Atone (The Disciples 2)

“David…” Her voice cracks. Her lips are red and swollen from her grief and tears.

“I wanted to be with you, and while I was doing that, Debbie was off trying to punish me, so she showed up at the lab. And instead of me blowing up it was her and Tabatha.”

I lean down and capture her tears with my tongue, tracing them to her mouth. We all have demons; we all have sins. Some people have less than others. I have enough for three lifetimes.

“You must blame me. That day, you wanted to go and I made you kiss me.”

“Shhh, no one makes me do anything I don’t want to do. No one. That’s why there is no use for you to feel guilty. Your compassion and grief are wanted. But you did nothing wrong except fall for a bad boy who turned into a bad man.”

“I hate when you say that.” Sadness pours out of her like smoke from my cigarette wrapping itself all around us. The crash and laughter of a kid on a skateboard reminds me where we are and I pull us inside. The coolness in the room, along with the fading sunlight, has me tossing her onto the bed. My breathing is harsh as the demons swirl around us, cocooning the bed with everything that could be us.

“Strip.”

She sucks on her puffy bottom lip, tears still streaming down her stunning skin. She tosses off her T-shirt and I growl at her fucking unbelievable tits. They are so sexy: not big, not fake, just the right handful with large, fucking beautiful nipples.

I unbutton my pants and kick them aside as I walk toward my savior.

“Are you going to scare me?” she says, panting.

I cock my head. “Always.”

Her ruby lips are parted as she takes small excited breaths.

“What are you going to do?”

“What scares you most?” I reply and she moans. It’s tortured and sexy as fuck. My hand goes to her nipples and I pinch them hard.

“You leaving me scares me most.”

Ignoring her truths I say, “Roll over, baby. On all fours.”

She hesitates. Her eyes find mine, I guess to see if I’m serious, and I am. This is something that can be so intimate, but she needs to trust me.

“Something tells me you’re going to love every fucking second of this.” Her tears have stopped, and now her pupils are dilated with excitement.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” She licks her lips as she looks down at my huge cock.

“Trust. This is about you and me.” I wipe the wetness away from her cheeks.

Before she can say anything else, I flip her over. “Lean your head on the pillow and don’t move this ass.”

Her nails grind into the wrinkled sheets. My thumb rubs her small velvet hole, back and forth.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful.” I’m in awe. My chest swells—it’s almost heavy with the emotions that I’m letting out.

I lean over her to push her dark hair away from her neck. As I kiss her back, my tongue travels all the way to her ass as I start to pepper her with kisses.

“I’m scared,” she moans.

I smile. “No, you’re alive. Open your legs.” She does and I slowly lean in and start to lick and fuck her ass with my tongue. “We need lube,” I say, my voice low.

“In the nightstand,” she puffs out.

I stand up and slap her gorgeous ass. “Charlie, you need to breathe. I don’t want you passing out. What fun would that be?” I grab the lube and push her forward causing her to exhale as I start to feast on her cunt.

“I think…” She whimpers as I suck on her clit, my thumb massaging her hole.

“Oh God…” She’s already pulsing. A couple more hard sucks on her juicy nub and she goes off. Her body shakes as she screams my name. Her body goes limp as she tries to lie down.

“Up.”

She sighs like a contented kitten. “I came so hard.” I love that she wiggles her ass, thinking that’s it, that I was kidding. I’m not—not this time.

“Here, let me take care of you.” She tries to turn and reach for my leaking dick.

I grab her hands and bring both of them to each side of her head. My cock rubs deliciously in between her wet pussy and ass. “I am going to fuck this hole. You wanted to be scared—I want you to feel alive.” I pause, letting it sink in, biting the lobe of her ear. Straightening, I squeeze out a huge amount of lube and rub it on my cock.

“Oh God, David,” she whimpers as my fingers start to lube her rosette hole.

“Keep breathing and don’t clench up.”

“What?” She tries to turn again, so I pull her up on her knees, her back to my front as I hold her by the neck.