The Veil

Chapter Thirty

Lil bit of smut in this chapter ;). 

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He sighed again and smiled, shaking his head. 

"I've never had a girlfriend either." He shrugged, "It was never really feasible, I had to concentrate on just staying alive after mom died, once I was old enough to notice girls I just had to get through the day without pissing my dad off, then when I moved here I had to concentrate on making money and learning from Tony, then I moved in here." He gestured around himself at the basement of the house he'd worked so hard on, "then I had this to do. I don't know maybe if I'd gown up differently, normally, I would have." He shrugged again and looked down at me, his eyes holding a little worry like he'd upset me. 

I did feel sad for him, I hated that he'd grown up like that, a child shouldn't have to fear their own parents, shouldn't have to survive them. 

It was such a foreign concept to me. 

"You'd have definitely had so many girlfriends." I laughed, smiling to make sure he knew he hadn't upset me. 

"And how do you know that?" He raised an eyebrow, smiling too. 

I moved my right hand out of his and reached up to grab his chin, squeezing a little, "Have you seen this damn face." I scrunched my nose up. 

"Is that all I am to you, a pretty face?" He tried to keep the smile off his face. His pretty face. 

"Of course, why else do you think I'm with you?" I dropped my hand from his chin. 

"I guessed as much. So shallow." He shook his head sadly, mocking. 

I pulled the collar of his t-shirt down until his lips met mine, he broke out into a smile under my lips. 

"Now do this laundry so we can leave the basement." He pulled back, nodding at the machine. 

Kissing him had done something to me, the fire was back, tugging at my stomach, making me need more of him. 

"I just have a few more things that need to go in." I said, a little breathless. 

My excitement started to kick in. 

He just looked confused for a second, I slid his flannel down my arms, pulling it in front of me and bending down to put in the machine, before I overthought what I was about to do, I pulled his t-shirt over my head and dropped that into the machine as well. 

Before I looked up to see what he was thinking I shimmied my jeans off, quickly tossing them in as well, I turned to look at Tom in nothing but my panties. 

I gulped when I took in his expression, the fire was still there, ignited further by the look in his eyes. 

"Anything you want to throw in?" I asked confidently, I was a bundle of raw nerves inside, but he didn't need to know that. 

"Shit, Lily." He growled before jumping off the counter and reaching me in one stride. 

I squealed as he quickly grabbed my around the waist with one arm and lifted me in the same movement onto the top of the dryer. 

I let go a second to tug his t-shirt over his head and then his lips came down on mine, fast and hard. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, he leaned in, grabbing my thighs either side of his waist. 

I pushed my hips towards him, feeling how hard he already was even through his jeans. 

The kiss become more urgent as he felt me against him, even through the layers. 

I moved my hands from around his neck, unfastening his jeans and tugging them down with his boxers to his thighs. 

I grabbed his dick between us, he broke the kiss for a second to gasp, tightening his grip on my thighs, sure to leave crescent moon imprints from his nails. 

I started to move my hand slowly, looking up into his eyes, biting my lip. 

His warm breath hit my face, as his breathing sped up, his lips pushed back to mine. 

He groaned around my lips as I continued to stroke him between us, my own breathing speeding up in excitement. 

After another thirty seconds he moved his lips from mine, resting his forehead on mine, "If you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to stop now." He almost panted. 

I stopped my hand moving, letting him go and smiled at him. 

I moved my hips forward, almost off the dryer, he slid his hands down my stomach, causing goosebumps as he went, he hooked my panties and slowly pulled them down, making eye contact the whole time. 

He stood back up, grabbing me around the waist and pushing his hips forward. 

His dick pressed against me, making me gasp loudly. 

"Shit!" Tom pulled back almost with a jerk, keeping hold of me though. "Condom." He answered the question in my confused eyes. 

"Do you not have one on you?" I questioned breathlessly. 

He pulled back, laughing. "I was going to work, what exactly would I have needed a condom for?" He raised an eyebrow at me. 

"I don't know, don't all guys like always have a condom on them?" I groaned.

"I don't know what you've been reading, but no I don't always have a condom on me, I've never needed them anywhere but my bedroom." He smirked at me, causing me to blush.  

"Don't mock me Tom." I swatted his chest, embarrassed. 

I looked down at my thighs, all of a sudden feeling foolish and exposed. 

"Hey." Tom lifted my chin up so I'd meet his eyes. "It's not a big deal ok, don't be embarrassed we'll just go upstairs." He kissed my softly, making me tingle all over and instantly pushing the embarrassment away, making me feel sexy and loved again. 

He quickly reached down into the washing machine, grabbed his flannel I'd just threw in there and held it for me to put my arms in. 

I pulled it closed in front of my chest, he moved back for me to jump down and pulled his pants up. 

He grabbed my hand and smiled, making me giggle, he started to pull me back up the stairs. 

"Wait!" I called and dropped his hand. 

I turned and kicked the machine door shut, quickly dropping in detergent and making sure it was set. 

I turned back to Tom who was biting his lip to stop from smiling. 

"What?" I raised my right eyebrow reaching for his hand again.

He shook his head and let the smile grow on his stunning face, "You're just such a nerd." 

I stuck my tongue out at him and he caught me off guard when he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me over his shoulder. 

I let out a scream as he adjusted me and started making his way out the basement. 

"Tom, you'll drop me, stop it." 

He slapped my ass lightly, "Not if you stop squirming." 

We both laughed as he pushed the kitchen door out his way.