Page 40 of Wrecked
I take my cock in my hand, caressing it from root to tip. I watch Ellie as I stroke and squeeze, somehow managing to make my dick even harder than it already was. Her eyes dilate, the vivid green of her irises dim, turning darker by the second. Igroan as I pump my cock faster, watching the wet spot on her grey leggings grow. I don’t think she realizes that she spread her legs wide open, begging for me as she lifts her hips off the sand. She becomes impatient, closing her legs and rubbing her thighs together, seeking friction as she watches me fuck my hand.
My breathing gets heavy as I watch her watch me. The rate her breasts rise and fall increases by the second.
“Nate,” she begs, “I need you. Please…”
Fuck, I love to hear her beg.
I bend over her, pecking her eyes, her nose, her lips. I lift her shirt over her head, effectively relieving her of the awkward bondage it had her in. I slide the white straps of her bra down her arms and expertly flick the front clasp, allowing her breasts to spill free. I kiss my way down her neck, across her chest, making sure to pay attention to both of her nipples.
I continue my descent on her stomach and she clenches her muscles, my lips tickling her as I kiss my way down her body. I lick the rest of the way to her belly button, tasting the salt of her skin and the ocean. I cross over to her hip, and I bite down gently. She sucks in a deep breath, letting a whimper loose.She’s always loved a little pain with her pleasure. My lips follow her waistband back to the center of her stomach. I bite at the band, lifting it with my teeth and letting it snap back in place. I push back on my knees and slide both hands into her leggings, slowly peeling them down her legs. She lifts her hips, letting me glide them past her perfectly round ass.
I can’t wait to bite it later.
I remove her pants from each leg, and stare down at her gorgeous body. She’s as beautiful as I remembered. There will never be anyone that can compare to her, she’s absolute perfection.
The thin fabric of her black lace panties is the only thing separating my cock from its final destination. I lower myself onto the sand and in between her legs, my face lining up withher perfect, tight core. I nuzzle my nose against the band of her panties, then guide it lower, nudging the bridge between her lips. I inhale deeply and hear Ellie moan from above. I let the heat from my exhale burn into her panties as I burrow deeper into her silk covered center.
“Oh God, Nate,” she cries out.
I move my nose higher, replacing it with my mouth, covering the length of her. I open my mouth and press my tongue into the fabric concealing my dessert.
She jolts, then stills. Then…screams.
“Oh GOD, NATE!”
She’s not turned on. She’s terrified.
I jump up quickly, looking around in all directions. I try to find the source of her distress. I’m ready to take on anything. A lion, or a tiger, or…
An iguana.
CHAPTER 20
NATE (SENIOR YEAR, HIGH SCHOOL)
Istretch out on top of my comforter, flipping through the Ohio State University brochures my recruiter sent me. Red and grey colors embellish the background while students pose in the distance, their bodies decorated in OSU gear. All smiling faces excited to learn. All likely bullshit. Most guys my age see college as a chance to party and meet girls.
I see it as my chance for freedom.
Freedom means nothing if I don’t have Ellie with me. I’ve struggled to tell her what I want, what I see for us after she graduates from high school. I don’t want to force a path that she doesn’t want to take, or a future she doesn’t see for herself. Not when I’ve been living that same nightmare for eighteen years.
I also can’t imagine not having her with me. I don’t know when it happened, but there is no longer a space between us. We aren’t one without the other. I want her to choose Ohio State for herself. I want her to choose to take the path that keeps us together.
I want her to choose me.
If she doesn’t? I will still choose her. I’d follow her to theends of the earth. If she wants to go somewhere else? Then I’ll be the Westley to her Princess Buttercup.
As you wish, baby.
I’ve been thinking about this for months, and I’ve already got it planned out. I’ll be in my junior year when she starts college as a freshman. She won’t have to pay for room and board because I’ll have my own place. We’ll haveourown place.
I’ll be everything she’ll ever need, and everything she’s never had. I’ll take care of her, hold her every night, love every single inch of her the way she deserves. I’ll be the man who loves her without reservation, without conditions.
I will love her with every single part of me.
Myhandswill only ever bring her comfort. They’ll never raise in her direction with the intention of pain. Mytouchwill always be gentle. She’ll never flinch if I reach for her. Mymouthwill only whisper tender words that betray my absolute devotion. They’ll never spew venomous taunts that cause her pain. Myeyeswill always see beyond her physical beauty to the remarkable woman inside, they’ll never leer at her or make her uncomfortable. Myheartwill only ever beat to the rhythm of hers. She’ll know she owns every piece of it. She’ll know that I’ll never breakhers.
I will never breakher.
