Chapter 20

TWENTY

Phoenix

T he wind whipped at my bare shoulders while the sun peeked up over the eastern horizon. A layer of salty sweat covered my skin, mingling with the light dusting of rain the clearing mists had brought.

My muscles ached with every chop of my axe, my biceps protesting at every jarring bite into the logs. I'd needed something to distract me from Laura.

I'd woken up still entangled with her and my obsession had exploded before I'd even opened my eyes. The feel of her soft, warm skin against me. The way her sweet breaths tickled at the gap between my shoulder and my neck where she lay pressed against me. My cock hard against her hip and my fingers still tangled up in her moist panties.

Fuck me.

I needed her more than I needed to fucking breathe.

It took every single fibre of my being to drag myself away from her. To pull on trousers and slip away from her sweet, soft skin.

As I slid out from beneath her, her jutting hip bone grazed me and threw back to my time on the hunger strike when I was a teen. My time before I'd accepted the revolting shakes were my new normal.

My beautiful girl was suffering. Wasting away. I needed to find her food she'd actually eat. The last time I'd run down to the shops with a pocketful of change to buy something to eat had been far too long ago. I couldn't even remember it. More than likely I'd had May trailing me, pestering me to buy her some penny sweets. I'd have likely sighed about her having to come with me, but scooped her up in my arms when we reached the counter like I always did to pick the paper bag that looked the most full.

Shaking the memory away at the physical hurt it wrought, I heaved the axe into another log, my breath fogging in front of me. I kept going until the pile of logs were fully split into log burner sized pieces. My chest rose in exhausted pants while I leant against the cool stone walls of the cottage.

A movement inside caught my eye.

Laura was inside the little bathroom, stripping off the shorty underwear I'd ground against the previous night. She stood looking into the little mirror above the sink, scraping a brush through her hair, before reaching over and turning the metal knob which sent water cascading down into the bathtub.

Oh sweet Laura… You need to give in and beg.

It was killing me to taunt her and deny myself her screams of pleasure. I needed them almost as badly as she did. She still fought my touch, her body cried out for it with every torturous little whimper she gave.

What I'd do to have her look up at me with those big doe eyes and beg for me to make her come. To hear my name in a strangled cry tumbling from her lips.

She bent over to swish the water in the tub, giving me a spectacular view of her arse and the still swollen pink lips peeking out between her soft thighs. I wanted to tear open my stupid scarred lips and bite her. To lick her tears from her cheeks after she begged me so prettily for more. To redden her skin until it glowed before thrusting into the one place I was sure would feel like home.

What had started as a stupid, reckless moment of madness was quickly turning into a deep obsession.

My Laura.

My darkest craving.

She stood and stretched before stepping into the water, sinking into it with a silent sigh. I should get her bubbles. Then she could be like one of those women on TV. I'd never bothered with them just for me.

Laura rested back and lifted a leg, running her fingers over it before reaching over the edge of the bath to one of the bags I'd gotten for her. She pulled out one of the safety razors and worked it over her leg in slow, careful strokes.

My pretty brat preening for me.

She had to be.

There was no way she was shaving to impress the fucking pony.

Watching her had my dick pressing at the front of my trousers, desperate to break free. I rubbed my hand against it, remembering the heat between her thighs. Every little tremor deep in her cunt had emanated outward and twitched against the head of my cock. Sinking into her had been the only thing on my mind, how her hot, wet, heat would have welcomed me.

Pulling my cock free, I stroked down its length, shuddering while I stared at my girl. Her tits were shiny with the bath water and gleaming in the low light. I wanted to pinch the dark pink nipples that sat just above the water, twist them until tears sprung in her eyes.

A strangled noise made its way up my throat. Focusing my hand on the head of my cock, I imagined climbing into the bath and sinking my hips to her mouth, watching those plump lips swallowing me down. Would she be a good girl and take it all? Or would I have to coax each inch into her, delighting in every cough and gag?

My balls tensed when she put down the razor and slipped a hand between her thighs.

Oh my little spark, you know your fingers aren't going to do what mine will.

I knew because my hand was a poor replacement for the feel of her body writhing against me.

Her head tipped back as she pressed her fingers into her cunt. I wanted to chop every one of them off with my axe just so I could be the only one who could please her.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

The world tilted as I fucked my fist, watching Laura trying to elicit the same feelings I'd teased out of her. My breath caught when I came, hot cum squelching between my fingers with every rough stroke of my hand. I kept going until the sensitivity was too much, determined to leak every drop for my sweet Laura.

The window fogged where my breath heated it, and Laura glanced up, shrieking before grabbing a towel from the rail and pulling it into the bath to cover herself up.

I laughed behind my broken mouth.

If only she'd seen what I'd done for her.

I held up my hand, her eyes widening at the white liquid dripping from my fingers.

Next time, it'd be inside her.