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A ringing echoes through Ransom’s ears, waking him up. He grumbles softly, flipping over onto his stomach. The ringing comes back and Ransom lifts his head, realizing it’s his doorbell. He curses softly and digs his head under his pillow.
The doorbell rings again and he covers his head with his blanket. It rings again, and again, and again . He curses and stumbles out of bed, trapped by his blanket and goes down stairs, brushing his hair back.
He opens the door and squints as the light blinds him, Harlan stands before him, bundled up in a coat, topped off with a scarf. Ransom closes the door and Harlan opens it again, walking in. He shrugs off his coat and scarf as Ransom goes to the kitchen, pouring himself a healthy glass of scotch.
Harlan sits at the island in his kitchen and taps his fingers on the marble countertops. Ransom leans against it, taking a sip of his drink.
“Can I be frank with you?” Harlan says, breaking the silence.
Ransom swishes around his drink, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. “Isn’t our bloodline always?”
“If this girl, this woman, means so much to you, tell her.”
Ransom sighs, rubbing a hand along his stubble covered face. He’d forgone shaving after he’d seen you. Seeing you with Nick. He couped himself up in his house, sleeping the last weeks away.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why not? Call her and tell her.”
Ransom shakes his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve done things, bad things to her. I—” He sighs.
Harlan reaches out a hand, patting Ransom’s shoulder. He comes around and sighs, pouring himself a glass of milk. Harlan takes a sip and turns to Ransom.
“What could you have done that’s so terrible?”
Ransom stares down at the cup in his hands and frowns. Harlan furrows his brow and looks at Ransom.
“Ransom?” Harlan’s voice is laced with concern.
Ransom lets out a shivering breath and turns to Harlan. Harlan takes a seat at the island again, patting the one beside him. Ransom sits and feels his heart in his throat.
“Harlan—” Ransom’s voice cracks and he clears his throat.
“Hugh.”
He looks at Harlan and feels his chest begin to implode. He licks his lips, turning back to the scotch. He takes the rest of the cup back and exhales.
“Can you promise me that what I tell you won’t—won’t change what you think of me? Or change—”
“Nothing can do that, my boy.” Harlan pats Ransom’s back and pets his head. “I would never hate you. No matter what it is you’ve done.”
Ransom keeps his eyes on his empty glass and moves around the ice. “The way she and I met, it—it’s complicated. I was at a bar, a nightclub and I was leaving.”
Ransom closes his eyes, taking a breath. “She was getting barked at by some guys and I—I helped her. Brought her home and I was drunk, she was…not as much.” Ransom pauses, swallowing, “and I—I…”
“ Oh .” Harlan breathes out. He moves his hand from Ransom’s shoulder, where it layed and rubs his own leg. He breathes out and swallows.
Ransom frowns, eyebrows set deep and drops his head.
“Hugh…”
“I wish I could take it back! I do! I wish I could do it over again. If I’d known—known what I know now, if I had the chance, I’d do it all over again. Believe me, Harlan, I would!” Ransom’s in tears at this point, as they coat his cheeks, collecting at his chin. He hiccups and shakes his head.
Harlan sighs.
“Has it happened more than once? Have you bedded her more than once?”
Ransom nods, staring at his drink.
“Consensually or not?”
“Both.” Ransom whispers.
“Jesus.” He sighs, smacking his lips. “Do you know if she’s told anyone? Her parents?”
Ransom shakes his head. He can’t imagine you openly telling someone, in a moment of vulnerability or not. He knows it’s something you’d take to your grave. The way it’s something he’ll take to his own. Harlan sighs and brushes Ransom’s hair back.
“It’s ok. It’ll all be ok.”
He turns to Harlan. “I want to make it right. I need to make things right.”
Harlan nods. “Ok, tell me everything I need to know.”
—
Harlan scratches at the back of his head as Ransom sits on his couch. He’s puked 4 times in the last 2 hours and feels his left lung churn again.
“Ok, expect your check by Monday. Good day.” Harlan ends a phone call. “Ok, this is what we’ve got so far.” He prints out a fax sent by is PI and reads it off to Ransom.
He says the basics about you; name, date of birth, place of birth. “Um, let’s see. Comes from the depths of dirt on the west coast. Father died in a car accident when she was 7. She started working at her uncle’s restaurant by then, illegally. Mostly cleaning dishes, also prepping drinks…” Ransom arches a brow and Harlan shrugs.
“When she was 12 her mother died, complications from brain cancer. She was moved to her uncle’s and aunt’s, from the father’s side.” He pauses, frowning. “They weren’t the nicest. Has a record with CPS and applied for emancipation at 14. Moved to New York with a friend’s family, where she studied until she turned 17, graduating early and moving to Massachusetts, to study at Harvard.”
He raises a brow, looking at Ransom, with a small smile. “Brilliant girl.”
Ransom nods and sighs. “What about the guy. Nick the Dick.” He scowls.
“Everything you had before checked out. Cookie cutter.”
Ransom frowns. Harlan sighs and sits beside Ransom. “The thing that doesn’t make sense to me is, why hasn’t she said anything?”
“Perhaps she’s afraid. Most likely can’t afford a lawyer. Doesn’t have much evidence. The basics, Ransom.”
“I feel wrong.”
“Well, I assume you should, you—”
“No, I feel wrong. I feel like—I need to protect her. Like, whenever she smiles at me I feel—I feel… that’s just it; I feel. She brought something to me, perhaps it was just her. She awakened something in me. She makes me—” He sighs, dropping his head to his hands. “I wish I could tell her, tell her what she does, how it feels, how it scares the shit out of me, this icky floaty feeling, this—” He sighs.
Harlan lets out a soft chuckle. Ransom looks up and furrows his brow. “Does my misery amuse you?”
“That’s not misery, my boy.”
Ransom turns to Harlan, brows furrowed. He wipes at his nose and sniffles. “Then what? Death?”
Harlan chuckles and shakes his head with a smile. “You’re in love.”
Ransom blinks and swallows. He feels his heart thud in his chest, and takes in a shaky breath. His heart, the thing you brought to life, the torch to the dark cavity of his ribs, the empty space between his lungs, now ignited, a full on wildfire in the middle of a forest—clenches and he smiles.
In love. Hugh Ransom Drysdale is in love.
You wake up, stretching against your sheets. Nick is behind you, kissing your neck and cheek. You whine and he splays a hand against your lower tummy. He lets his fingers play at the waistband of your sweats. You wiggle against him and he hums softly.
“Morning, darling.”
“Morning.” You smile.
He turns you around, bringing you to his chest. He kisses you as you blush and giggle, still half asleep. He hums against your lips. You bring your hand to his hair and he brings his to your ass. You involuntarily rut against him and whine.
Nick tugs at your sweats and pulls them down your legs. He frees your legs and slots himself between them. He leans down to kiss you and you smile. Your hands go to his shirt and you pull it off of him. His own go to your— his— shirt and pulls it off.
“God. You’re beautiful.”
You blush and squirm under him. He brings your legs to his shoulders and kisses the bend of your knee. Your breathing picks up pace and he shushes you.
“It’s ok, doll. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
You nod and bite your lip at him. He smirks and tugs at your panties. You lift your hips, helping him shed them off. He hums appreciatively and you blush.
“Such a pretty little doll.”
You whimper as he slides down between your legs and kisses your stomach. You bring your hands into his hair as he litters your skin with tiny pecks. You writhe under him and he nudges your thighs apart.
He keeps them pressed to the bed and kisses your inner thighs. You wiggle a little and he hums, rubbing his stubble covered cheek against your thigh. He inches his face closer, licking a quick cut against your clit. You tense and try to close your legs around his head.
He looks up at you from between your legs and you feel his eyes burn you. He gently slicks up two fingers with your fold and slides them into your cunt. He curls them and you gasp out to the ceiling. Your hands brush back his hair and he hums, eyes slipping closed.
Nick is a passionate lover. Putting your needs before his own, careful, understanding. He makes sure you’re taken care of, at least twice before even fucking you.
He speeds up his fingers and you whine, arching off the bed to his mouth.
“Nick!”
He pulls back, kissing your thigh, “That’s it, baby.”
He curls his fingers in a sinfully, perfect way and keeps an arm over your hips as he devours you. You tug at his hair, scratching your nails over his scalp and shoulders. Your stomach tightens and you let out your telltale gasp. He hums against your, eyes locked on your own and your thighs shake around him.
He holds you through it, licks slowing down as his fingers gently rub against you. It leaves you like a puddle on the sheets. He pulls back, wiping his mouth and looks at you with a smile and hums, leaning over to kiss your forehead.
“Did so good for me, baby.”
You wiggle out into the sheets and he cuddles you close. You press back on him and he shakes his head, fitting it into your neck.
“Next time, baby.”
You pout and turn to him, blinking with puppy dog eyes. He chuckles and kisses you. You don’t lose your pout and he hums, “I’ve got class in 10 minutes. Not enough time.”
You blink and giggle, turning over to curl into his chest. He tucks you in, making sure to shield you from the early February cold.
You feel content, snuggled into Nick’s side in his bed, fucked out and sleepy. After 5 minutes, he slips from the bed, kissing your forehead, making sure you’re kept shielded and walks to the bathroom.
You watch, blinking sleepily as his muscles shift under his skin. His back, his arms— god his arms , they’re like logs, fishing you back to him whenever you squirm a little too far at night. When he’s taking you on your side, nipping at the back of your neck, leaving you shaking on his cock.
You blink and notice him standing in the doorway, he’s got a small smirk and raises a brow. “What’s going on in that little mind of yours?”
“Nothing.” You blush.
He comes over, in a pair of briefs, still rock hard and slips a hand under the covers and taps your thigh. You spread yourself open and he hums with a small smirk.
“Naughty girl.”
You pout, whining softly, “Don’t blame me, it’s your fault.”
“How bout we do something about this? Huh?”
You blink up at him.
“Class can wait.” He winks, shoving the covers aside as you squeal under him.
—
Ransom parks his car at the cafe’s lot, Harlan steps out and fixes his scarf around his neck. Ransom steps out and ushers Harlan inside. They walk in and Ransom scans the cafe, hoping to see you. His heart becomes a heavy lump when he doesn’t. He sighs as Harlan goes to order a latte and a chocolate croissant.
“Shouldn’t you be watching your sugar?”
“Shouldn’t you be watching for your girl?”
Ransom rolls his eyes, huffing and turns to the door, back to the counter. He stares at his shoes, “I told you she isn’t mine. Not anymore.”
Harlan frowns, patting Ransom’s shoulder. “We’ll see.”
Ransom shakes his head and the cafe’s bell rings. He looks up and there you stand; bag strap in your hand, snow caught in your hair, dressed in a brown little skirt and a white sleeved top with a coat over your shoulders.
You stop at the door, blinking at him. He stays there, glued to the counter, jaw slack. Harlan looks at Ransom and turns around to see you. His eyebrows raise and he tilts his head slightly. “She’s pretty.”
You’re knocked forward by a group of girls who rush up the register, eyeing Ransom, biting their lips. He takes a step closer and you take a step closer, blinking up at him, doe-eyed.
“Hi.” Ransom whispers.
“Hi.” You squeak, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
Harlan smiles from the counter and turns when his order is called. You blush and Ransom smiles at you, and you raise your head, looking at him. He clenches a hand at his side, which he wishes he could touch you with.
You look at his balled hand and up at him. You drop your head a little and he takes a step closer to you. “Can we talk?”
You sigh. “About what?”
“Us?”
“There isn’t an ‘us’.” You shrug, moving around him to the register. He follows you, standing beside you and pleads in a hushed voice, “Just 10 minutes, please.”
You sigh and turn to him, searching his eyes. There’s a slight sparkle you can’t deny looks beautiful in his blue eyes, and bite your lip, weighing your options. You slowly nod and order your frappuccino. He lets out a breath of relief and you nudge him away, putting a tip in the jar.
“10 minutes, then I walk out.”
He nods and looks to Harlan, the man turns his head, whistling softly and looking up at the ceiling. You grab your drink and sit at your usual table, Ransom sits in front of you. Harlan takes the chair behind Ransom, at a different table.
You take a sip of your drink and look at Ransom expectantly. He stares down at your cup and sighs. “I want—need to say I’m sorry.”
It takes you aback, you look up and blink at him. He licks his lips and looks up at you. He leans forward, voice dropping down, “I need to say I’m sorry for what I’ve done. For all of it. For doing things the way I did. For—treating you the way I did, for…taking you…the way I did.” He swallows, throat closing up. You stare at him, the line between your eyebrows deep.
“You have to believe me when I say that I feel horrible for what I’ve done, it’s been eating at me for weeks. I can’t—I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I just…” He cuts himself off with a sigh. He takes a shaky breath and his left hand twitches. “I’m sorry. And I know that saying that won’t do much, because it’s far too late, but I needed you to hear it. I understand if you walk out and never talk to me again, hating me for the rest of your life, but I needed to say it. Because I—” He looks up at you, with tears in your eyes that mirror his own. You look in his eyes and turn away when the weight of his gaze begins to crush you.
He swallows and sighs, wiping at his cheek. You stare out the window for a moment before speaking softly, “I don’t hate you, Ransom.” He turns to you, blinking. You turn to him and shrug. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”
“But?”
“But, I don’t believe you.”
His chest lurches and he sighs, as you give him a soft smile. “I believe that someday you could truly find it in yourself to be remorseful for what you’ve done, but now, this, isn’t that day.” You grab your bag, sling it over your shoulder and go to stand, he grabs your wrist at the last second, his hold gentle.
He takes a breath and blinks before looking up at you. “I love you.”
You sigh and draw your arm back, shaking your head. “No, you don’t. You can never love someone like me, Ransom. You want a passive girl, one who’ll listen to your orders, one who…who,” You pause, “One who knows how to please a man. One who’s pretty, one who you can take to parties and clubs and not have to sneak around like some sin .”
You sigh and look at him. “I’m never going to be that girl, Ransom.” He looks up at you and you shake your head, “Goodbye, Ransom.”
Ransom rushes out of his chair and grabs you hand, “Wait, please.”
“I have to go. My class is starting.”
“Please, let me just—”
You pull your hand from his grip, shaking your head and he sighs, going to speak. “No.” You say, turning away and walking out of the cafe. Harlan comes and Ransome shakes his head, handing him the keys.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting my girl.”
Harlan blinks as a small smirk grows on his face. Ransom turns, running after you into your dorm building. He runs up the stairs, and makes it up to the 5th floor, huffing as he runs to your room. He presses his hand on the door as you go to close it and you turn to him with wide eyes.
“Ransom?”
He shakes his head and swallows, panting. “I can’t, I won’t let it end like this.”
You back away into your room, hitting your table and he stays at the door’s threshold. You blink, tears still on your eyelashes and shake your head. “Ransom, I’m with Nick, I—”
“Do you love him?” He pants, face flushed from running. “Say you love him, truly love him and I’ll walk away right now. I’ll never talk to you again. I won’t ever bother you, if you’re walking my way I’ll turn around, I swear. Just tell me; do you love him?”
You whine as your tears come back and you grow angry at yourself. You look away from Ransom and bring your coat further around yourself. He calls out to you.
“Do you love him?”
“This isn’t fair!” You tell him, brows furrowed. You take a step forward and shake your head. “You can’t do this to me! You do this every time!” You ball your hands into fists, thumb’s knuckles popping. “You come to play with your toy, get your fill for the next 3 weeks and then leave.” You push at his chest with your palms. You sniffle as your tears burn like molten lava.
He goes to pick up your hand and you slap his chest. “Don’t!”
He nods and leaves his hand at his side. “I’m sorry, I am. I know I fucked up, I know that .”
“You can’t expect me to take ‘sorry’ every time you fuck up, Ransom.” You sniffle, shaking your head. “You can’t expect me to just live being a little toy you hide away from the world, a toy you bring out at night, when all your other ones have broken.”
You sob out and turn away from him, taking off your coat when the heat of the room becomes too much. You wipe at your cheeks, mascara ruined and he frowns, his heart clenching sporadically for him to comfort you.
You let out a sniffle-filled laugh and shake your head. “You can’t expect me to wait here and love you, wondering when the hell you’re going to ever actually care about someone!”
He blinks at you as you stare up at him, a small smile forming on his face. “Oh! I knew you were an asshole!” You go to slap his chest and he catches your wrist. “You love me.” He whispers and your eyes go wide. You push at his chest and fix your skirt. “N-No, I don’t.”
He takes half a step closer and you blush, squirming back. You shake your head and his smile grows, you fiddle with the sleeves of your top and tuck your hair back, wiping at your cheeks. “I don’t.”
“You love me.”
“Ransom—”
He steps closer, gently putting a hand on your waist, bringing you to him. Your hands go to his chest. “You love me.” You shake your head and he leans in a little, whispering, “You love me.” You squirm in his hold and he moves closer, lips a hair apart. “You love me.” He rumbles, looking down at your lips, then up to your eyes. You do the same, blushing deeper. “Ran—”
He cuts you off by leaning in and stealing your lips in a kiss. You whine as goosebumps cover you from head to toe. Your hands fist the blue sweater he wears and his hands go down to your ass. You lean up on your tippy-toes, hands going into his hair. He bends you backwards, going down and pressing you to your table. You press your legs closer together, as he kisses down the column of your throat.
He drags his teeth against your skin and you whine, arching into him. He runs his hands gently along your sides, sucking a soft bruise to your neck. You shiver and let out a tiny mewl. His knee slits between your thighs and you close your legs tighter. He hums softly against your neck. You nails scratch down his scalp and he groans.
He pulls back, letting your throat go with a loud, wet pop . You blush and turn away from him, closing your eyes. He brushes the back of his index finger to your cheek and hums, “What’s wrong?”
“This is wrong…” You shake your head, looking at him. “I’m with Nick, Ransom.”
“Do you love him?”
You look at Ransom and sigh, tears welling in your eyes. Ransom shushes you, petting your hair and you turn into his hand. You whine and squirm under him, arms coming around his neck.
“It’s you. I love you, Ransom.”
He swears his heart leaps out of his chest, flies around the room and slams right back into his ribs.
“I love you, princess.”
You smile up at him with tears in your eyes and he kisses you. Hard and passionate, holding you to him and he lifts you, taking you to bed. You wrap your legs around him and he gently grinds down on you.
You lay on the bed, panting softly and bring a hand to his jaw, running your thumb along the fuzz covering it, Ransom turns his head to kiss your palm.
“You didn’t shave.”
“Do you want me to?”
You shake your head, bringing him into a kiss. He moans at the taste of mocha on your lips.
You tug at his sweater and he squares his knees and pulls it over his head. He drops it on the bed and you run your hands over his arms and down his chest, down to his abs. He picks up your palm, laying it over his heart and you look up at him. He pants softly, chest moving under your palm.
You drown out the rest of the world, feeling the warmth of his skin, the thud beneath your fingers; his heart .
You look up at him and he swallows. “You do that, you do that.”
You feel your breath catch in your throat and smile, bringing him down into a kiss, arching into him. He holds your back and you nudge him until he rolls over. He holds your hips, as you blink down at him. Your face heats up, he smiles and cups your cheek, you tilt your head into his hand. He brushes his thumb along your skin and hooks it into your mouth. You press a kiss to his thumb before sucking it into your mouth.
He gently thrusts upwards, hissing softly at the press of your teeth to his finger. He brings you into a kiss and slides his hands under your top, running his hands along your back. He licks into your mouth, and you press your tongue to his, timid. He pulls back, a line of spit linking your mouths together. He tugs at your top and looks at you. You cross your arms, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. He takes a breath and leans back a bit, looking at you, actually looking at you.
You nervously cross your arms over your tummy, turning away with a whine. He brings his hands to your wrists and keeps his eyes on yours as he pulls them away. He rests your hands on your lap and looks down at your stomach. Your abs are still just barely protruding from your skin, stomach flat and he runs his hands up your sides, thumbs carrying the weight of our breasts. Heavy and big, warm and soft in his palms. He thumbs your nipples and you shiver away, whining softly.
He leans forward, kissing you and down your neck, sucking a bruise to your collarbone and moves down to your tits. He takes one into his mouth and sucks. Your hands come up to his hair, scratching his scalp. He moans softly, eyes slipping closed as he lavishes your tits with his tongue. He goes to the other, sucking and nipping softly. You jump away when he does, whining.
He looks up at you, and you blush, turning away. He pulls off and coos softly, kissing your cheek and tugs at your skirt. You go to move off him and he shakes his head. He reaches between you two and you hear a slight tearing behind you.
You look down not seeing anything torn and he runs his fingers along your folds. You shoot straight up, a moan sliding off your tongue. He smirks and chuckles, kissing your jaw. You ring your arms around his neck and he hums softly. He rubs his thumb against your clit and your thighs shake around his hand.
“That ok?”
“Feels so good.”
He smiles, nuzzling into your neck. You tighten your hold on him and gasp out to the ceiling. The door slams shut and you jump, clutching Ransom closer. He looks over your side and rolls you onto the bed, going up to the door.
“Didn’t I tell you not to come back here, dick—” Ransom opens the door and Harlan is at the end of the hallway, shaking his head.
Ransom blushes and Harlan rolls his eyes. “Public indecency is a crime.”
Ransom shushes him and turns to walk in.
“Ransom?”
Ransom turns to Harlan, groaning, rolling his eyes. “Do be gentle with her. You forgot to mention how tiny she is to you, boy.”
Ransome nods and walks in, closing the door and locking it.
“Who was that?” You ask, eyes worried and Ransom sighs, “Just a crazy old man.”
You frown and Ransom rolls back into bed, tickling your side. You squirm, giggling as you try to move away from him. He smiles and drags you to him, rolling on top of you, kissing your neck. You moan softly into his ear and he bites at your neck. You nudge him back a bit and undo his belt buckle, pulling it from his pants. You unzip his slacks and pull them down a little. He kicks them off, with his briefs. You rise up on your elbows and look at him, blinking at him.
He tips your chin up and you blush, smiling as you turn away.
“It’s not nice to stare.”
“Tell it to my tits, Ran.”
He nudges you back, cupping them, giving them a soft squeeze and coos, “It’s not nice to stare.” You nudge at him with a foot and he smiles, kissing your cheek. You turn your head, catching his lips and he groans. He kisses down your neck and chest, sucking at your tits for a while before slipping between your legs, kissing your lower tummy. He lifts up the flap of your skirt and looks at you.
He sheepishly laughs and scratches the back of his head, pulling your stockings down. You gasp at him with a feigned scowl and tut. “You ruined my stockings.” He chuckles softly and kisses the bend of your knee. “I’ll buy you another pair. 10 pairs, actually, as many as you’d like.”
He rolls them off your legs along with your skirt and brings your legs over his shoulders. You whine, hands going to his head; fingers carding through his hair, nails scratching his scalp. He moans and leans forward, licking a stripe from hole to clit. You jerk against him and he grabs your thighs, palms encasing your leg. He licks and presses his tongue to your clit, humming against the bud, beard rubbing against your leg. You squirm and twitch the whole way through, gasping at the ceiling. He lays an arm over your hips and you claw at his skin.
“Ransom, fuck, Ransom!”
He peers up at you, flames burning behind those beautiful blue irises. You twist against him, his gaze too much and he shakes his head, burying his face deeper between your thighs, scraping your thighs with his mouth. You cry out, tugging at his hair and he groans. He slides two fingers into you, curling them, driving into the little, spongy spot deep within you. You cry out, voice cracking as you arch against him. Ransom grabs your hips, holding you to his mouth as you scream out, his tongue sliding in, replacing his pulled out fingers.
“Ransom! Ransom, it’s too much, please, please !”
He hums and you squeal, back arching off the bed as you cum around his tongue. He holds you down with an arm and you writhe under him.
He hums, nosing your clit and you try to push his head away. He grabs your wrist and holds it to the bed, groaning as he keeps eating you out. He mumbles against you and you look down, whining at the overstimulation.
“Too much, please!” Your voice wavers and he turns his head as he kisses along your thighs. Your head drops to the bed and he links kisses on the inside of your thigh. You whine and he shushes you, looking up at you. He slowly inches his mouth back to your clit and pins you to the bed with an arm. He makes you cum with his mouth 2 more times.
You end up like a puddle on your sheets. He slides your legs off his shoulders and sets them on the bed, leaning over to kiss your cheek and neck. You stretch against him a little tired and he tickles your sides.
“Don’t you fall asleep on me, now.” He chides, and you squirm under him, blinking sleepily at him. He smirks, “Did I fuck your little brains out, princess?”
You wiggle under him and he kisses your cheek. You take one of his hands kissing his fingertips and you bring a hand to his cock. He groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. He kisses at your neck and jaw, nipping at your skin. You turn and look at him from the corner of your eyes, blushing.
“What is it, baby?”
You look at the sweater and back at him, “I wanna wear it when you fuck me.”
He groans and grabs the sweater, popping your head and arms through it. He pulls your hair from the collar and cups your cheek, softly asking, “Is that better, sweetheart?” You nod and scrunch it up right under your nose and close your eyes, greedily breathing it in. He feels that weight shift itself into his chest, his heart, taking his ribs hostage. He lets out a soft breath and you open your eyes, meeting his own with a blush.
He smiles and leans down to kiss you again. You bring a hand into his hair and a leg over his hip. He hums against your lips and you whine, nosing at his cheek and whisper in his ear. “Fuck me.”
He grabs at your waist, rutting against you and you let out a soft little whine. He spreads your legs open, spitting into his palm, giving his cock a few jerks and slowly slides into you. You bite back a whimper and he looks up at you, eyes pooling with concern.
“You ok?” He hums, rubbing his hands up and down the sides of your thighs.
“You—You’re just… big. ” You swallow with a slight gasp, hand going down to his thigh and nails digging into it. He looks at where you two meet and chuckles, “Sweetheart, I’m only halfway.” Your eyes widen and you blink, looking down.
“God.”
He chuckles, leaning down and kisses your cheek. You bring your legs tighter around his waist and pull him down, nails digging into his shoulder. He grabs your hips, lifting them a little when he draws back his next thrust. You whimper, head slotting into his neck, you kiss his skin, whimpering at his cock plunging into you. He grunts and squares his knees, still laying on top of you and brings your legs over his thighs.
You mewl softly in his ear and press a kiss to his cheek. He shifts a little, slipping further in you and your nails pierce into his skin. He hisses softly, pulling out before thrusting into you, going balls deep, shushing your soft cries. He stays seated in you and lets you adjust to his size. You squirm under him and he shakes his head, rumbling softly.
“Ransom, move.” You nudge at him with your hips.
He grabs your waist and pulls out, and slides back in again, setting a slow and deep pace; knocking your headboard against the wall with every thrust. You arch up, moaning as you clench like a vice around him. He groans and gives a relatively rough thrust. You squeeze your legs around him, hips jumping off the bed.
“You like that?”
You nod, cheeks flushed and he hums softly, kisses your cheek; noses his way down your jaw. You pant softly into his ear and he starts to put vigor in his thrusts, your noises turning to soft moans. You bring a hand into his hair, brushing it back and he moans. You turn your head, kissing his cheek and jaw.
“Harder.” You whine, hands holding his head to you.
He leans back on his haunches and fixes his grip on your thighs. His fingers dig into the meat of your legs as he pounds you into the bed. You cry out, thighs trying to close on him, he pushes them to the bed, spreading you open and rails you.
You stretch your arms out, clutching the sheets beneath you, turning your head away as you moan uninhibitedly into the room. He brings a hand to your cheek, turning you back to him and he holds your gaze, huffing above you. A flush has covered the tops of his cheeks, spotting down to his chest. He swallows and you lay a hand to his chest, his heart.
You look up at him, eyes sparkling. “I love you.”
He smiles, with a soft blush. “I love you, too.”
He straightens up and grabs your hips, going right back to his hard, insistent pace. It leaves you mewling into the, now heated, room. You arch slightly, thighs beginning to shake and you pull at the sheets. He groans softly, lifting your hips a little more and hitting that spot inside you that ignites sparklers behind your eyes.
“Ransom!”
“That’s it baby, that’s it, cum for me.”
You lose your grip on the sheets and claw at his arms. He fucks your through it, whispering sweet nothings into the air. You gasp as overstimulation begins to eat at the tail of your spine again. It burns through your veins, struggling your brain into submission.
“Ran…”
He looks up at you, a sheen coat of sweat covering his forehead and arms. He slows his hips, never stopping and rocks gently into you. You twist against him, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. He hums softly and brings a thumb to your clit. You shoot for his wrist, shaking your head, hiccuping. He keeps his thumb moving, small circles drawn over your oversensitive bud.
“No, please, too much.”
He sighs and drops his thumb, you take in a deep breath. You flop back to the bed and whimper as his hips pick up speed. You close your thighs around him and he tuts, spreading you open again.
“You’re gonna cum three more times for me, just three, and then I’ll fill you up.”
“Can’t! I can’t do three!”
He shushes you, brushing his hand along the side of your thigh. “Yes, you can.”
You shake your head, trying to claw at the sheets to move off his lap and he tugs you back, making you take him deeper than before. It pulls a scream from your throat, cracked and hoarse. He leans down, kissing away the tears that pour down your cheeks and nuzzles into you.
“Just three, baby, you can do three. Yes, you can.” He whispers into your ear.
He spreads your legs further open, laying flat against you and pounding you into the bed, headboard cracking the wall. You wrap your arms around him, clawing down his back and whining into his ear. He kisses your cheek and hums softly.
He brings a hand between you two, thumbing at your clit and you arch against him. You twist under him, panting at the ceiling, jaw slack. He kisses along your cheek and neck. You bring an arm around his neck, pulling him down to you as you shake under him; your sixth orgasm washing over you.
You whine, eyes slipping closed and you melt into the bed, arm falling from around him. You blink up at him, as he gentles his movements, grunting softly. He rubs at your clit and you shake your head.
“Ransom!”
“It’s ok, sweetheart. Just give me one. Last one baby, this one, just one.”
You writhe, arching against him and he kisses you, groaning as you dig your hands into his hair.
He grunts, thrusts gaining strength and you whine, twisting under him. He begins railing you again, pushing your stomach into the bed. Your breath comes ragged as he constricts your chest a little. You bring a hand to his arm, whining softly. He pants above you, sweat coating his hair to his forehead.
His gaze drops to your chest as his hand slides up your stomach to your tits, cupping them and rubbing his thumbs against your nipples. You squirm a little and he shushes you, gently lifting you to his mouth. He sucks at your collarbone and tits, tongue scraping against your skin.
It’s on the knife blade edge of not enough and you bring your hands into his hair, tugging gently. He looks up at you and you burn red, mewling as you turn away. He latches off of your chest and cups your jaw, bringing his thumb to your lips. You take it into your mouth, sucking as you peer up at him from beneath your lashes.
He pulls his hand away, bringing it down to your clit and your hips jump off the bed. You wrap your legs tighter around him, moaning softly. He hits your bed against the wall, further pressing into the growing crack.
“Cum for me, baby. You did so good, cum for me.”
Your thighs begin to shake around him as he gives two last rough thrusts; he lays himself against you as close as he can and empties his load in you. Your cunt milks him for every drop and you shiver under him.
He kisses your cheek, hips still thrusting a little. You whine, squirming around under him and he shushes you.
He sighs, holding you to him as he rolls over. You shift a little on his chest and settle down, fitting your head into his neck.
“Was I too rough?” He whispers.
“No.”
He hums and lifts a hand, playing with your fingers. You curl them around his own and lean back to blink up at him. He cups your cheek, kissing you and you grind down on him. His hips keep moving upwards and you moan, pressing a hand to his chest, rocking back on his cock.
“Fuck.” He hisses.
“Feels so fucking good.”
He wraps an arm around your back, pinning you to him as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. You mewl softly into his ear, nipping at his neck and he sighs, dropping back on the bed.
You sigh, once again snuggling into him and he kisses your cheek. You blink sleepily and nose at his neck.
“You sleepy?”
“Mmhm.”
He pets your hair back, kisses your forehead and draws your covers up. He tucks you into his chest, making sure you’re well wrapped and warm and sighs. You sleepily cuddle further into him and let your head drop onto his shoulder. He waits for a moment or two, and your breathing levels out, a soft little exhale, letting him know you’re asleep.
He lays his hand over your head, playing with your hair and smiles up at the ceiling. His heart beats wildly in his chest as he slowly lets sleep entrap him.
The smell of fried meat wakes him up. It brushes against his nose and his eyes flutter open. You’re in the kitchen, swaying along to a song you’re humming, flipping bacon on a skillet. He stretches and brushes his hair back.
He smiles at the sight of you and grabs his briefs, sliding them on. He comes over, watching as you sway and puts his hands on your hips. You tense and he hums softly.
You lean back into his chest and he kisses your temple.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“It’s a sight I’d like to see every morning.”
You blush and flip over some bacon. He looks over your shoulder to see you’ve prepped a mini-feast, toast with eggs—sunny side up, of course—orange juice, pancakes and bacon.
“You made all of this?”
You nod, smiling as you look at him, from over your shoulder. He looks in your eyes and you drop yours to his lips. You lean in and he kisses you, turning you around and dragging you to him.
It turns hot and heavy in an instant. You’re leaning him against the wall, hands at his abs, fingers playing with the band of his briefs. He licks into your mouth, beard scraping against your skin and lifts your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he lays you on the table, knocking some silverware out of the way.
He buries his face into your neck, kissing up your throat and your head drops back, dangling off the side of the table. You blink and see a little black puff of smoke rise from the skillet.
“Fuck the bacon!”
You ungracefully fall off the table, taking the skillet off the fire. You turn to Ransom, who’s smirking and bite your lip as you blush, “Do you care if it’s burned?”
He laughs, fondly rolling his eyes and shakes his head. “I like my bacon crispy.”
You shake your head with a fond smile and push at his chest. He catches your wrist bringing you into a kiss. You whine as his arms come around you, lifting you a little. He brings you back to the bed and smiles as you arch into him.
“How about we have breakfast in bed?” He smirks and you chide him softly, rolling him onto his back.