Brutal Boxer by Naomi Porter

26

Aspen

My eyes flitted open, a smile stretching across my face. A narrow beam of light filtered through the seams between the blackout curtains. For the first time in a very long time, I woke up rested and happy. No pain or fear. No monster lying beside me.

This morning, I had the arms of a fiercely strong man wrapped around me. Zach held me all night. When a nightmare started, he soothed me with soft kisses. “I’m here, baby. You’re safe,” he told me. His assurances were all I’d needed.

We’d made out for a long time before we fell asleep. Zach’s dick had been hard as steel. I felt a little guilty. He wanted me but hadn’t tried anything. I sensed it was because he knew I was spotting.

Feeling the ridge of his morning wood pressing against my butt aroused desires in me. I pulsed down low, yearned to be made love to by someone I’d loved more than life itself.

Casso’s touch was all I remembered. Him feasting on me like a ravenous demon.

I held back a shudder, so I didn’t wake Zach.

More than anything, I wanted all the memories of Casso wiped out of my head, replaced by new ones with Zach. We were off to a splendid start last night, kissing and pawing each other.

I needed more of Zach. All of him.

Carefully, I slipped out of his arms to go to the bathroom. I hoped I’d stopped spotting.

“Where you going?” he muttered, hand reaching for me.

“Shh.” I kissed his cheek. “I need to pee. Go back to sleep,” I whispered.

I admired his muscular chest and arms as he rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm. My word, he had matured into a panty-melting masterpiece.

And he was here with me.

Mind-blowing.

I tiptoed to the bathroom, and discovered a little red when I wiped. My hopes deflated. It wasn’t much, but I didn’t want any bleeding our first time together again.

Wasting his primo hard-on was plain depressing. He wanted to come in me, so jerking him off would be a no-go.

I dried my hands and mouth after brushing my teeth. Puckering my lips as I applied my lip gloss, Zach’s favorite flavor, it hit me. He could come in my mouth. I’d never given Zach a blow job when we were together. Too intimidated by his big cock.

In college, I’d gained some experience. The few boyfriends I had after Zach taught me how to blow them. Casso enjoyed my services regularly, although I never did. He liked to make me choke. Got off on making me cry. Jeez, I should’ve run for my life when I had the chance.

I shook my head, eyeing my sleeping Boxer. I hadn’t gotten used to his road name. Didn’t know if I ever would, but he sure was a piece of Grade-A Hunk.

Feeling lust rush through me, a morning blow job was a brilliant idea.

Zach appeared asleep as I crawled back into bed. I reached my hand under the sheet to feel if he was still hard.

His eyes opened. “What are you doing?”

“Will you let me take care of you?” I stroked him, licking my lips.

“What’d you have in mind?” He was playing with me, the way he eyed my tongue slowly gliding across my lower lip, like a man entranced by dirty thoughts swirling through his head. Yep, he knew damn well what I intended to do to him.

I dragged the blankets back, curled my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. “Lift up so I can show you.”

His intense gaze heated. “You sure about this?”

“Yes. Up.” I tugged on the fabric.

He obeyed, allowing me to slide them down his hips, all the way off. His cock wobbled in place, the tip glistening with precum.

I swallowed, my mouth watering to taste him for the first time, as I straddled his thighs.

“You’re sure?”

“Stop being a buzzkill, Z.”

He smirked, his hands caressing my thighs. “No buzzkill here, Snow. Take my shirt off.”

His demand surprised me.

“What?”

“Take the shirt off. I want to look at you. Touch you. Then I’ll come all over your titties, marking you like when we were teenagers.” His husky voice made me clench.

Why couldn’t we have sex now? I tried to remember if you were supposed to wait after having a miscarriage. Should have researched it or asked the doctor back at the compound.

“You remember doing that?” I gathered the hem of his shirt and slipped it off. My nipples puckered from the instant rush of cold air.

“Silly girl, of course, I remember. It was sexy as hell. Fun too.” He stopped talking as he admired me. I felt self-conscious and vulnerable. Would he like what he saw? “You’re gorgeous.” He took each one of my breasts into his hands and stared at me. “They’re heavier than I remember. Fuller. But these pink nipples haven’t changed.” He lifted up, taking one into his mouth, tongue laving, teeth nipping.

I bowed my back, moaning for more.

“Wrap your little hand around my cock. We can both come together.” He resumed sucking on my nipple and fondled the other.

I’d love an orgasm from a man I actually desired. One that was born out of pleasure instead of a physiological response to stimuli. My muscles locked up as memories with the Devil roared back. All the times he forced himself on me. Calling his advances love and affection. I never wanted his kisses or touch after he made me his possession. We might not have had intercourse in months, but oral was still sex. Sex I never wanted…

No, don’t think about Casso. Focus on Zach. You’re with Zach right now. He’d never force you to do anything.

“Aspen?” he hissed, jerking me out of my thoughts. “Baby, are you okay?” He removed my hand from his shoulder.

I bobbed my head as his concerned gaze assessed me. Then I saw the scratch I had unknowingly done. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

He took my face into his hands, not caring about the gash on his skin. “What happened?”

“Not now. Let’s get back to this.” I stroked his dick.

“Did you flashback or something?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting through my emotions.

He touched my neck softly. The bruises from Casso choking me had faded, but there were still faint marks from his bite. Zach’s finger swiped over the spot. “Fucking animal.”

“Let it go,” I didn’t want to go down the godawful road I sensed we were taking.

“Fuck no. Tell me the truth. The baby wasn’t conceived in violence, was it?”

“I wasn’t raped, if that’s what you’re asking.” I sniffled out the words that shamed me. “But I didn’t want the baby. He paid off my doctor to give me a placebo when I went for my birth control shot. We’d been having problems. I wanted to leave. He did everything to make me stay.” I dropped my head.

“I’ll kill him.”

I lifted my head. “I hope you do.”

He furrowed his brow like the disdain in my voice put him on alert. “Did he ever force himself on you?”

“After I found out I was pregnant, I tried to have an abortion.” I inhaled a breath, lowering my gaze. I didn’t want to see disappointment or shock in his eyes. Talking about this wasn’t easy. I felt an enormous amount of guilt for wanting to end my pregnancy in the beginning. But I did grow to love my baby and wanted him. I didn’t know for sure if it was a boy. It was just a feeling.

“Baby?” Zach caressed my cheek, pulling me back to the present. He stroked my hair. So much love poured out of his eyes.

“That’s when Cass handcuffed me to the bed. I had morning sickness. It seemed to keep him away, so I used it as my only defense.”

“So then he never touched you.” He exhaled in relief.

“He forced oral on me, made me blow him.”

“Fuck, we never even did that as teens.” His eye twitched as he rubbed my arm.

“Can we stop this? It’s not a particularly pleasant topic.”

“I will destroy Campbell. And I promise it will be brutal.”

I braced my hands on his chest, pushing him to lie down. “Be as brutal as you want.” Keeping my eyes locked on his, I scooted down his legs and took his larger-than-I-remembered dick in my hand while Zach watched me.

I pressed my tongue flat on his slit and swiped across it, tasting his buttery precum for the first time. So much better than Casso.

Zach’s thighs shook under me as I pumped. “Don’t forget, I want to come on your tits.”

“You’ll come where I let you,” I shot back, tightening my grip. No man would ever control me again.

His brows shot up. “Fuck, baby. That was brutalicious.”

I snorted. “Brutalicious isn’t a word.” I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and gently sucked.

“Goddamn, you give good head.” He melted into the pillow.

Victory swelled in my chest. His positive reaction encouraged me further. I’d sucked enough dick to feel confident. I just didn’t know how Zach liked it.

“And yes, brutalicious is a word. Deal with it.” He wrapped my braid around his hand, lifting his hips.

I took him farther in, pressing his dick to the roof of my mouth. I wasn’t one of those girls who bobbed their heads. All that head movement wasn’t necessary. Why risk getting whiplash?

A supreme blow job only required a firm tongue and a strong suction to make a man blow his load. If he was on his back, like Zach with legs spread, some ass play would make the experience even better. But not today. He didn’t need that to urge him forward. I could tell Zach would explode any second as I sucked him into the back of my throat.

I hummed, loving the way he stretched my mouth. Zach’s cock was bigger in length and girth, compared to Cass. And Cass wasn’t small by any means.

Zach thrust his hips, his massive hand cupping the back of my head. I let him take control, holding in place, keeping my lips pliable as he fucked my mouth.

There wasn’t any fumbling or weirdness between us. Both of us were mature, experienced adults. I expected our sex life to be out of this world.

No. I didn’t expect it. I damn well demanded it after being with a man who took from me at his own will. Destroying me piece by piece. But I wouldn’t let Casso Campbell win. Not in this lifetime.

“Fuck, Asp!” Zach pulled me off of him. Ropes of cum shot onto my chest as his face contorted. He held his cock like a hose spraying me from the neck down to my stomach.

I smiled, amused by this barbaric display of possessiveness. If this was how Zach wanted to show me I belonged to him, he could come on me anytime he wanted.

When he finished decorating me in cum, he smashed my body to his and kissed me wildly.

“How many women have you dirtied up like me?” I asked against his mouth.

“None,” he growled, turning his body to put his feet on the floor. I was still astride his hips. His lips released mine. “What else you wanna know? Ask me now because we aren’t going to talk about the other people we’ve been with anymore after this conversation.”

I saw his point. Why torture ourselves over the past?

“Do you like to eat pussy?”

He grinned wryly. “When you give me the all-clear, I’ll show you.”

“So I’ll take that as a yes, you’ve eatin’ out a lot of women. Including Libby.”

He squeezed my ass. “We gonna have a problem regarding Libby?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. It’d be different if she didn’t hang around your house, assuming I return with you.”

His jaw tensed, lips pursed in a thin line. “Assuming? You are returning with me. I’m not letting you go.”

“I don’t know if I can handle having the kittens in my face, knowing they’ve all sucked your cock and you’ve slurped them up. That’s not something I want to face daily. I saw you with Libby. You looked good together, Zach. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, thinking about how she was your woman.”

“She’s not my woman.”

“I didn’t know that, though. I’d seen her in your arms multiple times. She sat with the old ladies. What else was I to think?”

“I get it, baby. I was an asshole. I didn’t consider your feelings because I hated you. I’m sorry.”

I didn’t want him to get worked up about this, but it was too late.

“You don’t need to apologize. I invaded your life. I’m not angry. I don’t feel betrayed.”

“Then what? You don’t ever want to go to the club? It’s my home. They’re my brothers. My family.”

This conversation was spiraling out of control, fast. “You say it like I’m throwing a wrench in your plans.”

“Because you are. I’ve already imagined you living there with me. I can see you hanging out with Maddy, Sugar, Tina, and Roja.”

“And Libby, Misty… Who else? All the other kittens you’ve screwed.”

“Fuck.” He squeezed his eyes shut.

I pressed my hand to his face to comfort him. I didn’t want to hurt him. But had he even considered what I wanted? How I’d feel being around those women? It didn’t appear having the kittens around bothered the old ladies. I bet none of them had a history with their guys like I had with mine. It wasn’t like I just met Zach for the first time.

He was my first love.

My only love.

I didn’t want the women he’d been with purring around him. I might claw out their eyes.

“Zach, we’ve been through a lot the last twenty-four hours. This isn’t the right time to have this talk. We haven’t even mourned Jill.”

He opened his eyes. “I know, baby.” He rubbed my back. “Losing Jill has made me want to hold onto you with a death grip.”

I pressed my lips to his. “I don’t want to be apart from you. Not anymore. All I’m saying is I don’t have it in me to endure seeing all the women you’ve been with every day.” I wiped my nose, getting emotional. “You were supposed to be mine and only mine.”

He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. His heart raced against my chest, holding me like he was afraid to let go. Afraid I might vanish.

I hugged him back, terrified everything would fall apart once we returned to Minnesota.

I wanted to enjoy our little piece of heaven in this creepy motel before it evaporated.