AMBROS
Star fallsasleep after two stories. I watch from the doorway as Citi places a kiss on her forehead before she returns the book to its spot on the bookcase. She moves toward me with a grace that captivates me. I don’t know what it is about this woman that has me so completely under her spell, but I find myself welcoming it all the same. I don’t think I realized just what I was missing out on until I met her. I’d been so focused on Ella for so long, waiting for death to steal her from me, that I’d forgotten to live myself. Ella would always say existing wasn’t enough, that it was a waste, especially to those who would never get the chance to grow old with a head full of cherished memories, hard-earned gray hairs, and a face etched with laughter lines. And as usual, she was right. Truth is, death isn’t the end for those of us left behind, but living after they’ve gone feels like an insult. Inappropriate in the same way as laughing at a funeral feels. And don’t get me started on the guilt. Why Ella and not me? Why was I spared? Ella was everything good in the world, whereas I’ve always skated the line of morality.
But then I look at Citi and Star and wonder if that was my purpose all along. Not so I could live my life to the fullest, but so I could make sure they did.
Citi slides out past me and pulls the door nearly closed, leaving it open just enough to hear if Star cries out. We stand there staring at each other for a second, each moment feeling charged, until she takes my hand and laces her fingers through mine.
“Take me to bed, Ambros.”
Her words flip a switch in my head. I reach for her as she jumps, my hands sliding under her ass to hold her to me as she wraps her legs around my waist. She presses her mouth to mine and kisses me, and I don’t hesitate to kiss her back. Autopilot kicks in as I walk us to my room, kicking the door open with my foot. I carry her to the bed and lay her down as I deepen the kiss. When she’s writhing beneath me, I skim my lips across her jaw and down her throat, causing her to throw her head back and moan.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, slipping my hands underneath the hem of her top, sliding it up her body, and tugging it off. I move down her torso and press a kiss to her stomach. I tug the waistband of her pants down, flick my tongue over the claw-like marks etched into her skin. She shivers and moves to cover them, but I pull her hand away.
“Don’t hide from me. These scars are beautiful, just like you. I know it must hurt to see them, but they’re a part of your beautiful, tragic story. They’re a living memory to Star and all the babies that came before her.” I press my lips to them again, and I don’t stop until I kiss them all.
Glancing up, I look into her eyes as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her pants once more, waiting for her to tell me no. Instead, she nods. With a soft growl, I slide the pants down, along with her underwear. She lifts her ass to help, and I don’twaste time pulling them off and tossing them away. I spread her legs wide and feel my mouth water at the sight of her glistening pussy, framed with a small thatch of curls.
“So fucking pretty.” I dip my head and drag my tongue across her wet pussy, flicking the tip over her clit, making her shake. I slide a finger inside her, making her gasp as she reaches down and grabs a fistful of my hair. “Does that feel good, angel? You like my fingers inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I slip another finger in and gently thrust it in and out of her.
I bend my head and suck her clit into my mouth as I drag my fingers against the front wall of her pussy, looking for that elusive G-spot. She shivers and bucks, but I don’t let up until she’s begging me for more.
“Please, Ambros,” she whimpers as I lift my head and crawl up her body. I lick the seam of her lips until she opens for me and welcomes me inside. She moans at the taste of herself on my tongue as her hands slip under my T-shirt and glide up my back.
I pull away before I lose control, resting my forehead against hers. “Tell me what you want, Citi. You want me to stop and hold you for the rest of the night? I’m down with that. You want me to strip and worship you with my cock, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
She takes a shuddering breath, and I can practically feel her shoring up her courage. “Teach me how to love you, Ambros. Show me how it’s supposed to be.”
I growl, nipping her earlobe with my teeth. “You know there’s no going back after this, right? I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine. I’ll cut a motherfucker’s hands off if they try to take you from me.” I lift my head to stare into her eyes, half expecting to see fear. But all I see is a hunger that’s almost as ravenous as mine.
Pulling away, I climb off the bed and strip out of my cut, laying it on the back of the chair near the window. I feel her eyeson me as I drag my T-shirt over my head and throw it next to my cut. I watch her lick her lips, her eyes moving over my body as I pop the button on my jeans and shove them down my legs. I peel them off along with my socks, leaving me standing in nothing but my boxers.
I crook my finger at Citi in a come here motion. She hesitates for a second, then slowly gets up from the bed and slips off her bra before walking to me in all her naked glory. When she’s in touching distance, I tug her toward me so her chest is plastered to mine. There is no hiding how hard I am when it’s pressed between us. Instead of being intimidated by it, she reaches for me. Her hand slips under the waistband of my boxers before it slides down and wraps around the root of my cock.
Sliding my hand around her jaw, I use my thumb to tip her head back. “Take me out, angel.”
She responds to my command with a hitch in her breath. When she eases my cock free, I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, keeping her eyes locked on mine.
“Stroke me.”
Her hand moves up and down my length, slowly at first before picking up speed.
“Grip me harder.”
Her tongue pokes out in an invitation as she tightens her grip. A moan rumbles out of me as I press my lips to hers. She gives in with wild abandon. Before I can throw her on the bed, she tears her mouth from mine. “Can I taste you?”
“Yes, fuck yes. You never need to ask. Just help yourself.”
She grins as she gets to her knees, looking up at me like the angel namesake I’ve given her. “So if I get the urge to suck you off in the grocery store?”
“I say, have at it.”
She laughs before taking in my cock. Her eyes widen slightly before her teeth bite into her bottom lip. I swallow a curse. Ifshe’s not careful, it’s only going to take a couple of licks before I come all over her face.
“Open your mouth, angel. Let me in.”
I tap her lips with my cock, and she opens wide for me to slip just the tip inside. I start doing long multiplication in my head while trying to picture my ninety-two-year-old neighbor naked because, with one flick of Citi’s tongue, I’m ready to come like some teenage virgin touching his first pair of tits.
