stomach, where I pressed my thumb against her clit.

I was starting to understand the things she liked, the way her body responded to me, how to make her release all the sounds I wanted out of her. It was a power trip. She had started to move her hips faster, letting out little hiccups, arching up every now and then to bounce on top of me, which sent my eyes rolling back into my head. She had come with a moan that sounded like she wanted to scream, but she didn’t have the chance. I had propped my body up and kissed her, pressing my hand against the back of her head. Dani had pulled back and rubbed her nose against mine, but then she had pushed me back down and told me she was feeling generous.

I had watched her lift off my cock and scoot down until her face was mere inches away from my dick. She arched her back so the top curve of her ass was in my view, taking me into her mouth with so much commitment that…fuck. I felt my cock twitch in my sweatpants at the memory.

I let go of the sink, realizing I was breathing hard.

We had gotten it all out of our systems. Throughout the night, we woke desperate, needy, and wanting, tangled limbs and sweaty bodies colliding, silently begging each other for more, more, more.

She had moaned into the mattress for me to keep fucking her harder when I bent her over again, but this time, dragging her to the side of the bed so her feet could meet the carpet. Another time, she sat on my face, coming on my tongue as she moaned against my hand over her mouth. I played with her perfect breasts and nipples, and eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore and ended up rolling us over, pushing inside of her, and fucking her with her legs spread as far as they would go. At some point, I had lifted her up into my arms and fucked her against the wall, both of us watching as my cock repeatedly disappeared inside of her, feeling how her pussy clenched around me when she came yet again.

We had ended with me inside of her, my front to her back. It wasn’t rushed or frantic. I just shifted her leg over my own and I settled behind her as we lay on our sides back-to-back and I fucked her slowly, buried my face in her hair, smelling that same scent I always did when she was around. She smelled like cinnamon, and it was becoming the most enticing scent that ever existed. I didn’t even like fucking cinnamon, but on her, I couldn’t help it. Her sounds were soft, as if she didn’t have any real breath, but she could muster enough small moans against the pillow for me to know she liked whatever I was doing.

When she came the last time, it was nearly silent, and I squeezed my hand tightly around her hip when I felt her contract around me and shudder against my body. I had leaned down to kiss her neck, but she looked over her shoulder and caught my mouth, kissing me fully. I opened my mouth, welcoming her soft lips as I continued to push into her, and I felt my own release barreling through me. Finally pulling out of her, she easily molded herself into my mattress and fell asleep, all those curls spilling around her and tickling my chest. I’d turned over onto my back and stared up at my ceiling, allowing myself to take a few moments to attempt to collect my thoughts. I’d glanced over at her small body curled next to me. The sun had let enough light into my room to cast a glow on her warm brown skin, and I found myself simply staring at her.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and mentally gave myself a pep talk about what needed to happen now. I had no idea what needed to happen now, but my brain wanted some sort of plan in place, even if it was just theideathat a plan was going to exist at some point. I did have one thing I planned to do today that didn’t involve Dani at all—thank fuck— because being alone with her again wasn’t something my head or my cock could deal with. What she had told me about that voice or feeling she had, it didn’t sound familiar, and she had told me not to spiral. In all honesty, spiraling was what I did best. I did know someone who might be helpful, and if she could tell me what it is or its origin, then maybe we all would have somewhere to start when it came to Dani’s role and who was helping Lilith. Whatever the outcome might be, it was worth a shot.

I froze the moment I heard my father’s door open and footsteps outside the bathroom door, walking away towards the living room. My breathing stopped. I listened more intently and heard him scramble around in the kitchen, the refrigerator door opening and closing.

My father was a decently heavy sleeper, but sometimes, little sounds would wake him up in the middle of the night. It was rare, but it happened. His room had its own bathroom, so I wasn’t concerned he would have come out of his room and heard us. Any real noises would have been muffled out by the thunderstorm, so why was I worrying?

Everything was fine. I was fine. We were fine. Totally fine.

I placed both my hands on my face and stepped away from the sink, suddenly feeling clothing underneath my feet. I looked down to see Dani’s clothes from yesterday scattered on the floor. I knelt and looked over her red shorts and black t-shirt. I narrowed my eyes and reached out to pluck her bra from the ground, slowly closing my eyes and letting out a sigh when it fell from my fingers. Before I stood back up, I noticed the sweatpants I had offered her resting on the toilet seat, still folded. I groaned, remembering seeing her come out with just my sweatshirt on.

I peeked down at my sweatpants and silently cursed at the hard shape my cock made. I had to go out to face my father with a clear head and probably not a hard on, so I would have to remain in the bathroom until the traitorous appendage in my pants went down. I moved my sweatpants from the toilet seat to the back of the toilet itself and perched myself on the lid. I would eventually have to leave the bathroom at some point, but for now, I just needed a place to breathe where I wasn’t cloaked in a sex haze.

How would I show my face at The Skies again? No…whenwould I show my face at The Skies again? When I traveled to Oculus, would Natalia be able to tell me anything new? Was Jonah alright after the attack? Would he be able toactuallyanswer my fucking questions or at least give me answers that didn’t make me think I was going insane? I ran my hands through my hair roughly, feeling the sting in my scalp.

How in fucking heaven did my life become this?

The entirety of Heaven’s Gate seemed to be hanging on by the most mediocre of threads and I had no idea why I felt like I had to be the one to fix it. I placed my hands on the back of my neck, threading my fingers together. I pressed against my neck, trying to release the tension knots when I heard the doorknob turn. My eyebrows rose as the door shifted forward and opened, revealing the current reason I was hidden in my bathroom.

Dani closed the door behind her and leaned against the wood, her hands behind her back. She tilted her head to the side and looked at me, a curious glint in her eyes. Her hair was moved to one of her shoulders and she had put my sweatshirt back on. I tried not to stare at the hem, where it met right at her thighs, but that was proving just as difficult as it was the first time. She cleared her throat, which quickly retracted all thoughts of what was underneath that sweatshirt from my mind. We spoke at the same time.

“Are you hiding in here?” Her.

“What are you doing in here?” Me.

She laughed a little. “When I woke up, you were gone, and your house isn’t big enough for there to be many places for you to go.”

“Oh well, yeah, I…uh…” I started, but I was finding it hard to think of something that made more sense thanoh, I was trying to find a place to not have to smell your cinnamon scent and probably start another sex marathon. I could have said that, and she would have liked it, which was precisely the dilemma. “I’m not hiding.”

“Looks like you’re hiding, from where I’m standing.”

“Well, I’m not. I just needed a minute, that’s all.” I got up and walked towards her. “Did you see my dad?”

She shook her head. “Nope, but I heard him banging around in the kitchen, so that must mean there is a delicious meal in my future.” She rocked on her feet, shrugging her shoulders.

I blew out a breath at how cute she could be. I could feel an adoring expression start to show on my face, so I traded it for a more serious one. “He can’t know what happened.”

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