“Erik—"
I cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes widen. “I came home from parties. Left dates. To be near you when you needed me. I can’t be what you need anymore.” I don’t know why I said that, but maybe I want her to feel desperate, afraid, afraid that maybe I won’t be there for her next time.
Her everything.
The one she trusts.
“It’s too much. I’m dying here.” That part is true. I am fucking dying here.
She reaches her hand up, cups my cheek, and I close my eyes, leaning into her warmth and tenderness.Blesk.I drag my hand along her mouth until only my thumb is there. I stare at her lips. Fuck it. I lean down and kiss her, swallowing her gasp.
She squirms.
Licking her lips so she doesn’t have to learn to kiss just yet, I crawl on top of her, my cock throbbing. I am agonising over her. She is trembling. Of course. It’s cold. And this is her first time. I break away from her lips, and kiss her cheek, neck, then mouth her ear.
Against her skin, I say, “Do you remember how you were wet when I stroked you”—I lean on one elbow and stroke her pussy over her knickers—“here. We were just kids. I remember. Say you remember.”
Her voice hiccups. “I remember.”
“Do you know what that means?” I hook my finger under her knickers and stroke the tight, closed valley between her soft, bald lips. “Do you know what that means, Bebe?”
“Yes.”
“Listen to your body.” I push two fingers into her, and groan. Goddamn, she’s tight. She squeezes me, nearly pushing my fingers out of her, whimpering and squirming. “Listen to your body. You won’t flinch. You trust me.”
I force my fingers in and out of her, until her insides are so wet and warm and mine, that I can’t wait. I pull her knickers down her ankles?—
“Erik—”
I cover her mouth again and continue undressing her with one hand. “It’s okay. I know. It’s a lot. But you’ll wake up Dad.” Pressing my body down on hers, hard, I try to keep her warm, try to stop her from shaking so hard. As I push my pants down, my cock jerks up, already leaking.Blesk.That is what Blesk does without effort. My Bebe.
I notch my cock at her entrance, between the wet lips of her virgin pussy, and whisper in her ear, my hand still over her mouth so she doesn’t moan too loud.
“One,” I whisper. “Two. Three.”
I thrust into her.
She doesn’t flinch.
CHAPTER TWENTY
blesk
“Blesk?” Erik’s voice spills down the stairs.
The cold from the concrete has seeped through my palms into my arms. I don’t know exactly how much time has passed, but my thighs ache, my back is stiff, and my stomach is chewing on itself—hours must have flown by.
“Shit, Bebe, I told you not to go in. Why can’t you do as you’re told?” The crunch of his shoes on the steps grows nearer. I’m still trying to lift my head from the cold concrete when his arms envelop me.
“I’m okay,” I say as he pulls me protectively against his chest. His hands stroke the back of my head, fingers feeding into my hair. He smells like home—warm and familiar. He rocks me back and forth.
"I’m sorry,” I say.
He hushes me. “Don’t say anything right now. I just need to hold you.” And as I begin to cry harder, he squeezes me closer.
My shoulders shake. “Thank you."
Tears soak into his shirt. I hear his breaths become rough, feel his body tight with panic or tension. He hides his emotions quickly; a sniffle masked by a cleared throat.
