Page 81 of Cutter's Hope

I pressed my thumb against her mouth and past her teeth and she let me, her tongue hot and velvet. I groaned and grew that much harder as she sucked.

“Fuck Baby, that’s nice…”

“You want me to suck your cock, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah, yeah I do… but only if you want to.”

“Yeah, I want to, but there’s a rule this time,” she swallowed nervously, “Don’t force my head down on you, or I swear to fucking Christ I’ll bite you.”

I froze,shit, I think I just stepped on a landmine, the echo of an earlier conversation loud in my ears… Her fucking stepdaddy made her cop oral. I’d bet my next haul of Cuban cigars on it.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me any of this in New Orleans? In the hotel that first time?”

“I was trusting you, and I don’t always think about it. I was caught up in the moment and the moment was perfect, but now… It just feels like it needs to be said. I’m too close to those memories and I just need you to not force my head. Okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Hope. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I’d lost my wood. She gently cupped me in her hand and smiled. I cupped her face in my hands and looked deep into her soul.

“I want to, now shut up and let me,” she said.

I let her go and she resituated herself so she lay on her stomach while I still knelt by the hammock, I walked forward on my knees and made it easy for her, she undid and peeled back my shorts and my cock started to get back with the program. It was a damn fucking shame it was sometimes gonna be hard for her to cop a blowjob. I was pretty amazed she hadn’t had much practice at it, that she was a fucking natural. Her mouth on me, Jesus, you would never know such a hard-assed, kickass woman was doing it. She was slow and gentle this time, reverent with how she worked me and it was really nice.

She didn’t blow me like back in the hotel, she didn’t blow me this time like she liked to fuck. She liked to fuck hard and fast until I wore her down into something more sedate and loving. Except right now, she was as gentle as a lamb and made love to me with her mouth from the get-go. I gazed down the length of my body. Watching this was half the thrill, after all, but her hair was in the way. I gently touched her head and she flinched but I could fix that easily enough.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned, “Your mouth is so fucking perfect, I wanna see, Sweetheart, so I’m going to touch you, I’m gonna gather up all this long, satin soft hair, and I’m going to watch you make love to me with your mouth, because that’s what you’re doing, isn’t it?”

“Mm,” she moaned around my shaft and the vibration of it had my balls tightening. I was going to blow way too soon. This was something. Watching this wild woman do something so sweet, so submissive, without me having to make her…

“Hope, I’m going to come, lover, I’m going to…” I grunted and came and she rolled those dark eyes up my body as I did and that vision is forever burned into my brain. Holy god almighty. She was so fucking perfect. She drew off me and got up, went to the side and spit and I was cool with that, if it was what she needed this time, that was cool.

I knelt and breathed out and she came back to me, standing in front of me. I wrapped my arms around her legs and placed a reverent kiss next to her navel, turning my head and cuddling into her. She raked her nails gently through my hair, against my scalp and I shivered.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” I asked. Was she for real?

“I’ve never been able to make a man come from that, not since… and now I’ve done it twice.”

“Mm, Sweetheart, I don’t know how anyone could resist or hold off,” I told her truthfully.

“Anyways,” she said, my words making her uncomfortable, “Thank you.”

“Thankyou, now I’m gonna need you to lie back because I need inside you. I really do…”

39

Hope…

I opened my eyes. It was still deepest night, so late as to probably be early, the air just had that smell to it, you know? I was warm enough, the night sultry and warm and I was snuggled up close to Cutter’s warmth, my head on his shoulder, leg draped over his. So why was I awake? I blinked and held very still beneath the single flat sheet draped over us and waited. Water lapped against the hull, there was an odd creak from the wood or one of the ropes but nothing seemed amiss or out of place.

So why was I awake?

Cutter sighed out into the night, his arms tightening around me, and I looked up, his eyes were closed but a small smile played on his lips. He was sound asleep so I wondered what it was he dreamed. I settled, laying back down, closing my eyes to listen to the waves lap in counterpoint to the cadence of his heart. I liked it here, in his arms. I liked it here, in this town and I realized I was sick of having no place to put down any roots. I was tired of having no life, and as much as I loved my sisters, my heart wrenched when I realized I would always love them, I would always be here for them, but the apron strings had been cut. They were standing on their own now.

I mean, Charity, the youngest, she’d been standing on her own for quite a while. She was on the very verge of graduating, of finding a career, of finding a man and starting a family… Faith, the middle child had always been shiftless as the sands along the beach out there. Never settling but always travelling in the direction I’d pushed her. God, I felt soguilty. I’d always pushed and pulled her in directions she didn’t want to orwasn’t meantto go. She’d always been the free and artistic one… but I’d pushed and pushed and pushed and finally she’d given in and gone to that damned school when if I’d justhelped herfinancially she could have lived on campus but no, I had to be stubborn. I had to teach her to stand on her own and look what I’d done.

I’d made her an ever loving target for that carrion eater and my baby sister had suffered the ultimate price. My bright eyed and innocent Bubbles had –

“It’s not your fault, Sweetheart, no one blames you…” Cutter’s voice was at once soothing and sympathetic.

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