7. Hellena

7

HELLENA

A sigh slips out as I plop back onto the couch. “Are you okay with… that?”

I point toward the door.

“As long as I am near you, with you, nothing can bother me. I just want you to be happy, Hellena.” Tell’s smile is full, genuine. And just as constant as mine. I’ve missed him so fucking much.

And go figure, he really means it, that he’s just fine with my having another lover. Even if there is something in his posture, his tone, that makes me wonder what’s really bothering him.

We sit quietly for a while, me savoring his scent, the feel of his body under me. It’s unusual, the two of us not chatting, sharing.

“So, you want to do some exercises?” he finally asks.

“We’ve been working out all day, actually. I’m kind of beat.”

“Ah, well, I have a few different kinds of exercise in mind…”

“Mmm, oh, yeah?”

“Definitely. But it’s not what you’re thinking. Although, I am definitely thinking that too…” He eyes the hint of cleavage peeking out from my towel.

Running my hand up his leg, I feel him harden to my touch, stretching against his jeans. It gets my heart pounding, my face flushing.

“Ach! I also wanted to say something first,” he fumbles, swallowing nervously.

“We can talk and play.” I raise my eyebrows.

“Hella, I’m serious.”

I pause, seeing the genuine worry in his eyes.

“There are just a few things we left unresolved.”

“You’re right. We left things sort of up in the air.” I nod, watching him closely.

“I lied to you. I was doing what I was told to do, and I thought it was for your own good at the time. But I was dishonest with you about it, and it ended up putting you in harm's way.”

“Tell, I want to know everything. I really do. But I’ve had a little time to think, to reconcile my anger about some of it. We don’t have to force it?—”

“I just want to know that I didn’t ruin everything,” he protests, sitting up.

I must look dumbstruck because he gapes at my expression, more worried than ever. Ruined?

“Tell. I thought you noticed how I threw myself at you, kissed you, told you I missed you. First thing, right in the door?”

“I … I know. I’ve just had way more time to think and think and think?—”

“Stop.” I gently rest a finger on his lips. “I forgive you. If there was even anything to forgive.”

Tell lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s been holding it for days.

“You have no idea how fucked up I’ve been, worrying about you. About us, too.”

“Well, next time, get here sooner and ask me!” I swat at him, pulling him into another mind-melting kiss.

It escalates, my tongue seeking his, darting between his scalding hot lips.

“Mmm… upstairs, now?” Tell manages to gasp.

“Soon. What was this training you were talking about?” I work my way around, up his jaw, nibbling his ear.

“Oh, sweet fuck, Hella…”

“Tell me…”

“Mmm. It’s a technique for clearing your head. Focusing.”

“Sounds like you could use it right now.”

“Trying. Definitely trying.”

“I think I can feel your focus too.” I grind my hips on his lap, making him arch up toward me involuntarily.

“You’re the devil,” he growls, sounding an awful lot like Gavin in his sexual frustration. “The thing is, you need to be able to calm yourself down in stressful situations.”

“Is that what you call this? And is that what you do when you swap characters, change faces?”

“Yes, actually. It helps me shift, leave my quirks behind for a time and become completely who I need to be.”

“That sounds useful. And dangerous. What if you can’t come back?” I tease, but the worry is real. Tell’s quirks are definitely psychologically abnormal . Not that I mind.

“That’s why you have to practice. Strengthen your mind.” He gasps again, sitting up straighter and schooling his features. “See? Totally calm. In control.”

“Is that why your cock is so hard and your legs are shaking?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that you’re rubbing your sweet, delicious pussy all over my lap.” He grins, clearly enjoying our little game.

“Tell me more,” I croon, pulling away and rising.

“It's a form of meditation. It helps you center yourself.”

“How do I start?” I put on a serious face.

Tell stays seated, pointing for me to sit across from him on the coffee table.

I obey. Begrudgingly.

“Find a space inside where you can go, a quiet place where you can block out sounds, sights. Kind of hiding your core.”

“I want you in my core…”

“This is never going to work with you in that towel. You’re way too distracting.”

“What do you mean? This towel?” I stand, shuffling toward the steps, letting my hips sway. “Sweet Sanctum… the ass on you, woman…”

“This ass?” I let the towel fall to the floor.

Tell chokes behind me.

“What are you going to do with this ass?”

“Everything. All the things. So many things.”

“Hmm. I like the sound of that.”

“But only if you show me how to meditate first.”

Because I am curious. And I want to make him work for it.

Tell’s off the couch and across the room in a heartbeat, sweeping his hands around my waist. “Oh, I’ll show you some things.”

His lips find my neck, my collar bone, pulling and licking as he works his way down, taking one nipple into his mouth.

“If this is meditation, I want to do it all the time.”

“I can oblige that…”

I can barely make words, but I force my mind to focus. “Tell me what to do next. How do I find my core, my center?” My hands graze down his front, cupping him through his pants, dragging up and down through the fabric.

“You, uh, I?—”

“How are you going to teach me if you can’t keep your cool?” I nearly yelp as he spins me around, cupping one hand under my breast, the other slipping down over my belly.

I slap his hand away.

“Not until you show me show me what I'm supposed to do.”

“Fine!” He all but shouts, and I have to stifle a laugh. “Okay.”

After a long, deep breath, he stills.

“Close your eyes. Focus on your breathing first.”

I inhale deeply, my chest swelling.

All the while, I can feel his eyes watching my peaked nipples rise and fall. I feel the flush of blood rush through me, blushing into my chest, my cheeks.

“Once you've calmed yourself, found a steady rhythm, you count down from ten, twenty, a hundred. Whatever. Finding your center is like creating a dome or a cube deep inside yourself, the place where you think thoughts that nobody else knows, that nobody else hears. The deepest part of your heart and mind.”

“I think I can see it…”

“Now imagine yourself there, in that space. It can be a forest, or a field, or whatever you want to imagine.”

“What is it for you?”

“For me? It's a blank slate. It's the place where I'm me . Nothing else exists. Total calm. Total quiet. I float like I'm in a sensory deprivation chamber. But it’s different for everyone.”

“So I need to find my happy place?” I chuckle.

“Yes, but seriously…”

I turn as I close my eyes, pressing my head against his chest, breathing deeply. Several breaths pass between us. I still feel him, but the room goes quiet. Everything around us disappears. The sounds of the birds outside, the wind in the trees, the hum of the refrigerator.

Silence envelops me.

Then I see the dance studio, but it’s how I would make it.

Endless mirrors. Sleek black floors.

My legs are crossed, sitting in the middle of the floor. Then I’m rising, flowing into motion,moving to music that I can’t really hear. It thumps in my chest, to the beat of my heart, the rhythm of my breath. After moving through one of my favorite routines, I suddenly snap back with a soft gasp.

“You did it. You disconnected.”

“I did. I couldn’t even feel you next to me for a second. That was incredible.”

“Keep practicing. It really helps with everything.” Tell smirks.

Yeah. Like my whole life being one massive explosion of danger.

I look up into Tell’s eyes, staring at him for a time, losing myself in his gaze. “Hey, come back to me…” I notice the distance there, the far off look.

Immediately, he snaps back, the side of his mouth curling in a little smile.

“Now, where were we?” I slip my fingers into the band of his pants, tugging lightly. With a sharp intake of breath, he tethers his fingers into my hair, lunging for my lips.

The taste of him is glorious, the feel of his lips and tongue on mine…

Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m backing him toward the couch, unbuttoning his pants. He trips up, falling back onto the cushy seat, and I drag his pants down, his boxers along with them, revealing him in all his lean, muscular glory.

“I've needed this. I've needed you.” I moan, straddling him and kissing him once more.

“I've missed you too. Sitting by your bed was hell…”

“You were here?”

“Yes. Every chance I got. Holding your hand. Asking you to come back to us.”

“I’m here now… and I want to make you come for me.”

I slide down onto my knees, gripping the column of his mouth watering shaft in both hands. Dropping my mouth over the crown of that amazing manhood, I tease him with my tongue, savoring the feeling of his soft, supple skin in my mouth.

He groans as I do so, gripping the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.

“Oh, my God. I want more, Hella.”

“Not yet. I’m not done. Let me take care of you,” I say, stroking him fully before dropping down over him, swallowing him to the hilt.

Then I go to work on him, gripping with one hand, working him up and down as I take him all the way to his balls, then sucking my way back up, pressing my tongue against him all the while, making him groan.

My other hand rakes along his thigh, raising goosebumps.

A hint of his sweet honey swells to the tip, and I lick it off, humming as I taste him. I can’t resist driving one hand down between my thighs as I take him into my throat again, slipping two fingers along my entrance, dragging them back to pinch the button of my sex.

I drive Tell deeper as I push my fingers into my entrance, arching my back in a rhythm, relaxing my gag reflex to take his dick as long and deep as I can before sliding back out.

Soon, he's slick and soaked, making my stroking fingers slip up and down rapidly, keeping him flexed and arching off the couch. His hands slip from my head, gripping the edge of the cushion, pushing down to drive himself again and again in sync with every gulp of his cock in my mouth.

I know he’s close, and I know he’s going to come hard and fast. I might just come with him at this rate.

“Oh, Hella, I’m gonna?—”

I nod, moaning my pleasure, begging him to let go.

His moaning increases to a loud cry as he throws his head back onto the back of the couch. Every buck of his hips drives his curved, magnificent length all the way down my throat, rough and hard. It’s everything I can do not to choke, but I love every second of it.

Even more so when he comes undone, shooting down my tongue, down my throat as I gulp down every ounce of him.

A small, shivering pre-climax flutters down my legs as I swallow, catching my breath.

He stills, shuddering as I drag my lips all the way back up to the tip, sucking every drop off him and licking my lips.

“My goddess, Hella. You’re?—”

“Amazing? I know. So, what’s next?”