Shay Savage - Otherwise Unharmed

“Your boss?”

Shit.

I wasn’t ready for this yet.  I needed to wait until morning.  It was selfish and probably shitty, but I wanted inside of her one last time before she knew the truth.  There was no telling how she would react, but she seemed like a normal, rational person.  The likelihood of her telling me to stay the fuck out of her life was pretty high.

“Where do you work?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

She shoved against my chest and glared at me.

“Who is your boss?” she demanded.

“I thought we were saving my life story for the morning.”  I tried to make light of it all and failed.

More glaring.

I sighed.

“His name is Rinaldo Moretti,” I said.  “He’s a pretty demanding guy, and that’s all I’m saying for now.”

Lia kept her narrowed eyes locked with mine for a minute, but I didn’t falter.  Her shoulders rose and fell with the breath she huffed out as she stood up from the bed and tossed the last couple pieces of pizza into the tiny refrigerator in the corner.

“Fine,” she said, “but I want to know tomorrow.”

“I’ll tell you,” I promised.  “I just need a little time to…to prepare, I guess.”

She walked back and stood in front of me.  I reached up and placed my hands on her hips as she leaned forward and placed her lips to mine.  She started with just a quick, closed mouth kiss, but I grabbed the back of her head and deepened it.

Nothing was going to stop me from having one last night with her.

The cool breeze from the ceiling fan chilled my back, which was coated in sweat after our second session of hard fucking that night.  I swallowed and tried to regain my composure as Lia’s fingernails dug into my shoulders.  As she panted and her body shuddered a final time, her grip relaxed and she brought her arms up over her head, grasping the pillow above her.

“That was incredible,” she said.

I smiled a cocky half-smile and rotated my hips against her again.  I couldn’t move much, or I was going to slip out of her, so I just rocked my hips a little instead of actually thrusting.  I wrapped my arms underneath her shoulders and held her chest to mine as I ran my lips and tongue up her throat.

“Do you have any plans to actually sleep? Lia asked.

Bending my elbows, I slid my hands down her sides and then up her arms until my fingers could grip her wrists.  I pushed them against the pillow as I pressed her firmly to the bed with the rest of my body.

“I was thinking I’d just hold you down here until I got hard again.”

“Such a romantic!” Lia snickered.

She was joking, and even though that was clear, there was something else in her eyes as they tightened just a little as she glanced to the side.  She wasn’t pissed off by the comment, but didn’t all chicks want some level of romance?  I had no idea how to play the role of an actual boyfriend.  Was I supposed to buy some fucking flowers now?

Where was Nick when I needed him?

I loosened my grip around her wrists and dragged my fingers down the length of her arm until I reached her shoulder.  I circled a spot on her skin there before leaning in to press my lips to it.  I held them there for a long moment and then rolled off of her and stared up at the ceiling.

Lia angled herself to one side and looked at me.  Her hand rested on my upper arm for a moment before she traced the outlines of muscles from my bicep down to my wrist.  Maybe she needed romance, and maybe she didn’t, but I felt like she deserved something from me—something genuine.  There were questions in her eyes, and I responded before she could ask them.

“You gave me my sanity back,” I said quietly.  “Your presence, your words, your touch, and your body—they brought me back from someplace I don’t ever want to be again.  The way I feel when I’m with you—like I could spend the rest of my life just looking in your eyes—it scares the shit out of me.  It’s more terrifying than that place I was inside my head.  The best way I can come up with to cope with that is being inside of you, because when I’m there, everything is right.  It’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

Why all of that made her smile and brought tears to her eyes at the same time, I didn’t understand.  She seemed more happy about what I had said than not, at least.  Maybe I didn’t need to understand it—I mean, I wanted to figure her out, but what guy really knows what’s going on in a woman’s head?

“I’m glad I showed up when I did,” she finally said.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t have wanted to miss that scene.”  I snorted a laugh.

“Not because of that, obviously.”  Lia turned to her side and propped her head up with her hand.  “I’m glad I was there in time to know what happened to you, so I could help.  If I had showed up a day later…well, who knows how long it might have taken me to figure out where you were?”

I couldn’t help but wonder how everything might be different if she had arrived the day before.  Maybe I wouldn’t have killed Bridgett and gone off the deep end at all, except that I still would have found out about her betrayal eventually.  What would I have done then?

Probably the same.

It was all the more reason for me to get Lia out of my life, but I couldn’t bring myself to think along those lines.  I was going to tell her everything, and whatever happened after that, happened.  Maybe she would accept it, and maybe she wouldn’t, but I was going to do whatever I possibly could to keep her.

“What are you thinking about?” Lia asked.

I pulled myself out of my head and smiled up at her.

“I’m just glad you were there, too.  I think Mark’s comment about dying from lack of sleep is total bullshit, but I definitely prefer being able to get a little shut-eye every once in a while.”

She looked at me for a minute and then leaned down to press her lips against mine.  I reciprocated, reaching up to the back of her head and holding her closer so I could get my tongue in her mouth.  A couple minutes of kissing, and I was ready for round three.

My hands moved over her body, gripped her tits, then continued down her stomach and to her hips.  My mouth followed, and Lia’s fingers traced the outline of the muscles in my shoulder and back as I licked around her navel.

I pushed her legs apart a bit, then teased over her outer labia until she was wriggling under me.  With a little more pressure, I cupped her pussy and my thumb circled her clit.  Lia let out a groan, and I moved two fingers inside of her, which made her jump a bit.  When I glanced up at her, the look on her face wasn’t one of pleasure, though, so I stopped.

“You okay?”

“I’m just a little sore,” Lia said with a blush.  Her teeth went after her bottom lip again, so I reached up and pulled it away.

“I can stop.”  I didn’t want to, but obviously I would.  “Take a break for a while.”

“No, don’t stop.  It’s okay.”

Some odd version of a gentleman inside me told me to stop anyway because she was just being nice and giving in to what she knew I wanted.  The selfish, horny bastard inside of me had a lot more influence over my mouth, though.

“Want me to go slow?”

“Do you know how to do it that way?”  Her beautiful smile teased me.

I didn’t answer.  I just rolled over on top of her, holding my weight up off her skin with my legs out by her sides and one hand pressed against the mattress near her shoulder.  With my free hand, I traced the backs of my fingers from her shoulder down to her wrist.  I leaned down and kissed the spot right above her heart, trailed more light touches with my lips up to her neck, and then whispered against her ear.

“I will always give it to you exactly how you need it.”

With my hand against her jaw, I tilted her head back and kissed slowly down the front of her throat.  I licked lightly over her nipples, kissed each of them, and then moved to the side so I could better reach her with my other hand.

I continued down her body, moving my lips gently over her pink skin.  At times, I barely touched her, just grazed the fine hairs of her stomach and below.  My head tilted to the side, and I continued down the inside of one of her thighs until I reached her knee.  I wanted to get her off again—it was a moral imperative—but she’d already said she was sore.

An idea came to me, and I got up from the bed and extended my hand to Lia.

“Come with me.”

She nodded, wrapped her fingers in mine, and I led her into the bathroom.  I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature up high.  As the water heated, I grabbed the bath towels and laid them out on the bed.

When I returned to the bathroom and checked the water, it was just a little warmer than what was usually comfortable, but exactly what I needed.  I stepped in first, letting the hot water cascade over my back as I pulled Lia in after me.  I kissed her as the water flowed over us, and I reached up to curl my fingers through her hair as I held her mouth to mine.

Without breaking our kiss, I skimmed my fingers down her sides and then around to her front.  I brought them up to cup and lift her breasts with my thumbs flicking lightly across her nipples.

Lia moaned into my mouth, and I kissed her deeply but still slowly and softly.  I explored her body with my hands, pressing my chest to hers and reveling in the sensation of her touch on my back.  I wrapped my arms around her and turned her around slowly until my chest was to her back, and she was facing the stream of water.

“It’s really hot,” she said.

“Is it too much?”

“Not quite,” Lia said, “but close.”

“Trust me,” I whispered against her ear.  My lips pressed to her neck, and my hands moved back to cup her breasts again.  I maneuvered her a little more into the stream of water and dropped one hand down to her stomach.  With circular movements, I massaged her stomach and thighs as the heat from the water penetrated her skin.

Lia leaned back against me and moaned.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Very.”

With my hand moving between her thighs, I used one foot to tap her legs apart a little so I could reach her better.  I used two fingers to rub gently over her outer lips, then pressed and moved my fingers apart.  As I angled her body into the stream, the hot water began to flow right over her pussy.

“Oh, shit!”

“Too much?” I asked.

“I…I…no,” Lia stammered.  “It’s…intense.”

“Exactly.”

I rubbed the outside lightly, but let the hot water do the rest of the work.  Lia began to squirm against me, and her ass pressed firmly against my stiff cock.  I sucked at the top of her shoulder, then kissed down her arm as she pushed back harder until I couldn’t take any more.

Running my fingers over her once more, I shut the shower off, picked Lia up, and carried her back to the bed.  I placed her in the center of the towels and then crawled over the top of her, kissing her all the way.  When my fingers found her entrance again, I watched her face carefully.

She tilted her head up and pressed against the towel, eyes closed.

“Not as sore?” I asked quietly.

“Much better,” she said with a nod.  Her eyes opened, and she looked at me.  “That felt incredible.  I didn’t know if I would come just standing there like that, but it felt as good as a massage does.”

I smiled down at her, kissed her stomach, and then moved up a bit to give her nipples some attention.  The cool air on her wet skin was causing them to constrict and stand up—just waiting for my mouth to warm them again.

With more moans from Lia, I ran my tongue over each nipple and then took the first one in my mouth.  I sucked lightly and then ran my tongue all around the edge.  My hands continued running up and down from her hips to her shoulders until Lia was writhing under me again and squeezing my forearms tightly.  My fingers made their way back between her legs, smoothly parting her lips and making way for the head of my cock.

She shivered as I took my cock in my hand and ran it up and down her folds a few times before centering on her opening.  I moved my hips forward extremely slowly, and I watched as her body opened to me and enveloped me, tip to shaft.

Exquisite.

I buried myself in her, held there for a long moment, and then slowly pulled completely out.  Lia groaned in protest, but my cock was right back at her pussy, pushing down inside of her as slowly as the first thrust had been.