Page 53 of Haven Bound
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Please tell me that pussy of yours is ready for me.” I grind the words out, jaw clenched as my abdomen tenses with the threat of release.
Chelsea tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, nodding as I help her stand. Slipping my hands beneath the fabric of her dress, I peel her panties down her legs and help her step out of them. She giggles as she stumbles and grabs my arm to steady herself, leaning up to press her lips against mine. She nips at my lower lip, and I can feel the smile that spreads across her face at my sharp intake of breath.
Grasping her voluptuous hips in my hands, I spin her body so that her back is to my chest and place a hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her to bend over and brace herself with her hands on the bed. Gathering the skirt portion of her dress in my hand, I lift it until it’s bunched at her waist.
She peers over her shoulder at me and stretches her arms out in front of her, arching her back and teasing me with an incredible view of her full round ass. I grasp a thick ass cheek in each palm and squeeze before giving one of them a playful smack that elicits a soft moan from her lips.
I sink to my knees behind her and swipe my tongue through her wet slit, circling her clit as I savor the taste of her on my tongue. My hands move to grasp her hips, digging into her soft curves as I yank her back against me, smothering myself with her pussy as I press my tongue into her heat. Chelsea moans, and I run my tongue up to her clit, closing my lips around the small bud and sucking it into my mouth. Her body is writhing and grinding beneath me, her hips alternating between pressing into the mattress and pushing back towards me. I’m ready to tear this damn dress from her body, sick of having her body hidden from me.
“I’m going to take you hard and fast, baby, but first…” I stand and bend over her, my bare chest rubbing against her back as I grasp her shoulder and pull her to stand up, turning her to face me. “If you don’t take this off right now, I’m going to rip it off of you,” I rasp, reaching around her to find the back zipper, slowly undoing it as our heated gazes remain locked on one another. The thin straps fall from Chelsea’s shoulders, and I help her step out of the dress, laying it carefully across the desk so that it won’t getmessed up.
Chelsea wraps her arms around her back, unclasping the bra she’s wearing and letting it fall to the floor to reveal her perfect pale breasts, her soft pink nipples hardened with arousal.Perfect. She’s fucking perfect.The only thing she’s still wearing are her black wedge heels, and the sight of her before me, every dip and curve of her body on display, has my mouth watering.
She takes a step back to the bed and sits on the edge of it. She lies back with her eyes locked on mine as she lifts her legs and plants her feet on the mattress. Stepping forward, I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her body towards me until her ass is at the edge of the bed. Using my thighs to steady her, I grasp my cock in my fist and guide the crown into her slick entrance. I nearly come undone when her wet cunt surrounds me, tilting my head back and groaning as I fight to keep my orgasm at bay.
Being inside Chelsea feels like finally coming home after a long day. All of the stress and weight of the world completely melts away until nothing else matters. Her body fits so perfectly with mine. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, and if there wasn’t an entire party filled with people downstairs, I’d spend hours tasting and savoring her body the way she deserves. But right now, we don’t have hours. If we’re gone for too long, somebody will realize we’ve disappeared and will likely come looking for us.
I thrust forward and roll my hips, angling for the spot that I know will have her toes curling and her eyes rolling back into her head. Chelsea’s legs wrap around my waist, and we both lean in until our mouths are crashing in frenzied passion. She licks at the seam of my lips, and I open for her, our tongues tangling together. I hold her hips down and pull outuntil just the tip of my cock is sheathed inside of her before thrusting hard back in. Sliding a hand between our bodies, I swirl two fingers around her swollen clit, reveling in the sounds that the added stimulation draws from her.
Her pussy damn near gushes as I claim her, soaking my cock and eliciting a deep groan from my chest. She feels too fucking good; I’m not going to last. She drags her nails up and down my back, turning her head so that she can moan directly into my ear. “Austin.” Her breath comes in quick pants as I pound into her pussy, her walls clenching and tightening around me with each thrust.
“Your cock feels so fucking good,” she moans, and I whimper,fucking whimperat her words.
“Fuck, Sunflower. I’m gonna come if you keep talking like that,” I growl, bottoming out inside of her as I drop my head into the crook of her shoulder, continuing to roll my fingers over and around her clit.
Chelsea drags her fingers up my back and then scrapes her nails over my scalp, grabbing the hair at the back of my head. “I want to feel you come,” she whispers against my ear, and I can feel her body tightening around mine. Her words have visions of her cum-filled pussy swirling in my mind, and my cock swells with the thought.
“Come inside of me,” she pleads, and my control snaps.
I sit up and brace my hands against her inner thighs, pressing her hips into the mattress as I pound relentlessly into her. “Fuck, baby. I’m c-coming,” I groan.
My heart feels like it’s preparing to break free from my chest as my cock pulses, filling her sweet pussy just like she asked. Like I’ve always wanted.
Chelsea is mine. She belongs to me just as I belong to her. My heart, my mind, my body, all of it is hers for the taking.
The only thing left to do now is make sure that my job won’t take me away from her ever again.
That, and deal with her piece of shit ex.
42
Chelsea
The party is infull swing by the time we make it back downstairs. Groups of people are spread out over the Anders’ property. I wasn’t fully prepared to see just how manycolleaguesAustin has. He has explained that a handful of the people here are part of Zack’s security team and answer to him, even though Austin’s father, Will, is the one who calls all the shots in this area.
I also learned that there are a small handful of other nurses, besides Hailey, and a few doctors who work on-call for the Phoenix Legion.
Being surrounded by so many professional hitmen has me feeling safer than I’ve ever felt in my life. I know that every single person here would be able to protect me if the situation called for it. However, it’s also left me with this desire to prove that I can take care of myself. I need Austin to know that, while I do appreciate him coming to my rescue in regards to Jason, I’ve been taking care of myself for far longer than I should have had to.
Not that I plan on putting myself in any kind of danger. The thought makes me realize just how long it’s been since I’ve had the chance to hit up one of the local shooting ranges. If he hadn’t come back into town, I would’ve been several times over the past few weeks as a way to work out all of the fear and frustration I’ve been feeling.
As on edge as I still feel in regards to Jason, Dan’s death, and my latest conversation with my mom, I’m still doing my best to live in the moment. Between laser tag, the bonfire on the beach, and now being surrounded by Austin’s family and our closest friends, I can’t help wanting to focus on the future instead of being wrapped up in the past.
Austin’s fingers are laced through mine, acting like a security blanket, keeping me grounded as he introduces me to a few more people he’s worked closely with over the last seven years. I’m surprised at the wide age range of members as well as all of the different job descriptions. I’d assumed that everyone here was just like Austin, but it seems like most of the people here actually do more behind-the-scenes work. Austin, who I now know they call "Ace", is one of about two dozen members who actively take target assignments.
After everyone had a few drinks in their system and started to relax, the guys who had told me their names were Shadow, Ghost, and Blaze reintroduced themselves as Aiden, Liam, and Nate. Knowing their true identities somehow makes me feel like I’ve officially been accepted into the family. Even if I haven’t done anything to earn my place. They all have their reasons for doing what they do, their own traumatic pasts or experiences that lead them to where they are now. The only one who doesn’t seem to harbor any darkness is Amy, who is a second-generation Legion member just like Austin and Hailey.
By the time the sun is setting on the horizon and filling the sky with vibrant orange hues, most of the attendees have said their goodbyes, Will and Lara have gone inside for the night, and it’s just the six of us. Ethan showed up at some point while Austin and I were upstairs inhis bedroom. As far as I know, he isn’t involved with the Legion in any capacity, but he’s still part of the Anders’ inner circle.
