Sweet Hope (Sweet Home #4) (14 page)

As Elpi’s warm breath drifted down my neck, he stepped back, taking me from against the wall. Turning me round, his cock still deep inside me, my thighs still wrapped around his waist, he walked slowly across the room. As we moved, I couldn’t resist smiling and pushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Flashing me a quick glance, his dark eyes shined with warmth at my gesture, and his mouth twitched.

He’d liked me touching him this way.

Suddenly finding us across the room, Elpi lowered me down to a soft bed underneath ceiling-to-floor length windows, which showcased a picturesque view of the Sound.

This view of the Sound could not hold a candle to the man hovering over me as I lay on perfectly straightened white sheets. He stared down at me for several seconds before leaning down and pressing his mouth against mine, his hips finally moving as he slid from inside me.

Taking hold of my wrists, without breaking from my lips, he wrapped each one of my arms behind his neck, his lips languorously caressing mine.

Feeling a heady wave of emotion swelling in my chest at that unexpected act, I ran my fingertips along his neck, finding the path of the long jagged scar.

Dismissing the questions forming in my mind about how he came by such a horrific injury, I melted into his hold, basking in the afterglow of our love making… enjoying the simple pleasure of lying here, my lips fused to the man who had affected me like no other.

She tasted of mint.

She smelled of Jasmine.

She’d drilled through to my fucking soul… the tainted soul I never ever wanted anyone to see.

Aliyana’s hot tongue fought against mine, her hands dragging lazily up and down my back. But I didn’t want lazy. I wanted her squirming under me. I wanted her screaming my name, clawing at my back, bringing me back to fucking life after five years of nothing but my own fucked-up heart for company… after years of nothing but numbness.

Grinding my hips against her wet pussy, I ate her moans filling my mouth. Suddenly, I rolled us over until Aliyana was straddling my waist, her hooded glazed eyes and her swollen mouth parting as she stared down at me. Taking a fresh towel from beside my bed, I ran it between her legs, removing any evidence of me from within her, loving how her face flushed at the action.

I’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in all my life as her straddling my waist. Her tits were the perfect size for my hands, and I lifted my hands to feel them against my rough palms. Aliyana rolled her head back and moaned, my cock hardening again as it pushed against her round firm ass.

I needed to taste her. Needed to feel her wet cunt against my tongue.

In less than a second, I gripped Aliyana’s thighs, and with one pull, I used my strength to drag her up over my chest and cover my face. Gripping her thighs tightly, I smashed her pussy to my mouth. My tongue immediately plunged into her hole, only withdrawing to find her swollen clit and I sucked it into my mouth.

“
Fuck!
Elpi!” Aliyana screamed. I looked up in time to see her palms slap against the white wall behind the bed as her hips began to rock against my tongue, her thighs tightening with my every lick and suck.

Feeling my cock harder than before, I groaned, really fucking needing it to be touched. Glancing back at my hips grinding up against thin air, Aliyana’s flushed face stared back at mine. She pushed her hands off the wall and whispered, “Let me turn round.”

Too busy eating at her pussy, her taste addicting, I didn’t move. But as my eyes closed, I felt a finger run softly across my forehead, causing them to snap back open.

Aliyana’s beautiful face met my eyes, her tongue running along her pink lips. Her breathing hitched as I pulled on a long suck of her clit. Aliyana gave out a long moan and I felt her clit pulsing against the flatness of my tongue.

“Elpi… please… I want to taste you too… I want your cock in my mouth as you lick me. I want you to come in my throat as I come down yours.”

Fuck. Hearing those words slip from her perfect fucking mouth had my dick jerking, reaching and straining, for the feel of lips surrounding its tip.

Not wanting to miss a beat, I released my iron grasp on her thighs and, lifting her hips, using all the strength in my arms, swung her round by her waist to sit back on my face. Gripping the smooth cheeks of her ass and finding her slit scalding hot, I crushed my mouth against it and pushed my thumb inside.

Aliyana’s tits pressed against my abs, and I grunted loudly as her soft hands wrapped around the base of my cock. On a moan, Aliyana took the tip of my dick in her hot mouth, taking me in as far as she could.

The feel of her mouth sucking at my cock almost undid me, pressure already building in my balls as Aliyana cupped them in her palm.

My tongue worked faster at her clit, keeping time with her tongue moving up and down my dick. Wanting to hear her screaming out my name, I plunged another finger into her pussy.

Aliyana moaned, her thighs spreading farther apart at my shoulders, mashing her cunt to my face as far as it could go.

All I could taste was her.

All I could think of was her naked body, her gaze not seeing a loser ex-con below her, but the
real
me…

Aliyana’s head suddenly lowered and the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat. At the feel of her hands tightening on my sac, pre-cum leaked into her mouth, Aliyana groaning as she swallowed it down.

I was gonna come. Her making noises like that guaranteed I was gonna come... hard.

I could feel heat building, the dull ache creeping up my thighs. Needing her to come too, I worked my tongue harder against her clit and crooked my fingers in her pussy.

Aliyana jerked against my face and released a scream. Her thighs tightened and her hips rocked furiously against my face as my fingers plunged back and forth.

Her hand, that was wrapped around the base of my cock, pumped me faster. Her palm was slick against my hot skin as her tongue lapped at my tip.

As her lips engulfed my dick, she gave one last suck, and I roared against her clit, feeling my cum shoot into her mouth. Aliyana moaned around my cock, her pussy tightening as it contracted around my fingers.

I drank at her pussy, swallowing down her taste, as Aliyana lapped her gentle tongue up and down my dick.

I collapsed back against the pillow and I pulled my fingers out from her pussy. Our heavy breathing seemed to fill up every inch of the studio, my large speakers crackling from the lack of music being played from my still connected phone.

With a satisfied sigh, Aliyana slumped to press her cheek on the inside of my right thigh.

For a few minutes, as I stared at the ceiling, I allowed myself to enjoy this moment. I didn’t let the pain of my past slam into my chest. I didn’t let my mamma’s gaunt face haunt my mind or Levi’s hatred of me twist my stomach… I lay here, still tasting Aliyana on my tongue, smelling her Jasmine scent on my damp skin, enjoying the feel of her warm slow breath flowing over my leg.

She was fucking perfection.

She was light. A blazing golden light. When you’re locked in perpetual darkness, you’ll do anything to fucking chase that light.

La mia luce…

Minutes passed and neither of us spoke. But a strange urge pumped through my blood… I wanted to look into her eyes. I wanted to see those dimples pop on her cheeks as she looked up at me through her stupidly long lashes, a huge blinding smile on her mouth. And for the first time ever, I wanted somebody to be in my arms… No, I wanted
her
in my arms.

I wanted this chick to move up the bed and just fucking
be
in my arms.

Acting on impulse, I sat up, leaned forward and tucked my arm under Aliyana’s flat stomach. I pulled her backward, positioning her to lie beside me.

I smiled at Aliyana gasping in shock as I moved her sleepy body to lie beside me. Then my heart exploded in my chest as a shy blush dusted her cheeks as I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her to lie half across my chest.

I stared upward, feeling disturbed by how much I liked her hand pressed flat over my chest. My body froze at being this close to a woman. But my fingers clutched a thin strand of Aliyana’s long hair, rolling the softness between my thumb and index finger.

More minutes passed in silence and I thought she’d fallen asleep. With my free hand, I reached out to my side table and picked up my smokes. Placing a Marlboro Red in my mouth, I lit up the stick and inhaled, blowing out the smoke through my nose. As I was about to take another drag, a finger tiptoed over my beard and guided me to look to my right… straight into Aliyana’s doting doe eyes.

Fuck. How was it possible that a pair of eyes could tell you so much? How was it possible that a pair of dark eyes could bring me to my fucking knees with one glance?

“Hey,” she said, her cheeks blushing.

Taking another drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs, I ran my fingers along the soft naked skin of her shoulder. “Mm…” I grunted gruffly.

Her eyes flitted down, then blinked back up at me. “I didn’t expect this would happen when I came by tonight.” Her blush intensified and I realized she was nervous. Nervous of my rejection.

Aliyana’s hand ran down my sternum, down over my abs, and paused, before stroking back and forth on my lower stomach just above my dick. My muscles tensed at the feeling and Aliyana smiled up at me, then pressed a single kiss to my pec.

Balancing my smoke on my lower lip, I put my palm on her cheek and said, “Never did either.” Aliyana pursed her lips, her eyes widening with hurt, when I added, “But I’m sure fucking glad it did.”

Aliyana smiled wide, her white teeth sparkling. Then she did the impossible… She made me laugh, that one happy damn grin of hers made me fucking laugh. It wasn’t a lot, one grunt that could barely even pass as a laugh, but she brought it out of me. Somehow, she could bring a shit ton of emotion outta me.

Aliyana leaned up on her elbow, her tits pushing against my bicep. Taking the smoke from my mouth, she took a drag herself. And yeah, her smoking? Nothing fucking hotter than seeing those full lips wrapped round the cherry.

As she placed the smoke back between my lips and lay back on my chest, I took another drag and, exhaling, asked, “You smoke?”

She shook her head. “Not really. Only occasionally when I have a drink.” She tipped up her chin. “Or when I’ve had sex.”

I knew she was joking, but a fucking insane wave of jealousy swept through me, and I bit out, “You fuck a lot of guys?”

Aliyana’s head drew back as if I’d struck her, but I couldn’t help it. The thought of her with another guy had me spinning.

“No, I don’t!” she hissed. “Do you fuck a lot of girls?”

Feeling the tight coil begin to unwind in my gut, I tossed my still lit smoke on the floor and replied, “Not in years.”

Aliyana’s mouth dropped open and her lashes fluttered in shock. “You haven’t been with anyone in
years
?”

I didn’t answer her question, but my mouth tightened and my eyes narrowed.

Aliyana wasn’t deterred. Inching closer, putting her palm on my cheek, she asked, “Why? Why haven’t you been with anyone for so long? I don’t doubt you could get some serious interest.”

I shook my head, telling her without words that we weren’t going there, and releasing my arm from round her shoulder, I sat up, dragging my hand down my face.

This conversation was getting way too close to things I didn’t ever want to talk about with her.

I heard Aliyana sigh in defeat from behind me, then I felt her cheek press against my back. I closed my eyes and breathed. I more than liked the feel of her touch.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” she whispered. I felt the pain in her voice slice through my heart. “I wouldn't tell another soul anything you revealed.”

Dropping my head and finally losing the wall I kept around me at all times, I whispered back, “‘Cause I really can’t fucking stand the thought of you hating me.”

Aliyana rolled her cheek until her forehead pressed against my shoulder blade. “I could never hate you.”

“You
could
and you
would
if you knew the fucked-up shit I’ve done.”

She didn’t respond for several seconds, but then her arms slid around my waist and pulled me down to the bed. Flattening me to the mattress, hands on my shoulders, she straddled my waist, leaned down, and pressed her lips to mine. But the kiss was softer this time; she wasn’t letting me take her mouth aggressively like I had every time we’d kissed before… No, this chick was determined to make me
feel,
dredging up shit I’d buried down deep.

Breaking from the kiss, Aliyana put her hands on my cheeks and said, “You are worth your weight in gold, Elpi. You
are
someone, someone real special.”

My nostrils flared as I fought back a lump clogging up my throat. She had no fucking idea how much that meant to me. She was dead wrong. But still, those words fucking pierced me.

Shifting her legs off my waist, Aliyana jumped off the bed and wrapped a bed sheet around her chest. I didn’t move from my place on the bed, choosing to watch her as she walked about the room. Her inquisitive eyes drank in every part of my studio: my tool station, the area where I molded the clay templates of my sculptures, the desk that normally held my sketches… and finally, her eyes fixed on my current work in progress.

My stomach clenched as I watched her cautiously approach the nearly finished piece, her experienced curator eyes assessing every inch of it. And I saw every single emotion slide across her gaze: excitement, curiosity… then sadness, real gutting sadness.

As Aliyana circled the sculpture, she stopped when she reached the front, and I noted her mouth dropping open as the full effect of the sculpture came into view. Her eyes filled with water and she stepped closer to the finished young boy unsteadily holding a gun in his tiny hands, his unnaturally wide eyes crying blood and bullets. Then I watched as her gaze traveled to the twenty-something man behind him, holding the little boy’s gun arm steady, pushing him to fire.

The marble man wasn’t finished yet. His face wasn’t yet carved. I hadn’t quite brought myself to add his features.
My
features on that fucking guy I didn’t recognize as me no more, forcing his baby brother to kill…

I tensed, waiting for the damn storm of questions Aliyana would no doubt ask about its inspiration, but to my surprise, she simply wiped her eyes, not once glancing my way.  Instead she moved to the far side of the room, to the big-ass piano Vin had sitting in here.