Fuensalida

Chapter 15

For three days she avoided being along with anyone. Celeste knew what Chris was going to expect from her, what she had promised him when she suggested Vermont. Her body, willingly. She was not feeling that ambitious. She felt more ambition in trying to avoid that very act then she felt in going into it. She began decorating her room, she went to the doctor with her new and fake insurance card, she and her mother hurried and enrolled her into the very expensive private school.

In less than twelve hours she would be in that school for the first time, joining the society four weeks after they had already begun classes. The worst part for Celeste is she would be doing her sophomore year again. She should have been going into her junior year, not repeating a year. She tried to convince her family that she was a genius and should have been passed right on to the next year, however they did not feel it was right.

She had paced for an hour, looking at her new uniform, something respectable and covering, and wondered how it would look on the other students. Would they leave their blazers behind? Would their socks be perfect or would they be rolled down? She wondered then if she cared. Her friends back home were likely not looking for her, they had never been particularly close. It was someone to go shopping with, to see movies with, they didn’t know one another’s hopes and fears. They barely knew each other’s crushes until someone found themselves dating the one the other liked.

She decided she was not going to care about how she looked to them and do things the right way.

She pulled her purple nightgown over her head and walked over to the bed, picking up a book she had bought while at a store. It was the fifth book in a series she had started a while ago, she had made it halfway through it before this whole debacle had started and she had been abducted. The book had been sitting on her dresser, the bookmark around page forty-eight.

Celeste sat on her bed and flipped through the book, moving back to page forty, seeing if she remembered anything. To her delight, she did, she remembered what had happened so far in the story, in this book and the ones before it. She lifted it and ignored what she knew was bound to happen later tonight for the few moments of delight caught in Rachel Caine’s novel about a woman who could control the weather and was in love with a Djinn.

She was only a few pages past where she had left off in the novel before she heard the sound of footsteps walking down the hall. She thought she did a decent job of ignoring the sounds of him moving closer to her room, and an even better job at ignoring her heart beating a little bit faster in anticipation.

His feet stopped in front of her door. Without hesitation he pushed the door open and closed it silently behind him as he entered. Over the top of the book she could just make out the white and black flannel boxers he wore, and not much of anything else. She hated that the sight of him made her a little dry mouthed.

She leisurely finished the page she was on and then turned it casually. “You should learn to knock.”

He smirked slightly, never truly taking her serious. “True, I’ll work on that.”

She made a small noise that was nothing more than an acknowledgment that he had spoken and started onto the next page.

“Does the house meet your expectations?” He walked across the room as he asked, his eyes never leaving her bare legs.

She shifted, hardly bothering to look over the top of the book at him. “It’s fine,” she said, which he should have already known. Sure, she had her complaints about it, but she had pretty much kept them to herself. Beggars can not be choosers, and at this point she had simply begged to come here.

“Fantastic,” he told her, his weight moving onto the bed, causing her to slide slightly towards him.

Celeste did not bother to look up at him, only continued to tread through her book. She slid a little deeper, hoping to curl up inside of the mattress. He only grinned watching her.

“Go sleep with your wife,” she snapped, a wonderful sign of her anger and jealousy she rarely showed, or at least thought she was showing.

“You know perfectly well why I’m here,” he told her, his voice calm and distinct.

“She will happily do so for you.” Her stomach was in knots. In many ways she had hoped he would simply forget the deal she had made with him, to give herself willingly to him, in exchange for Vermont. She should have known better, Hell, she did know better, but had still hoped.

“That was not our agreement.” He slid off of the bed and turned to face her, gripping her boxers and very unceremoniously dropping them to the floor.

Celeste took her time, placing her new cat bookmark into the book, closing it carefully, and leaning over to place the book on the nightstand next to the new bed that they had had delivered, sight unseen. “You seemed content to be with her the last few nights.”

“You’re more prone to resisting…whish isn’t going to be an issue tonight,” he said with all of the confidence of a man who was used to having his way.

Solace simply closed her eyes. There was not an argument. He could make all of this go away with the snap of his fingers.

His hand reached down to her head and began stroking her hair lightly. “Even if I thought you were capable of lying you wouldn’t, because you wouldn’t get your way if I knew your word wasn’t good for anything.”

She nodded slightly, barely perceptible, and leaned towards him. His hand kept moving over her hair, letting her soft head lean against his hard hip.

“Can you tell how much I’ve been looking forward to this?” Celeste shook her head, a pure lie as his erection was sticking straight out in quivering wait for her. He slide his hand down, rubbing over her breasts through her thin nightgown, gripping one and squeezing it. “Show me enthusiasm.”

Celeste whimpered slightly, but turned her face into his stomach, kissing it lightly. He smiled, pushing his hand into her nightgown to grip her breast, squeezing it, his finger moving gently over her nipple. His cock only quivered further when her nipple, aching for more, grew taut under his finger.

Her lips continued to move over his stomach, kissing lightly, her fingers reaching out to move over his thigh, to slide upwards. His hands could not stop their play as she did, though his breathing was coming a bit more rapidly with the anticipation of her touch. His fingers squeezed and she moaned, her fingers digging into his thigh, squeezing him back. He could take the pain as long as she gave him that pleasure her whole body was promising him.

Her fingers trailed further up, moving to his balls and gripping, cupping them gently. Her had massaged slowly into them, stroking and playing while his fingers continued to rub along her breasts in enjoyment.

He moaned his pleasure, reaching out and holding gently onto her breasts. Her fingers slid up his balls to the hardened shaft, wrapping around it tightly. “Yes,” he whispered. Her face stayed buried in his stomach, kissing along it, her hand only beginning a slow movement up and down his length.

Her hand continued to move, her forehead pressed firmly into him. Her strokes grew faster, and his moans grew louder. This was what he had been waiting for, this touch, this feel of her skin against his skin. “Oh yes… good girl..” He gripped her breasts tighter, lifting and squeezing them as her hand moved rapidly over him.

His hips pushed towards her, his moans filling the room. She moved back as he pushed forward, trying to move away from the cock that was practically in her face at any angle. “Yes… use your tongue,” he said in pleasure, a demand without coming across as one.

She whimpered, her eyes moving upwards, her face only turning slightly. His thumbs played harder with her nipples, his hands movements having pushed the nightgown far enough down that they were no longer concealed. She watched his pleasure for a few moments before closing her eyes, leaning forward, and running her tongue along the head of his cock.

He shivered and moaned, just that small touch almost too much for him. If he was not giving her the chance to do things on her own he would have thrusted his cock deep into her throat, instead he let her continue her slow ministrations of pleasure, her tongue licking the head lightly, but firmly enough. Her mouth wrapped deliciously around the head of his cock and he cried out, pushing, unable to hold his hips back. She whimpered and shifted, but was not pulling off. Instead she let him move further inside of her mouth, pumping just slightly, her mouth remaining tight around his throbbing member.

Her mouth squeezed, tightening, then releasing, her fingers trailing lines along his balls. He pumped her tight squeezing mouth, his hand almost convulsing in pleasure along her breast.

Without warning her mouth began to pull away from him. He tried for a moment to follow her but his movement was fouled by the bed. He looked down, her hand trailing up his length, squeezing, her eyes intent on his face.

“Is that… all you want?” her voice surprised him, the question surprised him even more than that. He looked down at her, watching her squeeze and stroke his cock.

He could not help the smirk that flirted across his lips. He never could. “What did you want to give me?”

“Nothing,” she retorted, sticking out her tongue, but making good use of it by running it along his length once more.

“Wrong answer.”

She smirked, a smirk to match his own smug one. “You asked me what I wanted to give you, not what I was willing to give you.”

His grin broke out on his face. “What did you have in mind?”

She shook her head, her face flushing, “I hadn’t really planned this out…”

Chris’s smile stayed full on his face, wondering at the lies she often told herself. “No? Didn’t think about it at all?”

“Nope,” she said with an emphasis on the p that made her lips plump.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

She shrugged simply, gripping his cock tighter as she shrugged. His face broke out in a full out grin, her hand moving up his shaft and down again, once again pumping him, reminding him to stay hard, which he could not forget while looking down at that face, those lips, those freed breasts.

“What were you willing to give?” he asked, his voice a little more hoarse than he expected.

“What is it you want?” That was a loaded question, she knew it before she asked him.

For a moment she watched him debate the answer. Was he going to ask for something that was too much? There were so many things she was not sure she was willing to do, how could she have asked that, in that voice? She sounded… almost seductive.

“You know what I want,” he told her, his eyes clearly on her full breasts now.

Celeste’s hands moved off of his thick cock, to her own body. She gripped the thin material of her nightgown and tugged, hard, tossing it over her head and letting it fall wherever it landed. Her panties were a violet velour that matched the color of the nightgown she had just discarded. He licked his lips, watching and waiting.

She leaned back a bit, away from him, until her shoulders were pressed into the bed. Her hands slid down her body, over her breasts, over her stomach, between her thighs, rubbing herself before gripping the soft material and starting to tug. She slid them down to her knees then shifted herself in a graceful move that had her feet in the air for only a breath, and her panties gone and falling with her nightgown, her knees back down and trying to cover herself in the next.

“Now… what did you have in mind?” he asked, unable to help his traveling gaze.

“Same thing we always do?” she asked in a voice that sounded more like a question. She was still unsure, he wondered how long that would last.

“Which is?” he asked.

She sat up, a little frustrated, which pleased him. He could see the gleam of wetness on her pussy when she moved slightly, but he would not draw her need to her attention this time. He wanted to cultivate this growing assuredness, not make his ball of fury angrier than she usually was. “I’m pretty sure you know,” she snapped.

He had to avoid licking his dry lips again. “I want to hear you explain it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “This is about the time you climb on top of me, we have sex, then you leave.”

He could not have contained the grin if he wanted to. “Then what you are really asking for is… something different.”

“I don’t know how to do different,” and as if remembering something, she added, “besides that time in the shower I’m still kind of miffed at you about.”

“Really? I enjoyed that immensely.”

Put off by that response she rolled over onto her stomach, intent on ignoring him. That just put her in a better position for him as he looked over that firm perky ass of hers. He wanted to wrap his hands over those cheeks and squeeze until she yelped and then continue to squeeze some more.

He moved onto the bed behind her, crawling over her, letting his thick length rub against her ass. He rubbed it between those firm cheeks, moaning slightly, feeling her body squeeze his thickness.

“Not that different!” she cried out in panic.

He kept rubbing at her, loving the feel of her skin, but he knew it would be pushing her too far. “On your knees.” To his delight she actually listened, shifting her body so that her ass raised up and her body as weighing down on the flat of her hands and her knees. “Good girl,” he moaned in pleasure.

He shifted, moving his fingers between her thighs and sliding his fingers along her pussy lips, playing within the dampness. He slid his fingers around, poking the tip of his finger into her, feeling her gasp and shiver in delight. “Very good girl,” he said in complete bliss.

He moved the head of his cock to her tight opening, moaning already in pleasure. He rubbed the head over that wetness, watching her body shiver and shake in apprehension. “Oh yes… ask me..”

Celeste ground her teeth together, for just a moment debating refusing him. However she could not forget that if it was not for the promise she would still be traveling the United States without any real sense of purpose. Her lips merely whispered, “Please… take me…”

He rubbed harder, letting the head slip in and out of the wet opening. “Sound more… convincing.”

She whimpered, her voice higher, her body quivering, “Take me, Chris… please…”

“Getting better,” he moaned in ecstasy. “Think about how much you want this,” he pushed the head into her, leaving it there, “and then ask.”

She really had no need to think, her body was already aching, him pushing the head into her was almost too much for her to bare. She wanted to beg, without begging, she was afraid to lose too much of her pride, and still her lips betrayed her as her body had five minutes ago. “Chris, I need you… badly… please… just take me!”

Without any hesitation he thrust his hips, hard, his thick cock moving deeply inside of her. Her cry was loud, and he was glad she was in the room farthest from the Master Suite where he and his new wife slept, but even though he was unsure her sounds could be muffled. At this moment he could not have cared less, he needed It, needed her. He drove himself deeper inside of her, watched her flinch and heard her whimpers, and enjoyed every moment of it.

“Oh, fuck yes…” he rubbed his hands over her ass, squeezing those cheeks the way he wanted to, and then began pumping inside of her. He wanted to start off just pounding into her, but he worked himself gradually inside of her. Starting off slow, letting her body adjust to him being inside of her, but once she continued to drip and her whimpers turned to moans of unadulterated pleasure he picked up that speed and began pounding harder into her.

“Oh yes,” he moaned in pleasure, holding her tightly, pulling her into his thrusts, “take my big cock.”

“Why do you… say things… like that?” she whimpered loudly as he thrusted, giving her part of his point.

“Don’t pretend… like you don’t like it,” he squeezed her ass again as he moved deeply inside of her, feeling the head of his cock push against her barrier.

“I didn’t… say… I didn’t…” she whimpered between his thick pumps.

This only delighted him further, his cock growing harder inside of her. “No?” he asked hoarsely, gripping her tightly. “So, you like hearing me… talk about… fucking your tight… wet… little pussy?”

She only moaned in response, almost unable to answer as he pistoned her body. She enjoyed it, hating herself, but loving the feeling of him throbbing and moving hard and deep inside of her. He felt her react, felt her squeeze herself over his cock. His hand came up and back down hard on the porcelain skin, watching it redden, registering the hot little yelp of pain that was hardly a true testament of real pain. He knew he heard pleasure denied in there somewhere.

She squirmed and writhed until she could no longer take it. He was rubbing her all of the right ways, bringing her closer with unforgiving abandon. She tightened and writhed, screaming out her orgasm, kicking out at him a bit as she nearly loses complete control of her body.

He only pulled her harder onto his cock, thrusting up and deeper. “Oh yes, don’t hold back,” he moaned to her.
She shook her head, but her words denied her need. “But… you need to…”

“Need to.. What?” he found himself lost again deeply inside of her.

“H…hold back,” she stuttered, her body still shaking and rocking from the strength of her passioned orgasm.

“Yeah?” He grinded himself into her before pistoning her hard again. The feel of her velvet insides dripping and gripping him were too much. He always seemed to lose control a bit while inside of her.

“Yes… you know… that…”

He kept pumping, swelling inside of her. Her whimpers grew louder, a protest to what she knew was coming. He gripped those perfect ass cheeks and watched her as he bounced her against the bed. “Would you rather… pump my big cock… all over… those perfect tits of yours?”

She let out a whimper, but her head nodded into the mattress, her body shaking. He grinded again into her low barrier, panting a bit over her. “Yes!” she screamed out when he seemed loathe to stop his orgasmic exercise.

He pulled quickly out of her, sliding back on the bed. She moved fast, faster than he really expected her to move, and fast was better, for her. He would have loved to have prolonged their sexcapades, but instead her hands, oh God both of them, wrapped around his dripping wet cock and began pumping him, her breast heaving and lifting, the head of his cock bumping against them.

Both of her hands pumped him quickly and hard. He only grew more swollen in her hands, watching them move through her own wetness over him, gripping tightly enough his eyes wanted to roll back in his head. He reached out, gripping her hair, unable to stop himself from touching her, holding onto her.

It came in a rush, spurting onto her full breasts in a quick eruption. He cried out his pleasure and she cried out in surprise, her body shivering under the flowing eruption of seed over her body. Her hands continued to move, pumping him until every drop was covering her full breasts.

“Mmm… yes… give it a lick,” he requested, eyes closing to enjoy the scents and senses.

She shuddered, loathe to do such an act, but her promise was her promise, and she leaned forward to give the head a slow lick.

“Yes… make sure… you get it all…” Her dirty look went unnoticed as her tongue continued to swipe over that head, taking in the few drops that had clung to his pouring cock. “Yes, wonderful.” She laid a light kiss on the head of his cock and slowly sat back, he shivered, looking down at her, cum dripping over her breasts, down her body. He was still panting hard.

Her head turned towards the dresser, her towel from her shower dropped across it carelessly. Her eyes focused on it and he only kept watching her, enjoying the sight.

“Towel?” she finally asked. His eyes looked around and focused where hers were. He reached over and gripped it, handing it over to her. Her fingers slowly took it from his and she moved it over her skin, cleaning herself off, her cheeks still red and flushed from the actions of earlier, giving her a faint glow she would deny ever existed. He only continued to watch her as she wiped the last of him away from her skin.

He leaned down without speaking, placing his lips on her thigh in a soft kiss. Her eyes instantly moved to the top of his head, watching him with wide blue sparkling eyes. He kissed higher up, pushing her leg to the side as he moved inwards. She gripped the towel to her chest, trembling, his lips moving higher still until he manages a very light kiss on her pussy folds.

“What are you doing?” she asked slowly.

His tongue gave her a few slow licks. Her moan was all the permission he needed to keep going, his tongue flicking over her faster. She moaned his name, he was vaguely aware of the sound, his tongue pushing into her, swirling around her now used insides. She let out a cry that had her falling back onto the bed, her hips arching, unable to help the enjoyment she took from him.

“You don’t have to do that,” she told him, panting on the words.

“Did you,” he licked, “want me to stop?” His lips caught her wet folds and sucked lightly on them.

“I…” was all she managed to choke out.

“Should I let you sleep?” he asked before giving her a few more thorough licks. “We can do this properly,” a few more heated licks, tasting her deeply, “anytime you want.” He wiggled his tongue inside of her, enjoying the cry of delight that followed it.

“That’s mean,” she whispered, her sounds holding back whatever conversation she was trying to force.

“What’s mean?” he asked, never stopping in his administrations with his thick tongue.

“You want me to come back to you,” except that it did not come out like that, it came out breathlessly, shaking, and she was now speaking herself between his licks. Her hips were lifting and falling with his tongue, rubbing against him.

“I think,” his tongue pumped her, “you have a good idea of how to go about getting most things.”

“Do I normally get what I want?” Her gasp cut off the end of the question, but he knew what she was asking him.

“Yes, you do,” he said flatly and wiggled his tongue.

His tongue moved faster, knowing it was the end of her questioning. She was too far gone, and surprised at that concept. She was reaching down from him, her hand traveling over his hair, her body tensing.

He moaned against her as he licked at her. He worked his tongue fast, taking turns between pumping her with his thick tongue and sucking at her. She was lifting, and falling, crying out, her pleasure only growing loud with his rapid licks.

“Yes,” he moaned against her, moving his tongue faster, working her harder.

“I… I…” her panting was growing, her voice growing hoarser than it was already, and he loved every moment of it. He loved feeling her fuck against him as she came against his tongue and lip, and he kept moving, unrelenting, lapping at her tight throbbing body.

She whimpered and shuddered and he slowly moved back to give her pussy lips gentle kisses. When she first tried to squirm away, he continued to kiss, to lick, but when she tried again he had to release her and let her slide. He held onto her, though, looking up her body at her. She sat up, looking down her curves into his eyes and for a moment she really did let herself go, her face flushing with a blush.

He took it where she did not expect next. “Excited for your first day of school?”

She let out a small chuckle, sliding away from him completely. This time he let her, watching her as she moved to lay her head on her pillow. “Yes and no.”

“Why is that? Nervous?”

She let herself shrug. “Sort of.”

He furrowed his brow and wondered if he should dwell on that. She seemed to be holding something back, but it aso would not be the first time. He decided to take it where he would prefer to have her. “Or are you worried about spending the entire day dripping wet thinking about my throbbing cock inside of you?” He leaned over to kiss her lightly, to soften the blow of the question he knew would only anger her.

She took it almost calmly. “Don’t push it.”

“No?” He moved against her, kissing her again. “But I do so love pushing it.”

She kissed him very lightly back. “Yeah, I know.”

He appreciated the response and ran his hand over her hair. “Goodnight, Celeste.”

“Goodnight, Chris.”