Page 33 of Tortured Whispers
“I landed a job at a family therapy practice but one of my stipulations was office hours. I made them around your school day. I’ll make sure I’m here to see you off and here when you get home.” Caesar’s voice cut through the fog in my brain. He found a job. That was great.
I couldn’t resist smiling when he smiled. “Thank you for doing that,” I said, holding his hands in mine. The fact that he would create an entire work schedule around my day made me feel warm inside.
I tried my best to give Caesar a squeeze but my hand wouldn’t grip his all the way. Suddenly, the burning feeling of shame and regret torched me. I put my hands in my lap and bounced my knee.
“Can we please try to keep the lines of communication open between us, Brook? I know things get hazy so I’m going to try my best to keep a clear line drawn even though I don’t want to. I know it’s what’s best.”
“I don’t like what’s best, Cease. I like being able to kiss you. I know we can’t do anything else but feeling your lips on mine and your hands in my hair and on my waist…” I shut my eyes, reliving the strong sensations Caesar gave me whenever we touched.
“You don’t think I love that too? I do. You taste so sweet.” When I opened my eyes, he was so close to my face. Close to my lips. I could smell the cinnamon from the candy or gum he had in his mouth. It warmed my tongue and I wanted a taste for myself.
While I slid my hands through his thick hair, he pulled me closer to him until I was in his lap. I’d felt his dick in my hands before so I knew how big it was but that wasn’t shit compared to being on top of it while it struggled against his pants and pressed against my pussy.
“Brook, if I keep kissing you like this something is going to happen and…”
“You’re going to fuck me,” I said in a throaty voice that shocked both me and Cease. I was tired of the back and forth between us though. I knew it would be fucked up from the world’s perspective. I knew it was forbidden and even illegal in the state of California, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I’d drop off the grid to be with him.
Realizing I loved him meant I’d do anything to have him. The thought startled me. I wasn’t used to having anything worth fighting for or protecting.
“Yes. I am. And once I do that…” He shook his head as if it spelled out doom for us and everything we knew.
“Nobody has to know,” I whispered against his lips. I cried out when his fingertips dug into my hips. His erection stabbed into me and I wished we didn’t have the barrier of our stupid clothes.
His hands slid under my shirt gliding over my bare skin right up to my bra. He paused and pushed out a long breath. “I know you don’t want to…” I swallowed the thick knot in my throat and locked my hazel eyes to his brown ones. “But can I…”
“You can do whatever you want, Brook. I don’t know what the fuck is happening to my sanity but sometimes I think if I don’t touch you or feel you touching me…I’ll lose my fucking mind.” His eyes were wild and when I lowered to the floor between his long legs, he groaned.
I’d given head and hand jobs before, I’d even had sex once or twice but I’d never handled anyone with a dick as big as Caesar’s. When I unzipped his pants, it popped out and bobbed up and down to the pulse of his heartbeat and my mouth fucking watered.
His curious eyes watched me between his legs so I had to do something. He was so rigid and I knew it would feel so good to finally wrap my mouth around him. I erased the distance between my lips and his dick and took him in my mouth.
The way he groaned when my tongue slid across the head of his dick made wetness pool in my panties. I loosened my jaws and inched down on his thick shaft. He was so warm, so smooth. I wanted to suck his cock forever.
“Fuck, Brook…” he hissed, gripping my hair and fucking my throat. I gagged a little and pulled back. My breath quickened when I saw how his dick glistened under the lights.
I wondered how he’d look coated in wetness from my pussy.
The thought had me easing Caesar back into my mouth until my saliva dripped down his impressive length and onto his balls. I craved him. I craved his flavor on my tongue. I wanted to know how his cum tasted.
I worked his dick faster between my lips, letting my tongue swirl around his head, pulling deep groans from him. His thigh muscles were tight with the need to release and his cock swelled even more in my mouth.
“Shit, Brooklyn...” His dick jerked once then my mouth filled with his seed. I swallowed every drop like I was dying of thirst. Finally, his muscles relaxed and his breathing returned to normal, so did mine. I licked the last splash of him from my lips and looked at him.
God, I thought I would burn beneath his gaze. My arms and legs felt bound and my feet made of lead. I expected for him to rush away like he did before but instead he spoke. “See, this is why it’s so dangerous for us to dance on the line, Brooklyn. Do you know how bad I want to press your body to the floor while I kiss every inch of you and dig my dick deep between your walls? I want to hear you moan my name because as much as you hate it, your voice is like water. It’s like rain and I’ve been going through a fucking drought these past three days without hearing it.
It’s killing me to keep my composure.” I watched the cords in his neck flex and found the bottom of my sleeve with my teeth. I was going to have an orgasm right there in front of him if he kept looking at me that way and talking like that.
“I can sleep in my room again,” I whispered.
“I want you beside me. I feel better knowing I can hold you and keep you safe.”
“From what?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
“From yourself.” His answer struck me hard in the chest, rendering me silent. Suddenly I was self-conscious of the cuts on my arm like Caesar could see them through my sleeves. I nibbled and sucked on my sleeve faster.
“I’ll come in if I feel…the water,” I swallowed and looked away from him not wanting to divulge how often I’d drowned in the past three days. Cease nodded and I sat beside him on the couch while we talked about my first day of school.
