Page 4 of Tower (Post-Apocalyptic Fairy Tales #1)

He’s still wearing the same clothes he had on this morning. His eyes are moving up and down my body.

I wait.

Finally he mutters, “We don’t gotta fuck tonight.”

My eyes widen. “What? Why not?”

“Your daddy died last night. I can wait. I don’t much care one way or the other.”

Well, then. Isn’t that flattering?

I should be relieved, but I’m almost offended for no good reason. “No.”

His dark eyebrows go sky-high. “No?”

One thing is for sure. He doesn’t like me saying no to him. “I just mean I’d rather fuck tonight, unless you really don’t want to.”

“Why?” He asks the blunt question as if he has every right to demand entry into the secrets of my soul.

I shrug and tell him the truth. “I’ve been functioning in crisis mode since last night.

Just doing one thing that needs doing after another.

Without processing it all yet. So I’d like to…

get everything done that needs doing while I’m on a roll.

It will make it easier. To have it already done. Once I start to process… everything.”

He thinks about this for longer than I would have expected.

Then he finally asks, “You expectin’ it to be bad?”

“No. I chose you partly because I thought it would be better with you than the others. But it’s new. I don’t know you well, and I don’t know exactly what to expect. So I’d like to do it. Now. So I know.”

I’m not sure I explained very clearly because I’m shuddering deep inside, but he appears to understand anyway. He nods.

“Okay?” I prompt, confirming what I already know to be true. “We can fuck tonight?”

“We can fuck tonight.”

“All right. Good.” I stare at the bed. “Which side is yours?”

“This one.” He moves into the room, sitting on the side nearest the door.

I move to the other side near the wall, where I was lying earlier today. I pull down the covers and climb in, putting my head on a pillow and gazing up at him.

He sits for a minute, like he’s stalled. Then takes off his shoes and socks. Pulls off his vest, his T-shirt, and his jeans.

His body is big—naturally so, although I saw a room downstairs filled with weights and workout equipment, so he probably exercises regularly—and he has a lot of dark body hair. Overall he’s not bad to look at. He turns toward me, gesturing toward my gown. “You gonna take that off?”

I pull my gown off over my head, hoping he’ll be satisfied with my appearance. I’m wearing nothing beneath it. My breasts are fairly big, but they’re soft. Not perky. I’m in good shape, but my belly has never been perfectly flat.

I haven’t shaved anything except my legs and underarms since Impact.

Levi moves onto his knees on the bed as he stares at me. I can see he’s getting turned on from the bulge at the front of his worn boxers.

It’s a relief. At least my body is attractive to him.

We stare at each other like that for a minute until I decide I better take care of some business if I want the intercourse to be comfortable. I move my hands to my breasts and play with my nipples, feeling the corresponding tugs at my pussy.

I’m not really aroused. I’m far too nervous and uncertain for that. But my body does respond to certain stimulation, so this should help at least a little.

Levi’s expression changes as he watches me tease my breasts. There’s more color in his face. The shape of a full erection is clear beneath the fabric of his underwear.

“Open up here,” he says gruffly, pointing toward my groin.

I do as he says, spreading my legs to expose my pussy. The cool air against my intimate flesh is startling and embarrassing. My cheeks are burning again. My breath is coming out in little pants.

He moves to kneel between my legs. Using his fingers, he feels me, sliding one all the way inside.

I’m definitely not wet, but it’s not totally dry either. I keep fondling my breasts.

He moves his hand so his thumb can push against my clit. He rubs it in firm circles.

Between that and my hands on my breasts, I definitely feel something.

He rubs me off for a minute until I can tell I’m wet enough to be comfortable. “Okay,” I say, my voice soft and weirdly raspy. “I’m ready.”

He sticks his finger inside me again. What he feels there must reassure him because he nods and pulls his cock out of his boxers.

I’ve had sex with three different men in my life. All of them looked different. Levi’s cock is decent-sized—thick and circumcised with dark hair around the base.

He looks fine. Nothing too strange or intimidating.

I’m ready when he lifts up my hips to align me at his groin and then eases his cock inside me.

It’s tight. No question. I haven’t had sex in years, and he’s not small. But it doesn’t hurt, and he doesn’t jam it in all at once.

It’s okay. It’s fine. I breathe deeply and nod at him when I see that he’s watching me. “All good. You can go ahead.”

I should be acting sexy—trying to allure him so he doesn’t regret agreeing to my proposal. But there’s no way that’s in me at the moment. All I can do is get through this without completely freaking out.

He starts to thrust, his eyes crawling over my body from my hot face and messy hair to my jiggling breasts and splayed legs.

He sets a steady rhythm, holding my bottom in both his hands.

The position stretches my stomach muscles, but it’s not a problem.

He’s not all in my face, and I appreciate the distance.

“This okay, Hailey?” he asks after a few minutes. Neither one of us has said a word or made a sound. Nothing except the slight sound of him moving inside me and the squeaking of the mattress.

Something about his saying my name makes it real in a way it didn’t feel before. How the hell has my life come to this? Letting this rough stranger fuck me in an old motel room.

“It’s fine,” I tell him breathlessly. “I’m good.”

“You want me to try something else?”

“No. I’m not going to come tonight, but this is fine. You finish whenever you’re ready.”

I don’t think that’s what he wants to hear, but there’s nothing else to say. There’s no possible way I’m going to reach orgasm, and surely it’s better to be honest with him in this situation.

He nods, picking up his tempo. I watch him as he stares down at my breasts, at the place where his cock is moving in and out of me. He might not be blown away, but he’s into it. He likes how I look, and he likes how it feels to fuck me.

His features twist, tighten. His thrusts get harder and faster. He’s gasping out, “Fuck” just before he yanks his cock out to come on my belly. His ejaculate spurts onto my skin. There’s a lot of it.

We’re both panting when he eases my ass back down onto the bed.

He falls down next to me. Both of us stare up at the ceiling.

“Was that good for you?” I ask after a few minutes. When he doesn’t answer, I add, “I mean, you want to… You haven’t changed your mind, have you?”

He meets my eyes in the light from the lantern he brought into the room with him. It’s completely dark outside now. “No,” he says. “I haven’t changed my mind. Have you?”

“No. I haven’t changed my mind either.”