Page 24 of The Chosen Two

“I’m sorry. I was drunk a lot of my time away. I don’t think I can be held accountable for anything I may have said under the influence of that city. But I guess I need to make it up to you then.” Before I can respond, he is under the blanket.

“I’m sorry, did you just say you were drunk a lot of the time? And do you think I want you to make it up to me this way? This is not what I need, Jake!” But then, I can’t bring myself to protest anymore.

He kisses my inner thighs, one and then the other, and runs the tip of his tongue up to where my legs meet my hips, licking firmly along the line they make. I try to keep my resolve to be angry, but holy shit, this feels good! I didn’t even realize how badly I needed this. I moan quietly, expecting him to chastise me. But when his only response is to suck my clit into his warm mouth while slipping his fingers deep inside me, I get louder.

I feel him smile against me, proud of what he is accomplishing. “That’s a good girl. Let it out.”

I slip my fingers through his hair, using my right hand to hold him against me, and use my knuckle as a gag to keep myself from screaming. Maybe it’s all my new heightened senses, but sex hasn’t felt like this in years. When he realizes I’ve put a damper on my sounds, he reaches up and grabs my left wrist, tight. He roughly pulls it to my side and keeps it pinned there. Then he does the same with my right, not because he plans to stop what he’s doing, just because he wants to have me completely under his control.

“I don’t want to wake the kids!” I hiss, before I can’t.

When he looks up at me, there is fire behind his eyes. “The door is locked. It’s fine. They’re all old enough to know their parents still fuck. Now shut up and moan.” It’s impossible for me not to follow that command as he pins both my wrists in one of his hands so he can slide his fingers back inside me, pulling them forwards to hit the spot he know will make me writhe, as he sucks my clit into his mouth and uses his tongue to gently stroke me.

An intense heat is growing deep in my belly. I arch my back to try to keep it from exploding right away. I don’t ever want this feeling to end.

But then it does end. He lifts his head away, leaving me on the precipice of the highest mountain I have ever climbed. If I could speak, I would ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but right when I can form words again, he grabs my waist and flips me over. He presses one hand between my shoulders while lifting my hips with the other.

And then he’s inside me. He moves his hand to rub me while he grinds into me from behind, and within moments, I can’t hold back any longer. I cry out while I orgasm against him, pushing him further inside me. He lets out a guttural moan as he climaxes, too, and we collapse in a heap on the bed.

I only have a moment before he flips me over and kisses me hard, laying himself on me to pin me in place.

“Well, that was quite a welcome home,” he grins as if he’s the devil himself. Then I notice he’s still hard against me, and he seems to think he’s going to be using it, again.

“You’re joking, right? If we didn’t wake up the kids this time, we got lucky. I’m not pushing that luck. Now get off me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

He presses me down harder as his eyes lock onto mine. “I never joke about this,” and his hand moves quickly to caress between my folds again.

I consider giving in once more but shake some sense into myself. “Nope. Sorry. Off!” I use almost no effort to flip him over to his side of the bed, the dry side. I grumble as I head to the bathroom to clean up.

When I get back, he’s sulking at the giant tent pitched in my bed.

I point to his groin. “Um, are you going to do something about that before the kids get up?”

He rolls his eyes. “I was trying to when you stormed off. This is not my fault. If you want this to go away, you do something about it.”

I’m taken aback by how obnoxious he’s being. I stomp around the room as I get dressed, accentuating my words to him. “Or you can go to hell.” I feel his eyes on me. “You know, I have barely heard from you since you went away. Then you pull that bullshit about how I couldn’t possibly be qualified for a job that is worth doing. Really, Jake? Really? What exactly is the litmus test for if something is ‘worth it’? Is there a certain amount of money I need to be making, or could it ever be possible that feeling like I’m worth something more than just Mom could make it worthwhile?” I stop and look at him. Again, I see fire behind his eyes, but this time I think the feeling might be rage. At least, I’m hoping it is. I just want him to give me some kind of emotional response that’s more mature than a fourteen-year-old boy.

But when he stands up from the bed to approach me, his erection is still almost comically pronounced. Standing before me, he runs his fingers through the hair on either side of my face and then locks his thumb under my jaw to turn my face up to his. In spite of the force, his touch feels surprisingly gentle. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how important this is to you. Of course, I want you to feel you have as much worth as I already feel you have. Do you want to tell me more about this…opportunity?”

And in this moment, I realize I have no idea how to tell him about any of it. “Well, it doesn’t really pay…at all. It’s more of a volunteer position. It’s sort of a community outreach…neighborhood watch kind of thing.” I watch his face carefully. I have no idea how he will react.

That fire flashes brighter for a second, and then the corners of his mouth quirk up a touch. He moves his hands to meet behind my neck and rests his forearms on my shoulders. “I think that sounds like a wonderful opportunity for you. I can’t wait to hear more.”

Why was that such an easy conversation?

“Ok…thanks. I don’t think I have a choice at this point anyway, to be honest. It feels almost like, like I was born to do this.”

“Sure, it does. I understand.” Suddenly, he presses down on my shoulders, gently but insistently. “And now you need to understand this problem you want taken care of isn’t going to take care of itself.” He doesn’t stop pushing until I’m on my knees.

I look up at him, way more aroused by this turn of events than I want to admit. He looks at me with such intense passion that I almost burst into flames.

“You know what to do,” he says.

And I do.

Chapter 10

George

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