Page 23 of Tattletale

“Before that,” I force out. “I lived in that room for almost six weeks. I was only abandoned for six days. He…used to visit once a day. Sometimes more than once a day.”

I briefly look up and see Lance’s jaw clenched tightly. “That part I didn’t know.”

“It’s because I didn’t tell Vesper. I always thought she assumed. But she never made me talk about it.”

“He hurt you?”

I nod. “In more ways than one.”

“And who ishe?” Lance asks.

“Doesn’t matter,” I reply. By tomorrow night, I’ll put this sordid open end to bed finally…with a vengeance.“But the point is, I was a virgin before I got locked in that room. I never allowed myself to look. The pain fades, but the memories…”

“You survived by never seeing his face?”

“Yes. It’s how I learned to fuck. It’s the only way I can.” I am what I am. I can’t let Lance pull at the very thin thread holding me together. I’ll fall apart. “So just… Can you accept that?”

Lance scoots up the bed and pulls my knees down one by one. He runs his warm hands up my thighs. “Look at me,” he commands. Once I’m staring into his light eyes, he smiles. His expression is pitying, but something in his baby blues is dark and menacing, like the ocean right before a storm. I wonder what he’s thinking about. Maybe it’s vengeance, too.

“What?” I fight the urge to look away. I don’t like the eye contact. It feels so chaotic, especially when I’m naked.

“If you like to fuck from behind, that’s fine. But I told you…I’m not trying to fuck you. I’m trying to make love to you. And I need your eyes for that.”

He kisses me deeply. Somehow protectively. The way he cradles the back of my head, so I can rest the weight into his palm. He wraps his other arm around my back, pulling me against him tightly, surrounding me as best he can.

“Give me all the broken pieces, Cricket. I’ll put them together for you,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’m here to make it okay.”

I force myself to hold his gaze even though my heart is pounding out of control. Not in a good way. It feels reckless and dangerous, like I’m walking into a gunfight with a dull knife. I don’t want to be vulnerable and give my heart away…

Then again, Lance already has it. He always has.

I shimmy down the mattress so I’m lying flat, then I hike up my knees. Lance crawls between them, never looking away. Sensing the tension in my legs, he massages the insides of my thighs.

“Just tell me to stop if it’s too much. But no matter what, keep your eyes open. You’re safe. I love you. I just want to make you feel good.”

The urge to run is combating my desire for him. But as his fingers graze my center, tickling my clit, the little jolts of arousal force me to relax. Tepid hesitance is quickly replaced by my hotneed. I knew Lance knew how to fuck… I had no idea he’d know exactly how to touch me.

A drop of spit falls from his mouth, landing right on my clit. He quickly wiggles his finger against my sensitive button, making me close my eyes and moan. “Oh,”I gasp.

“Eyes open, baby. Stay with me. How’s that?” he asks as he slides a finger into me.

“Good…so good.”

He pumps his finger a few times, then pulls out to rotate it under the overhead light. It’s glistening with my obvious arousal. He rubs his finger over my lips, then gently pushes his finger into my mouth. “Taste that? That’s all mine. All for me. Such a good girl. You’re doing so good, baby. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” By now, I’m drunk off need, and I want him more than I ever have before.

Lance presses both of my heels against his firm pecs and then positions himself. His tip dips inside, and I muffle a groan. His hands trace my shins, up and down, comforting me as he pushes into me deeper and deeper, stretching me until I feel like I’m bursting at the seams.

He takes me with smooth, languid thrusts, at first. He keeps running his hands up and down my legs, as if he’s trying to feel my body’s reaction. No man has ever fucked me like this before. It’s like he’s performing for me, not taking from me.

Sex like this is a novelty. In this position. I can appreciate Lance’s perfect body and the crazed look of pleasure on his face.

He pulls out for a brief moment and replaces his cock with his thumb, coating it in our combined arousal. He flattens the tip of his thumb against my clit, rubbing slick circles as he slides back into me.

“Oh my God, Lance.” I gasp in short staccatos, feeling my orgasm build as he drives into me harder and harder. Egged onby my begging and pleading, Lance’s slow thrusts have turned into bruising slams, taking me like an animal.

“I feel it, baby. You’re going to come for me, so hard. I want you to fucking explode all over me, C.”

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