Page 57 of Intangible
With a grin, she backed toward the bedroom, only turning around when she passed the couch. It wasn’t too sexy looking to run into the wall behind you.
Thayer was sitting on the bed leaning back on her hands, her long blonde hair falling in loose waves down her back when he walked through the door. She had changed into his long shirt, opting for nothing more than a silk thong underneath it.
Memphis stood staring at her so long that Thayer began to feel self-conscious. It was obvious he liked what he saw, judging by the growing bulge in his pants. Finally, with a slight shake of his head, he stepped forward, pushing her legs apart until he was looking down at her. His hand reached out slowly, running through her hair, down her neck and over the top of her breast.
Thayer couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips when his hand returned to fist in her hair. Slowly, he pulled her up from the bed against him as he pressed their mouths together. With every gentle thrust of his hips against her, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. Why had she told him she wanted to wait? Her mind had said she wasn’t ready yet, but every inch of her body begged her for more. Except there was one thing stopping her.
“There are absolutely no condoms in this entire apartment,” she moaned against his mouth. She could feel his smile.
“Been searching?” he asked. “I’m curious, Miss Kent, what did you have in mind during your desperate hunt?” Thayer could feel the fire in her face. She would have a better chance of being indignant of his taunt if he wasn’t kissing his way down her neck.
“I wouldn’t say I was desperate,” she said. She knew her words might have more impact if they didn’t end on a moan. Pulling his sling over his head, he moved his hand to replace the one already holding her hair. His other traced down her body, sliding between her thighs. She bucked against his hand as he made a slow circle over the damp silk.
“I beg to differ. Feels to me like you’re very desperate.” His touch was light, pushing her closer but not close enough to drive her over the brink.
Every time she would get close, he would stop. It was enough to drive any woman mad, but just as she was opening her mouth to share these thoughts, he stepped back. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt, he pulled it over his head with a pained grunt.
“You have to watch your arm,” she said. “It’s still trying to heal.” Rolling his eyes, he tossed the shirt into the corner of the room before trying to wrestle out of his pants. Based on the way he was now holding his injured arm, Thayer had no doubt it hurt.
Sliding onto her knees, she pushed his hands away. She quickly had his belt off and his pants open. It would be so easy in this position to slide his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Thayer stole a glance up at his face, finding him watching her with a look she couldn’t interpret. Could he read her mind and was waiting to see what she would do? Slowly, she rose off the ground, her gaze never wavering from his. He didn’t need to worry, she would never do anything to intentionally hurt him.
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Memphis had thought his lungs would simply cease to function when Thayer kneeled on the floor. He didn’t know what he would do if she reached for him. Soon, he would have to tell her everything.
But when was the right time to tell the woman you love about the abuse? When did he explain that, while other boys his age were just starting to discover their sexuality, he was being sold to both men and women looking to satisfy their depraved needs? Would she push him away in disgust once she knew?
He had managed to live through an especially bad weekend when Mr. Howard, his social studies teacher, had found him in the school bathroom with a knife in one hand and blood dripping from the other.
He had always wondered later if he had begun cutting himself to work up the nerve to finally slit his wrist deep enough to end the pain. Mr. Howard had pressed his hand over the deepest cut, pulled him out of the stall and hauled him to the nurse’s office.
The nurse, principal, resource officer, and two city police officers had all been staring at him in that small office by the time he was bandaged up. Speaking barely louder than a whisper, he told them it had all begun with a blow job.
The several months were followed by caseworkers, attorneys, and finally psychiatrists before he was moved to a mental health facility. He had given up any remaining hope he had of a normal life when he was brought to Ms. Beulah’s doorstep.
Sex for him after that was just a physical release. He had fucked his way through high school, college and, for a while, the Army. It always made him feel empty afterward, so he decided to stop. Then, during his time in vet school, he had a chance to breathe. Everyone was so busy, he could simply keep his head down and work.
By the time he bought his vet practice, he had been made painfully aware that he would never love someone any deeper than he loved his foster family. But then he had found Thayer in that dark dungeon.
“Where did you go?” Memphis heard Thayer whisper, breaking him from his thoughts. Looking down into the large blue eyes, he smiled. Cradling her cheek in his hand, he felt his heart miss a beat when she turned to place a kiss on his palm.
“I’m right here,” he said quietly before taking a deep breath. “So, no condoms, huh? I guess we’ll just have to improvise.” Shoving his thoughts down deep, he grinned before spinning her around so his back was to the bed. Easing onto the bed against the headboard, he motioned for her to join him.
“Come here,” he said. When she reached the edge of the bed, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her on top of him. She let out a small squeal when she landed straddling his lap.
“Take off these panties, sweetheart.” Standing on the bed over him, Thayer awkwardly stepped out of them while Memphis tried to prevent her from falling off the side.
When she sank back down to her knees, he pulled her into a kiss. Every time he kissed her, she moaned, making him just want to do it again. This time, as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, she began to grind against his cock.
“How?” she asked in shock as he slid the shirt down her shoulders. With a shrug, he mashed their mouths together again. It was just a matter of distracting her while he unbuttoned it, but he couldn’t reveal all of his secrets. Every relationship needed some mystery.
His hand slid from her hair to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger until it peaked to a hard point. Thayer moaned, rubbing against him faster.
He lay back on the bed, thrusting his hips up as he pinched her hard nipples just the way she liked it. He smiled, watching her as she moaned above him, her hands on his chest, holding her up.
Her head was thrown back with her eyes closed as she worked up and down his length, heading toward her climax. When he felt her start to shake, he sat up, sucking her nipple into his mouth, biting gently as she cried out his name.
