Loving Lawson

I rubbed my face as the sun peeked through the blinds, burning up the room with its rays. I imagined it taunting me. Telling me I had two more mornings to go.

The stress was unbearable.

The body next to me shifted just slightly. I looked over at Allie, curled up on her side with her back to me. I had to pretend I was asleep every time she woke up in the middle of the night to get to the toilet. I didn’t want her to know about the storm within me.

God, if anything happens to her…

That was what killed me the most. If I didn’t get the money in time, what would they do to her? I couldn’t live with myself if I failed her. Just thinking about it hurt. I moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. I pulled her back against me, into the same position she’d been sleeping in these last few nights. Her scent, her touch, the sound of her breaths – all of it helped to calm me down and centre me out. She seemed to be the only thing that could push away a horrible situation and make me forget for a little while.

I lightly trailed kisses along her shoulder and up the side of her neck. I kissed the skin below her ear and breathed in the scent of her hair. Still she used my shampoo, and fuck, it drove me crazy. It made me pretend for a second that she was marked by me, and it disturbed me a little more that the idea placated me.

She moved a little again. Her ass was against my pelvis, and the smallest movements caused it to rub against me. I tensed and shut my eyes tightly. Leave it to fucking Allie to give me a hard on while she was still sleeping. I had a couple hours to kill before work, and if it was spent with her against my cock like this, I was going to blow up.

Minutes later and I was fighting the urge to grind against her. I kept my arm firmly wrapped around her waist, but my hips were flushed against the back of her. I was rock solid, desperate with the need to fuck her again. Breathing through my mouth, kissing up her neck, until it occurred to me her breathing had completely gone still.

She was awake.

“Allie,” I whispered in her ear.

“Y-yeah,” she stuttered out.

I was subtle at first. Constant tiny movements. The only sounds were clothing rubbing against clothing. She quivered, and I felt every shake reverberate into me. My kisses turned to delicate licks, from her shoulder blades up to the back of her neck. I lightly sucked her earlobe and by then she was full blown panting.

In fact, we both were.

Something about her made me lose my senses. I didn’t understand it, even the second time around. Every small touch, though light and seemingly insignificant on the outside, was actually stinging me within. It was painful holding back, yet the ache was a satisfying one. My addiction had started with me just needing to be near her. And now… Now it was this.

Needing to touch her.

Needing to be inside her.

Needing her to need this too.

“You feel so damn good,” I told her.

She shook again. She liked me telling her these things, I knew.

I loosened my arm and brought my hand to her chest. She was bare. “Fucking perfect, Allie.” I took her breast into the palm of my hand, and through her shirt I pinched her nipple, feeling it instantly harden. She let out a whimper and pushed her ass harder into me.

“Yeah, you need this too, don’t you? I know you do.”

She nodded at my words. I let go of her breast and tugged her shorts down until it sat around her thighs. I slipped my hand to her soaking wet pussy and rubbed her. She bucked against me and moaned. I sucked her neck feverishly as I stroked her, pushing in between her folds and feeling the walls of her tight pussy.

Holy fucking shit.

It didn’t take long before she was crying out through her orgasm. I loved her sounds. Loved how real they were. Her hand travelled behind her, tugging eagerly at the hem of my pants. I immediately ditched them. I needed to feel her again.

She was still on her side when I pulled her leg up and set my dick against her entrance. In one swift move, I pushed right into her. She tensed at the intrusion, meanwhile my eyes rolled to the back of my head as her walls hugged every inch of me. She felt like she was squeezing me every time I pushed out.

Warm.

Wet.

Soft.

It was heaven.

I savoured it this time. I didn’t go hard and fast. She was emotional. I needed to consider that and make her feel treasured. She took me to a place where nothing existed but us. I wanted the same thing for her. I wanted her to forget the stress and just feel.

Feel every bit of this.

Every stroke.

Every kiss.

Every erotic word I whispered into her ear.

I clasped her tight against me, desperate to feel like one with her. Until we both cried out and shook in our release.

She was perfect.

I decided right then I was never letting go of Allie again.

Allie

The warehouse was packed.

Heath pushed through the crowd, keeping me against him as he made it to the centre of the room. He threw his shirt off and handed it to me, never once looking up to see his opponent. But I did, and holy hell the man was huge. Marko he was called, and Heath had never went against him before. He was new, and with his eerie life-like snake tattoos crawling all over his torso, he looked nothing short of sinister.

Usually I would say I was confident with Heath’s fighting. He’d never taken a loss. He was the unbeatable Lawson brother with fists of steel.

But tonight he was slow and mentally not present. After this morning’s unexpected sex, he had become completely introverted. I knew it wasn’t me personally. He was still touching me and holding me. He was just exhausted. He hadn’t had a decent sleep in over a week. It had caught up to him, and I was sure he was seeing double of everything.

“Are you sure you can do this?” I asked him, hardly able to mask my concern.

He nodded. “Yeah, babe. I’m good.”

Just as he turned to face his opponent and get down to business, I brought my hand to his face and forced him to look back at me. I stared at those dulled brown eyes and lifeless face with sadness.

“Heath, I don’t want you get hurt. Don’t push yourself.”

He brought his hand over my own and said, “I don’t have a choice, Allie. You know that.”

“But you look awful.”

He shot me a half-hearted smirk that still sent tingles all the way down to my toes. “Al, don’t wound me. All I got left are my looks.”

I shook my head, wrapped an arm around his neck and forced his face down to mine. I kissed him hard. He wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss, desperately stroking his tongue against mine. I didn’t care that the people around us went quiet. This type of affection by Heath was far from common, but not just that, everyone knew who I was and who I was meant to belong to. This would indefinitely stir the pot.