OLLY
Ijust slept the first peaceful, dreamless night I've had in months, while wrapped in Sim's thick, safe arms in my bed. Did it faze me that my asshole stepbrother was probably next door, thinking of ways to terrorize me, or that his deranged friends were lurking somewhere in the house?Nope,but it did briefly cross my mind that they might come in to attack us, so I made sure we were ready to defend ourselves before we went to sleep. I had Sim move the large dressers to barricade us in, while I grabbed the hidden knife from under the mattress, and placed it under my pillow, as Sim watched with amusement. You would think two underground MMA fighters would be enough to deter an attack, but I'm not taking any chances. I also made Sim throw all the water bottles from my mini fridge out the damn window. Lesson learned: trust nothing in this house.
The first glimpse of morning sunlight peeks through the crack in my drapes, summoning me to awaken and dissolving my moment of peace. I shift slightly forward as I feel something stiff poking me hard in my asscheek, only to realize with awkwardness that it's Sim's substantial morning wood. My core clenches tightly in response to the memory of the last timewe were together, and the way he filled me up, stretching and making me take all of him, until it was almost too much. My core is still sore from River fucking me hard and ruthlessly, reminding me that it wasn't even twenty-four hours ago that I had a different man in my bed with me. How is this my life right now? A week ago, I hadn't had any sexual contact for months, and now I've had something with Sim, River, Damon, and Cross, all since coming to Soule. A part of me wants to high-five myself, another part wants to run screaming with disgust.
I stare at Sim over my shoulder, cocooned in his warmth, admiring how handsome he is, and letting my mind play over his words. Do I dare consider that he means them? Can I really count on him having my back? Everything in me rejects those thoughts; men lie, they cheat, and hurt you when you let your guard down. Sure, some of them can play the good guy at first, and be convincing, so that they get under your skin, but there's a reason why most women would choose the bear. Could Sim be an elusive unicorn? I guess I'll have to wait and see, while giving him just enough rope to hang himself.
"You keep staring at me like that, Lavender, and I'm going to think you're considering stabbing me with that large blade of yours," he mutters, his rough voice filled with sleep. A naughty smirk crosses my face in response, and he groans as he cracks one of his midnight blue eyes open, and stares at me. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."
Everything in me wants to believe that he genuinely means that, that he's not just spewing words he thinks I want to hear. It's so hard to allow my guard down, to release that tight rein I keep around myself for protection, based on my past trauma.Once bitten, twice shyis what pops in my head. It never hurts to be cautious; the world has taught me it's not a safe place for women. Still, I want to enjoy the moment, to allow myself the freedom to feel all the emotions I usually reject. Being with Simisn't really an experience I've ever had. It's easy and comfortable, as if we've known each other for much longer than we actually have. I could tack it all to sexual chemistry, and that is a part of it, because the man is gorgeous, but there's also something else to it. I don't know if I'm being delusional, or it’s just wishful thinking, either way, I mean to have my fill of him, and force my brain to stop its ceaseless barrage of questions. "Make me purr, little cub, and I'll return the favor."
Less than a second later, I'm on my hands and knees, ass raised up in the air, with Sim's large palm pressed against the middle of my back, urging me into a downward dog position before he rips my panties off, throws them off the bed, and positions his face between my legs. He uses his broad shoulders to widen my thighs further until I'm obscenely exposed to him, and my thigh muscles are protesting the position. His large hands grab each of my asscheeks, prying them apart and squeezing. The sound of him spitting, and then wetness hitting my puckered hole has me moaning, before his face presses against my core. His warm breath tickles as it slides across my slickened pussy lips, and he makes a point of inhaling my scent deeply. "Fuck, you smell like heaven, Lavender. This pussy smells like it's mine."
His hot tongue meets my puckered hole, licking and sucking, before sliding through my pussy lips and lashing at my clit. He sucks deep against my throbbing bundle of nerves until a loud whine escapes my lips, and I begin to thrash on the mattress. His tongue leaves my clit and plunges deep inside of me, as his fingers move from my asscheek, and begin a torturous play on my clit, over and over, his digit drawing tight circles, bringing me higher and closer to my orgasm. My fists clench harshly on the fitted sheet, so tightly that I rip it right off the mattress, and use it to muffle my sounds, but Sim isn't having it as he pulls it away from my grip. "Naw, baby, let them hear who makes yourbody sing. This pretty pussy is mine, your moans are mine. They just wish you belonged to them."
He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers inside of my tight channel, thrusting and rubbing against the spot on my front wall that has my eyes crossing. His tongue returns to my ass, licking my clenching hole, before biting one asscheek and then the other. My breath comes in ragged pants, all my aches and pains forgotten as my orgasm continues to rise up a steep mountain, and is ready to drop down the other side. A third finger finds its way into my core, stretching me, and making further wetness drip down my inner thighs. The tip of a finger slides into my ass, the sensation overwhelming as he teases me. The sound of his fingers thrusting into my pussy, combined with my wetness and hoarse moans, is loud and filthy in my ears, and I love it. "Sim, fuck, oh my god, don't stop!" I scream, no longer caring if anyone else can hear us, and he plunges the finger in my ass deeper.
His response is to pound his thick digits faster and deeper into me, until his knuckles meet my hot, swollen flesh over and over, and his tongue meets his finger in my ass, plunging inside my puckered hole, as I explode in a prism of tension and energy, my body falling over the precipice.
"Baby, you don't purr, you roar," Sim chuckles as my languid body drops to the mattress, unable to hold itself up any further. God, I feel so good, even my toes curl with satisfaction, and I don't want to move at all so I can bask in this sensation forever. When I crack one eye open to look at Sim, all I can see is his massive boner standing proudly in his tight boxer shorts, and I remember that I did promise him that I would return the favor.Fair is fair, and he did make me purr.
The gorgeous, gothic-looking tattoos across his torso make my mouth water, and so do the hard cut abs and magical'V'carved into his muscular pelvis, and I have the desire to tracethem with my tongue. As my gaze rises to his chiseled face, I catch sight of that adorable dimple partially hidden in his dark morning whiskers, and I want to bite it. A look of deep satisfaction is etched on his face, as if he enjoyed making me cum as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. His dark blue eyes lock onto mine, heavy with want, and filled with a slow-burning hunger that makes my pulse stumble. There's a brightness hidden beneath it, a rare warmth that softens the intensity, turning the darkness into something intoxicating rather than frightening, something wholly Sim's. Desire and happiness twine together, like I'm the only thing in the world he actually wants and needs. It's overwhelming, and makes me remember another time I’ve felt this way recently. Dark, emerald eyes, a golden complexion, and white blond hair try their best to invade my mind, to steal me away from Sim with their claiming, but I refuse to leave the moment with my lion cub, and heed the call of a corrupted angel.
"Stand," I demand firmly, noting his confusion, as a sad expression crosses his face, like a child being denied a promised sweet. It's adorable, and I can't hold back my giggle. I position myself on my back, my neck pressed up against the edge of the mattress, and my head hanging backward slightly over it, so I can take him deep in my throat, then I motion for him with my fingers to come closer. "Come get your reward, sweet kitty."
"Fuck, Lavender." He doesn't hesitate, stripping off his boxers, bending his knees, and positioning his massive cock over my face. He uses his hand to hold it at the thick base, before tapping it against my left cheek and then my right.
“What the hell are you doing, Sim?” I question with curiosity.
A look of pure mischief crosses his face, as he traces my jaw and chin with his cock before tapping on my chin. “Knocking, baby, and letting you know I’m coming home where I belong.”God, he’s so goofy.My tongue peeks out and licks at his girthyshaft, tracing his protruding vein, and I feel him tremble against the side of the bed.Not so tough now, huh, big man?His musky, manly scent invades my senses, something primal, spicy, clean, and wholly him. He uses the tip of his cock to trace my lips, coating them in his precum like some salty lip gloss. "Open for me, baby," he groans, and the sound has me tightening my legs with the mini aftershocks still wracking my core. His other hand darts out and slaps one breast, and then the other, before he rubs to soothe the sting, and my nipples stand erect against the soft cotton shirt I’m wearing.
I open my lips wide and pull out my tongue, as he places his stiff cock inside my mouth, the purple, engorged head pressed against the back of my throat. "Lavender, baby, remember that you're my girl and I respect you, 'cause I'm about to fuck your face like I don't." It's the only warning I get, as he thrusts hard and fast down my throat, forcing me to gag and choke, as all the air is immediately cut off. His hand wraps around my neck, massaging the bulge his cock is making, as he moans deeply, and begins a punishing rhythm in my mouth. I can't take all of him, despite wanting to, because he's too large and thick. Tears and saliva drop from the corner of my lips and eyes, sliding toward my hairline. One of Sim's large hands slips underneath my sleep shirt, fondling my breasts and tweaking a hardened nipple, until I scream against his shaft.
I can feel my slickness sliding down my crack, as my body once again craves being touched and filled. One of my hands reaches back and grabs onto his muscled asscheek, digging my fingernails into his flesh, and causing him to falter in his next thrust, while the other slides down the front of my body until I reach my core, and I slip two fingers inside of myself. "That's it, baby, let me watch you make yourself cum while I fuck your pretty throat. You're taking me so well, Lavender, you have the best fucking mouth. You're such a good girl for me."
Whatever restraint Sim was holding onto breaks the moment I slip my drenched fingers from inside of my cunt, and bring them to his lips to suck. He cleans them off with his tongue like a cat licking cream, and that makes me moan against his cock firmly lodged in my throat. "Baby, I'm so close, put those fingers back inside of yourself and cum with me. Fuck I need to watch you explode while I'm deep in your throat."
I don't hesitate to grant his request, this time slipping three digits inside of myself, stretching and thrusting, as my thumb plays with my throbbing, needy clit. Sim's thrusts become erratic, his pace faltering as he nears his own release. "Baby, now! Cum for me, Lavender!" He growls as his fingers tighten around my neck, and he thrusts deep into my throat, filling it with spurts of his thick cum. My body explodes, my core tightening hard on my digits as I cum, and scream against his hard length. I choke on his thick seed, spurts of it escaping the corners of my mouth, as I desperately attempt to swallow as much as I can with no air. His fingers leave my neck, and he slowly pulls out of my mouth, and uses his thumb to push the escaping semen back in. "That's it, be a good girl and swallow every drop for me, Olly."
I'm taking huge gasps of much-needed air as a loud banging shatters the lustful bubble we're in, startling me. "Get the fuck up, slut. My dad wants to speak to you before we go to school. That's if your nasty cunt can even walk, with the way you spread those legs for just any trash off the street." Cross's angry voice greets us from the connecting bathroom door, and I have to skitter up from the mattress and grab hold of Sim, to prevent him from rushing to give Cross exactly what he wants: a reaction, and a fight.
"Don't.It's what he wants, so don't give in to him. Let him say whatever he desires, Sim. One thing is for sure, baby, he wantsthis pussy, and right now it'syours," I yell loud enough that I hope Cross hears me.Take that, motherfucker.
"I won't have him talking about you like that, Olly. I'll tear his fucking throat out, I don't give a shit who he thinks he is, or who his daddy is," Sim growls, and it's sexy as fuck watching him lose it with the need to protect my honor.
"It doesn't matter. He and they don't matter, Sim. Don't let them get under your skin. They're just entitled rich boys playing at being gangsters. I'm not afraid of them." I drag myself into a sitting position against the wooden headboard, pushing all of my long, matted hair away from my face, and grimacing when I realize I'm going to have to take another shower. I've definitely got cum in my purple tresses.
"Lavender, you should worry, they're not playing at being gangsters, they are, and that worries me 'cause they could hurt you."
They need to get in line for that, and I'm not going to be unprepared going forward. They want to play games and start a war, I'm prepared to give it to them.
CHAPTER 42
OLLY
I'm still fuming as I make my way across campus toward the cafe, in search of much-needed caffeine, after parting ways with an equally furious Sim at my house, and attending my first class of the day. I'm still seething at the memory of being subjected to my stepfather's threatening lecture like I was a naughty teenager, and he needed to discipline me. Not to mention the disparaging way he treated Sim, like he was nothing, and Gerald could easily steamroll right over him. Cross, that smug fucker, watched it all go down silently, attempting to hide his satisfied, cocky smirk that made me want to beat his ass, regardless of his daddy watching. Where the other two psychos hightailed off to, who knows, but I was glad we didn't have them as an audience. Sim was barely holding on to the fury radiating off him, and Damon would have for sure made that control snap. My pathetic mother sat there, weak and docile, refusing to utter a single word in my defense, while her shitty husband talked down to me.
"In this house, we don't behave like sluts, spreading our legs all around town, young lady. I thought I had made myself clear in our earlier conversation, Olivia. You represent the Weyburnsnow as my daughter, and I won't have you tarnishing our respect." Gerald stares menacingly down at me with his dark brown eyes, identical to his son's, and a voice hard as steel. He wants me to be afraid of him, to cower like my mother is doing. I can see it in every line of his domineering frame, and once again, I wonder if my mom has lost her damn mind getting involved with this prick, or worse, if he's laying hands on her.
