To Capture a Thorn (The Society 2)

Sian looked at me with sad eyes.

I stroked her cheek, trying to offer her any form of comfort, but I didn’t know what to give. I’d never known loss like hers. She’d lost her best friend and her nanny all by the same guy.

“You’re not the one to blame for Fred. Don’t let my dad’s actions be yours. They’re not.”

“And you’re not responsible for Heather,” I said.

She wasn’t crying, but I saw how close she was. I wrapped my arm around her, hoping to help her in any way I could.

I didn’t want her to hurt. There was nothing I could do to stop it and again, I was back to feeling helpless.

We sat there for the longest time, and I didn’t know how, but at some point, we must have slumped back and fallen asleep. I didn’t remember a thing until I woke up and it was nearly dark out.

The rain had stopped.

Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed my cell phone to check the time and I saw it was nearly gone six in the evening.

Sian released a breath.

“We fell asleep,” I said, telling her the time.

She sighed. “Yeah. I felt so tired all of a sudden.” She let out a yawn.

I put my phone down and eased back some of her hair that had fallen past her shoulder. “You’re too pretty to hide this face,” I said.

She giggled. “Are you always such a sweet charmer first thing when you wake up?” she asked.

“I have my moments.” I nudged my nose against hers, and she released a sigh.

Her hand cupped my cheek and slowly slid down to my neck, then across my chest, going straight to my dick.

I wasn’t hard after waking up, but one touch from her and I was ready to go. I captured her hand and pressed kisses against her knuckles. “We don’t have to do that,” I said.

“I know. I want to. Don’t you?”

Staring into her eyes, I smiled. “Babe, you’re asking me if I want your hand on my dick? Believe me, I do.”

“But?”

“But I don’t want you to think that’s all I want,” I said.

“I know it’s not all you want.” She pressed a kiss to my lips. “And you have to know it’s not all that I want.”

“Then what has changed?” I knew we’d had sex before and even in the last couple of days, I needed to know this was more than pity sex. More than goodbye sex.

“I don’t want to miss a moment of being with you.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. She lifted up and kissed me.

There was only so much a man could take, and as her hand touched my dick, I knew I’d reached my limits. Lifting up, I moved between her spread legs. I went to the button and zipper of her jeans and pulled them down her thighs.

The moment my hand touched between her thighs, her head fell back with a gasp.

She was so wet. I pressed a single finger between her soaking wet folds. Moving up and down, teasing her at her entrance only to withdraw, going to her clit to stroke back and forth. When her pleasure started to build, I released her, plunging two fingers inside her tight heat and she cried out.

My name was a mantra on her lips as I worked her pussy, staring into her eyes, not wanting the moment to end as I brought her body alive underneath mine. I couldn’t get enough of the way she thrust herself onto my fingers. My name. All of it consumed me.

At one point, I stopped to remove the large, ugly-ass shirt off her back. She didn’t need it, and I threw it to one side. The bra she wore was also in the way, but Sian took care of it as I worked her pussy, bringing her closer to orgasm, even as my own dick felt like it was being crushed by the weight of the denim holding it in place.

Sian’s orgasm went off, and I pressed two fingers inside her as I used my thumb to work her clit, making sure her orgasm lasted for as long as possible.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, I stopped, but only so I could ease out my cock.

Pre-cum coated the tip, and I got closer to Sian’s spread thighs. Getting her into position, I put the tip of my dick at her entrance and slid inside her, going hard and fast at first, making her take the whole length of me before pulling back and giving her a chance to get accustomed to having me, and then fucking her even harder.

I held on to her hips, keeping her in place as I took her, working her pussy and loving the way she begged for more.

Her pussy tightened around me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. This was how it was supposed to be, and I couldn’t get enough.