The Blanket Baby

Chapter 19 (II) - Derrick

Forty-five...
Forty-six...
Forty-seven...
Forty-eight...
Forty-nine...
Fifty...

His biceps and triceps were slowly beginning to burn as he continued to press on, the sweat running steadily to the middle of his spine and pooling at the waistband of his pants. Lately, exercising seems to be the only way to distract him from the pressure of what is going on: Adelia is the spawn of the son of a bitch who took his child and Lila, and is currently searching for her; he is most likely holding Ali's mother hostage and Athena is caught in the crossfire. Plus, someone is stalking his Thee.

Sixty-one...
Sixty-two...
Sixty-three...

He recounted the time he went back to the apartment building. It was a simple gesture: pick up a few mementos from Athena's apartment so she doesn't feel so depressed from being in his home away from home. As soon as he opened the door, it looked like King Kong went ape shit throughout the place; broken glass, holes in the walls, shattered figurines and torn fabrics. It was hard to even find something that would brighten up her mood. But that wasn't the entire point; the fact that his intuition was correct put him even more on edge. He's happy that he got her out in time or else he wouldn't have known the first thing he would've done if there was a different outcome. Should he tell her about her apartment? Earlier, he chose to omit it because the other news devastated her greatly despite her flippancy. He really should've held her until she felt better, or at least distracted her from the hell she inadvertently walked into.

Seventy-eight...
Seventy-nine...
Eighty...

He's at his limit.

He landed with a soft thud loosening the tension out of his arms and flexing the stiffness out of his fingers. Mentally preparing to head to the shower, he almost missed Athena standing there. She looked worse for wear; whatever was on her mind was mentally draining her and he didn't like it at all. He approached her with caution gauging her reaction to his movements. None was made until the very last second when he was just an arm's length away from the need to wrap her into him like that of comforting a scared puppy.

"Thee, what's the matter?" He started off slowly; caution still in his mind's eye.

Nothing. Just a blank stare that could suck your soul through your eyeballs and watch you wither like a dehydrated plant from the lack of sustenance if it was possible.

"Do you need something?"

That silence is killing him. He's not used to seeing her this way even when she has her down days.

"Is it because of what we spoke about earlier..."

Her shaky intake of breath indicated that her hit the nail on the head. But that could be just part of it; where he had his time to process, time to heal; everything - at this present moment - is overwhelming her to the point that she might just break. He doesn't know her to suffer from any severe mental health issues and that means that he can avert her from her current train of thought even just for a little while. He held her face in the palms of his hands forcing her to look at him; he kissed one eye then the other before brushing his lips against her soft ones for just the tiniest second. "You came here looking for distraction," he slowly began, putting distance between them. She missed the heat, "I'm willing to provide it," he took a seat on his bed, elbows to knees with hands dangling between his legs as he looked her dead in the eyes. "Athena. Use me."

It seemed that a light bulb went off in her and she was on him like a bee spotting its first flower at the first sign of spring. At first, she teased him with a 'little brush of skin' here and a 'lick of the lips' there before her lips easily molded with his forcing the blood that was circulating wonderfully in one head down to the other. She wasn't rushed at all, it was slow and sweet with a few pauses of her just gauging his reactions; it was like she was learning him. The last time someone close to him learned about him, they ended up with their throat cut and he that irrational tic of keeping safe and measuring the consequences burned in the back of his mind. The sharp sting of her nippy little teeth brought him back to what was before him: a woman who very much needed him despite her protests. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides; tonight he made a promise to Athena and he's not one to break promises. He gave her free reign to do what she wanted and he will go along with it. He looked down at her, - the light of mischief slowly igniting her eyes - if the devil incarnate swelled anymore, he might consider lopping off the damned thing but he can't help his reaction to her. He never had a problem performing but only two people can make him react the way he is: one's dead and the other is standing right in front of him. Then he heard something, he hadn't heard in a long time: a command.

"Lie down."

His heart thumped at the enunciation, heated his flesh in pleasure with the barest of touch. He did as he was told, her inching along the length of his body like a snake. She peppered kisses along his face and neck fucking with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and teasing the shit out of him. She came to his nipples and flattened her tongue against one of them. Never in his life has his nipples been an erogenous spot but it seemed like it is tonight and she picked up on that mighty quick. He hissed at the onslaught she doing to his senses. he wanted so bad to take control but he wasn't too far gone to break his promise so she's safe in trusting him. She sucked hard, the shock-tingling sensation forcing his native tongue which he barely use these days. He held her head there loving the sensation it was giving him with the few compromises he relinquished. Giving equal time to the other nipple, she continued to explore down his body.

She's not doing what I think she's doing...

Relieving him of his pants and boxers, the devil incarnate more than rose to the occasion, ready for anything that was to come his way. He propped up on his elbows just as she was looking back at him, trailing the length of him with a devilish look in her eyes the sight made his dick twitch. She gave the damned thing a quick kiss before taking swallowing him between those full lips.

"Fuck." He groaned, his hips slightly lifting to meet the heat of her mouth.

The vibrations in the back of her throat with that guttural laugh had the tip beading with pre-cum - he just knew it with the slight tremble going through his body. She began working him, the beautiful bobbing of her head bouncing her curls against his pelvis as she took him inch by inch. The sight was amazing!

Where the fuck did she learn to do this!?

Her hands came in to play like a double-edged sword and she did not let up on him. If anything, he swore she went faster. he reached out to thread his fingers to her skull to control the tempo; the selfishness in him wanting to savour the sight of what he's currently seeing lest it's all a dream. Yet, she slapped his hand away deeming the situation very real and he was at her mercy... if she would give him some.

The sweat beaded against his brow as he closed his eyes trying to pace himself with Athena's ministrations. She's a fucking beast at this and she knows with how he's trying to hold himself back. If it was even possible, she went even faster taking him to the base involuntarily causing his eyes to roll back. He can't; he's at his limit.

"Thee; fuck! I'm gonna...!"

Just as his cock swelled to prepare for his release, Athena stopped, put distance between them, picked up her shirt and went to the door. "You taste delicious. Can't wait to hear your 'fuck me' moans again," and she left the room silently closing the door behind her.

Fucking hell...

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Part 2! Because somebody asked for it. (Yay!)

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~Kimmie~