Beautiful Scars

Content Advisory: Erotic

Sitting on her bed, he spied Jan’s gun sitting on her night stand. The girl was tough on the outside but broken up on the inside. For awhile, Gage had worried about her access to a firearm but she seemed to be finding her footing again.

The bathroom door opened, releasing a cloud of steam. Water dripped from her blonde hair and the fluffy, pink robe nearly swallowed her. She stopped at the foot of the bed and her chin trembled. Her small hands covered her face and her voice came out muffled between her fingers. “I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry.”  

The bed creaked as Gage got up and walked around to her. God knew he’d been a son of a bitch to a lot of women but his heart hurt for this one, she was his friend. She’d caught a lot of hard breaks lately; a car accident that nearly killed her and a boyfriend who turned out to be married. Being forced to grow up fast, she showed all the signs of struggling to keep it together.

He pulled her hands away from her face. “Hey, you’ve cried enough. He’s not worth it. He was an asshole.”

She nodded as tears threatened to spill. “He was. And a liar.”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “It won’t hurt forever. Trust me. He’ll just be a memory before you know it.” Gage would like nothing more than to kick the shit out of the guy who broke her heart but he knew it wouldn’t make her feel better.

Clinging to him, she buried her face against his chest. “I just hate that I was so stupid. He said he loved me. How could I believe such bullshit?”

He led her to the side of the bed and sat down. Pulling her between his legs, he held her hands. “You weren’t stupid. You believed in him, it’s not your fault that he lied. Chalk it up to a lesson learned. You need to get out of the house and do something. You need some sunlight, Jan.”

She took a deep breath and the front of her robe slipped open revealing a view of her left breast.

Gage stared at her and inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. She was pretty like a pixie and it had been awhile since he’d seen a naked boob. Horrible timing. He wanted to touch her. He’d wanted to touch her since the first time she had curled up against him. Their relationship was strictly platonic because she had a boyfriend and had been injured. Both obstacles had since been removed. Given the chance, he could make her forget about Brett or whatever his name was.

She touched his face and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his cheek and kissing back to his ear. She’d kissed his cheek before in a chaste way; nothing like that.

He let go of her hands and held her hips, pulling her closer. “I can’t fix this for you.”

“I know you can’t. Nobody can.”

“It’s like this…” He slipped his hand inside her robe and placed it over the long scar on her side. “It takes time. That mark will always be there. But it stops hurting, you know?” The raised edge of the scar was shiny, smooth where his thumb slid over it slowly and reminded him how close to death she’d been. What happened next was not what he expected but he wasn’t about to complain.

She pulled at the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Her warm hand covered his and squeezed gently.

Of course, he got a healthy look at her naked boobs before taking his gaze lower. He saw the other scars, smaller and fainter than the one beneath his hand. He looked up at her face before tracing lines between the small marks across her otherwise unflawed torso.

She wore small, yellow panties and nothing else. She touched his hair and smiled a little. “Who’s gonna want me now?”

He closed his eyes for a moment and leaned his forehead to her stomach; such a ridiculous question. He figured it wouldn’t do much good to tell her that most guys wouldn’t notice the scars and if they did, fuck them. He could also tell her who would want her now. He wanted her as obviated by the erection straining painfully against the buttons of his jeans.

“I do. Or I would.” His breath hitched and he thought a cigarette would be good right now and maybe a cold shower.

“Really?”

He kissed her belly and pulled away. “Yes, but now would be a good time for you to close your robe before this turns into something I can’t stop.”

Jan didn’t try to cover herself and instead let the robe slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” No tears clouded her eyes now; eyes the color of the deep end of the ocean.

His hand inched up her ribcage to cup her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple and she tensed, the pink tip tightening.

She put her hands on his shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then I won’t.” He squeezed her breast, pulling on the nipple. His lips searched out her other breast, licking and sucking.

She made a sound like a mixture of a moan and gasp and held on to his head, running her fingers through his hair.

He kissed from one breast to the other and took his time ministering to both. Tonguing the hard peak, he watched her chest rise and fall and her heartbeat accelerated.

Her head dropped back. “That feels so good,” she whispered, breathlessly.

Slipping his hands down her sides, he finally gripped her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around him, dropping her ass right on top of his already hard cock. He groaned and stripped his shirt off. He wanted to feel her warm body against his. The hard tips of her tits rubbed against his bare chest and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. If it had been any other girl, he would have just shoved her panties aside and impaled her on his dick but she was different. He wasn’t sure how or why, she just was.

He cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his, probing with his tongue. She tasted like bubble gum or candy and he couldn’t get enough.

She held on to him and rubbed herself against his erection.  

He squeezed her breasts, deepening the kiss and let his hand drop between their bodies.

She lifted up just enough to let his fingers stroke the outside of her damp panties. He found her pleasure spot quickly and pressed his thumb to it.

Quiet whimpers escaped her as she pushed her pussy against his hand.

“I want these off.” He tugged at the crotch of her underwear.

She stood up and slipped them down her legs, kicking them aside.

“You’re beautiful, Jan.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back.

She smiled and looked down. “Thank you.”

He tugged her onto the bed, rolling her to her back. He lay beside her and brushed his knuckles over her cheek.

She stared at him and put her hand behind his head, pulling him down to her. The kiss was soft and tentative while he stroked the inside of her thigh, sliding his hand up higher. Goose bumps erupted on her skin and she shivered.

The heat from her pussy fueled his fire and he couldn’t resist cupping her mound. Her delicate folds gave way to his heavy hand and he slipped a finger inside her. “Damn. You feel like hot silk.”

Moving down her body, he bit her nipple gently and sucked it into his mouth where he teased it with his tongue. He inched lower and pressed his lips to the larger scar on her side before continuing to her belly. He peppered kisses over her pubic bone and lifted her legs over his shoulders.

Checking her reaction, he looked up at her. She licked her lips absently and that was all he needed to see.

He kissed the inside of her thigh and licked up to her pussy. The scent of her arousal drew him in. He licked her slit. Raw honey coated his tongue and agitated his hunger. He spread her lips and pulled back the hood to lick her clit.

Jan gasped and her body trembled. “Gage,” she whispered. “More. Please.”

 He sucked her clit softly and licked circles around it. His finger sought out her wetness again and he slipped one in and started a slow and steady rhythm.

She panted and pulled on his hair, arching her back. Her body tightened around his finger and he knew he was doing what she liked. “Oh, my God.” Her head thrashed from side to side as she whined.

Nothing turned him on more than making a woman come. He curled his finger up inside her like he was pulling the trigger of her gun.

She moaned louder and clamped her thighs on his head. Her clit thumped against his tongue and her pussy pulsed, dripping her come down his hand.

When the contractions slowed, he pulled away and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off. His cock throbbed in anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs. He lay on top of her and cupped her flushed face. “Don’t ever doubt that you’re wanted, Jan.”

Her lips parted and he kissed her softly. For a moment he was afraid he might hurt her. Her body was so small beneath his but her wetness beckoned him like an oasis in the desert.

He moved his hips and she lifted her legs around him. He slipped inside her and her pussy gripped him like a fist. Damn. He moved slowly, deliberately, giving her more and more.  

She gasped against his mouth and dug her nails into his shoulders. She was so warm and wet and tight and his self control teetered. The animal in him wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard but her soft whimpers and tiny fingers clutching at his arms as if she were holding on for dear life kept him in check.

If there was a heaven, he imagined being inside her was what it would feel like; more pleasurable than any drug he’d tried, more beautiful than any song he’d written. He moved his hips, thrusting slow and deep. “Jesus Christ. Feels so good.” He moved a hand to her thigh, holding her leg around him.

Soft moans came from her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her wet hair lay fanned out behind her head and she ran her hands down his back to cup his ass. “Mmm. I love feeling you inside me. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He couldn’t stop looking at her face. There was something angelic about her that urged him to possess her and protect her, even claim her.  He wanted to be deeper, he wanted to sink every last bit of himself into her until he pierced her soul and left his mark.

Jan’s fingers dug into his ass and pulled him forward.

He moved faster, harder, every thrust bringing him closer, until finally his balls tightened. “I need to come.”

“Okay. Okay. Do it.” She brought her arms around his neck and moaned louder. “Kiss me while you come.”

Obliging her, he pressed his lips to hers and plunged into her one more time, giving into his release. He broke the kiss and let his head rest against the crook of her neck while he rubbed her thigh with his fingertips. “Damn.”

“Mhm. Ditto.” January kissed his cheek and sighed.

Look for more of January and Gage on December 22, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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