Christmas Candy(84)

He came home from the hospital the next day. I heard Mom and Brent helping him into the house. They set him up in the living room on the couch near the enormous tree. I imagined him sitting there, all wrapped up in a cast like a sad Christmas present. It would have been funny if he were the old Niles and I was the old Annalise, but we weren’t.

I felt ridiculous for running at the hospital, for the way I’d reacted, for the things I’d said. I wanted to apologize, but I was too embarrassed. Instead, I maintained my hideout and watched as the snow fell out my window.

I tried to do schoolwork on my laptop, but my thoughts kept straying down the stairs. Niles was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. The notes and reading I needed to do quickly fell by the wayside once I realized I’d read the same sentence about ten times over and still didn’t know what it said.

I goofed around on the Internet, reading about the blues of Oxford and Cambridge, the town where Niles had grown up, and his courses of study. I even found a picture of him with his shirtless rowing team. They all had their arms hung around each others’ shoulders and smiled into the camera. Niles was in the center. I could see it now, how he could be the heart of a team.

I stared at his easy smile (and, yes, his hard body) for a ridiculous amount of time. I leaned back in my bed, heat racing through me as I thought about him, the things he’d done, the way he’d treated me – just the way I wanted and needed.

My stomach growled and I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. It was after ten. Mom and Brent had already gone to their room. Niles had to be doped up and asleep. Still, I didn’t want to risk running into him. My stomach growled again, this time more of a roar, and made the decision for me.

I crept to my door. Silence. I opened it slowly, trying to ward off any creaking hinges. It worked. No noise. I padded down the hallway and peeked over the balustrade. The living room below was dark, but the twinkle of the Christmas tree illuminated enough for me to see Niles asleep on the sofa.

I prayed my stomach would be quiet and tiptoed down the stairs. I glanced over to Niles every so often. He looked beautiful, his face serene in sleep. One arm was slung over his head and his t-shirt had risen up his stomach, revealing his abs. An ache went through me that was related to an entirely different sort of hunger, but I pushed it away.

I eased through the hallway and into the kitchen. I let out the breath I’d been holding and opened the fridge. Everything looked good at this point, even the bottle of mustard. I grabbed up some lunch meat and got the bread from the pantry. I was doing well with the ninja routine. I made a sandwich and eyed a bag of potato chips desperately, but I left them alone. Too much noise.

I returned to the island to grab my sandwich, but I was shoved forward and a hand clapped over my mouth, covering my scream.

A hard body behind me and warm breath at my ear. “Thought it would be that easy?”

Niles pushed his hard cock against my ass and my panties drenched. His other hand ripped my pajama bottoms down. His cock was already free, pressing into my ass.

“Not a fucking sound, Anna.” He released my mouth and splayed his fingers on my back, pushing me down onto the island. “You brought this on yourself.”

His head nudged to my entrance and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that lofted from me.

“Tell me you deserve this, Anna. You deserve worse – but I can’t spank you like you need, not until later. This will have to do for now. But I want to hear you ask for it. Tell me.”

I was panting as he rubbed his stiff head all over my pussy lips. He pushed me down harder, my breasts pressing against the granite.

“I-I deserve it.”

“Too right you do.” He shoved inside me and I jerked forward, but there was nowhere to go. The thin sliver of pain turned into the finest pleasure as he withdrew and sank inside me again.

I moaned again, incapable of keeping the sensations inside. His fingers clenched my back at the sound and he began pistoning into me, wet sounds echoing around the room. I only hoped they didn’t make it up the stairs to our parents’ room.

I was black powder and his cock was the match. My pussy tensed with each strong stroke. I felt his punishment, his aggression as he worked it out on me. I wanted every bit of it, every emotion he could give. Pouring it into me, he fucked me perfectly. My face against the cold granite and his cock inside my hot pussy. He grunted with the effort of his hard strokes, deep and masculine sounds that spoke to me on a primal level. I couldn’t move, my legs trapped against the cabinets and my torso prone on the island. I was his to use.

His cock thickened inside me as he thrusted. He snaked a hand to my clit and rubbed in vicious swirling strokes.