Page 21 of The Spirit Key
Run. Get the fuck out the house.
No. If there was one thing I was certain of, no matter how angry Tim was, he wouldn’t hurt me.
“You don’t know what it was like. You can’t. I was alone, watching my mom die, seeing your family fraying, and you were off living a life that, for all intents and purposes, was perfect. I get the whole ghost thing. I don’t understand it, but I believe what you’re telling me. But you took my dreams and crushed them without so much as consideration. I was always in your corner. I backed you when no one else did. And you pretty much crapped on me.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. His broad chest was covered in a dark mat of hair, his nipples barely visible in the forest. When he unbuckled his belt, I swallowed hard. Was he really intending on using it on me? Would I let him?
Yes. Because I’d done this to him. It wasn’t my intention to hurt him, but I had. I would take whatever he dished out if it got him back to being my Tim.
He slid his pants and underwear down until they pooled around his ankles. I blinked, wanting to be sure I was seeing what I thought I was. Puberty had beenverykind to Tim. A thatch of pubic hair framed a long, thick cock. Despite my fear, I wanted it, wantedhim.
“Do you remember what my mother said the first time she caught us swearing?”
How could I forget?“She said she’d wash our mouths out with soap.”
He reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock. “I have the scrub brush right here.”
Oh, hell yes. I got up and went to kneel down in front of him, but he stepped back.
“Uh-uh. You haven’t earned it yet.”
His pupils were so big, they blotted out the color in his eyes. He grabbed my arms and spun me around on the bed, so my head hung over the end. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
I groaned and spread my jaws wide, allowing my tongue to slide out. He gripped his shaft hard enough that the head was an angry red, then leaned in to run it over my tongue, and groaned. I closed my lips around it, wanting to give him pleasure.
“Keep it open. Don’t do anything but what I tell you.”
My lips spread again and I shuddered. I’d never known that he could be like this. Was it wrong that I was so fucking turned on?
He stroked his cock, and a bead of precum dripped out and fell into my mouth. “So fucking hot,” he whispered as he stretched over me, placing his hands on the bed and sliding into me. “Suck me.”
Finally given permission, I closed my mouth around him. He started pushing in slowly, testing how much I could take. When I opened my throat and he slid in, he gasped.
“Fucking take it, goddamn it.”
He shoved hard, his entire length going deep. The smooth skin, the thickness, the taste, the dominance—they all combined to make Tim the complete package. If he walked away or forced me to leave, he would have ruined me for all other men.
“My cock looks fucking amazing in your mouth. I always knew it would.” He patted my cheek. “I’m going to fuck your face. Can you take it?”
I nodded, willing to accept whatever he gave me.
Resting on one arm, he cupped my jaw with the other. A few long, deep thrusts, and then he slammed into my face, his balls banging on my forehead. No one had ever made me feel like Tim did right now. My fear ebbed, replaced by a longing in the pit of my stomach. This was where I was meant to be. I could only hope that when we were done, he’d realize he loved me more than he hated me.
A sharp smack to my shoulder brought my attention back to him.
“Focus on me. I don’t want your thoughts anywhere else, do you understand?”
The edge was still in his voice, but now there was longing and a huskiness there as well. He continued to long-dick my throat, pushing deep with each thrust. His breathing came in rapid pants, and just when I thought he was going to unload in my mouth, he pulled free and hovered over me, gasping for breath.
“Too good, but that’s not what I want. Roll over, facedown on the bed.”
I moved when he slapped my asscheek. The sting and the burn felt… good. Well, way better than I expected. As I positioned myself the way he wanted, the slide of a drawer opening caught my attention, especially after it was followed by the sound of tearing foil, then the snick of a cap. A moment later, a cool drizzle of what I could only assume was lube slid between my cheeks.
“Is that a shiver from the lube or anticipation, I wonder.” Tim worked his fingers in my ass, smearing the lube around, loosening me for him. “Not that I care right now. See, you were supposed to be my first, last, and always. Then you took off, and who knows how many men fucked you while you were gone.”
I knew I should defend myself. True, I wasn’t a virgin, but I had only been with a couple of guys. Regardless, when I opened my mouth to say something, blunt fingers knotted into my hair and shoved my face into the mattress.
“Don’t bother to deny it, because I won’t believe you. Just shut up and let me do what I have to.”
