Cyrus: Swamp Heads (5 page)

Without a second thought I whisper back. “Yes.”

“How did Nana get ahold of you?” My body freezes at his question.

The incident was painful. The recovery from the wounds and even more so the emotional scars has been wretched. People look at my face and only see the scars. Repulsion and horror in their eyes is not something you want staring back at you.

I’ve told him more about me these last few minutes then I know about him. “I’ll tell you, but in return you owe me a few stories about yourself.”

The rumble of the laughter in his chest sends a tingle through my body. I still can’t believe that I met this guy just a few hours ago. He makes me feel like no other person ever has. It’s like my body found its other half. A connection that’s undeniable and only meant for two souls to merge into one.

“Nana needed a checkup. She hurt herself a week prior to the incident. My brother, the stupid fool that he is, wanted to handle it himself. He was lucky me, my dad, and Coot were walking by the moment she went for his leg. Wilbur tried to turn and run but stumbled. I climbed over the gate and just barely pushed him out of the way. Instead of grabbing him, she turned her head and grabbed me. Her teeth tore through my face and grabbed hold of my shoulder. My dad and Coot barely saved me since she was going to pull me into the water…”

Setting me away from his body his hands slide up to cup my face. The look in his eyes is intense as he takes my mouth in a kiss that embodies the emotion flowing through us. He slows down the kiss and pulls back. The feelings blazing in his gaze could only be described as love. His lips part and I swear I could feel he is going to throw out those three words. Except he pauses and then mumbles, “It’s too soon for you to believe me.” And he brushes his nose along mine.

He places a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth and turns toward the elevator doors. “Let’s eat so we can go back to our suite where I can show you how effin gorgeous you are.”

The doors open and there are a few people standing there waiting, some with an amused look on their faces and annoyance on others.
Dagnammit
, I just know the elevator reached the ground floor a while and the doors probably opened and closed a few times already but we were too hung up on each other to notice so they had a front row seat of us devouring each other.

“Sorry,” I mumble while Cyrus drags me along behind him.

He turns on his heel, making me stumble right into him. “Don’t effin apologize for kissing me, whatever the circumstances might be, woman. Or I’ll spank that ass red”

“I’d like to see you try.” I fire back.

He inches his face closer. “Do. Not. Tempt. Me. Food first, spanking later.”

He doesn’t even give me time to respond. Turning, he takes me with him to the restaurant section of the hotel.

It seems like everyone in this place knows who Cyrus is. They address him by his last name without a thought and seated us at their best table. Cyrus glances over at me and I’m sure he sees the unspoken question on my face.

“It’s the money. Nothing more, nothing less. My PA, the one who booked the room assured them to give only the best and paid up front with a huge tip.”

“So that’s part of why you came back to your hometown? Back to the basics without being pampered.” I give him a wink and he returns it with a feral smile.

“Yeah, and with doing so I found the one piece that was missing in my life…the one and only soul I want to be pampered by.”

My throat is dry, swallowing I can hear myself gulp for my next breath. Instead of giving him a reply, I lean forward and let our lips meet in a tender brush. When my eyes meet his, I add, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, all I needed to do was organize a road trip so I could show you.”

“Organize? You mean, clean up the mess my brother made.” Dammit. That reminds me of the fact that Cyrus still owns my father’s house, my brother has a debt and let’s not forget the mess my company’s in. 

Like he senses my thoughts, he feathers a kiss along my jaw. Reaching my ear, he whispers, “None of that. We’ll handle everything. Stop worrying over things you cannot do anything about right this second. Dinner first, sex later. Nothing else on your mind, you got me?”

His demanding voice makes my body agree and hum in anticipation. “I got you,” I smile when I give him a wink.

“Damn right, more ways than one.” He agrees.

Surrounded by warmth and feeling very comfortable, I open my eyes. There’s a tiny ray of sunlight streaming through a thin break in the curtains illuminating a small portion of our bedroom suite. I’m draped across Cyrus’s naked body; his pierced nipple is directly in my eyesight.

The throbbing between my legs is making me very aware of my pussy. When we got back to our suite after dinner, we barely made it through the door. Actually, he took me against it the moment he shut it. The memory shoots tingles through my body and I actually don’t even care if I’m sore or not. I want him,
again
.

Pulling my leg up, I feel his hard length brush against me. Lifting slightly, I cover his nipple with my mouth as my tongue flips the barbell.

The hand around my waist tightens as the other grabs my ass, pulling me further over him so my legs are draped on either side of his body, straddling him. Releasing his nipple, I push myself up and look down to see his dick trapped between our bodies.

Gently moving my hips back and forth, I feel the tip of his dick rubbing at my entrance. His grip tightens. “I want to shoot my load inside of you, instead of in a condom. The need to feel you wrapped around my dick with nothing in between us is almost unbearable. I know you’re clean since you were a virgin and my last physical was two weeks ago. I’m clean.”

He rocks my hips so my pussy slides over his rock-hard dick. My head falls back; this feels so good. I can only imagine the heat without the layer of latex. I’ve never felt cum shooting inside of me; somehow I crave it and yet…

“If you’re concerned about getting pregnant, don’t be. I want a family. Now rather than years down the line. If you’re on the pill, fine… We’ll discuss it later, but I want this… I want you, all of you.”

His voice is intense and yet again my body just follows his guidance, not thinking things through, but simply accepting the gut feeling and trusting what he offers.

He slides down deep in one push, gripping tight, his fingers biting into my skin to keep me impaled on his dick. My walls clamp down, hugging the object that’s giving pleasure in appreciation. My mind is swirling, reveling in the feeling that yes, I would like this for the rest of my life. It’s hard to imagine and yet it’s so clear and simple.

He lifts me up and lets me slide down his length. Repeating the action and I can’t help myself when I rotate my hips the moment he’s deep inside of me. He growls and tightens his hold even more. My hands slide off his chest and find his wrists. He lets me pull his arms away from my body and place his hands next to his head.

With my knees pressing into the mattress, I lift myself up and down. My pleasure, my rhythm. I’m the one taking lead and determining what I give him and myself. His eyes close and his face tells me he’s basking in the way I make him feel.

The power I have over him is filling my chest with all kinds of emotion. I know he’s letting me have this and from what he’s told me and how he’s been with me, it’s not hard to tell he doesn’t give the reigns to another person easily. Either in the bedroom or business. This little fact makes it that more intense.

“Open your eyes.” I command and he obeys instantly. “Look.” My head drops where we are connected. When my gaze returns to him, I see that he's fascinated with the vision of his dick sliding deep inside of me, then sliding out, covered in my juices

“Fuck. Me.” He releases in awe.

His tone of voice and heated eyes shoot fire through my veins and makes my clit throb. I feel his dick harden even more when his wrist slips free from my hand. He moves quickly to my clit and rubs the little nub of nerves. I shoot off like a unicorn running down a rainbow when I feel his orgasm erupt inside of me. Pulsing. The hardness inside of me shoots hot streams of cum coating my walls. My head falls back as I keep my body on top of his, slowly rotating my hips to delight in the pleasure.

I don’t know how long the rush takes to fade but exhaustion hits and I crumble down to his chest. His muscled arms tighten around me while I bury my head in the crook of his neck. He’s still struggling to catch his breath when he pants the words next to my ear.

“
Ma Poupée
, I know it’s effin soon but know this…I love you with every inch that is me.”

My heart skips a beat by the layer of the emotion that’s lacing those words. My response flows from my lips without a second thought. “Just as every inch of me loves you back, Mudfoot.” 

The laugh that rumbles through his chest makes me giggle. The second he walked into my life he flipped my world, never realizing that this is how it’s destined to be.

“I don’t think I have the energy to get up, but we need to get back on the road. We’ve got another suite at a casino eight hours from here.” He rubs his beard up and down my cheek.

Moving my hips, he groans as his soft dick slides out of me. The rush of fluids sliding out of me is a very strange and yet knowing that’s his cum that’s leaking out of my pussy turns it slightly erotic.

His hand slides down to my ass and back between my legs, stroking the wetness that’s slipping out of me. “
Dagnammit
, you feel so effin good. I’m getting hard with just the thought of my cum inside of you and the actual feel of it covering my fingers from sliding though your pussy. I could be happy with staying in this bed for the next few days.”

I rock back on his fingers. He makes me feel so good by attempting to take away my concerns and problems that I need to face. I love the way he makes it sound so simple and it would be too easy to hide away in this very hotel room for days to come… while we come, over and over again.

“That reminds me,” His voice enters my lust filled thoughts. “Are you on the pill?”

Shaking my head no, I continue to rock back and forth against his fingers.

“Hell yeah.” He growls as he pushes me off him and flips me to my belly.

Lifting my ass up I feel the tip of his dick against my pussy.

“Hands against the headboard. Push back,
Ma Poupée
, so you won’t hit your head. ‘Cause I need to fuck you hard and fast. Fill you up with another shot of cum to brand you inside and out as mine, and only mine.”

The second I flatten my hands against the headboard he enters me in one stroke. Our moans tangle while he tightens his hold on my hips and starts to move. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh bounce off the walls and the friction of his rapid strokes start to fire up an orgasm deep inside of me.

I can’t hold back. I scream his name as my body boils over with waves of pleasure. He keeps pumping and I hear his grunts. My orgasm intensifies as he begins to pulse inside of me. Our bodies are fueling each other’s pleasure. He stills against me but moves my hips while he keeps me pinned flush against him, filling me up with every drop of cum he can release.

His upper body covers mine as one of his hands slides to my boob. Playing with my nipple, gently pinching and rolling the nub while he covers my shoulder with kisses.

“I wish we were months into our relationship.” He mumbles in between kisses.

Releasing a soft moan, I question, “And why is that?”

“Because I would like to hear you say yes when I ask you to marry me.”

My body freezes, my heart stops and I forget how to draw oxygen into my body.

“See,” He doesn’t stop kissing my shoulder. “That’s why I wanted to be months into the future. But rest assure… You are mine, and we will marry and have a family of our own.”

My instincts kick in and I find my voice, thankful he can’t see my face. “You’re crazy. We’ve been in each other’s company for less than a day. Now pull out, we need to shower and hit the road. Time to face consequences and take action, instead of getting sappy and say things you might regret when we get back from this road trip.”

He growls next to my ear. “Never. When I see something my gut tells me I want or need, I follow through.
Always
.”

Looking back over my shoulder, I meet his gaze. “Cocky bastard, don’t you have any fear of failure?”

“The only thing I fear is losing you.” He chooses that moment to slide out and walk to the bathroom without looking back.

I hear the shower start to run and I swallow hard. Not only because of his words but also to the shift of attitude. It’s like I rejected him. Making fun of his feelings. He’s so sure and yet I can’t believe he would feel that way about me. Me, a girl with a face filled with scars.  The shoulder he so tenderly kissed a moment ago carries the same scars.

I have so many problems. Trouble surrounding my company and let’s not forget the reason we met… my father’s house and that blasted brother of mine. Money? Sheesh. Try barely getting by…balancing on the edge of tipping over to money problems if I intend to sue.

Getting up off the bed, I stalk my way toward the bathroom. I should grab hold and enjoy every second he gives me, before this dream ends and I wake up to face shit alone again.

He’s leaning with one hand against the tilled wall. His head is down and the water is pouring over his magnificently muscled body. Stepping in behind him, my arms circle his torso. My heart tugs because he still doesn’t move or lean into my touch like he normally would.

My arms fall away as I step around him and underneath his arm so he has to look into my eyes. I adjust the showerhead so the water now runs over his back. I grab his head in both my hands and I guide him to my lips. I put every emotion I possibly can into this kiss to make up for the fool I was a moment ago.

He groans into my mouth and I swallow it with greed. He takes a step forward and pushes me against the tile wall, away from underneath the shower. Pulling back, he places his forehead against my shoulder catching his breath from the intense kiss.

Running on instinct, I slowly drop to my knees and let my hands slide up his muscled thighs. Wrapping one hand around the base of his thick dick, I lean forward. Licking from base to tip, not caring if it slides over my own thumb, I hear his growl of approval. Though I’ve never done this before, I have a crazy need to take him into my mouth. To taste him and make him feel good.  To put him first, the way he has put me in front of everything else.

My mouth closes around the tip as I feel his hand slide into my hair. He guides me down the length of him until he hits the back of my throat. His hand trembles in my hair and he stills his movements, as if he’s expecting me to stop. I hum a groan of pleasure while I hollow my cheeks.

“Oh for effin sake, you’re going to have me blow my load down your throat in three seconds if you don’t slow down.”

My hand tightens as I bob my head and let my lips tighten around him. Sliding my other hand down to his balls, I knead them softly with my fingers. He lets go of my hair and braces himself with both hands on the tile wall.

“Don’t stop, oh. That feels…” He groans as I take him deep.

Pulses from the base of his dick shoot through the length of it before I feel hot flashes enter my mouth. His tip is near the back of my throat so I swallow without thinking. Both of his hands now cup my head as he softly guides me back and forth a few more times before he pulls my head back. His now soft dick falls out of my mouth with a plop.

His arms go around me as he lifts me up and yet again presses me into the tile wall. “That...was amazing.”

His lips come down on mine and I open to his demanding tongue that’s trying to make his way inside of my mouth. Finding what it’s looking for, we dual for dominance. I revel in the swirls of his tongue while his hand slips to my pussy.

A few soft strokes make me tingle before he slides a finger inside me.  He’s building pressure with his thumb on my clit and my head falls back to the wall gasping for my next breath as his mouth goes to my neck. He bites down softly and it makes me tremble all over.

His other hand goes to my breast as he kneads it softly. His mouth moves to my other nipple and covers it, slowly biting down while he slides his finger out and replaces it with two. I gasp at the sting that’s wrapped with pleasure as he falls on his knees in front of me.

His fingers keep pumping in and out as his mouth now covers my clit and he sucks hard. Swirling his tongue, he then nibbles softly on my clit and that is all my body needs to light up. I brace my hands on his shoulders to keep myself from falling. The pleasure he gives me is intense and every time he gives me an orgasm it seems to multiply in greatness.

He gives my pussy another few lazy licks and then he stands. His hands surround my waist as he pulls me against his body.

“You taste so magnificent. Eating you out once a day would never be enough.”

My eyes go down to his lips as he smiles and leans forward. Inching back as a reflex, he chuckles and takes my mouth. Pulls back to meet my gaze as he says, “Tastes damn good, right?”

“That’s only because it’s on your lips and tongue. Maybe… I’m not sure…I might need another taste.”

He growls as he gives me what I ask for. After a few moments he pulls back and leans his forehead against mine.

“We need to wash up and hit the road. We’ve got more than a few hours to cover the distance to the next hotel.” His voice carries a hint of regret.

“You mean to my brother, not just the hotel, right?” I give him half a smile. “Besides, I’m sure they have a bed in our suite there that we can have just as much fun in. After I kick my brother’s ass and make sure he’s okay, of course.”