At the Brink (40 page)

“What if this is it?” I braced my arms on the mattress. “What if this is the best my fucked-up brain can do?”

“It’s fine, more than fine,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like it that you left me. I hate that. But I came to get you because I want you, everything you’ve got, the good, the bad and the naughty.”

My gaze met hers. “The naughty, too?”

She caressed my face and nodded. “Yep.”

Her touch felt good, cool and fresh to my worries. “Lily, there’s stuff I can’t talk about.”

“I didn’t come here to talk.”

I was confused. “Then why did you come?”

“I want to fuck you,” she said.

“
You
want to fuck
me
?”

“Yes,” she said fiercely. “Now, without further delay.”

The corpsman’s shout was but a faint echo reaching from a great distance.
Dead man’s back!

She kissed me again but this time, her lips lingered on my mouth and her tongue warmed me thoroughly. She slid my jacket over my shoulders and, after taking it off, hurled it out of the way. She pressed against me, pushing me softly onto the bed. I backtracked on my elbows, scooting across the mattress. She followed, crawling over me, kissing me, straddling my hips and settling down on my erection.

“Christ, Lily,” I said. “For your own good...”

“You left me.” She rubbed herself against my hard-on. “All those months. You were gone.”

“I thought it would be better for you.”

“It wasn’t.” She lifted up my shirt and leaned over me, running the little tassels dangling from her breasts up and down my chest, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

“I... I tried to do the right thing.”

“But it was the wrong thing.”

“You’re making it very hard for me.”

“Good.” She pulled my shirt over my head.

“I seduced you and then I hurt you.”

She flashed a wicked grin. “Who seduced who?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Her fingers traced the chevron shaped scar below my ribs. After the doctors, no one else had ever touched that spot. I might have cringed and yet her touch felt natural to my body.

She sat back on my hips and fingered her little tassels. “You had these put on me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind them, Josh, I’m glad to wear them if you like them, but don’t you think I’ve been wearing them long enough?”

“Oh, hell, Lily, my head, it’s not on right, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” she said. “Take them off.”

“But—”

“Take. Them. Off.”

This new assertive Lily was irresistible. I sat up on my elbow and, clutching one of her breasts, massaged it softly.

“Hang on, sweet,” I whispered. “This might sting a little...”

I released the clamp and shoved her nipple into my mouth, suckling as hard as I could to soothe the sting. She flinched and hissed at the same time. Her nipple tightened, trapped between my palate and my tongue. It was such an incredible feeling to suckle her again, to connect to her body’s instant reactions. Moving swiftly, I tackled the other tassel. Before she had time to think about it, I had the clamp off and her other nipple in my mouth. She groaned.

Need rumbled through my body. I couldn’t stand much more of this. I’d fought for these long months to forget Lily and now here I was, back to ground zero.

“Off.” She tugged on the corset laces. “I need it off. Please, Josh, take it off.”

I reached behind Lily’s back and, after undoing the laces, peeled off the corset. I faced an astonishing find. The corset’s intricate embroidery had translated almost exactly onto Lily’s skin. The elegant designs were imprinted over Lily’s rib cage with incredible precision.

I traced the swirling vines on her skin, making her blood flow again, enjoying the familiar shape of her body.

“Feels good,” she whispered, now stripped of all her clothes, except for the fishnet hose and the heels. “Feels wonderful.”

Her mouth descended on my lips. Her tongue filled my mouth with her flavors. My heart drummed a joyous beat. I seized on those lips like an addict. She kissed me, working her way down my chin, over my neck, between my nipples and down my stomach.

I reached out and squeezed her plump ass. It was still blushed from Eva’s attentions. On the mirror’s reflection, my handprint lingered, white on red. Pulling her cheeks apart, I brought my hand around to fondle her properly. I watched in awe as she undid my pants and released my erection.

I gasped when her hands fisted around my cock. She rubbed it between her palms. She kissed my blunt tip and swallowed it in one gulp. I arched into her mouth, reaching all the way to the back of her throat. She bent over me, fucking me with her lips, until I was delirious with lust and she’d lowered my jeans all the way down to my knees.

That’s when I realized what she was doing.

“Lily?” I pulled out of her mouth and scooted away from her.

“I don’t care,” she said, reaching for my boots. “I don’t give a hoot about what’s there or not.” She tugged on my laces and took off one boot first, then the other. “Don’t expect any sympathy from me.” I watched as my socks came off. “I need you. Now. No excuses.”

With a final tug, my pants were off and I was naked.

Lily caressed my leg all the way down to my artificial limb. “It feels totally real,” she said. “It’s why I didn’t notice it before.”

She reached out for the release button.

I grabbed her hand. “That won’t be necessary.”

“Do you need it to fuck me?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“I didn’t think you would.” She kissed my knuckles and disentangled her hand from mine. “I think it might be better if we just make this part go faster. Yes?”

I inclined my head. My mouth was dry as a husk.

She pushed the button and removed the prosthesis along with the liner as if she’d done so a thousand times before.

I don’t think one ever gets used to the absence of a limb that by right and nature should be present. I hadn’t and probably never would. I held my breath. I’m not sure what I feared most, exposure, staring, examination, commentary. Lily indulged in none of those. She didn’t flinch or look away. She didn’t pretend to ignore the gruesome injury either. On the contrary, she stroked what remained of my leg, caressing the mangled flesh without balking.

It was a part of me that no one ever touched. She startled me when she kissed the surgically shaped stump, working her way up my knee and thigh as she reached out for my cock, which, after a momentary lull, hardened in her grip.

Then she seemed to forget about my missing foot. She scooted up and straddled me. Her lower back curled in and out while her pussy’s delicate folds slid against my cock. The faint, translucent trail of her juices marked her territory along my erection. The blood surged to my cock. I was beyond hard.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” With a swipe of her hips, she caught my cock. “Ooooh.” She exhaled, gliding all the way down to my balls.

I groaned, caught in a wave of pure pleasure.

“Now see?” She leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. “That wasn’t nearly so difficult, was it?”

It hadn’t been difficult at all.

I claimed her mouth and kissed her, releasing months of pent-up desire. I closed my eyes and groaned as she slowly swiveled her hips.

When I opened my eyes again, Lily swayed on top of me. Trapped beneath her sumptuous body, I was a man, not a half man, not a cripple, not a man used to wearing a cutting edge, lifelike artificial limb, but a well-enjoyed, urgently-needed, well-on-the-way-to-being a thoroughly-fucked and fuckable man.

I could barely think. Why had I ever objected to this?

Because I was a proud fool, a feebleminded idiot, a sick coward. I’d feared pity, pity I wasn’t going to get from the merciless vixen fucking my brains off. I’d been a slave of my old wounds and now I was free.

“Look at me.” She ground her hips over mine. “Yes, that’s good, keep up the eye contact. You have beautiful eyes, Josh, drinkable eyes, whisky eyes. I lied to you. A while back. I told you I had one condition.”

“What?” I was having trouble following.

“I have more than one condition,” she said, “so we don’t fuck this up again. And you’re going to have to agree to all of my conditions, if you want me back.”

If
I wanted her back? Jesus Christ, she had to know the answer to that.

“I like conditions,” I rasped. “I’m really good at conditions.”

She flashed her wickedest grin. “This is going to be hard, Josh.”

I throbbed inside her. “I can do hard.”

“Oh, yes, you do hard very well.” She swiveled on my lap, arching her back and displaying her beautiful neck while I groaned with pleasure as I cradled her breasts and thumbed her nipples.

“From now on, you’re going to have to sleep with me every night,” she said. “You’re not going to sleep in that monk’s cell you call a rack. You’re going to sleep in
my
bed, under
my
sheets, in
my
bedroom, which will become
our
bedroom.”

“Every night?” I mumbled, suckling her nipple.

“Every single night.” She gasped softly. “You’ll sleep with me, naked. You’ll bathe with me. You’ll swim with me. You’ll get naked whenever I want you naked, and you won’t give me any trouble about it.”

“But—”

“I need you,” she said. “And if you ever leave me again, so help me God, I will hunt you down and you’ll be missing the only part of your anatomy that I consider critical, vital and essential to my health. Got that?”

“Loud and clear.” I had to laugh.

“You’ll work nine to five if you wish.” She rode her way up and down my cock. “The rest of your schedule is mine. In fact, you’re on call.”

“On call?”

“On call,” she repeated. “As in drop everything you’re doing and come fuck me. I’m going to need you to get rid of any commitments that may interfere with your functions.”

“What functions?”

“This pussy’s functions.” She squeezed so hard I groaned.

“I’m time intensive,” she said. “I need a long term investment. I want to travel, I want to learn to scuba dive and ski and I want to spend time at the cove. I want to have a family. I want to put to good use the loads of come you’re going to put in me.”

“Children?” I stared dumbfounded. “With me?”

“With you.” She placed my hands on her hips. “Are you game?”

It wasn’t even a question. I was game for all her games. I was in awe of her courage, resilience and perseverance, of her sense of wonder, of the way she looked at the world, as if light could be fashioned from darkness. I was in awe of the way she’d bridged our worlds and learned my language.

She
wanted
me
. As a life companion. She didn’t care that I was screwed up, or incomplete, maimed or broken. She wanted a life with
me
and no one else. She wanted my children. I couldn’t have felt more accomplished if I had just cashed in on a billion dollar option.

“I can do that.” I took charge of her hips and pressed her down on my cock. “I can start loading you up this very minute if you’d like.”

“Not so fast,” she said, expelling me swiftly. “I want to learn much more and you’re going to teach me.”

“I can do that as well.” I groped for her hips, found my mark and impaled her right back on my cock. “Just as long as my cock is deep in you.”

“Ooooh.”

“You like that, don’t you sweet?” I said, adjusting her knees.

“I do.” She pressed her belly against mine and mumbled between kisses. “You need to push the edge? I’m your girl. I get grumpy if I’m not fucked, rain or shine. And don’t think you’ll get off easy with some plain vanilla sex, no way.”

“No vanilla sex unless you beg for it,” I said, plying hard into her.

Her face was flushed. Her lips were inflamed from my mouth’s attentions. Her breasts waggled with the force of my thrusts and her swollen nipples trailed random lines on my chest.

“One last question.” She whimpered, her voice shaking, her whole body bounding from my cock’s recoil. “Are you sure you want me back?”

I heard the fear in her question, the suffering of the last few months, the PTSD in her voice. I moved so fast that Lily never had a chance. In one smooth turn, I flipped her on her back and trapped her beneath me.

“Yes, sweet, I want you back.” I pinned her wrists above her head and, clicking the cuffs together, fastened her hands to the bed post. “I can give you what you need.” I knelt between her legs and rested my cock on her belly. “But you’re going to have to accept the gift I sent to your place earlier today.”

“A gift?” she said. “What is it?”

“It’s called
Child’s Play
and it belongs to you.”

She froze beneath me. “
Child’s Play
,” she whispered. “Oh, my God, Josh. You didn’t!”

“I did, Lily, and now it’s yours forever,” I said. “But don’t you dare close your legs on me, sweet. Surely you remember how much I like it when you give me your all?”

I sat back between the widening span of Lily’s legs and watched as her blush deepened and her knees retreated like the sumptuous curtains of some magnificent theater.

“Gorgeous.” I rubbed her clit with my cock’s swollen head. “Say yes, to the painting, to me.”

“Oh, God, Josh. Yes!” She closed her eyes and, heaving quietly, surrendered to me, allowing me total freedom, trusting my touch, trusting me.

Christ but she was beautiful. I tilted her hips and pressed my cock against her. Her mouth widened as I worked in my bulk. She rolled her ass and wound her hips, the most gifted pleasure giver in the history of civilization. I relished the feel of her body tightening around me and fondled her until she cried out my name.

“My sweet, precious little fuck,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

“Josh,” she rasped. “Josh, please?”

“Are you ready?” I worked my entire length in and out of her, relishing the chance to pleasure the woman I cherished and enjoying the sight of this perfectly lovely girl who became an erotic goddess entrenched on my dick.

“Yes,” she said, heaving. “Yes!”