Page 40 of Fear No Hell

Sam

“Sam,” Lila calls from the back of the house.

“Yeah, sweetness?” I close the basement door behind me and check the lock before turning towards Lila’s voice.

“Can you come here? I need you for something.”

The throatiness of her voice has me moving fast. In addition to the little touches and kisses, the last month has seen Lila feeling more comfortable with intimacy, although she herself admits she’s not ready to have sex yet.

Which is fine because I’ve never had sex before; at least one of us needs to feel confident about what’s happening.

Since I’m pretty sure I’m going to be fervently reciting the entirety of the Chicago All Saints employee handbook in my head in a desperate attempt not to come the second my dick slides inside her, there’s a high likelihood she’ll need to be the one taking the reins.

Which is also fine because I fucking love it when Lila takes charge.

The only flaw with this is that I also love going down on Lila more than life itself, which is almost never her plan for things.

Apparently, though, eagerness, stubbornness, and an absolute willingness to suffocate myself in her cunt is enough to get her on board with this plan.

And she is obsessed with watching me fuck my fist while I do it, which means that, so far, she hasn’t tasted me the way she has said she wants.

That’s still more than I ever dared hope she would give me, so I’m perfectly happy to be her own personal toy mouth until the end of time.

It also has the added benefit of letting her get more comfortable with sex before she wolfs down a dick.

Jesus fuck, Eaton, no wonder you’re still a virgin. ‘Wolfs down a dick,’ who even thinks that combination of words?

Insert face palm here. Why the fuck am I like this?

My self-loathing stops when I reach the master bedroom and hear my girl humming from somewhere within. The spirited sounds, the light tune I can only just hear from the hallway… they all tell the story of a person who’s happy. I made it possible for her to find happiness again.

The thought almost has me tripping while standing still.

“You in here?” I call.

“Umhmm.” She strolls out of the en suite bathroom, water droplets glittering on her face, her thick dark hair heavy around her shoulders.

The lines of her new tattoos have gotten darker, more defined, over the last few weeks; against the light lavender of the towel wrapped around her body and her golden skin, they stand out even more than they usually do.

A spike of incredulity hits me dead center in my chest. Regardless of what she wears, how often I've see her, it’s still almost painful how gorgeous she is.

Part of it’s her, this incredible, mythical being with the genes of the gods; the other part is something indescribably her.

Her resilience. Her kindness. Her intensity.

Her strength. Her intelligence. Another razor-sharp edge of something that feels alarmingly close to what I think might be love tears through my chest. I suck in a deep breath and press my palm to my chest.

Indigestion. That’s what it has to be. It would be crazy for me to go and fall in love with Lila in four months. Heartburn. Obviously. Explains all the symptoms.

Nice try.

I grumble at my own internal damn monologue calling me out.

“You talking to yourself over there?” Lila asks as she crosses the room.

“Something like that. My brain won’t shut up.” Despite it being my second night off where all I had done was watch Nick at Nite—hooray for Fresh Prince of Bel-Air re-runs at 3:00 AM—and hang out with Lila.

“Well, I think I have a way to help with that,” she purrs.

I almost choke on my tongue. “That so, sweetness? You got something specific in mind or you gonna make me guess?"

“Making you guess could be kind of fun.” She turns towards the bed and, with a flourish, rips her towel open and lets it drop to the floor.

Leaving the entire back of her body exposed.

Fragile skin at the nape of her neck. The mouthwatering dip at the center of her back.

Lush hips that fit my hands so precisely it’s almost like they were sculpted to my proportions.

Fire hot tattoos the entire length of her frame.

And an ass so perfect that it might actually kill me.

The noise I grunt out when she tilts her head towards the bed and saunters towards it isn’t anywhere close to words.

Frankly, I’m not sure it’s even human. As I follow Lila to the bed, tripping over my feet, my hormones, you name it, not only can’t I be bothered to figure out what animal I appear to be impersonality, I also don’t fucking care. It doesn’t matter at all.

The only thing that does matter is her.

My goddess, who's now turning to me—fucking Christ, those tits are going to give me a heart attack—and backing across the covers until she settles down against the pillow, her legs spread wide.

I might black out; I’m not really sure. I’m pretty positive I do because one minute I’m standing dumbly halfway across the room, the next I’m naked and crawling in between her legs, nipping my way up her calves to her thighs with a blazingly clear destination in my mind.

Then I come to a crashing halt. I try to surge forward, but I can’t move. A pathetic whimper falls from my mouth. I want to lick her. Why can’t I get to her?

“My sweet pet.” Lila’s voice is slow, a syrupy trickle of desire down my spine, so good it sends a full body shiver through me. Her fingers pull my hair tighter, and the lone part of my brain still working finally puts together that I can’t move because she’s holding my head.

Like the pet she calls me, I whimper again, this time a sad, pleading thing.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’m going to let you have your breakfast.”

Best fucking breakfast I’ll ever have.

“You know how much I love it when you fuck your fist, don’t you, baby?”

I jerk my head up and down in agreement.

“We’re going to do something a little different. You’re always so hidden from me with the way you tuck your arm under your stomach to fist that gorgeous cock of yours. I deserve to see you come, don’t I?”

My nod comes so fast I hear at least six joints in my neck crack.

“So this morning, once you’re done making me come and licking me clean, you’re going to straddle my hips and make yourself come all over my tits.

” Her hands dislodge from my hair. The only thing holding me in place is her scarlet gaze, which is more than enough to keep me from moving. “Do you understand?”

“Fuck yes, sweetness.” I don’t recognize the whiny pitch threaded through my words any more than I recognize the bass growl that I sometimes hear myself make. “Yes, I understand.”

I can’t look away from her eyes, scarlet and so radiant they’re almost glowing.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She taps my chin with her thumb. “Don’t you have something you should be doing?” At my nod, she smiles gently. “Then get to it, pet. Be my good boy and eat up.”

There it is. My order.

I’m moving before she finishes her sentence, striking quick at the delicious place between her legs with long laps from her ass to her clit. Alternating between the drugging licks that never fail to have her mewling above me and the tongue fucking she loves.

Fuck, I love the taste of her.

My eyes roll back into my head as I slide my tongue out of her clenching cunt to circle around to where her clit sits, taut and rigid.

“Something of you better be inside me soon, pet,” she growls seconds before I drive three fingers deep inside of her—she likes to be completely filled from the beginning—and start pumping hard. “Yes, that’s so fucking good, baby, right there.”

As if I want to stop.

As if I would stop. My goddess gave me an order. I’m not stopping until she comes all over my face.

“Such a good boy.” Her words are coming faster now, more breathy, as her hands drop to my head.

The buttery fabric of the sheets feels like sandpaper as it drags across the fragile skin of my bare cock.

I’m so hard it hurts, thrusting into the bed without any control over the motion.

My head is spinning from pleasure I can’t succumb to, not yet, not until I’m straddling Lila and can fuck my cum all over her chest; my fingers are cramping as I curl them deep inside her to fuck the spot that makes her squirt all over my face.

My jaw is aching as I flick my tongue over and around her clit the way she loves.

I’m in fucking heaven. The one only Lila can take me to.

“Right there, oh fuck, such a good boy. Don’t you dare stop.” Her hands tangle back into my hair as she presses me against her, using me in the way she needs to make herself come. “So good, you’re doing so fucking good…” She trails off into a keening wail.

Her muscles go taut seconds before she starts shaking above me.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you to, pet,” she pants out her final order.

Suspended in this moment, my entire life and purpose to bring Lila pleasure, all I can think is: Fuck, I love this part.

And then the moment shatters around us, and she breaks with a scream.

My own breaths are coming hard as she cries my name and soaks my face. My Lila is a squirter, something I love more than life because it means I get to taste more of her, but today, it’s stretching my patience to the brink.

I don’t know if I can stop myself from coming before she lets me. Not with the way her scent is everywhere, her taste is in my mouth, her gorgeous, work-of-art body touching mine…

Lightning strikes of pleasure nail the base of my spine. “Oh fuck,” I mutter into her cunt, trying to still myself, so I won’t disobey her, even though it’s so hard.

God, I’m so fucking hard.

“Come here,” Lila demands.

I’m moving faster than I ever thought I could, crawling up and over her body until I’m straddling her hips exactly the way she told me. My dick juts out obscenely in front of me, pre-cum dripping from the head to land on her stomach.