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Elf on a Shelf: Part 2
Elf on a Shelf: Part 2
Life in hob-along mode.
Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to
the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
When she woke the next morning, Zach was standing next to
the bed with a pain pill and a glass of water. "Terry's gonna be here in
about half an hour. I could make you some breakfast?" he said, putting the
pill and the water into her hand.
Honey shook her head, feeling the weight of the world on her
shoulders. "I'd; I'd like to take a shower before I go; if that's
okay," she asked.
"Right; uh; I'll just set it up for you. I'll get your
things together after you're done in there; if you still want to go, that is;
Honey closed her eyes and nodded, "Thank you," she
whispered, unable to look at the silent pleading in his face.
When the shower was ready, Zach carried her down the stairs
and set her down in his large walk-in shower on the bathing chair he'd set up
for her. "I, uh; I warmed up the water. The; soap and shampoo stuff is
right here," he said, gesturing to a collection of bottles put down within
her reach. "If you need anything, I'll be right; right here," he
said, sitting down on the toilet, looking like he didn't know what to do with
his hands.
Honey nodded and took off her nightgown and panties, putting
them on the floor outside the shower. She leaned down and began unwrapping the
velcro the straps on her boot, finding that she couldn't reach the last one.
She opened her mouth to ask for help, but Zach was already sliding the door
open to undo it for her. When he disassembled the boot around her foot and
lifted it away, a slight whimper escaped her when the motion bumped her ankle
slightly. Zach's eyes flashed to hers as she tried to cover herself with her
arms, "I'm okay," she whispered. Clenching his jaw, Zach nodded,
stood and left the stall.
The water felt like heaven after the sad sponge baths she
had given herself in bed. Her skin came alive in the heat and flushed a deep
pink. "Is that too hot? You're getting red," Zach said, standing next
to the door looking concerned.
"No; it's perfect," she sighed. She twisted around
to reach the shampoo and tipped it over, groaning as she watched it roll out of
reach.
Zach reached into the stall and returned it to her, growling
in annoyance as he watched her try to squeeze some out with only one fully
functional arm. Soon, he stepped into the shower with her, clad only in his
underwear. "I don't know how you think you're going to do this by yourself;
he grumbled, glaring at her as he massaged the shampoo into her long hair.
"I'll figure it out; put a folding chair in the tub or
something," she said, trying not to notice that the fabric of his
underwear was leaving nothing to the imagination the wetter it got.
"A fucking folding chair will slip. I'll send this one
with you. You still can't reach shit, though."
"I haven't done this before. I'll get better as I
go."
"Yeah, but until then, you'll; Look, you need to give
me a call when you; so that I know you're okay."
"You wouldn't be able to hear me talk; the water makes
this growling noise," she said.
"Well, why the fu; never mind. You call me before and
after. No longer than 10 minutes, or I send Terry."
"And he just does whatever you tell him? You're really
kinda bossy."
"Glad we sorted that out. Put your head back."
With a smirk, Honey leaned back, letting him support her
with his arm as he rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. After one minute, Zach
began swearing under his breath. "I've been rinsing this shit out of your
hair forever and there's still more! How the fuck is this possible?"
Honey began giggling, despite the pain it caused her
shoulder. "I guess you should allow me longer than 10 minutes to shower,
then; she murmured.
"Ten fucking minutes, or I send Terry."
"Do you have any conditioner?"
"Any what?"
"Never mind," Honey said, trying to control her
face.
When he finally released her from being rinsed, Honey
grabbed the loofa and put some body wash on it, washing what she could reach
with her right arm while Zach glared down at her. "Oh, for fuck's
sake," he grated, roughly taking the fluffy sponge from her and then
washing her with surprising gentleness. When he delicately supported and washed
her broken ankle, he waited until he finished before looking up at her,
"Remember, doctor says you can take off your boot for a while now and
then, so that should help with the smell. I'll pack the extra sock so you can
put a clean one on and wash the; well, just how the fuck are you going to do
the laundry?" he asked, as if she created the concept of dirty laundry
just to bother him.
"Hand wash?" she suggested.
"That won't work for these boot socks! They smell like
gangrene or some shi;"
"Well, now you're just flirting; she said, smiling up
at him. For a moment Zach's face went completely blank, his eyes slowly
traveling down her naked body as his face turned bright red, then he turned
away and cursed under his breath again.
"Grab onto my arm and I'll finish you up," he
said, clenching his jaw and holding out his forearm to her, as he diligently
looked away. Cautiously, she took his arm and tried to stand, rising wobbly on
her left leg. Before she could gain her balance, her hand slipped on his wet
arm and he pulled her tightly against him before she could fall. Body to body,
they clung on to each other in the hot spray, each of them shaking.
"Honey; you may notta noticed, but I'm hanging on by a fucking thread,
here," Zach said quietly in her ear, "Try not to get yourself killed
for two seconds."
Honey nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist so that
he could move his arms again. She felt him move the loofah between her legs and
begin washing her private area, looking around the shower stall as he did. When
Honey cringed and her breath hissed between her teeth, he stopped, "What's
wrong?" he asked, looking down at her face.
"It's; rough; she said, quietly.
"Yeah, but it was fine when; oh; right; sensitive.
Okay; he said, swallowing as he tossed the loofah aside and hesitantly reached
his fingers between her legs. Honey leaned her forehead on his chest and closed
her eyes, gasping when his fingers made contact. "Is that; is that
okay?" he asked. She nodded and tried to move her legs further apart for
him.
Zach gently washed her, trying to think of sports scores,
laxative commercials, or the accounts payable at the club, but inevitably his
cock noticed that he was holding the woman of his dreams naked in his arms.
When she shifted against him, trying to keep her balance, a breathy grunt
escaped him as she inadvertently rubbed against him. "I'm sorry; she
whispered, trying to give him more room.
"Don't be; you're perfect; it's fine; he said, trying
to think about anything but how it would feel to slide his cock between her
slippery lips right at that moment. "Let me just get the; water; he
gritted, reaching for the shower sprayer and directing it between her legs.
Honey gasped and whimpered as the water pulsed against her
clit, down her labia and over her anus again and again, feeling Zach's eyes on
her as he did it, intensely absorbing her every reaction. She trembled as she
held on to him, trying to remain calm. Finally, she raised her eyes up to him
and opened her wet lips and whispered, "Zach; ?"
"Hey, how do you guys want your eggs?" Terry
asked, sticking his head into the bathroom.
"Get The Fuck Out Of Here, Maggot!" Zach roared,
as Honey squealed and released him, quickly ducking down to where Terry
couldn't see her on the shower chair.
"Scrambled, it is," Terry said, ducking out of the
bathroom and leaving them alone again.
Zach watched Honey begin to shiver as the room cooled off
and handed her a towel. "Let me know when you're dry and I'll wrap up your
leg again," he said, looking around the bathroom uncomfortably before
wrapping a towel around his waist and taking off his wet underwear from
underneath.
After securing her ankle in the air cast, Zach carried her
back up to the bedroom, turned his back to her, and blocked Terry's kitchen
view of the loft as Honey dressed. When she finished, Zach turned around again,
his mouth hardening into a grim line when he saw she had put on her elf dress
again. "You're; going, then," he said, frowning as he watched her
wince at the pain in her shoulder as she tried to tie the thick red ribbon belt
behind her back.
He stepped behind her and took the belt out of her hands and
began brusquely tying it. "I want you to stay," he said to the back
of her head, tugging the loops into a tight knot.
Honey hobbled around to face him, "Enough to tell me
why you wanted to send that message to someone?" she asked him, her dark
blue eyes somber.
"You; you wouldn't want to stay if I did," he
murmured, stroking the soft velvet covering her arms.
"Then, I guess I should go," she said, looking
away before she could start crying again.
"Wow, nice apartment!" Terry said, following Honey
inside her apartment with the bag of her clothes. "The blood stains really
bring the room together;
"Say what you will, it's all mine," she said,
hobbling over to the sofa and curling up, exhausted.
"Here's your mail. I gotta text Zach, he's going nuts;
well, more than usual, anyway," he said, handing her a stack of envelopes.
"Arrived at hellhole; Angel has typhoid; the tweakers give their love;
send food stamps," he said aloud, typing into his phone as Honey went
through her mail. "Let me go set up the bath chair; just the thing to
class up the joint," he said, disappearing to the bathroom.
When Terry returned, he found Honey white as a sheet,
reading a letter. "Whoa, kid; you okay? Need a pain pill? Let me take you
back to Zach's. You look like you really do have typhoid; he said, kneeling
down next to her.
"Um; yeah, I'm fine," she said faintly, then
cleared her throat. "Would; would you mind taking that laptop with you
when you go deliver the charity gifts to the firm? They; asked me to send it
back; probably upgrading; she said, quickly wiping the tears off her cheeks.
Terry watched her for a long moment, his face grim, and
don't mention it to Zach?" he finished.
"Um; probably not?" Honey choked.
"Ah, Honey; you have hospital bills. This is where a
sensible person starts telling themself, 'Hey self, maybe I should go back to
that really great guy that wants to take care of me," Terry said, closing
her laptop and wrapping the power cord around it.
"If he's such a great guy, why does he send people
messages like this?" she asked, holding up the screenshot to him.
After staring at the screen for a while, Terry let out a low
whistle, "Now, see, Zach just puts it right out there. You gotta respect
that. No wonder he got so much ass. He send this to you?"
"He said he meant to send it to someone else, but what
are you talking about? He sent this to me on our first date when he went to the
restroom! I thought he wanted to kill me!"
Terry canted his head and looked at the screenshot again,
"Oh; yeah, I could see that. Especially if you got it without the dick
pic," he said, nodding sympathetically. "No, see, this was sort of a
sex S O S, if you will. A guy goes out with a girl like you, it's like a
high-wire act. He gets all wound up, needs to blow off some steam, sends out a
flare hoping someone can help him take the edge off things so you don't find
out what a high-strung, rough sex freak he is. You're a big deal. He just
didn't want to scare you off, Angel," Terry explained.
"He; he wanted to go have sex with someone else after
our date??" Honey yelled, incensed.
"Only because he *liked* you so much!" Terry
argued, winsomely. Just then, Honey's phone rang in his hand and he tapped the
screen, "Honey's phone!" he answered.
"Don't Ever Talk To Me Again!" Honey yelled at her
phone when she saw it was Zach's number.
"Ah yeah?" Terry said, holding the phone to his
ear. "Yeah. Right. Be right over," he said, disconnecting the call
and handing the phone back to Honey.
"What did he say?" Honey asked, grinding her
teeth.
Terry leaned over and flipped her phone back to the
screenshot that had frightened her so much, "Yeah; pretty much that; just
without the sex. See you when I get out of the hospital, kid," he sighed.
During the next week, Honey took a bus to the city hall
offices and applied for unemployment, used the library computers to send out
her resume and read her email, and got no calls whatsoever from Zach. Gatsby's,
however, started having trouble with their delivery service and three meals a
day were accidentally delivered to her disreputable apartment. When she called
Gatsby's about it, she was assured they were working on it and were sure to fix
the delivery service problem; as soon as they got a delivery service.
The following week, Honey got a knock at her door. Promising
herself she would open the door only for the pleasure of slamming it shut in
the visitor's stupid, handsome face, Honey hobbled up and looked through the
peep hole. It wasn't who she expected, though.
"Um, hi; she said, opening the door a bit and
tightening her robe.
"Hi Honey, I'm Jeff. You probably don't remember;"
"I remember you," Honey said, opening the door
wider. "Please come in."
"Thank you," he said, coming in and standing with
his coat over his arm as she hobbled back to the couch.
"Jeff, I always wanted to call Gatsby's and thank you;
you know, for what you did," Honey said. "For the 'angel shot.' I
didn't realize I was on a date with the owner, at the time. I hope it didn't
make trouble for you," she said.
"You're kidding, right? He fired me on the spot,"
Jeff laughed.
"Oh no; she said, covering her face with her hands.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"No, it's okay. He hired me back as a manager a couple
weeks ago. Said anyone who had the balls to do what it took to protect you,
even from him, that was someone he wanted taking care of his customers.
Actually said that, looking back, if you had been scared enough to ask someone
for help back then and they *didn't* help you, well, he'd probably want to go
find them and; and; well, the details don't matter, and they're probably
illegal, anyway. The point is, we're good."
"Oh, that's; that's good to hear. Is this about the
delivery service problem, then?"
"We don't have a delivery service."
"Well, yeah, I know. I mean the meals that Zach is
making you send me."
"Um; I'm probably going to get my life threatened for
telling you this, but we're not sending you meals. Zach's popping in and out with
a lot of takeout boxes under his arm, but Gatsby's isn't sending you any meals,
Honey. That's; that's all Zach."
"Oh; Honey said, her cheeks warming.
"Yeah, no I came to ask if you'd be interested in a
job."
Honey laughed, "I appreciate it, but don't think I'd
make much of a waitress right now."
"Actually, I kinda had something else in mind;
Honey's heart pounded as the music swelled and she felt the
platform descend, her legs dangling down clad in candy cane striped stockings
and curled-toe shoes. Her dress was the same pink velvet and white fur trim
costume as before, but the fabric was far more luscious and expensive than the
dress she'd worn in the mall. It had arrived at her door with a seamstress
tasked with making it fit flawlessly. Honey's eyes were closed out of habit,
getting ready to sing for the clientele of the great room as Gatsby's "Elf
on a Shelf." She knew he was out there. He always came out of hiding when
she sang. A smile curled across her face as she felt the spotlight warm her body.
She opened her eyes.
After the show, Honey stripped off her tights and a stage
hand gave her the air cast as soon as the platform had risen out of sight.
Gingerly, she eased her leg back into the boot and began strapping herself in
again. As she reached the last fastener, two large hands took the straps out of
hers and began wrapping them expertly.
Honey blushed and looked aside as Zach did it, and tried not
to roll her eyes when he checked the other two straps to be sure she had
secured them properly. His eyes wandered over her with nervous adoration, like
he still couldn't quite convince himself she was real; even after the mundane
work of feeding her, dressing her, and cleaning her all those days up in his
loft.
"Did you like the show?" she asked quietly,
looking up at him with a small smile.
Zach sighed with relief, having received tacit permission to
speak to her again. "Yes," he said.
"Did you really like it?" she asked, her eyes
twinkling, her smile growing bigger.
"I really; really liked it," Zach said, nodding
and pulling at the collar of the dress shirt that was having trouble containing
him. He seemed to have only grown larger in their weeks apart.
"So much that you want to go have rough sex with
somebody else tonight?" she asked, her large and deceptively innocent,
twinkling eyes skewering him.
Zach's mouth set, "I; I don't do that anymore. I
exercise," he said quietly, reddening and looking away from her.
"Oh; I see," Honey said, nodding. Ignoring the
hands he offered her, Honey rolled herself onto her good knee and clumsily
pushed herself back up into a standing position, her skirt flashing him as she
rose.
"What the fuck is that?" Zach yelled, pulling her
skirt up to where a large purpling bruise was blooming on her hip.
Honey bit her lips and forced her face to stop grinning
before she turned and faced him again. "What's what?" she asked
innocently.
"What the hell do you think? That fucking huge purple
ass-shiner you're walking around with! Where the fuck did that come from?"
he roared.
"Oh, that? I slipped. You know, it's icy out there;
she said brightly, patting his chest and hobbling past him to her dressing
room.
Zach clenched his hands and followed her, growling things
under his breath that would make a sailor blush. She wobbled into the dressing
room, leaving the door open behind her, wondering if he would follow her in. He
didn't, but instead stood there in the doorway glowering at her like a gargoyle
as she pulled some clothes out of a large Gatsby's takeout bag. Honey's ribs
were beginning to hurt from trying not to laugh.
Honey breath hissed through her teeth as she reached behind
her, fumbling with the knot of her wide red ribbon belt, her shoulder still
healing from the dislocation. Before long, she heard muttered curses and large
feet stomp into the room and push her hands aside, untying the belt for her.
She smiled her thanks up at him over her shoulder, and moved her hair aside so
he could help her with the zipper. Carefully, he smoothed some more of her
hairs aside and slowly lowered the clasp.
"So, um; how would it have worked?" she asked
quietly, the softness of her voice making him lean in to hear her.
Zach cleared his throat, "How would what have
worked?" he asked, his breath falling warm on her neck as he tried to
unclasp the tiny hook at top of the dress with his large fingers.
"If we'd gotten together that night; if I'd never got
that message," she said.
Zach closed his eyes and shook his head. "I would've
taken you home. Maybe tried for a kiss at your door, if you looked like you
wanted it," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Cheek or lips?" she asked.
He sighed, "Who am I kidding? I would've passed out
from not breathing by the time I got that close."
"And those; other things; would you have wanted to do
those things to me? To hurt me; to scare me?" she asked, her voice
shaking.
Zach turned her to look her in the eye, and she wrapped her
arms around herself, keeping the unzipped, loose elf dress from falling down.
"No Honey," he swore, shaking his head emphatically, cupping her face
and holding her tightly. "God no. Never. Never ever. I would've never let
you see that side of me. I'd give it up. I gave it up. I'd go run ten miles
before I even;" his impassioned vows were interrupted by a loud crack as a
delicate hand slapped him across the face.
"How dare you?" Honey said, trembling with fury
before she winced and cradled her hand to her chest as Zach blinked slowly in
disbelief, trying to process what had happened. "That's for deciding you'd
just have a boring, unsatisfied sex life with me without even asking what I
wanted, you; you overbearing ass! That's for offering only a part of yourself
to me! That's for ruining our beautiful date because you were ashamed of the
man I lo;" Honey's uncharacteristic rage was interrupted by Zach's mouth
descending on hers and claiming it furiously, pressing her against the wall as
her dress fell to the floor.
The kiss ended almost as quickly as it began, and Zach
pulled away from her, his face a twitching, terrifying storm as he stared down
at her. He wrapped his hand around the slender wrist of her only functional arm
and pressed it to the wall over her head. "You don't hit me like that;
ever," he said quietly, breathing hard through flared nostrils. Honey trembled,
staring up into his blazing eyes almost panting against him in terror; but also
in something else. The corner of Zach's mouth curled when he saw her deep blue
eyes dilate hugely, a heady, familiar scent rising up between them. "You
don't fucking hit anyone like that; goddamn amateur. You wanna break your
wrist? Jesus Christ. Get your ass dressed and I'll take you home, you little
freak," he growled, turning around to give her privacy and hide the huge
smile he couldn't stop from covering his face.
When Honey came up panting for air, she was pressed against
the wall of Zach's loft as he fumbled with the locks of his door with one hand.
She was making good progress at getting his shirt off, but it kept bunching up
around his arms, and the cuffs were still a problem she didn't even want to
think about. Even so, she was blissfully occupied with the acres of warm bare
skin and muscle that she had excavated. "This isn't my home; she said,
looking around bewildered, "why does everyone get my address wrong?"
"Probably because they've blocked it out after seeing
your place. Shut up and tell me what you want," Zach said, carrying her
over to the stairs until he saw a bit of her lower lip he needed to bite and
had to take a break to do it properly. "Look, don't give me names, because
then I'd have to kill 'em, but tell me what makes you hot, Honey; we're gonna
do all of it and more. I'm making your dreams come true, tonight," he
said, winding his hand in her hair as she dropped her head back to give him her
neck.
"Oh! Um; I liked it when;"
"No names," he reminded her, covering her mouth.
"Right; well, this one guy, he um; he wore a towel
around his waist and bent over his dresser to look for his underwear? And this
other time, he held this spoon out to me and I opened my mouth and he fed me.
And; and; um; in the shower, he; he held me against him in the water and;"
"Honey, are all these stories gonna be about me?"
"Um; yeah?"
"That's sweet of you, tryin' to keep me outta jail and
all, but I need you to get to the part about cock and pussy. Stories about me
aren't gonna help that. Cock, pussy, tongue, ass, tits, ears, neck, taint -
what do you like?" he asked
"Right; uh; I liked it when you washed me down there;
my pussy; with your fingers?" Honey said, at a loss.
Zach drew his head back from her neck and looked at her, his
face growing uneasy. "Honey?"
"And when you sprayed the water back and forth down
there, especially the top bump part, that really made me feel amazing, kind of
squirmy, you know?"
"Oh Jesus; he said, looking as if he'd been hit in the
head.
"And um; I know I wasn't supposed to look, but your um;
you know; p-penis; in the shower, when your underwear got wet? That was"
"I don't feel so good; he said, lowering himself to
the floor and sitting down on the stairs.
"No, no, it's fine. We can do this. What's a taint and
what do I do with it?" she asked, sitting down and cuddling up next to
him.
Zach held his head in his hands, "You're a virgin; not
like an "everything but" Evangelical, but like an alien or something.
I don't know if I can do this."
"Look, I know how to have sex; I had health class, for
Pete's sake!" she said, slapping his shoulder.
"What the fuck did I just get myself into?" he
said through his hands.
Honey pulled his hands down from his face and climbed up in
his lap, putting his arms around her and looping her arms around his neck.
"Zach; I have been a very good girl; not just this year, but for a long,
long time. I figure that makes it so I can ask for something really big. So,
here's what I want: I want you and me; just being together. Not planned or
rehearsed or trying to be impressive. You already impress me. You're the best
person I know. You took care of me when you hated me. You took care of me, even
when I hated you. I just want to see what it's like if we let go of all that
and just; you know; love. Will you give me that for Christmas, Santa?
Please?" she asked, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly.
"I've; never done that before," he said stiffly,
looking sideways at her, unable to turn his head.
"I'll be gentle with you," she whispered, smiling
and brushing her lips against his.
Climbing down from his lap, she took his hand in hers and
led him up the stairs; until he lost patience with her hobbling and lifted her
in his arms, carrying her to the top. Honey smiled as he gently lowered her
feet to the floor, then took his hand and worked on the buttons of his cuff,
"You're really big, but you don't do that big guy thing where you act like
nothing matters. You notice everything; I like that," she said, glancing
up at him.
Zach frowned, watching her and then looking around the room,
uncomfortable. "That's just; you gotta do that. You can't just throw your
weight around without knowing where it's going. You're gonna hurt someone that
way," he demurred, unbuttoning the cuff for her and tugging the other
loose, as well.
"You give a lot, but you're not a show-off about it;
you didn't even let me know it wasn't Gatsby's sending food to me," she
said, pulling his shirt down off his shoulders, pressing her face into his back
to smell him.
"You needed protein, calcium, and vitamin D to build
those bones again -- that ramen shit you eat wasn't gonna give you enough of
anything; just empty carbs and fuckin' sodium," he argued, putting his
hands on his hips and scowling at her. Honey smiled and nodded, unbuckling his
belt and slowly pulling it out of the loops. Zach swallowed, "You; you
also needed vitamins C and K, so I made sure you got things like broccoli and
fish and citrus; not; not everybody knows that," he said, drawing a shaky
breath.
"I didn't know that," she said, separating the
hook and eye of his trousers and unzipping them, smiling when he cleared his
throat and breathed faster as she lowered them. "You're smart, but you
don't need everyone to know about it. You watch how people treat you when they
think you're simple, instead; you want to know who they really are." Zach
pulled his legs out of his trousers and laid them carefully over the chair,
glancing over to the closet where he really wanted to put them instead. Honey
smirked and turned to go get a hanger for him, and he swept her down onto the
bed instead, going to get the hanger for himself and carefully hanging his
pants to avoid any creases.
Zach returned to the bed, standing in front of her knees
where she sat, waiting. Honey moved her hands curiously over his hips and
thighs, feeling the strength, the hours of toil and exertion he put them
through; so that he could have control and be gentle when he needed to be.
"You care about what I want; she said, swallowing and slowly sliding his
underwear down his hips, gasping in surprise when his cock bounced out and
waved at her. "You care about it even when you think I'm wrong; and it
makes me love you so much; she said, trailing off and blushing.
"You; got my clothes off," he said, looking down
at her, his face a mix of bewilderment and wonder. "I guess you see all of
me, now," he said, blushing for the first time since she'd known him.
Smiling, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it
aside. She winced, reaching back trying to un-do her bra, and instead of
helping her as usual, Zach narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. "You do
that on purpose, don't you? Doing shit that hurts right in front of me instead
of asking me for help. Showing off that fucking bruise to me at the club.
Showing me what happens when I can't take care of you; you actually get off on
driving me crazy," he said in outraged realization.
"You really want to do that rough sex stuff on me, now,
don't you," Honey said, her eyes alive with mischief.
"Like you wouldn't believe; he said, flipping her
over, straddling her back and unclasping her bra. Honey squealed and giggled
when he laid himself out over her back, careful to avoid her shoulder and
ankle. "You feel that cock, all hard and ready on your panties and between
your legs down there? You don't get him now, brat," he growled, pushing
her hair aside and biting the back of her neck. "Not until you beg
me."
"Okay! Please?" she asked, giggling.
Zach looked over at her, trying to hold a stern face,
"Yeah, that's not how this works. The way this works is, I make you want
it so much that you think you're going out of your mind, and *then* you beg
me."
"Okay!" she chirped.
"Oh, fucking hell; he grumbled, trying not to laugh.
He nipped all over her back, enjoying her squeaks and gasps, wiggling under him
as her need grew. She seemed completely unaware of how she was responding to
him, but he proudly basked in her every flutter. He kissed down to the small of
her back, hearing her breath stop and then resume at a pant when he began to
lower her panties.
"Zach; Zach; Honey whimpered.
"Yes, Honey?" he smiled, kissing the top of the
crease of her bottom, flicking it slightly with his tongue.
"Does it; does it always go this slow?" she asked,
raising her bottom to him and moaning when he slid his fingers through her
crack, making her jump and then grab onto his thigh.
"Are you in a hurry?" he murmured, stroking his
fingers leisurely around her clit and into her vagina, "Some other
pressing; engagement?" he asked, pressing his finger against her hymen and
laughing evilly at her shocked, yet needful, reaction. "Yeah; it would
feel good to have a hot deep cock in there, wouldn't it?" he asked,
thrusting gently into her with his finger.
"Zach; Honey moaned, squirming under him.
"I like that word 'engagement; '" Zach mused idly,
"don't you?" he asked, raising one of her knees up to her side,
sliding his cock along her crack, wetting it until it glistened in her juices.
"Zach, please; please; please; she gasped, feeling him
rise up over her again, pressing against her entry, "I need you; she
whispered.
"I need you, too, Honey. I've needed you for so long;
he answered, parting her lips and moving into her with slow, gentle thrusts.
Honey trembled under him, holding her breath, feeling him
fill her more and more, until with a slight sharp pain, she took him into her.
"Oh; oh; oh; oh; she whimpered.
"Just breathe, Honey. You're doing great; perfect. I'm
not moving till you're ready," Zach said, reaching deep for control. A
sheen of sweat broke over him at the sheer effort of holding himself back from
plunging furiously into her body again and again and again.
"Is; is this the rough sex part?" she breathed,
reaching out to touch the hand he was using to keep most of his weight off her.
Zach barked out a breathless laugh, clasping her hand in
his, "I don't know about you, but this is about as rough as I can take it,
tonight. You're fucking killing me, right now. But, being inside you; it's like
magic."
Honey moved her head and kissed his forearm, "Be inside
me again, Zach; she whispered. With a low sigh, he began moving inside her,
his hips pressing and rolling against her, his cock stroking a patient rhythm.
She sighed with happiness, feeling him explore and claim her at the same time.
His lips moved over her neck and back as he leisurely took her, whispering
praise and encouragements, waiting for her to adjust to him.
Before long, though, his words stopped, his body growing
harder around her, his every muscle stiffening as he gripped her hand harder,
his thrusts quickening until, with a soft, surprised grunt, he thrust deep and
shook as he emptied himself inside her.
With explosive breaths, he rolled off her, pulling her
against him in the bed. "Well, fuck; he said in disgust between gasps.
"Yeah; Honey said, snuggling back against him happily,
"that was perfect;
Zach snorted, "No it wasn't, you noob. You didn't come.
I fucked it up."
"What do you mean? What makes you think I didn't come?
That felt great! Let's do that all the time," Honey said, turning in his
arms so she could smile at him.
"I would've felt it if you came, Honey; it gets tight
and squeezes you, almost like it's sucking on you; drinking you down; he said,
smiling down at her with rueful affection.
"Well, I don't know how it's supposed to get any
tighter than that was. I think you're expecting too much of me. Maybe I did
come; she argued.
"Honey, trust me; when I make you come, you'll know
about it," he said, reaching down and caressing her clit with his fingers.
"Oh, that's nice; you did that in the shower,"
Honey cooed, moving her boot up over his hips so he could reach her more
easily.
"I didn't fucking do this to you in the shower. I
fucking washed you. I was a fucking gentleman. People cut diamonds with less
fucking focus than I had in that fucking shower. I was just taking care of
business, then," he grumbled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.
"I guess; I guess, I took advantage of you, then;
s-sorry; oh; she said, raising her hips to him as her breathing became
irregular, her head tossing from side to side.
"Well, unless I'm wrong, you are about to really pay
for it in 3, 2, 1" Zach said, when Honey screamed high and long, her hips
bucking as she came hard, covering his hand in her sweet nectar and then
bursting into tears. Zach held her close as Honey wailed in pain, stroking her
body gently, "Yeah; see, that boot can do a lot, but it can't do squat
about it when every muscle in your body wants to stiffen up as you come,"
he said, still soothing her.
Honey slapped his shoulder, "That; that was mean! Don't
you ever make me come again!" she panted against him, her face still
twisted in slowly receding pain.
"Uh huh; Zach said, glancing at the alarm clock on his
nightstand, "we'll see how long that lasts, you little freak," he
said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss her tears away.
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When she woke the next morning, Zach was standing next to
the bed with a pain pill and a glass of water. "Terry's gonna be here in
about half an hour. I could make you some breakfast?" he said, putting the
pill and the water into her hand.
Honey shook her head, feeling the weight of the world on her
shoulders. "I'd; I'd like to take a shower before I go; if that's
okay," she asked.
"Right; uh; I'll just set it up for you. I'll get your
things together after you're done in there; if you still want to go, that is;
Honey closed her eyes and nodded, "Thank you," she
whispered, unable to look at the silent pleading in his face.
When the shower was ready, Zach carried her down the stairs
and set her down in his large walk-in shower on the bathing chair he'd set up
for her. "I, uh; I warmed up the water. The; soap and shampoo stuff is
right here," he said, gesturing to a collection of bottles put down within
her reach. "If you need anything, I'll be right; right here," he
said, sitting down on the toilet, looking like he didn't know what to do with
his hands.
Honey nodded and took off her nightgown and panties, putting
them on the floor outside the shower. She leaned down and began unwrapping the
velcro the straps on her boot, finding that she couldn't reach the last one.
She opened her mouth to ask for help, but Zach was already sliding the door
open to undo it for her. When he disassembled the boot around her foot and
lifted it away, a slight whimper escaped her when the motion bumped her ankle
slightly. Zach's eyes flashed to hers as she tried to cover herself with her
arms, "I'm okay," she whispered. Clenching his jaw, Zach nodded,
stood and left the stall.
The water felt like heaven after the sad sponge baths she
had given herself in bed. Her skin came alive in the heat and flushed a deep
pink. "Is that too hot? You're getting red," Zach said, standing next
to the door looking concerned.
"No; it's perfect," she sighed. She twisted around
to reach the shampoo and tipped it over, groaning as she watched it roll out of
reach.
Zach reached into the stall and returned it to her, growling
in annoyance as he watched her try to squeeze some out with only one fully
functional arm. Soon, he stepped into the shower with her, clad only in his
underwear. "I don't know how you think you're going to do this by yourself;
he grumbled, glaring at her as he massaged the shampoo into her long hair.
"I'll figure it out; put a folding chair in the tub or
something," she said, trying not to notice that the fabric of his
underwear was leaving nothing to the imagination the wetter it got.
"A fucking folding chair will slip. I'll send this one
with you. You still can't reach shit, though."
"I haven't done this before. I'll get better as I
go."
"Yeah, but until then, you'll; Look, you need to give
me a call when you; so that I know you're okay."
"You wouldn't be able to hear me talk; the water makes
this growling noise," she said.
"Well, why the fu; never mind. You call me before and
after. No longer than 10 minutes, or I send Terry."
"And he just does whatever you tell him? You're really
kinda bossy."
"Glad we sorted that out. Put your head back."
With a smirk, Honey leaned back, letting him support her
with his arm as he rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. After one minute, Zach
began swearing under his breath. "I've been rinsing this shit out of your
hair forever and there's still more! How the fuck is this possible?"
Honey began giggling, despite the pain it caused her
shoulder. "I guess you should allow me longer than 10 minutes to shower,
then; she murmured.
"Ten fucking minutes, or I send Terry."
"Do you have any conditioner?"
"Any what?"
"Never mind," Honey said, trying to control her
face.
When he finally released her from being rinsed, Honey
grabbed the loofa and put some body wash on it, washing what she could reach
with her right arm while Zach glared down at her. "Oh, for fuck's
sake," he grated, roughly taking the fluffy sponge from her and then
washing her with surprising gentleness. When he delicately supported and washed
her broken ankle, he waited until he finished before looking up at her,
"Remember, doctor says you can take off your boot for a while now and
then, so that should help with the smell. I'll pack the extra sock so you can
put a clean one on and wash the; well, just how the fuck are you going to do
the laundry?" he asked, as if she created the concept of dirty laundry
just to bother him.
"Hand wash?" she suggested.
"That won't work for these boot socks! They smell like
gangrene or some shi;"
"Well, now you're just flirting; she said, smiling up
at him. For a moment Zach's face went completely blank, his eyes slowly
traveling down her naked body as his face turned bright red, then he turned
away and cursed under his breath again.
"Grab onto my arm and I'll finish you up," he
said, clenching his jaw and holding out his forearm to her, as he diligently
looked away. Cautiously, she took his arm and tried to stand, rising wobbly on
her left leg. Before she could gain her balance, her hand slipped on his wet
arm and he pulled her tightly against him before she could fall. Body to body,
they clung on to each other in the hot spray, each of them shaking.
"Honey; you may notta noticed, but I'm hanging on by a fucking thread,
here," Zach said quietly in her ear, "Try not to get yourself killed
for two seconds."
Honey nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist so that
he could move his arms again. She felt him move the loofah between her legs and
begin washing her private area, looking around the shower stall as he did. When
Honey cringed and her breath hissed between her teeth, he stopped, "What's
wrong?" he asked, looking down at her face.
"It's; rough; she said, quietly.
"Yeah, but it was fine when; oh; right; sensitive.
Okay; he said, swallowing as he tossed the loofah aside and hesitantly reached
his fingers between her legs. Honey leaned her forehead on his chest and closed
her eyes, gasping when his fingers made contact. "Is that; is that
okay?" he asked. She nodded and tried to move her legs further apart for
him.
Zach gently washed her, trying to think of sports scores,
laxative commercials, or the accounts payable at the club, but inevitably his
cock noticed that he was holding the woman of his dreams naked in his arms.
When she shifted against him, trying to keep her balance, a breathy grunt
escaped him as she inadvertently rubbed against him. "I'm sorry; she
whispered, trying to give him more room.
"Don't be; you're perfect; it's fine; he said, trying
to think about anything but how it would feel to slide his cock between her
slippery lips right at that moment. "Let me just get the; water; he
gritted, reaching for the shower sprayer and directing it between her legs.
Honey gasped and whimpered as the water pulsed against her
clit, down her labia and over her anus again and again, feeling Zach's eyes on
her as he did it, intensely absorbing her every reaction. She trembled as she
held on to him, trying to remain calm. Finally, she raised her eyes up to him
and opened her wet lips and whispered, "Zach; ?"
"Hey, how do you guys want your eggs?" Terry
asked, sticking his head into the bathroom.
"Get The Fuck Out Of Here, Maggot!" Zach roared,
as Honey squealed and released him, quickly ducking down to where Terry
couldn't see her on the shower chair.
"Scrambled, it is," Terry said, ducking out of the
bathroom and leaving them alone again.
Zach watched Honey begin to shiver as the room cooled off
and handed her a towel. "Let me know when you're dry and I'll wrap up your
leg again," he said, looking around the bathroom uncomfortably before
wrapping a towel around his waist and taking off his wet underwear from
underneath.
After securing her ankle in the air cast, Zach carried her
back up to the bedroom, turned his back to her, and blocked Terry's kitchen
view of the loft as Honey dressed. When she finished, Zach turned around again,
his mouth hardening into a grim line when he saw she had put on her elf dress
again. "You're; going, then," he said, frowning as he watched her
wince at the pain in her shoulder as she tried to tie the thick red ribbon belt
behind her back.
He stepped behind her and took the belt out of her hands and
began brusquely tying it. "I want you to stay," he said to the back
of her head, tugging the loops into a tight knot.
Honey hobbled around to face him, "Enough to tell me
why you wanted to send that message to someone?" she asked him, her dark
blue eyes somber.
"You; you wouldn't want to stay if I did," he
murmured, stroking the soft velvet covering her arms.
"Then, I guess I should go," she said, looking
away before she could start crying again.
"Wow, nice apartment!" Terry said, following Honey
inside her apartment with the bag of her clothes. "The blood stains really
bring the room together;
"Say what you will, it's all mine," she said,
hobbling over to the sofa and curling up, exhausted.
"Here's your mail. I gotta text Zach, he's going nuts;
well, more than usual, anyway," he said, handing her a stack of envelopes.
"Arrived at hellhole; Angel has typhoid; the tweakers give their love;
send food stamps," he said aloud, typing into his phone as Honey went
through her mail. "Let me go set up the bath chair; just the thing to
class up the joint," he said, disappearing to the bathroom.
When Terry returned, he found Honey white as a sheet,
reading a letter. "Whoa, kid; you okay? Need a pain pill? Let me take you
back to Zach's. You look like you really do have typhoid; he said, kneeling
down next to her.
"Um; yeah, I'm fine," she said faintly, then
cleared her throat. "Would; would you mind taking that laptop with you
when you go deliver the charity gifts to the firm? They; asked me to send it
back; probably upgrading; she said, quickly wiping the tears off her cheeks.
Terry watched her for a long moment, his face grim, and
don't mention it to Zach?" he finished.
"Um; probably not?" Honey choked.
"Ah, Honey; you have hospital bills. This is where a
sensible person starts telling themself, 'Hey self, maybe I should go back to
that really great guy that wants to take care of me," Terry said, closing
her laptop and wrapping the power cord around it.
"If he's such a great guy, why does he send people
messages like this?" she asked, holding up the screenshot to him.
After staring at the screen for a while, Terry let out a low
whistle, "Now, see, Zach just puts it right out there. You gotta respect
that. No wonder he got so much ass. He send this to you?"
"He said he meant to send it to someone else, but what
are you talking about? He sent this to me on our first date when he went to the
restroom! I thought he wanted to kill me!"
Terry canted his head and looked at the screenshot again,
"Oh; yeah, I could see that. Especially if you got it without the dick
pic," he said, nodding sympathetically. "No, see, this was sort of a
sex S O S, if you will. A guy goes out with a girl like you, it's like a
high-wire act. He gets all wound up, needs to blow off some steam, sends out a
flare hoping someone can help him take the edge off things so you don't find
out what a high-strung, rough sex freak he is. You're a big deal. He just
didn't want to scare you off, Angel," Terry explained.
"He; he wanted to go have sex with someone else after
our date??" Honey yelled, incensed.
"Only because he *liked* you so much!" Terry
argued, winsomely. Just then, Honey's phone rang in his hand and he tapped the
screen, "Honey's phone!" he answered.
"Don't Ever Talk To Me Again!" Honey yelled at her
phone when she saw it was Zach's number.
"Ah yeah?" Terry said, holding the phone to his
ear. "Yeah. Right. Be right over," he said, disconnecting the call
and handing the phone back to Honey.
"What did he say?" Honey asked, grinding her
teeth.
Terry leaned over and flipped her phone back to the
screenshot that had frightened her so much, "Yeah; pretty much that; just
without the sex. See you when I get out of the hospital, kid," he sighed.
During the next week, Honey took a bus to the city hall
offices and applied for unemployment, used the library computers to send out
her resume and read her email, and got no calls whatsoever from Zach. Gatsby's,
however, started having trouble with their delivery service and three meals a
day were accidentally delivered to her disreputable apartment. When she called
Gatsby's about it, she was assured they were working on it and were sure to fix
the delivery service problem; as soon as they got a delivery service.
The following week, Honey got a knock at her door. Promising
herself she would open the door only for the pleasure of slamming it shut in
the visitor's stupid, handsome face, Honey hobbled up and looked through the
peep hole. It wasn't who she expected, though.
"Um, hi; she said, opening the door a bit and
tightening her robe.
"Hi Honey, I'm Jeff. You probably don't remember;"
"I remember you," Honey said, opening the door
wider. "Please come in."
"Thank you," he said, coming in and standing with
his coat over his arm as she hobbled back to the couch.
"Jeff, I always wanted to call Gatsby's and thank you;
you know, for what you did," Honey said. "For the 'angel shot.' I
didn't realize I was on a date with the owner, at the time. I hope it didn't
make trouble for you," she said.
"You're kidding, right? He fired me on the spot,"
Jeff laughed.
"Oh no; she said, covering her face with her hands.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"No, it's okay. He hired me back as a manager a couple
weeks ago. Said anyone who had the balls to do what it took to protect you,
even from him, that was someone he wanted taking care of his customers.
Actually said that, looking back, if you had been scared enough to ask someone
for help back then and they *didn't* help you, well, he'd probably want to go
find them and; and; well, the details don't matter, and they're probably
illegal, anyway. The point is, we're good."
"Oh, that's; that's good to hear. Is this about the
delivery service problem, then?"
"We don't have a delivery service."
"Well, yeah, I know. I mean the meals that Zach is
making you send me."
"Um; I'm probably going to get my life threatened for
telling you this, but we're not sending you meals. Zach's popping in and out with
a lot of takeout boxes under his arm, but Gatsby's isn't sending you any meals,
Honey. That's; that's all Zach."
"Oh; Honey said, her cheeks warming.
"Yeah, no I came to ask if you'd be interested in a
job."
Honey laughed, "I appreciate it, but don't think I'd
make much of a waitress right now."
"Actually, I kinda had something else in mind;
Honey's heart pounded as the music swelled and she felt the
platform descend, her legs dangling down clad in candy cane striped stockings
and curled-toe shoes. Her dress was the same pink velvet and white fur trim
costume as before, but the fabric was far more luscious and expensive than the
dress she'd worn in the mall. It had arrived at her door with a seamstress
tasked with making it fit flawlessly. Honey's eyes were closed out of habit,
getting ready to sing for the clientele of the great room as Gatsby's "Elf
on a Shelf." She knew he was out there. He always came out of hiding when
she sang. A smile curled across her face as she felt the spotlight warm her body.
She opened her eyes.
After the show, Honey stripped off her tights and a stage
hand gave her the air cast as soon as the platform had risen out of sight.
Gingerly, she eased her leg back into the boot and began strapping herself in
again. As she reached the last fastener, two large hands took the straps out of
hers and began wrapping them expertly.
Honey blushed and looked aside as Zach did it, and tried not
to roll her eyes when he checked the other two straps to be sure she had
secured them properly. His eyes wandered over her with nervous adoration, like
he still couldn't quite convince himself she was real; even after the mundane
work of feeding her, dressing her, and cleaning her all those days up in his
loft.
"Did you like the show?" she asked quietly,
looking up at him with a small smile.
Zach sighed with relief, having received tacit permission to
speak to her again. "Yes," he said.
"Did you really like it?" she asked, her eyes
twinkling, her smile growing bigger.
"I really; really liked it," Zach said, nodding
and pulling at the collar of the dress shirt that was having trouble containing
him. He seemed to have only grown larger in their weeks apart.
"So much that you want to go have rough sex with
somebody else tonight?" she asked, her large and deceptively innocent,
twinkling eyes skewering him.
Zach's mouth set, "I; I don't do that anymore. I
exercise," he said quietly, reddening and looking away from her.
"Oh; I see," Honey said, nodding. Ignoring the
hands he offered her, Honey rolled herself onto her good knee and clumsily
pushed herself back up into a standing position, her skirt flashing him as she
rose.
"What the fuck is that?" Zach yelled, pulling her
skirt up to where a large purpling bruise was blooming on her hip.
Honey bit her lips and forced her face to stop grinning
before she turned and faced him again. "What's what?" she asked
innocently.
"What the hell do you think? That fucking huge purple
ass-shiner you're walking around with! Where the fuck did that come from?"
he roared.
"Oh, that? I slipped. You know, it's icy out there;
she said brightly, patting his chest and hobbling past him to her dressing
room.
Zach clenched his hands and followed her, growling things
under his breath that would make a sailor blush. She wobbled into the dressing
room, leaving the door open behind her, wondering if he would follow her in. He
didn't, but instead stood there in the doorway glowering at her like a gargoyle
as she pulled some clothes out of a large Gatsby's takeout bag. Honey's ribs
were beginning to hurt from trying not to laugh.
Honey breath hissed through her teeth as she reached behind
her, fumbling with the knot of her wide red ribbon belt, her shoulder still
healing from the dislocation. Before long, she heard muttered curses and large
feet stomp into the room and push her hands aside, untying the belt for her.
She smiled her thanks up at him over her shoulder, and moved her hair aside so
he could help her with the zipper. Carefully, he smoothed some more of her
hairs aside and slowly lowered the clasp.
"So, um; how would it have worked?" she asked
quietly, the softness of her voice making him lean in to hear her.
Zach cleared his throat, "How would what have
worked?" he asked, his breath falling warm on her neck as he tried to
unclasp the tiny hook at top of the dress with his large fingers.
"If we'd gotten together that night; if I'd never got
that message," she said.
Zach closed his eyes and shook his head. "I would've
taken you home. Maybe tried for a kiss at your door, if you looked like you
wanted it," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Cheek or lips?" she asked.
He sighed, "Who am I kidding? I would've passed out
from not breathing by the time I got that close."
"And those; other things; would you have wanted to do
those things to me? To hurt me; to scare me?" she asked, her voice
shaking.
Zach turned her to look her in the eye, and she wrapped her
arms around herself, keeping the unzipped, loose elf dress from falling down.
"No Honey," he swore, shaking his head emphatically, cupping her face
and holding her tightly. "God no. Never. Never ever. I would've never let
you see that side of me. I'd give it up. I gave it up. I'd go run ten miles
before I even;" his impassioned vows were interrupted by a loud crack as a
delicate hand slapped him across the face.
"How dare you?" Honey said, trembling with fury
before she winced and cradled her hand to her chest as Zach blinked slowly in
disbelief, trying to process what had happened. "That's for deciding you'd
just have a boring, unsatisfied sex life with me without even asking what I
wanted, you; you overbearing ass! That's for offering only a part of yourself
to me! That's for ruining our beautiful date because you were ashamed of the
man I lo;" Honey's uncharacteristic rage was interrupted by Zach's mouth
descending on hers and claiming it furiously, pressing her against the wall as
her dress fell to the floor.
The kiss ended almost as quickly as it began, and Zach
pulled away from her, his face a twitching, terrifying storm as he stared down
at her. He wrapped his hand around the slender wrist of her only functional arm
and pressed it to the wall over her head. "You don't hit me like that;
ever," he said quietly, breathing hard through flared nostrils. Honey trembled,
staring up into his blazing eyes almost panting against him in terror; but also
in something else. The corner of Zach's mouth curled when he saw her deep blue
eyes dilate hugely, a heady, familiar scent rising up between them. "You
don't fucking hit anyone like that; goddamn amateur. You wanna break your
wrist? Jesus Christ. Get your ass dressed and I'll take you home, you little
freak," he growled, turning around to give her privacy and hide the huge
smile he couldn't stop from covering his face.
When Honey came up panting for air, she was pressed against
the wall of Zach's loft as he fumbled with the locks of his door with one hand.
She was making good progress at getting his shirt off, but it kept bunching up
around his arms, and the cuffs were still a problem she didn't even want to
think about. Even so, she was blissfully occupied with the acres of warm bare
skin and muscle that she had excavated. "This isn't my home; she said,
looking around bewildered, "why does everyone get my address wrong?"
"Probably because they've blocked it out after seeing
your place. Shut up and tell me what you want," Zach said, carrying her
over to the stairs until he saw a bit of her lower lip he needed to bite and
had to take a break to do it properly. "Look, don't give me names, because
then I'd have to kill 'em, but tell me what makes you hot, Honey; we're gonna
do all of it and more. I'm making your dreams come true, tonight," he
said, winding his hand in her hair as she dropped her head back to give him her
neck.
"Oh! Um; I liked it when;"
"No names," he reminded her, covering her mouth.
"Right; well, this one guy, he um; he wore a towel
around his waist and bent over his dresser to look for his underwear? And this
other time, he held this spoon out to me and I opened my mouth and he fed me.
And; and; um; in the shower, he; he held me against him in the water and;"
"Honey, are all these stories gonna be about me?"
"Um; yeah?"
"That's sweet of you, tryin' to keep me outta jail and
all, but I need you to get to the part about cock and pussy. Stories about me
aren't gonna help that. Cock, pussy, tongue, ass, tits, ears, neck, taint -
what do you like?" he asked
"Right; uh; I liked it when you washed me down there;
my pussy; with your fingers?" Honey said, at a loss.
Zach drew his head back from her neck and looked at her, his
face growing uneasy. "Honey?"
"And when you sprayed the water back and forth down
there, especially the top bump part, that really made me feel amazing, kind of
squirmy, you know?"
"Oh Jesus; he said, looking as if he'd been hit in the
head.
"And um; I know I wasn't supposed to look, but your um;
you know; p-penis; in the shower, when your underwear got wet? That was"
"I don't feel so good; he said, lowering himself to
the floor and sitting down on the stairs.
"No, no, it's fine. We can do this. What's a taint and
what do I do with it?" she asked, sitting down and cuddling up next to
him.
Zach held his head in his hands, "You're a virgin; not
like an "everything but" Evangelical, but like an alien or something.
I don't know if I can do this."
"Look, I know how to have sex; I had health class, for
Pete's sake!" she said, slapping his shoulder.
"What the fuck did I just get myself into?" he
said through his hands.
Honey pulled his hands down from his face and climbed up in
his lap, putting his arms around her and looping her arms around his neck.
"Zach; I have been a very good girl; not just this year, but for a long,
long time. I figure that makes it so I can ask for something really big. So,
here's what I want: I want you and me; just being together. Not planned or
rehearsed or trying to be impressive. You already impress me. You're the best
person I know. You took care of me when you hated me. You took care of me, even
when I hated you. I just want to see what it's like if we let go of all that
and just; you know; love. Will you give me that for Christmas, Santa?
Please?" she asked, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly.
"I've; never done that before," he said stiffly,
looking sideways at her, unable to turn his head.
"I'll be gentle with you," she whispered, smiling
and brushing her lips against his.
Climbing down from his lap, she took his hand in hers and
led him up the stairs; until he lost patience with her hobbling and lifted her
in his arms, carrying her to the top. Honey smiled as he gently lowered her
feet to the floor, then took his hand and worked on the buttons of his cuff,
"You're really big, but you don't do that big guy thing where you act like
nothing matters. You notice everything; I like that," she said, glancing
up at him.
Zach frowned, watching her and then looking around the room,
uncomfortable. "That's just; you gotta do that. You can't just throw your
weight around without knowing where it's going. You're gonna hurt someone that
way," he demurred, unbuttoning the cuff for her and tugging the other
loose, as well.
"You give a lot, but you're not a show-off about it;
you didn't even let me know it wasn't Gatsby's sending food to me," she
said, pulling his shirt down off his shoulders, pressing her face into his back
to smell him.
"You needed protein, calcium, and vitamin D to build
those bones again -- that ramen shit you eat wasn't gonna give you enough of
anything; just empty carbs and fuckin' sodium," he argued, putting his
hands on his hips and scowling at her. Honey smiled and nodded, unbuckling his
belt and slowly pulling it out of the loops. Zach swallowed, "You; you
also needed vitamins C and K, so I made sure you got things like broccoli and
fish and citrus; not; not everybody knows that," he said, drawing a shaky
breath.
"I didn't know that," she said, separating the
hook and eye of his trousers and unzipping them, smiling when he cleared his
throat and breathed faster as she lowered them. "You're smart, but you
don't need everyone to know about it. You watch how people treat you when they
think you're simple, instead; you want to know who they really are." Zach
pulled his legs out of his trousers and laid them carefully over the chair,
glancing over to the closet where he really wanted to put them instead. Honey
smirked and turned to go get a hanger for him, and he swept her down onto the
bed instead, going to get the hanger for himself and carefully hanging his
pants to avoid any creases.
Zach returned to the bed, standing in front of her knees
where she sat, waiting. Honey moved her hands curiously over his hips and
thighs, feeling the strength, the hours of toil and exertion he put them
through; so that he could have control and be gentle when he needed to be.
"You care about what I want; she said, swallowing and slowly sliding his
underwear down his hips, gasping in surprise when his cock bounced out and
waved at her. "You care about it even when you think I'm wrong; and it
makes me love you so much; she said, trailing off and blushing.
"You; got my clothes off," he said, looking down
at her, his face a mix of bewilderment and wonder. "I guess you see all of
me, now," he said, blushing for the first time since she'd known him.
Smiling, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it
aside. She winced, reaching back trying to un-do her bra, and instead of
helping her as usual, Zach narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. "You do
that on purpose, don't you? Doing shit that hurts right in front of me instead
of asking me for help. Showing off that fucking bruise to me at the club.
Showing me what happens when I can't take care of you; you actually get off on
driving me crazy," he said in outraged realization.
"You really want to do that rough sex stuff on me, now,
don't you," Honey said, her eyes alive with mischief.
"Like you wouldn't believe; he said, flipping her
over, straddling her back and unclasping her bra. Honey squealed and giggled
when he laid himself out over her back, careful to avoid her shoulder and
ankle. "You feel that cock, all hard and ready on your panties and between
your legs down there? You don't get him now, brat," he growled, pushing
her hair aside and biting the back of her neck. "Not until you beg
me."
"Okay! Please?" she asked, giggling.
Zach looked over at her, trying to hold a stern face,
"Yeah, that's not how this works. The way this works is, I make you want
it so much that you think you're going out of your mind, and *then* you beg
me."
"Okay!" she chirped.
"Oh, fucking hell; he grumbled, trying not to laugh.
He nipped all over her back, enjoying her squeaks and gasps, wiggling under him
as her need grew. She seemed completely unaware of how she was responding to
him, but he proudly basked in her every flutter. He kissed down to the small of
her back, hearing her breath stop and then resume at a pant when he began to
lower her panties.
"Zach; Zach; Honey whimpered.
"Yes, Honey?" he smiled, kissing the top of the
crease of her bottom, flicking it slightly with his tongue.
"Does it; does it always go this slow?" she asked,
raising her bottom to him and moaning when he slid his fingers through her
crack, making her jump and then grab onto his thigh.
"Are you in a hurry?" he murmured, stroking his
fingers leisurely around her clit and into her vagina, "Some other
pressing; engagement?" he asked, pressing his finger against her hymen and
laughing evilly at her shocked, yet needful, reaction. "Yeah; it would
feel good to have a hot deep cock in there, wouldn't it?" he asked,
thrusting gently into her with his finger.
"Zach; Honey moaned, squirming under him.
"I like that word 'engagement; '" Zach mused idly,
"don't you?" he asked, raising one of her knees up to her side,
sliding his cock along her crack, wetting it until it glistened in her juices.
"Zach, please; please; please; she gasped, feeling him
rise up over her again, pressing against her entry, "I need you; she
whispered.
"I need you, too, Honey. I've needed you for so long;
he answered, parting her lips and moving into her with slow, gentle thrusts.
Honey trembled under him, holding her breath, feeling him
fill her more and more, until with a slight sharp pain, she took him into her.
"Oh; oh; oh; oh; she whimpered.
"Just breathe, Honey. You're doing great; perfect. I'm
not moving till you're ready," Zach said, reaching deep for control. A
sheen of sweat broke over him at the sheer effort of holding himself back from
plunging furiously into her body again and again and again.
"Is; is this the rough sex part?" she breathed,
reaching out to touch the hand he was using to keep most of his weight off her.
Zach barked out a breathless laugh, clasping her hand in
his, "I don't know about you, but this is about as rough as I can take it,
tonight. You're fucking killing me, right now. But, being inside you; it's like
magic."
Honey moved her head and kissed his forearm, "Be inside
me again, Zach; she whispered. With a low sigh, he began moving inside her,
his hips pressing and rolling against her, his cock stroking a patient rhythm.
She sighed with happiness, feeling him explore and claim her at the same time.
His lips moved over her neck and back as he leisurely took her, whispering
praise and encouragements, waiting for her to adjust to him.
Before long, though, his words stopped, his body growing
harder around her, his every muscle stiffening as he gripped her hand harder,
his thrusts quickening until, with a soft, surprised grunt, he thrust deep and
shook as he emptied himself inside her.
With explosive breaths, he rolled off her, pulling her
against him in the bed. "Well, fuck; he said in disgust between gasps.
"Yeah; Honey said, snuggling back against him happily,
"that was perfect;
Zach snorted, "No it wasn't, you noob. You didn't come.
I fucked it up."
"What do you mean? What makes you think I didn't come?
That felt great! Let's do that all the time," Honey said, turning in his
arms so she could smile at him.
"I would've felt it if you came, Honey; it gets tight
and squeezes you, almost like it's sucking on you; drinking you down; he said,
smiling down at her with rueful affection.
"Well, I don't know how it's supposed to get any
tighter than that was. I think you're expecting too much of me. Maybe I did
come; she argued.
"Honey, trust me; when I make you come, you'll know
about it," he said, reaching down and caressing her clit with his fingers.
"Oh, that's nice; you did that in the shower,"
Honey cooed, moving her boot up over his hips so he could reach her more
easily.
"I didn't fucking do this to you in the shower. I
fucking washed you. I was a fucking gentleman. People cut diamonds with less
fucking focus than I had in that fucking shower. I was just taking care of
business, then," he grumbled, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.
"I guess; I guess, I took advantage of you, then;
s-sorry; oh; she said, raising her hips to him as her breathing became
irregular, her head tossing from side to side.
"Well, unless I'm wrong, you are about to really pay
for it in 3, 2, 1" Zach said, when Honey screamed high and long, her hips
bucking as she came hard, covering his hand in her sweet nectar and then
bursting into tears. Zach held her close as Honey wailed in pain, stroking her
body gently, "Yeah; see, that boot can do a lot, but it can't do squat
about it when every muscle in your body wants to stiffen up as you come,"
he said, still soothing her.
Honey slapped his shoulder, "That; that was mean! Don't
you ever make me come again!" she panted against him, her face still
twisted in slowly receding pain.
"Uh huh; Zach said, glancing at the alarm clock on his
nightstand, "we'll see how long that lasts, you little freak," he
said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss her tears away.
To be continued in part 3, Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for
Literotica.
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