Family Affair by Elle M Thomas
Chapter 11
Declan
The sight of my lady standing before me in my bedroom is almost unbelievable. She is here, with me and so far, we haven’t fucked it up. I haven’t, and I have no intention of making any mistakes. I am incapable of taking my eyes off her, raking over her body, from her wide eyes that are clearly on board with everything I plan on doing. Her hugely dilated pupils confirm that along with her laboured breaths that are causing her chest to heave wildly, and I can’t even allow myself to imagine why she keeps crossing and squeezing her legs.
There had been some thought in my mind of taking this slowly. Really, really slowly, savouring every second of anticipation, but I am unsure if either of us can do that. I certainly can’t and the crook of my finger confirms that for me and her. I can’t hide the grin that is spreading across my face as she takes two small steps in my direction and then she makes a funny little noise that sounds like something between a kitten’s mewl and a growl as I reach for her to pull her close. I refrain from kissing her but have no idea how as I move my mouth to her ear where I lick, nip and suck in between teasing and taunting her with my words.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this moment?” There is no response beyond her grabbing my shoulders, digging her nails into the muscles there. “I intend to make the reality better than any fucking fantasy. I am going to make you cry, scream, sweat and shout my name, Cupcake.” She whimpers as I move my hands up her back and grip the stretchy fabric of her dress, preparing to peel it off. “We are not leaving here until every single person living in this block knows my name. Until you have screamed it for them all to hear.”
She clearly likes dialogue because I swear, she is breaking the skin on my shoulders and neck and one of her legs has lifted to wrap around my hip allowing her to press herself against the denim covered firmness there.
“Oh, you like that plan,” I whisper with a laugh as I peel the fabric in my hands down her arms, exposing the naked skin beneath it. “You went out almost fucking naked.” I hiss, feeling angry at just how accessible her flesh was and the idea of anyone else doing this to her has my blood boiling as the fabric gathers at her hips. “Maybe someone needs her underwear checking before she leaves the house,” I threaten, not that I can guarantee I won’t be doing just that.
With her leg wrapped around me, her position allows me to stroke her covered sex with my hand that is between her thighs and preparing to remove her dress completely with a little help from my other hand that is sitting at her hip. My dick is lurching to be so close to her as I press firmly against the minimal fabric that is the only barrier between me and her and am rewarded with a groan and the feel of her pressing down against me. I am beyond thrilled and decide to encourage her to simply react to me by slipping a finger beneath the fabric as I issue the threat of underwear checks and find my finger coated with fresh arousal meaning my lady likes my idea.
I laugh against her ear, almost daring her to object to my suggestion as I slide my finger inside her. She doesn’t. Quite the opposite. She moans my name.
“I’m going to need my name louder than that for the neighbours, but you’ll get there.” My confidence causes her to whimper when I remove my finger from her body. I use both hands to push her dress down until it pools around her feet. “Oh, Cupcake.” I sigh appreciatively as I stand back and observe the vision that she is in just her pants and shoes.
I would like nothing better than to rip her pants off and bend her over to fuck her, hard and unrelentingly, but not tonight. It is my intention to fuck her for hours, making her come until she thinks she’s incapable of more and then I will do it again. She needs to learn a valuable lesson; she is mine and dancing with other men in clubs whilst barely dressed is not an option for her and neither is screwing other men like she has been doing for the last month or so. I ignore my conscience pointing out that I fucked anything with a pulse over the same period because that is different. I was doing it to forget her and just the idea, never mind the image I am now conjuring in my mind is just too much to bear, my lady being touched by anybody else. I really am beyond screwed here with all my Anita thoughts coming back to her being my lady. Yes, she needs to realise she is mine.
Circling her like my prey, I feel a rush, especially when I see her anticipation of what I might do rising so I make another full circuit of her before stopping behind her where I drop to my haunches and peel her pants down her hips and legs until they sit on her shoes. Slowly, I stand, tracing my fingers along the length of the back of her legs, enjoying the way I can feel goosebumps rising to the surface as I cover the expanse of skin on show. Once I get to her behind, I gently touch and stroke the smooth, firm tissue, briefly straying into the warmth and dampness of her arousal. Immediately she spreads her feet, granting me access.
With my mouth a hairs whisper away from her ear I ask, “Who’s touching you, Cupcake?” With the last word uttered I gently probe her slick sex.
“You.”
“Say my name!” I demand and she complies immediately.
“Dec.”
“And who is going to make you come?” She knows what I want, and she gives it to me in a slightly louder voice.
“Dec.”
As a reward I skim her clit and am rewarded myself with a low cry as her flesh tenses and trembles beneath my touch.
“And who is going to fuck you, Cupcake?” I slide my thumb inside her and begin to pump it in and out as I stroke her clit again. I actually think she is going to come on the spot. She doesn’t, but she does scream her reply.
“Dec!”
“You fucking bet,” I almost snarl fighting thoughts of Anita with anyone who isn’t me. “I think my immediate neighbours might know my name now but there are more that don’t,” I tell her before I spin her so that she faces me, and I see some trepidation in her eyes. “Are we doing this?” I ask and am holding my breath as I hope she doesn’t say no.
“Yes,” she confirms, and I reward her with a smile before moving in for another kiss as I back her towards the bed.
Anita
The sensation of Dec positioning himself between my thighs is new and familiar at the same time. We have never done this, lying down on a bed sex, and I can’t deny that it excites and scares me at the same time. It feels as though this is a turning point, that sex against a wall and on a countertop, as great as they were don’t and won’t compare to this on an emotional level even if it might on a physical one. I have come five times already. Dec is certainly ensuring that tonight is memorable and each of my climaxes so far has been toe curling in the extreme, each one more intense than the last, and the neighbours? Well, I reckon all of them on this floor and the one above and below will be sure of Dec’s name by now, but there are at least another twelve below us and one above that might not be too sure yet.
“Cupcake, shall we do this one together?” Dec asks me and gains my full attention once more. “You and me, us?” he adds as if I need some clarification, but his words have the opposite effect, us. Does he mean us as in him and me in this moment, the here and now or us, meaning the two of us moving forward.
My rambling thoughts centre when I feel his sheathed erection nudging my entrance.
“Dec,” I moan as he edges in further, gently stretching me until he is buried to the hilt and then he holds still, his eyes fixed firmly on mine as I utter the one word I still don’t understand. “Us.”
With that one word he begins to move, slowly at first, gently stroking all my nerve endings back to life and then leans in to kiss me. My hands immediately reach up and lace through his hair, holding him close and then pushing him away as the sensations building in my body threaten to break with the increasing pace Dec is setting. He fixes me with a deep and dark gaze I can’t quite decipher.
“Oh God, that feels good.”
“Mmm, I love how tight you are, you fit me like a fucking glove,” he groans against my neck as he picks up his pace a little. “I really need you to come again. I need to see you come apart for me, because of me,” he gasps as his own words clearly excite him.
“I've never come like this before,” I admit thinking that all my orgasms with Dec have been with his fingers, mouth, or my own fingers as he’s fucked me and before him too.
He kneels up but remains inside me. As he holds himself up on one arm the other reaches between us until he finds my clit that his fingers slide over easily courtesy of my wetness. Wetness I can hear as well as feel. I also hear my own breathing change as the first shocks of a climax begin to quake.
“Come on,” he urges me as his thrusts quicken, thrusts that drive me on towards my own release.
“I'm going to come,” I tell him hoarsely and roll my head to the side.
“Uh-ho,” he chastens. “Your eyes stay on me, always on me when you come. You show me how it feels, what I'm doing to you.”
His words are the final straw as far as my control is concerned and staring up at Dec, my eyes firmly on his as I come, hard and loud. My arms find his neck as my legs wrap around his middle while my hips meet him thrust for thrust until I think my climax is waning, but with the feeling of Dec swelling even further inside me and a couple of hard thrusts I am coming undone completely, screaming and shouting his name. I take him there with me until he is frozen in the moment yet still, he doesn't take his eyes off me as I cry, scream, and cling to him in sheer bliss wondering how I can feel sexual pleasure in so many places, from my curling toes to my hair that seems to be experiencing little electric shocks. I am hot, dry, sweating and over sensitive with the sensations I am experiencing.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, concern clear in his voice making me smile.
“Okay? I have surpassed okay and then some.”
He smiles too.
Pulling free of me, I wince as my delicate folds attempt to return to normal but at this point, I doubt I will ever be normal again and honestly? I’m not sure I want to be.
“Sorry.” He kisses my shoulder. “I need to get rid of the condom,” he says with a smile as a strange and muffled voice shouts around us.
“Now go to bloody sleep, Dec. Some of us need to get up in the morning!”
We both laugh at the realisation that at least one of his neighbours has heard us.
“Cupcake, there are seventy-one properties in this block so excluding me you only have sixty-nine more neighbours to introduce me to,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Hmmm, sixty-nine, eh, Stud?”
“Oh, Cupcake.” He grins, leaning in to kiss my shoulder again before leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom.
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I am wrapped in Dec’s arms in his bed and as I don’t have spare clothes or an invitation to stay, I disentangle myself and put on last night’s clothes while he gently snores and then rolls over. The sight of his back facing me makes me irrationally sad, as if he is closing the door on last night. Quickly, I shake those thoughts from my head, reminding myself of just how humiliated I will feel if I stay and am confronted with his distaste or any awkwardness in the cold light of day. I pick my shoes up before heading out but pause in the kitchen to leave him a quick note that I attach to his fridge door.
Hey Stud (don’t want to shout another Dec in case I wake your neighbour),
Last night was great. Maybe see you later at the club,
Cupcake x
It takes me several attempts to write Cupcake but smile once I commit to it.