Page 9 of Candygrams

"Had to stop that shit from happening."

Oh. My. God. Is he talking about what just happened? Holy shit, have I fucked up! I don't even know what to do now. Do I make a run for it? Do I apologize for what just happened? Can he tell I came?

He surprises me by dropping a kiss on my swollen lips. "Only I get to hear my lady cum, and Aunt Mini might be downstairs. No one but me hears you cum - ever."

The possession in his eyes is tangible. There’s a fire in them that burns with this certainty. He drops another kiss on my opened mouth rolling us so he's over me. It was supposed to be a quick kiss I think but turns into something more as he takes my mouth with his, pushing his tongue in and exploring every inch. Then he's gone. And I'm left staring up at a white ceiling wondering what the ever-loving hell just happened.

I eventually lower my hand to touch myself. I'm swollen and drenched. When I take my hand away, I can see a mixture of clear and creamy white fluids smeared on my fingers. It takes a second for it to hit me that all of this isn't me. I don't think I can shoot cum up to my navel and there is definitely a trail leading from my bare pussy up over my mound and running to my belly button.

I lower my hand to swipe more away and hold it up to look again. Oh shit! I'm up on my feet and knocking on the bathroom door before I can talk myself out of it. This is probably a bad idea, but I have to talk to Storm. We have to talk. Don't we?

I press my ear to the door and hear the shower running. How long did I lie there staring at my fingers? I shouldn't just barge in on him. But he shouldn't have came on my bare pussy either!

That thought has me barging in on the man even if he is naked and vulnerable. "Did you cum on me?"

He turns around and I see the whole picture - water streaming down his naked body, running down his lower belly, getting trapped in the little happy trail that leads my eyes lower. To the large package he has hanging between his legs. The package that is currently being revived right in front of my eyes as it starts to point upward like it might be praying too. God knows, I am! It's the only way I can explain my mouth being open and my eyes getting bigger.

I pull my eyes back up to his face. It's clear by the smirk on his lips that he gives no fucks if I am in here watching him or not. Without meaning to, my eyes fall back down.

"It's enormous."

I can't get over how big it is. Are men supposed to be that...large...and thick? He cups it in his hand like he's highlighting it with his palm.

"Don't worry, darlin'. It'll fit."

"Fit?" There is no way it is going to fit in anything.

"Yeah, when the time comes - it'll fit." He opens the clear shower door pulling me out of my dick stupor. When the hell did he turn the water off? He reaches for a towel but doesn't put it around himself just yet. Instead, he gets closer to me. "And even if I can only get the tip in I'll be a happy man."

He kisses me. Right on my astonished open lips. "I...just the tip?" I think I'm in shock.

He nods and wraps a towel around himself finally cutting my view off. "What?" Holy fuck! Is he talking about... us? He walks back to me and kisses me again.

"Be careful in the shower. I'll be right outside if you need me. Yell." Then he leaves me again, this time alone in a bathroom, breathless, kiss swollen, and trying to grapple with what just happened.

I go through the motions. I take a shower, allowing myself the indulgence of wrapping myself in the scent of Storm, using the same things he just used on his own body. As soon as I step out, I realize I don't have anything in here to wear except the shirt that has cum drying on the hem of it now.

I wrap the towel around myself and brace myself. Maybe I can borrow another shirt at least until I can go back to the store and wear my own things. Sitting on the bed, dressed in a dark shirt and grey cargo pants is Storm. He moves before I can think to back up and go the other way.

His hands land on my bare shoulders as he pulls me closer to him. "I like having you smell like me." He runs his nose up and down my neck sending goosebumps up and down my body. I think, I can't be sure, that he kisses me underneath my ear before pulling back. "I washed your jeans, and you can borrow another one of my shirts."

I want to ask why I can't just wear the shirt I wore here from last night, but I don't. I'm afraid he'll tell me exactly why I need to wear one of his shirts and I don't think I'm ready for that. He probes the cut on my head before letting me go to do as he asked and put the clothes on.

"There's some bruising around the cut. Does it hurt baby?"

"A little."

"Do you need a pain pill?"

I slowly shake my head, "I don't want to take another one. They make me sleepy."

"But they also help with the pain. If it gets to be too much then you tell me, okay."

He gives me a few minutes by myself to dress and then he’s right back beside me, scooping me up in his arms. "You don't have to keep carrying me around, you know."

"Yes, but I love it so much."

He sits me down on one of the stools in front of the island and leans forward to kiss me. Right in front of his aunt. How did he get so comfortable kissing me? In front of everyone? Why haven't I stopped him?

---