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wutheringcaterpillar · 7 months

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A Bump In The Night: Part 2

find part 1 here Summary: With Arthur overhearing the events from last night, knowing he couldn’t go to Tommy about it, he goes to someone else. Meanwhile you return to school where you meet a new student who has close ties with someone in the family.

warnings: jealousy, incest, sister!reader, talks of arranged relationship/marriage, age gap (Reader is 18)

taglist: @calmingmelody96 @sunflower-tia

The following morning the sun rose quaintly on the horizon, peering in through the curtains delicately waking Tommy from his slumber.

There you were, resting, soundly asleep contently in his arms. He hummed and smiled to himself, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before rolling out of bed.

Pol was standing in the kitchen, arms crossed with one eyebrow raised, not even attempting to hide her disapproval. Arthur excused himself, saying he was grabbing the post, though it was already laying out blatantly clear on the table.

“Morning Pol. What did I do to upset you now?” He pulled down a mug from the cabinet, filling the glass with just the hot kettle of tea that was steaming and whistling atop the stove.

“You know damn well what you’ve done!” She spoke with a quiet grit, careful not to wake you before smacking Tommy with the rolled up paper.

She scoffed, her hair flipping on either sides of her head from the anger and outrage she was feeling.

“What in the hell were you thinking! She’s young and I will not let you ruin her life!” He huffed, turning to face his prodding aunt with an annoyed gaze.

He glanced out the window, thinking about how Arthur’s room was right next to his, connecting the dots. His body tensed, lips curling into a sarcastic, devilish smile as he approached Polly, slamming his coffee on the table. Speaking in a threatening, low voice, he pointed his finger degradingly at your aunt, his sapphire eyes boiling with rage.

“What I decide to do with my cock is none of your business or Arthur’s. I’ve always loved her and you know that more than anyone I’d never hurt her Pol, but I solemnly swear if you mention this to her and break her heart in any way, we will have words.” Polly was taken aback by Tommy’s tone but held her ground, not allowing him to influence her decision. Taking his jacket from the coat rack, he opened the door, lighting a cigarette and stopping mid-stride.

“Oh, and Pol? If you bring up this little conversation I will hide the money and withold your cut. May I need not remind you I also know where Mr. Gold lives and there are a lot of people aside from myself that want him dead. With that being said, maybe compromise a little, eh?” Polly’s nose was flaring, she knew her nephew inside and out, Tommy would go to that extent to keep his precious little angel all too himself, so she’d have to combat and end this little romance another way.

Waking up from your deep sleep, the events of last night captured your mind, replaying over and over like a broken record you didn’t want to fix.

Under the sheets forbiddingly with such a crazed lust. His cozy legs intertwined with yours, the incomprehensible, profound desire just before Tommy had taken you as his own. Those baby blue eyes so sincere yet filled with a sense of animalistic hunger. The way his cock stretch your tight hole, his cum filling you to the brim like a water ballon bursting within your heat. He was so caring, so careful, so mesmerizing, your skin was forming goosebumps as you reminisced the previous night.

Yawning and stretching you turned to the side only to realize Tommy wasn’t there but he had left a note.

“Left for a business meeting Pol made you breakfast, please be sure to eat, I’ll be home later in the evening and Ada will take you to your classes. Until tonight my darling.” Next to the note he had two pills set out in case you were in any pain. You took them knowing if they were still sitting there when Tommy came home he’d be upset.

Walking to your room, ensuring the coast was clear, you carried Tommy’s nightshirt into your room, tucking the thin, delicate fabric beneath your pillow before getting dressed for the day.

Pol and Arthur were sat at the kitchen table, both seeming to be in deep thought and conversation, stopping once you entered the room.

They’d never done that before, but you brushed it off. “How’d you sleep dear?”

Polly looked at you with skepticism, wanting to know if you’d tell her the truth or if your allegiance still stood grounded with Tommy.

“I slept alright, and you?” She hummed to herself, motioning for Arthur to leave the room, maybe she’d get it out of you if it was a private conversation or perhaps turning the conversation into a minor detour.

“I was talking with Arthur. Lizzie has a cousin who is looking for a wife. I want you to attend on a date with him.” All of a sudden it seemed you forgot how to swallow, nearly choking on your food from her statement.

Before you could answer Ada walked through the door, saving you the trouble and disregarding your aunt. She claimed she would bring this up later, perhaps at a better time and not to inform Tommy of this conversation.

Being the older sister she was, Ada prodded along the drive to your school, inquiring about what had Pol’s panties in a twist. You didn’t have much to answer for as she chatted along, chattering along with possible conclusions, that she believed herself to be true. None of them involving you, some of Tommy since he was known to get under her skin at times but surely it would blow over.

It was your first day of senior year, classes were all over the place, and new students roaming the halls with their unfamiliar faces. Due to holding the Shelby last name it was awfully difficult for you to make friends without your family members scaring them off, or the “rumors” of what they’ve done to people. Your mind was preoccupied nevertheless with an impending hurricane of emotions, wanting nothing more than to just be in your brother’s bed once more in a way a sister never should.

Taking your seat, the bell chimed along, and for the first time in your schooling history a person sat beside you, willingly.

The hand of another man flexing outward as a greeting. “Hi, my names James. You’re Y/N, aren’t you? My sister brings you up all the time, thinking we’d be a good fit. I suppose we have a date together later this week.” You were taken aback, not expecting the soft shade of brown eyes, and plump lips curling into an exemplary smile that would make any girl’s heart skip a beat. Shaking yourself away from your thoughts, you extended your hand. Why did this feel like a business deal moreso than a greeting?

“Ye-yeah. I’m her.” As the day stumbled on, James had many classes with you, staying seated next to you each and every time. He was kind, polite, charming, but your mind was still flustered from your brother, and you knew what he’d think about this, surely scaring him away as he did the rest. He was quite attractive but the only man you had interest in, that should be off limits was outside waiting for you with the car.

Your eyes beamed in the sunlight like a school girl in love, and Tommy attempted to hold back his smile. He had a reputation to maintain after all, but that smile quickly faded when your papers fell from your bag, and another man began to assist you in cleaning up the mess. “Oh, oh you don’t have to do that James I-“

“No, no it’s quite alright, wouldn’t want you to lose your homework. I’ve heard how your family is.” Well what was that supposed to be mean? How would he know anything about your family? Probably Lizzie since she likes to eavesdrop and act like she’s a Shelby. You had always held a profound jealousy for her whenever Tommy gave her attention even though it was to distract his heart from what he really wanted, but it still hurt you.

Glancing at your brother, his shoulders were stiff, hands folded in front of him as he examined the scene displayed before him, analyzing who this mysterious boy was. But maybe he needed to know how you felt numerous times. The jealousy, the anger, the need to posess.

A strong breeze blew through the atmosphere, but James had caught your last paper just in time. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime.” His eyes scanned yours before in a bold move, he brushed a wild strand of hair behind your ear, his hand running down your cheek as he took in your beauty on the school steps.

“You have a natural, beautiful glow did you know that?” Your lips pressed together in a fine line as you held back from blushing right then and there. But before you could respond, Tommy was right beside you in an instant, pulling James up from the ground by his coat.

“She’s off limits. If I see or hear about you again, I promise- James is it?” He nodded terrified, not being able to look anywhere else but the cold, invading abyss of Tommy’s stare.

“I promise you, the outcome won’t be very graceful, surely you’ve heard of me, eh?” The boy was shaking in his clothes, as you stood near rolling your eyes from Tommy’s jealousy problems. Though a small part of you couldn’t help but feel an immense light of the flame between your thighs.

Dropping him to the ground, Tommy held his hand out for you, as he always did like the gentleman he was, also because he enjoyed the feeling of your hands cusped together, the warmth, and closeness.

You didn’t dare turn around to check on James, knowing what the consequences would be. Assisting you into the car, Tommy didn’t hesitate to prod.

“New friend of yours? You know how we feel about strangers. They like to put their noses in places they shouldn’t be.” His crystal eyes scanned your body sitting all too innocently in the passenger seat, and how your skirt was much too short, nearly showing your most treasured area.

When you hadn’t responded he glanced over once more, noticing a singular tear running down your cheek shamelessly.

“Darling, are you alright? I didn’t mean to-“

“Auntie Pol wants me to marry him and set up a date for an evening this week!” Ah, so this is the riddled path she chose to go down. Calming his demeanor from the previous sight at the school, Tommy gazed out the windshield, jaw tightening as he placed the diminishing fire lit on his cigarette into the ashtray.

“Don’t worry love. Let me handle this, If Pol wants to play with fire, she must forget she is playing with the ring leader.”

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faegoddessog · 1 year

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 37/41

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, Unprotected PiV, Fellatio, cum kink, sad parting angst

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

After your fuck-a thon, you both showered and decided sleep was in order. His naked form curled around yours for hours. You know because sleep never came for you. Nervous, excited, mournful, you were bringing all your therapy tools to bear to keep from losing your mind.

You creep out from under Austin’s harboring arm and slip his robe around your shoulders, it smelled like him, clean, masculine, just a hint of cedar, lavender and myrrh with vanilla undertones, the oil blend he liked to wear sometimes.

Arguments could be made for it being both ridiculously early and stupendously late. Sitting at the kitchen island, chin resting on your stacked fists, flip-flopping thoughts race through your mind. The same what-if queries and worries that have been pestering the edges of your consciousness alongside the excitement for this opportunity.

Now, actually face to face with your choices, you make some important decisions about how you will deal with the next 7 months. Yes, you are gonna miss Austin, and yes it is scary. But if you spend the whole time moping and whining it would be a waste of your experience. Time to hoist up your Big Girl Unicorn panties and remind yourself of the girl that shipped herself and her tools off to freakin’ Hong Kong to start this crazy adventure. Ok, that girl was running away, but maybe, just maybe she was running to herself in the process. She was brave, she was ballsy as hell, and she wasn’t taking anything for granted.

You knew you would stay true to Austin, he was just TOO good to you, too good for you. He would still be there when you left the Ice, and if he wasn’t, then you would at least know… Know what? That this was never real?

‘Of course it’s real, girl!’

Ah, there she is!

’Quit being a whiny, doubting, little bitch.”

‘Hey! don’t call us names!’

“ Well if the shoe fits! You gotta trust him, he fucking loves us. Did you see the way he looked at us last night? Have I ever steered you wrong?”

‘Well there was that time in Buenos Aries…’

“Fuck, I mean about this kinda stuff… we both know I’m a slut that’ll try anything once.”

You laugh softly. “I guess you are right, I’m too deep in at this point anyway.” you say out loud.

‘In for a penny?’

‘In for a pound.’

Feeling better, but not sleepy, your eyes land upon a stack of sticky notes. With a smile you begin to write notes to Austin. You hide them all over the apartment where he will find them. On his favorite foods in the fridge, his favorite coffee mug, in the microwave, under the spoons, in cabinets you know he’ll open. You quietly open the door to his office and go to work. Hiding some under your favorite pictures of Elvis, placing them under his chair, in his laptop, tucked into his books and in his notes.

Lucky for you, he keeps his clothes in this closet. So you make sure every one of his clean clothes has at least one note in the pocket, if not two. You tucked them between his underwear and into his clean socks. Happy faces and quotes in and under his shoes. Notes saying I love you, notes carrying silly comments about whatever they got stuck on. Happy thoughts, ‘remember when’s’, song lyrics, and little stick figures hidden everywhere. You just go on and on, mostly silly things to let him know that you are thinking of him and to make him think of you when you are gone. You started to count them, but lost count after 100, so you figure around 150 purple square sticky notes are scattered throughout the apartment.

Your eyes land on the bedside table drawer, you’ve never had cause to open it. Should you leave a note in there? You doubt that he would look there, since it was never used. On a whim you pull open the drawer. There is a tattered old workout shirt of his balled up in it. Weird, why would that be in there? You pull it out, intent on putting it in his wash, when something clatters to the floor, hitting your toe and rolling under the bed. You stifle a curse and reach under the bed, feeling around. You come up with a small, black box with a hinged lid.

Holy. Mother. Fucker. Is this what you think it is? You look around to make sure he hasn’t woken up and come to find you.

‘Oh no, we are not opening that!’ you tell yourself.

‘Just a peek,’ she is always up to mischief.

‘We shouldn’t, it’s probably one of his Elvis-esque rings he likes to wear,’ you rationalize.

‘Yes, of course, that he keeps wrapped in an old ripped up metallica shirt in the only drawer that you have never looked in before.”

Before you can argue, it’s open. It’s a gorgeous diamond ring in the shape of a heart with teardrop sapphires in infinity swirls with channel set diamonds on either side. They perfectly match your necklace and earrings. You are dumbfounded, staring at it for seconds on end. Then you quickly you close the box, wrap it back up the way you *think* it looked before and shove it back in the drawer. Your heart is beating wildly.

You leave the room and go to the second bathroom and shut the door. You splash cold water on your face and stare in the mirror.

What. The. Fuck. Clearly that is meant for you. Clearly you don’t need to worry about him being serious about this relationship. And clearly he didn’t mean for you to find it. FUCK.

‘Told you,’ she smirks.

“Yeah, thanks,” you say out loud.

Is it even an engagement ring or just part of the set of jewelry? Apart from telling him you were engaged once, you have never, ever, not even once spoken about marriage to Austin. You haven’t let yourself even begin to think about it since you were burned so hard. How the fuck do you even FEEL about marriage now?

‘Better figure that out, sweetheart.’

‘So unhelpful all of a sudden,’ you mentally huff.

Do you tell him you found it? Would it ruin everything? Do you just try to forget about it and let yourself be surprised?

You decide the latter, you don’t want to assume anything or force his hand in anyway. You would hate for either of you to rush into anything, especially at a time already fraught with emotions. You are kinda glad it happened. This way, whether or not it’s an engagement ring, it gives you the impetus to really look at how you feel. Not that you can figure that out right now. As you think more about it, you find that just the idea that he might, maybe, want to actually make you his, seems to quell every worry you’ve been having about going away.

Once you calm down and shove the knowledge of the ring into a mental compartment and TRY to close the lid, it's about 5 o’clock in the morning. Austin is still asleep, and you are still on an adrenaline high from finding the uh... thing you are not thinking about and supposed to be forgetting.

You decide to channel your energy into something productive and make biscuits for breakfast. About 40 minutes later, you have a plate heaped with hot biscuits, butter and jam as well as two insulated travel mugs of hot coffee on a tray. You intend on just setting it on the dresser and curling back into Austin’s arms as though the biscuit fairy left them for you. As you walk towards the master and just before you nudge the door open, you hear Austin sleepily calling your name.

“Kit’en” he sleepily mumbles again, as you open the door. His hand is haphazardly feeling around for you in the bed, only half awake in the darkened room.

“Right here, love,” you say, setting the tray down, peeling his robe off your shoulders and sliding into his arms.

“Whered’ya go?” he curls around you again.

“I couldn't sleep,” you say.

“Oh, when I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left me,” he kisses your forehead, more awake now.

“Oh Austin, my sweet, sweet love, just because I’m going, doesn't mean I’m leaving you,” you kiss the hollow of this throat.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m just not… I wasn’t awake enough I guess.” he snuggles you in closer taking a deep breath in, “and why do I smell baking?”

“Oh,” you snicker,” I made biscuits.”

“You are… so silly and so amazing,” he sighs into your eyes in the shadowy room. “When do we have to leave?”

“We need to be driving away by 11, so get ready to leave by 10:30,” you had thought this out several times.

“So in the shower by ten, if I have my dirty way with you,” he smiles, ”What time is it now?”

“Almost 6,” Your hand traces a line down to the curve of his butt and along his outer thigh.

“That might be enough time,” he smiles down at you, and kisses your nose, “I'll be right back.”

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. You snag some mints just to be on the safe side and set your alarm for 9:30 so you don’t have to think about time.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep,” he says, sliding between the sheets, smelling faintly of toothpaste, “do you want to try to get a little rest before we go?”

“I’m gonna have 2 weeks of quarantine in a hotel room, I will catch up on sleep then,” you reach for him, ”right now I only want you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he rolls on top of you, capturing your lips with his.

His minty kisses are sweet, loving. His lips gently nibbling yours, the tip of his tongue barely peeking out to brush against your lips. He nibbles and kisses along your jawline to under your ear and down your neck. His hands roam gently on your upper body, Your fingertips trail along his back and down his arms.

No matter how many times he has lain on you; kissed you; held you in his arms; you will NEVER get tired of it.

“What else was on your list from last night, Kitten? Oh yeah, your juices dripping down my chin,“ he waggles his eyebrows and ducks down under the covers. You feel him gently push your legs apart.

“Oh no,” you say, flipping the covers back.

“But Kitten …,” his look is almost pouty.

“Oh, you are gonna eat that pussy, I just need to watch you do it,” you push his pillow under yours and lace your hands behind your neck, curving up to watch him work his tongue-in-pussy spells.

“Who’s pussy?” he smirks, lowering down to his stomach, eyes on yours.

“Mmmm, yours baby,” your voice gravelly with thirst, completely mesmerized by his sexy blue gaze.

His velvety tongue barely brushes the arch housing your clit. Your chest expands in an inhale. Slowly, but softy, his tongue ever wider, he moves down, down, licking inch by delicious inch. Your eyes widen, but never leave his, as sparks emanate from everywhere his tongue touches.

“All yours, every inch of me Austin, all yours,” you hear yourself saying breathily.

He chuckles and finally breaks eye contact. He buries his face in your cunt, licking a wide swath up your pussy.

He tilts his head slightly to the left and sucks one of your smooth outer labia into his mouth. As he releases suction, his tongue drags sideways just under your clit, gathering the next inch of your labia into the vacuum of his mouth. He does this over and over, down the entire length of one side of your pussy.

Your inbreath shaky with each suction, an ‘oh’ out with each taste of his tongue. Near the bottom, he pushes your legs wider and his tongue reaches deep into your wet cleft, slowly tongue fucking you.

Your little sounds of pleasure reach his ears and spur him on. He laps up to your clit in short wide licks, then starts down the other side.

You take in the whole of the picture between your legs. His eyes are closed in pure indulgence, his own noises of aroused pleasure flowing into your pussy. His hands: one pressing your right leg wide, the other wrapped under and around the hip crease of your left. You see the inward curve appear and disappear on the sides of his ass as he slowly rutts his cock on the sheets underneath him.

Oh my god it’s beautiful. So good and so fucking beautiful you may melt and fuse into the bedclothes. The tightness winding deep inside you starts to accelerate. Your hands abandon your neck for his unruly shock of blackest black hair.

His tongue starts flicking your clit, sucking it in, both hands now wrapped around your hip bones. Your breathy moans quicken, get deeper, louder. He knows you are close by the way your hips are pressing against his face, by the substance of the sounds you are making, by the tugging of his hair.

He knows you now.

He knows that all you need now to cum are his long, artful fingers slipping inside you; curling, flicking, fucking you. As he slides them in, your back arches in pleasure and “Fuck YES!” gusts from your mouth. His lips suck your clit in and his head shakes fast between your legs as his fingers go deep.

You curl up, yanking his head tight to you, hips vibrating against his face. You are staring down at him, forehead creased, teeth clenched but lips slack, pupils blown with lust. Suddenly his lids raise and his eyes are staring at yours, holding you in his trance, unable to utter a sound. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, spiraling to your core. Your body revolts from this curled position and throws you down on your back again, breaking the spell of his eyes.

‘Oh! M- “ you try to pant out, but he is immediately on top of you. His cock ramming into you, filling your pussy with his hard dick. It is fucking amazing.

You hadn’t stopped cumming from his mouth and you definitely are not done yet. Not with him kissing you with your own juices dripping off his chin. Not with his hands gripping your hair. Not with the precious weight of his body pinning you to the bed. Not with the pounding he is giving you.

He holds your head tight so your high pitched screams can be muzzled by his demanding mouth. Your fingernails dig into his rear delts, using that as purchase to thrash under him. You are in literal throes of pleasure.

Suddenly his mouth comes off yours and he grits his teeth sucking in a breath. Then he stops, deep in you. Your panting breaths shaking against his chest.

“You wanna... watch me cum?” he says between hard breaths.

He could not have uttered a more scorching question.

“Fuck yes,” is all you can get out.

He pulls out of you and rolls you both over. You sit up, catching your breath, as he squirts some lube into his hand. You back up, straddling one of his thighs, but before he can get his lubed hand to himself, you slide your mouth over his cock. Licking and sucking off your slick.

“Oh my god, Kitten,” he moans.

It occurs to you that both his face and cock are covered in your cum. Just the thought has you burning for more.

You pull off and he goes to work on his cock. His fist is light at first, then quickly tighter as it’s evident that it won’t take long. You watch how fucking hot he is and realize your hips are humping his leg. Wet labia grinding along his flexed quads. Now his leg is covered in you too.

“Fuck baby, ride me. Use me. I fucking love it,” he says with heated breath through clenched teeth.

His eyes bounce between watching you torment his leg to watching his own hand wrapped around his cock.

Fist pumping, forearm straining, pecs flexed, brows furrowed, face and cock red. He’s close and holy fuck he is so far past merely hot.

“Yeah baby, cum for me. I wanna see it, Oh god you are so…” you can’t finish the thought, your mind is too far gone.

"Here it comes baby, all for you," he manages to get out.

Streams of milky white gush from his throbbing cock over his flexed belly and lower chest.

“GAAAAAHHHH FUUUUCK” his voice tearing from his chest, eyes closed. You wrap your hand around his, forcing him to keep stroking himself. Three long jerks of his cock. The last of his semen dripping from him.

“YES! YES! YES!” he screams on each stroke you make him give himself. His eyes fly open, to meet yours, as if to find a hold on reality.

Screw reality.

You have never been this ridiculously turned on. You don’t even stop to consider what you are doing, you just want to be covered in his cum too. You swing your leg over him to mount his cum-covered torso. He instinctively flexes his stomach anticipating your weight on him. You squish down onto his messy stomach, rubbing your frenzied pussy in the milky mess, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

Watching your lips and clit drag over his sternum in up-close Panavision, his face is a mix of surprise and ruttish arousal. He isn't sure what’s happening and honestly, neither are you.

But, as though being whipped by the devil himself, you just can’t stop riding his chest.

“Fucking hot” he grabs your hips to assist your motion. “You like rubbing yourself in my cum? Are you my minxy little cum wench, baby.”

“Yes, fucking yes,” each word underlined with a forward hip thrust, “It’s MY cum, all of it “ your walls clench down hard and you feel a surge swell inside, ”fucking mine.” You rise up off him and flick your fingertips across your clit, pushing with your internal muscles. Sweet clear fluid surges across his chest.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” you scream, jerking your hips as you squirt all over him.

“Oh my fucking god,” he moans, head back, baptized in your essence.

He pushes your hips back with one hand, angling his still hard cock with the other.

Still at your apex when he sinks you onto his cock, you didn’t even know it was what you were missing. He immediately thrusts hard into your saturated and wanting pussy.

You back arches and your hands come to his bent legs. Bent so he can fuck you harder. He is spurring you on from the inside; deep, solid and fast.

“Oh my- Oh my- oh my-” you keep repeating as he impales you, "GAAAWWWWWHHHH!” you wail high pitched and loud, head jerking on your neck from his motion. Your next peak roaring through you from center to past your extremities. You swear you are glowing.

Shaking, you carreen forward onto his bedraggled chest, all moans and uncontrolled twitches. But his hands hold your hips in place, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. He is still intent on fucking you, in fact he never misses a beat, driving into you over and over and over.

You practically flounder on top of him. Your hands scrabbling at this shoulders to find a hand hold, to ground yourself as you become overwhelmed by his ardent fucking.

Then you are on your back, Austin’s hands lace into yours, holding them above your head. His eyes are black and wild and determined as he pummels into using gravity to fuck you even harder than before. His ancient and primordial need overrides all other sensibilities.

Under him, anchored by him, you are bellowing nonsense sounds over and over. Together you are fucking, messy glory and the definition of magnificence in raging pursuit of this riotous, cardinal ecstasy.

His mouth opens as his eyes shut, releasing the most primal scream you have ever heard. His muscles go taut, the cords of his neck stand out, his face red and dripping with sweat and your cum. His spine snakes above you as his cock spasms, draining whatever he has left inside you. You clench down on him in what, another orgasm? An aftershock? Hard to say since you aren’t sure you ever stopped cumming. He jolts and shakes, almost headbutting you.

Then, finally spent, you are both just trembling, chests heaving together. Your legs wrap around him, pulling his weight to you. He lets go of your hands and you shroud him in your arms. He nuzzles into your neck, puffing out breath, arms tucked under your shoulders. This is true rapture, you are sure of it, as long as you stay in the right now.

After some time, he rolls you both onto your sides. Legs and arms still intertwined, you doze, wet, sticky and so fucking content to just be in the moment.

Your 9:30 alarm wakes you. Your eyes open to his ocean blue ones. Especially oceanic now as tears fill the inner corner of his one eye and course across the temple of the other. A sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips as your eyes take in his face. You rise to all fours on top of him. Saying nothing, you merely nod. Kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips as your own tears mingle with his.

He crushes you to him. Neither of you want to let go. Tears run freely.

After a quietly cathartic few minutes, crying and clinging to one another, you drag him into the shower. You wash the mix of cum, sweat, and tears from his gorgeous body, noticing the little half moons your nails left on his shoulders, you rub them and tell him you are sorry. He just shakes his head and smiles at you. He washes your hair, gives you the best shower kisses, and gently and lovingly scrubs your skin head to toe.

He then seals, with a bevy of loving kisses, each well earned bruise and mark you have from last night’s revelry: bite marks on your neck, finger bruises your wrists, a myriad of bruises on each cheek of your ass, the faint rope marks along your upper thighs and ankles. He finishes on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses onto your mons and outer labia. Water runs down your torso. He laps at the water running down your lips as though it were the water of life.

You feel yourself start to rise again inside. You look at the clock through the steamy shower stall, 10:01. You look back down at him, tongue probing high between your labia, his eyes asking. You nod.

His eyes close and he buries his face in your snatch. You push the shower head to the side, and pull your lips apart for him. His fingers flow inside you. He knows every button you have, every little erotic spot. Every pass of his tongue placed perfectly, every suction the perfect pressure, each drive of his fingers is perfection. In a matter of minutes you are cumming again on his fingers and into his mouth, moaning his name in the heat of the shower.

He stands, kissing you, tasting like you.

“I’m sorry, I just had to give you one last one,” his voice barely above a whisper.

You take his head in your hands, shaking your head and smiling. You plant a deep kiss on his lips. You feel his cock bounce against you, hard yet again. Your eyebrows raise as you pull away from him.

“Do you think you can go again?” you smile at him.

He shrugs with a shy smile, “I don’t think we have time, Kitten.”

You look at the clock, 10:10. “Wanna know a secret? I lied, we don’t have to leave until 11:15,” and you sink to your knees, his cock in your hand.

Just as he knows you, you know him. Engulfing his wet cock in your mouth, your tongue swirling his tip. Taking him deep, deep, making him slick with spit. Your hand wraps his cock, pumping in time with your mouth. His moans echo in the tiled shower. He holds your head and gloriously fucks your mouth. Soon you feel his balls tighten to his body. Your moans urging him on. With a loud groan, his cum spurts down your throat, thick and salty. You swallow him for the last time, at least for a while.

He lifts you to your feet, kissing you hard.

You finish showering quickly. He makes little butter and jelly sandwiches out of the biscuits to take with you in the car as you shove the last few essentials into your carry on. You miraculously leave at 11:00. He had insisted on driving you to the airport in the Range Rover.

He actually handles driving on the other side of the road with no problem.

You feed him bits of biscuit and sip coffee as you watch him drive. Not caring that Australia is slipping by outside, only that your time with him is. It feels like the end of an era. When you say this to him, his only comment is that all endings are just beginnings in disguise.

You silently wonder about the little black box wrapped in a metallica shirt, shoved into the drawer of disuse. Was it really meant for you? When, if ever, will he give it to you? Then you shove that thought aside. You are forgetting about it, right?

You’ll be back here, even if just to get your tools and things. But who knows if Austin will still be here. So much is up in the air. But one thing is for certain, you realized in the shower when he was kissing all your little marks, you are ready and willing to spend the rest of your life with those kisses whether or not he asks you to marry him.

Authors Note: Despite the title, no, this is not the end!

#Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove #@richardslady121

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Neapolitan: A Continuance Part 5

Neapolitan: A Continuance

Part Five

A/N: Hi. I’m glad you’re back. Last part was hard. Next part will be harder. This part - this part - however will be fluffy, smutty and soothing. It was for me. I will not be posting this next week, but will be back in the new year! Can’t fucking believe it’s rolling into 2023. Here’s a link for the original Neapolitan if you’ve not read it yet, as well as a Master List for Neapolitan: A Continuance.

Content warning: Sex, alcohol (of course), language, adult situations. Violet delivers some chocolate. Toys, anal play, binding, oral (m/f rec), fingering, pegging, messy, messy, messy - a very merry, merry Christmas and Happy New Year! (one more nugget - if you listen to this live ‘Age of Machine’ guitar solos at the beginning and then end of the song, you may just see it.)

Word Count: approx. 9K words, it's rough, and I apologize. I just finished this and is only lightly edited by myself.

Christmas Eve was chaotic and full of wonder and love in the Kiszka household. Karen and Kelly’s home was filled with family and friends of all ages. Violet was tugged around first by Jake, then by Sam, then by Josh as they circuited the room ensuring she had met everyone and had interacted with all beings great and small that they knew and loved. She was rescued by Papa K and dragged off into the kitchen to hide from the boys, as he put it. She was lulled into a quiet conversation with a few family friends that were visiting from somewhere on the east coast. She was only outed when Sam discovered her in the ‘old people’ room and dragged her back out into the deep end of the house.

The ride home was soothing. Jake drove the near four hours due west. They reached her home just in time to nap before heading over to Charlie and Madelynn’s, who held a repeat of their prior night, just with her family. Ava had been able to bring her Logan with her for the visit. Jake had found a kindred spirit as Logan had yet to meet the family on such a scale, so the two gravitated together while Violet and Ava helped their mother host the party. Though a bit more reserved compared to the Kiszka’s, that changed once Tony and Cara arrived. Violet tried to be mortified over the drunk dancing that her mother and best friend were flaunting, but threw caution to the wind and joined them instead.

Her house was quiet and void of anything Christmas. Violet looked around, half sad, half happy that she would not have to deal with anything like having to pack decorations.

“Coffee?” she asked. “I’m going to need it.”

He nodded before he pointed upstairs. She started to move around the kitchen, collecting cups and grabbing her cream from the refrigerator. As the coffee started to flow, she glanced up the stairs, listening to Jake as he moved around, obviously getting ready for bed. Going to the hutch in the dining room, she popped open the cabinet and drew out a small box wrapped in gold, red and green paper with a fancy bow. Charlie had promised that he would get the gift safely into the house before their arrival to ensure Jake had no idea.

Coffee made and properly prepped, she carried everything upstairs, tucking the present behind her back before she reached the bedroom. Stepping inside, Violet was welcomed by candlelight. He had placed the pillar candles on both sides of the bed, leaving no other light in the room. The bed was turned down and he was nowhere to be seen. “Jake?” she called out as she set the coffees on the nightstand.

“I’m here,” he said from behind her.

“Where were you?”

“I may have had a delivery and an elf that placed it in the front room for me.”

“Mom.”

He nodded and held up a small, rectangle box. “Merry Christmas.”

She laughed as she held up her small, rectangle shaped box.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah, I had Dad bring it over so you wouldn’t see it.”

“I think they like us.”

They laughed together as he pulled her over to the bed. She shook her box with a coy smile.

“A new Jakey Jr.?” she teased. “Maybe a bit small for that… Not to mention a bit weird to have my mother deliver it here for you. I don’t want to unpack that. Don’t ask… I want you to open yours first though.”

He shook his head, but relented as she waved at him to proceed. Popping the heavy paper, he made quick work of the box, taking the lid off and revealing a bracelet of twisted silver work that had opals woven into it that looked like dewdrops.

“There’s a gentleman that makes these that I would sit and watch on my down days sometimes. Each one is unique,” she explained as she helped him to secure it. “He would sing while he worked, too. He was just lovely. I told him that I wanted to give you one, and he required me to tell him all about you before he did anything. This is how he saw you through me.”

“It’s perfect.” He nudged her to open hers. “Mine doesn’t have quite the same story.”

Inside her box was a necklace. The silver and leather chain was sturdy so she would be able to wear it while she worked. The pendant was layered with a silver plate that was engraved with a bare tree with a diamond pressed into its sky for the moon, but then there were little sparkles through the veins of an oak leaf, and on an acorn, each piece of the pendant was elements of home - her home.

“I found it while we were in England and thought that it was you,” he whispered. “Look at the back of the panel.”

She turned it carefully, squinting in the dim light. A single word was engraved - strong. She pressed her lips together unsure if a cry or a smile was going to come out. Her finger traced the lettering that she recognized as his own handwriting.

“They had me write out the word and they took it from there,” he said. “Of course, I hope that means that someone can’t forge-”

She rolled her eyes and pushed him back on the bed, landing a solid kiss to his chin in the mix. They laughed as he dragged her up to have better access. He curled his finger beneath her chin before kissing her gently.

“I need some chocolate,” he whispered in her ear, before biting into the lobe.

Violet felt her eyes close as his hands brushed against her sides. A low hum rumbled in her chest as he pressed his mouth into her throat, giving a little nibble and tug. “Tomorrow night?”

“Planning already, gorgeous?” he asked as he rolled them until she was pressed on top of him. “Going to tear me up?”

She straddled him, yanking off her sweater to reveal no bra and no undershirt. His smirk appeared as he instantly placed his hands on her. Sitting up, he suckled on one while pinching the other nipple. She felt him grow hard beneath her.

“I want to make you beg,” she whispered into his hair.

The hot rush of breath against her skin made her laugh. “Get your damn pants off,” he grunted, pushing her off of him suddenly.

The soft laugh that she let out seemed to spurn him on. She dropped her leggings and panties just in time for him to shed everything and bounce down on the bed with her in tow. He turned her in his lap, reverse cowgirl. Violet pumped his shaft a few times, bobbing the head against her clit before sinking down onto him. Once their bodies met, he reached up and pulled her down so that her back was against his chest. His hands played her like his Gibson while he fucked into her slow and sure.

She slid her arms up and threaded her fingers into his hair. She tipped her hips so he could grind up into her better. His hard breath against her ear made her quiver around him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he sighed as he slowed to a stop. “I need more.”

She brought her hands down to hold onto his, feeling the muscles of his abdomen tighten. He gripped her hips as he rolled them over so that he could rise above her, dragging her hips up against him. He plied wet kisses down her spine, his fingers grinding in her just the way she liked it. She moaned as he planted a kiss against the small of her back.

“Violet,” he whispered against her skin.

Lost in his touch, she could not answer. To his credit, he did not stop. Instead, he flicked his tongue out and lapped at her rear entrance to elicit her orgasm. Her jaw dropped as he bit into her ass cheek as she came hard around his fingers. He released a hum as he slowed.

“Roll on your back, baby,” he whispered. “I need to see your face.”

She complied quickly, pulling him down into an embrace she welcomed fully. He kissed her deeply as he slid into her slow and deep. Violet watched as he rose above her, his dark eyes darting all over her face.

“Hey,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “Jake? What’s going on?”

He pushed as deep as he could within her, making both of them gasp at the feel. “Love you. I just…”

He repeated the movement, pausing like he would stay in that spot. Violet felt her body coil as he moved against her. His eyes, though. His eyes were filled with emotion that she could not fully understand.

“Jake,” she whispered, her hands landing on his hips to stop him. “Look at me. Hey. What’s going on, baby.”

Tears touched the corners of his eyes, dropping down on her cheek. Fully concerned, she held his face close to hers as she forced them both to sit up. Their knees kissed each other while she pulled their torsos close. He held her close, his breath heavy against her skin.

“Jake, you’re scaring me,” she said firmly, pulling back far enough to see his face once more, even though he kept his chin tucked. She pressed her palms to his cheeks to bring his eyes up to hers. “Please, talk to me.”

“It’s stupid,” he whispered. “Holy fuck, it’s so damn stupid.”

He flashed a shy smile as he sniffled. “Okay, so if it’s stupid, you have to share so I know how to make fun of you, lover.”

He laughed softly as she let him nuzzle against her neck for a moment to collect himself. “Overwhelmed I think. I’ve never had this. Didn’t think I ever wanted this. You’re just… Fuck I can’t even put it to words. You give yourself so damn freely… Even after everything. And it scares me. I am scared to death that I’m going to fuck it up.”

She couldn’t help the awww that passed her lips. His eyes turned sharp on her. “Jake, no. Don’t do that.”

He made like he was going to jump off that bed like it was dangerous. She grabbed him by the shoulders and made him stay. Carefully, she leaned in and kissed his mouth.

“I’m not much better. This is all new to me, too.” She pressed another kiss to his mouth. “This is the first time ever to have this on this level that I never imagined possible and it’s with you. It’ll always be with you, Jake, because I choose you.”

“Not stupid?”

“Not stupid,” she said as he brushed his hand down her cheek. “But maybe I need to look to see if you spouted a pussy, cuz you know…”

“Fuck,” he growled as he pulled her up onto his lap, pulling her legs to wrap around him.

He pulled her down so that their foreheads rested against each other while he moved up into her. He rocked her slowly, pressing deep each time to ensure that gasp of hers that he loved to hear. Violet could only hold on as he moved them. He had her hips locked in his palms and her tits rubbed his just right as they leaned forward and back. She whimpered against him as he ground into her hard. He bent just enough to suck a nipple between his teeth. Her head lulled back as she came undone atop him. Jake pulled her hard up, speeding up to catch her, cumming into her hard as she kissed him.

Morning had arrived all together too quickly. Violet had promised Jake that they would spend most of the day right where they lay. After days of Kiszka chaos, it was time to just be still. Jake snored softly as she stole out of the room and padded down the stairs. Within thirty minutes, she had breakfast baking in the oven, coffee on and was sitting at the island looking at her laptop, avoiding at all costs anything dealing with the outside world. She had glanced at the excited texts from Max and Ollie about New Years Eve. Ollie finally admitted that to be with them on the holiday would be pretty amazing as compared to the second shift at the clinic without hope of a New Year’s kiss. Violet had checked work and was thankful that all was quiet. Dr. Wold had sent out a wonderful letter to the entire team regarding how appreciative he was that everyone would drop what they were doing to join him when their skills were so desperately needed.

Will had sent an update full of pictures of the kids, along with a surprise - a ribbon tied around his wife’s abdomen in baby colors. She giggled out loud at the prospect of being an Auntie once more. She could hear Jake moving around just as the scent of scones began to waft through the air. She pulled the marmalade from the fridge before collecting the cooling rack, and finally pulled the pastry from the oven.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured as he strolled into the kitchen. She leaned into him for a kiss as she offered him a cup of coffee. “Looks amazing. I didn’t know you could make these.”

She grinned. “I don’t often, but I had a taste for them.”

They settled into the quietness of the day. Violet found herself knotted up on the couch, toe to toe with Jake as he practiced on his acoustic and she was reading the notes from the monthly training issues for work. She caught up on email and busywork that was required. The entire time, she tried not to be distracted by his ruminations and jotting notes down in his notebook as he worked. The afternoon brought Ava and Logan for an early supper as they were leaving on the red eye from Grand Rapids. Jake had a stew on the stove that he was babying along while talking over football with his new bestie and beers. Ava coyly smiled at her boyfriend the whole time, something that was not lost on her big sister.

“Alright, what the fuck girlie?” Violet asked, finally tired of trying to hold her sister’s attention.

Ava giggled as Logan stopped mid-sentence to look across the room. She reached into her pocket and slid on her new ring to show off. Violet’s jaw dropped as she lurched forward to grab her baby sister in a crushing hug. They squealed while the guys just shook their heads.

“You, of course, have to be my maid of honor,” Ava said with a shrug. “We don’t have a date yet, but I know you have to be with me, Vi.”

“Of course,” she said with a nod.

Dinner over, they waved at Ava and Logan off as they headed right for the airport. Violet bundled up with Jake to share a smoke on the snowy deck. She closed her eyes for a long moment as she felt herself shifting towards the moment at hand.

“You all right?” he asked quietly before handing her the smoke.

Nodding, Violet grinned. “Ready for dessert. I’m going to go get us together.”

She took her drag and headed inside, up the stairs and into the bedroom. She paused, a stray thought hitting her that she did not think of this room as her own any more. It was the bedroom, not her bedroom. She could not think of her space without Jake being a part of it. The thought drew a smile to her that felt like things were finally moving in a direction that she knew was right.

She started with Jake’s piece - setting out a pair of soft pink pj bottoms. Smiling, she twirled into the bathroom to retrieve her baby doll sheer robe that was in a matching pink, but hemmed in soft fuzzy feathers. She found the satin ties and to complete the evening, a toy just for him. She freshened herself up, touching up her makeup, fluffing out her hair before covering the outfit under her silk robe. She prepped her nightstand with everything she would need before sliding into the matching fuzzy kitten heels and moving out into the hallway. One more look and she felt like she was ready.

“Jacob?” she called, her heart fluttering at how quickly he responded. “Up here, now.”

She moved to the window of the bedroom, keeping her back to him as he walked in. “Dress in those. Clean up in the bathroom. You have five minutes.”

He said nothing but followed directions, no questions. She grinned as she removed her silk and draped it across her rocking chair. She took a moment to fluff her hair and check her lipstick. Moving to the bed, she sat down, legs crossed, making sure she looked right for the moment. When Jake emerged from the bathroom, she could not hide the smile. Pink against his skin was lovely. He stopped as she narrowed her eyes.

“Kneel down,” she said firmly.

He had a fraction of a moment where he looked down at himself like he was unsure if he had done something wrong. He sunk down before her. His gaze dragged across her, taking in what she was wearing before bringing his eyes up level to her.

Violet stepped around him, hands in his hair. He at first tried to duck, but she held firm, twisting and pulling until it was in a lovely french braid that landed just below the shoulder blades. She hummed with satisfaction.

“Better. Now, take that chair out from the wall,” she directed. “Slide it over here.”

He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. She loved the sight of his ass shifting just beneath the soft, brushed cotton of the pjs. She made sure she thrust out her hip to catch his eye. It was obvious that he liked what he saw, the soft bulge that was already happening in the front of the pjs confirmed it. She made a low rumble in her chest as she pressed a finger into the soft skin of his belly, tracing a line to the waist of his bottoms. Tugging, he let her move him into where she needed him. She plopped down into the chair, crossing her ankles and thrusting out her chest.

“All right Jacob,” she said with a firmness that gave him goosebumps across his arms. “Tonight is something new for you. I appreciate the restraint that you have shown so far. I will be rewarding you for that patience. First, however, is for me. Kneel down.”

He slowly crouched, bringing himself below her, a faint smile on his luscious lips.

“Tonight, we’ll start with this chair. If you’ve ever noticed, it has the perfect arms,” she remarked, leaning her shoulders back against the cushions. Splaying her legs, she hiked first one, then other up on the arms to expose herself. “Get to it, boy.”

Jake licked at his lips as a smirk was revealed. He hummed as he leaned forward, nuzzling against her thigh. She caught him by the chin, a smirk of her own forming that made him pause.

“No using the magic fingers tonight, guitar player,” she whispered. “Now make me cum to get your reward.”

Violet laughed when she heard him whisper a nervous fuck. She loved watching him, but this was going to be different. Taking away what she loved the most was going to be a challenge for him to rise to. Too often, he would rely on those fingers and sure as shit, he was right. His mouth was lovely. No doubt about it. He readjusted his plan. He started to leave tiny kisses along the inside of her knee working his way towards her core, only to skip and follow the path on the other leg. A bit of deviousness twinkled in his dark eyes as he nibbled into the meat of her thigh, blowing against the skin.

“Not impressed, Jacob.”

His eyes narrowed at her with a quip that died on his lips. Her eyebrows perked in challenge and he seemed to regroup. He leaned back towards her knee, this time he lay one long swipe with his tongue, following up the length of her thigh. He pressed a kiss to her pussy before following a down swipe of the other thigh. Her eyes began to softly close as he followed the path a few times, each kiss to her core a bit longer, a bit wetter until finally, he pressed in one, long, tongue deep, kiss to her center. Her jaw dropped as he bobbed her clit with the tip of his nose. He blew across the sensitive skin before diving into a frenzy that left her gasping, but not cumming. He hummed against her. She breathed out a laugh as he seemed to debate. He shifted above her, placing a tender kiss to her pubic bone before settling back down. With confidence, he pressed the tip of his tongue to her, flicking the nub once, twice before a barrage that quickened her heart and stilted her breath. He seemed to read her body, knowing she needed more but how…

He reached up, taking her hand in his own. Violet was about to scold him until he bent her fingers back with the exception of her middle and ring fingers. He placed them on either side of the clit, against the swollen lips of the labia. He grinned at her before he pressed his tongue back to her, lapping between ass and cunt, all the while, nudging her fingers against the clit with his nose.

“Fucker,” she breathed as worked her.

The praise moved him forward, pounding, swirling and relishing her with just his tongue. Violet could feel the coil in her belly. She could feel it drifting over her core, spreading through her muscles across her entire frame as he finally grabbed her clit between his lips and drew her hard just the way she liked it. She let her head lull back as he rode her out, passing across her in long, hot laps that sent her shivering into orbit. He planted a few more kisses to her thigh, resting his chin on the muscle as she collected herself.

“Was that good?” he asked as she traced the line of his jaw.

“So good,” she answered. She leaned forward, kissing him hard before pushing him back gently. “Get up on the bed, arrange yourself on your back on the pillows so that you’re comfortable. Time for your treat.”

He let out a soft ooo before rising and moving to the bed. She collected herself, straightening the sheer robe that barely fell below her ass, just the way she knew he liked it. Violet waited as he propped his back against a few pillows, legs straight out and crossed as the ankles. She made a dramatic show of moving towards the covered items on her night table. His eyes strayed to her hands, catching sight of her ‘treat’.

“Comfortable?” she asked, taking the ties into her hands. When he nodded, she moved to slide her hand down his right arm. “Last chance…”

He grinned as she started to pin his wrist to the bedpost with only a little give. She followed suit on the other side, ensuring that he was watching her ass the entire walk around. She secured his left arm, again leaving just a bit of give so as not to make him too uncomfortable. She moved to the foot of the bed to assess her work.

“You look so lovely, Jacob,” she said, rubbing the fuzz of fringe that kissed at her cleavage. “Your treat does not involve fucking me. Just be aware of that fact.”

She climbed up onto the bed, crossing his body to plant a searing kiss to his mouth. He gasped as she pulled away. She kissed her way back down his torso, sucking at each nipple, biting at the belly button before hooking her fingers into the waist of the pjs. Slowly, she dragged the fabric down, making a show of how her tits bounced along in her effort. He grinned at her as she landed on the floor once more, leaving him totally naked.

“I found this and thought of you, Jacob. You look so good pink, and thought you would like one of your own to go with my Jakey, Jr.,” she said, lifting a soft pink dildo.

His dick twitched with the prospect. She took the lube in one hand and the toy in the other, moving back in between his legs. Violet set the things to the side before looking back at him as he watched her. He truly was beautiful. The anticipation gleamed in his eyes. HIs body was fully relaxed. The show of absolute trust moved her. She crawled up his torso once more, having to connect them in a way she saw fit - sucking his cherry colored bottom lip in hard, biting the flesh tenderly as he moaned into her mouth. With deft fingers, she sought out the fuzzy hair tie, slipping it from his braid and leaning back in a show of tits and grins.

Jake watched as she folded her hair into a half up bun, preparing for the show ahead. There was a spot on his hip, the hard flat plane, just under the hip bone, that drove him nuts when she kissed the thin expanse of skin. He drew in a scathing hiss as she twirled her tongue across this spot, first on the right, followed by the left hip, leaving little strawberry marks on his tanned skin. It was the only area she could mark him and she took every opportunity to do so. He was rigid by the time she reached for his cock. A satisfied purr escaped her as she pumped him a few times.

“I’m going to fuck you, Jacob.” She brushed her thumb over the tip, collecting the precum and swiping it across her mouth. “You will not cum until I want you to. Do you understand? You will beg me. But you will not whine for it. You won’t cry for it. Don’t be a fucking infant. You will beg like a goddamn man. Do you understand?”

He swallowed hard. “Yes, Violet,” he whispered.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show, bitch.”

She rose up on her knees, bouncing her breasts between her hands, lightening the mood for a moment. She bent over him, pumping him with her hand before plunging her month down, all the way to the base and swallowing him down. He ground out a curse as she sucked him all the way to the tip only to repeat. He was already leaking in his excitement. She laughed deep in her chest as she released him. She moved his knee up to allow her access to his entrance, bending swiftly to tongue the new area. His breathing grew ragged as she pressed a bit into the meat of his thigh before sucking in his balls one at a time, before lazily moving back down.

“Goddamn,” he breathed out, tugging at the ties on his hands.

She grinned but did not stop. Lick, press, bite into the flesh. Lick, press, suck the flesh. His body was quivering and tightening under her care. One more long pass and she was reaching for the lube. Bending the other knee up, she liberally applied the cool gel before drizzling it across the dildo. She held it up for him to see her swipe her fist up and down. His tongue was swiping at his mouth in anticipation. She teased him before slowly pressing it into him, allowing him time to adjust to the size and sensation.

“You all right, Jacob?” she asked with a tender whisper.

He had thrown his head back against the pillows, mouth open, but no sound, no breath coming out. After a long moment, she heard the deep breath he sucked into his body before he looked down at her, eyes blackened with lust, bottom lip quivering.

“Fuck me,” he answered, his voice full of gravel and want.

The flood of passion that he exuded engulfed her, egging her on to test his boundaries. She began to slowly pump the fake dick into his ass at a deliberate pace, making sure she did not rush ahead or cause harm in the process. His head was thrown back, his eyes rolling closed as he lost himself in her ministrations.

“Eyes on me,” she demanded.

He whispered a curse, but obeyed just in time to see her lower her mouth once more on his dick. She swallowed him down, never missing a beat with the dildo. He had done this for her a few times, and she figured it was time to return the favor. Her heart thundered in her chest as he drew his gaze back to her. He was struggling as he watched. In fairness, she was not making it easy, ensuring that he could see her clearly, see what her mouth was doing, how her tits bounced just for him while she sucked on him and fucked his ass.

�� “I’m not going to last,” he warned, his voice thin.

Digging down into herself, she let his dick pop out of her mouth. “You will last this, Jacob. Now take it.”

She punctuated her words with a hard press of the dildo. He brought his legs up higher on the bed. She twirled her tongue to his inner thigh once more and he latched onto her gaze once more in challenge.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, knowing she had his full attention.

She moved back over him, giving little kitten licks to the tip and sensitive underside before taking him down. She lazily bobbed up and down, dancing her tongue across his shaft like she was not in any hurry. He let out soft moans and whines as she started to add a bit of speed to her rhythm. A few hard, all the way down the throat swallows brought him close, and she backpedaled, blowing and placing little nibbles across the tip. His lips were quaking as he watched, eyes pleading.

She pumped her tongue across her upper lip a few times as if she was thinking. “Not quite, baby. You’re not fucked out enough.”

A whine escaped him as he pressed his head into the pillows behind him. He squirmed only to resettle into her, silently telling her he was ready for more. She grinned darkly.

“Good boy.”

A string of fucks and damns flowed across her skin as she picked up her pace a little more. This time she took his dick in her mouth with a rougher touch. His thighs began to shake as he struggled to keep his knees bent, only to drag them both up, presenting his ass to her fully. Her insides tripped as he wobbled against the ties to adjust his body for her. She swallowed him hard, her saliva pooling on his tummy as she went to work on him hard. He began to buck, forcing her to hold his hip down with a firm hand and hard look.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice whiny out of sheer want.

“Not yet, and certainly not to that weak shit. Take it, Jacob,” she said around the tip before shoving her face back down only to slightly gag around him.

“Fuck!” he called out as his belly muscles started to pulse.

She looked up, seeing that even his arms were quaking. His body was ripe for the picking. It was going to come down to a battle of wills. He was sputtering out words, but not making sense as he tilted his face up to the ceiling like he was trying to regulate himself. She silently supported him all the while turning up her presence and speed.

“Violet,” he said, with a little more urgency in his voice. “I gotta cum.”

She pulsed her tongue all the way up the shaft. “Nope. Just take it, cunt.”

He babbled as she continued, speeding her hand below and her mouth above. A sheen of sweat started to appear across his chest and upper lip. His cheeks were puffed as he breathed in and out through his mouth. The concentration creased between his brows and deepened the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. His body was begging her even though his mind was clearly not ready. She pumped into his ass faster as she dragged her teeth against him gently, tugging at the stimulated flesh.

“Oh my fucking goddess,” he blurted out, both ties creaking against the bedposts. “Fuck it. Just fuck it.”

She did it again, this time gently shaking her head from side to side, sawing her teeth against him.

“I can’t… Fuck. Let me cum,” he panted. “I’ve got to. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Please…”

She shook her head as she spiraled back down, giving more power to the dildo inside him. His words were still whiny. It was not what she was looking for. He would have to figure it out. He whimpered as she continued. He could find the voice he needed, but obviously it was not available… yet.

She swallowed down hard once more, allowing the obscene wetness of her mouth to fill the air with rude squishes. He let out a huff at the sound. The urgency was speaking to her through his skin but she moved on through it. She would incinerate him the way he had done for her so many times.

Violet had to admit, her mouth and hand were tiring. Jake’s entire frame was straining, accepting everything she gave him and radiated it back to her in heat and love and pleasure. She could hardly believe the stunning sight of her man unraveling beneath her.

“Violet,” he whispered, voice shaking with effort. “Please…”

There was no heat in his voice. There was no whine. It was pure need. It was strong and full and confident.

“Please, let me cum for you,” he said, full of rasp, full of power, despite how his body trembled around him.

Her heart swelled. She nodded as she picked up the pace, bringing her free hand to the base of his cock as she sucked hard. She pressed the dildo hard into him a few more times, feeling his dick thicken all the more. Quickly, she slid it out, and sat up pumping with her hand furiously as his voice grew hard with breath and groans. He shot his load with relieved moans and whines and coos and hisses. She slowed her hand until he collapsed against the bed, legs splayed, body completely wrecked. A soft laugh escaped his lungs as she slid off the bed.

“If you don’t kiss me soon, I’m going to think I am just a whore for you,” he sighed.

“You did so good, baby,” she praised, bending over him and turning his face towards hers.

Their kiss was slow and full of care. She was bringing him back to being equal and he took the offer willingly. The kiss warmed as they parted only to crash together again. She heard his hands strain against the tethers once more and she grinned as she stepped back from him. Carefully she untied the ties, making sure to rub at each wrist.

“I like this,” he whispered, flipping the hem of the robe.

“Damn, Jake,” she sighed as he captured her.

One thing she could count on was his rapid shift between scene and actual moment. He was ready to move on without her time to return to himself. He tossed her down on the bed, sucking in one nipple while twisting the other.

“You did not cum enough for me, Vi,” he breathed out between kisses on her torso. He slammed two fingers into her pussy as he pressed his mouth to hers once more in a soul robbing kiss. Parting, he pumped her with a wicked smile. “You’re such a giver, now take me all messy, okay?”

She looked and sure as shit, he was hard again. She knew it was not going to last and brought her own messy hand around to land on her clit to make sure she came down hard on him. He moved into her roughly, deeply as she started tight circles on herself.

“You fuck me so good,” he whispered against her ear. “You are the only one that has ever fucked me like that.”

Her heart stilled. She had given something new. His hips slapped against her ass, filling the room with obscene skin sloshing sound as she dripped around his cock in a drenched welcome. Violet knew it was nearly over as he hit that spot that only he could repeatedly. Her voice trembled as it jumped out of her. Her teeth scraped his shoulders as he growled into her neck as he came again. She followed, nearly squeezing him so hard he couldn’t move.

They came down in a wave of hot breathing and gentle touches. He planted tender kisses along her jawline. Finally, both their bodies stilled. Violet loved the feel of his weight, the heat of him. Taking in one more breath, she stretched her legs out feeling the mess they had created.

“Ew,” she whispered with a laugh. “Damn that was messy.”

“But so much fun,” he said as he slid his palms down her sides before pushing himself up.

He rolled off the edge of the bed, then held out his hand in offering. They both went right for the shower, caring for each other, washing each other with all the love they could convey to the other in the moment.

They had arrived in Nashville on the 29th with Max in tow. She had met them in Grand Rapids at the airport and had been talking with them nonstop since. She hugged and loved on both of them, even though Violet was sure that Jake was being too polite to tell her to back off as she twirled around him as they were waiting for baggage. She smoothed things over with a half hidden butt squeeze and a whisper of smutty thoughts.

Jake had made arrangements for Max to be taken to the hotel while they headed home. He did not frame it as his home. It was just home. The wording was not lost on Violet as she held his hand in the car, rubbing his thumb slowly across her knuckles. As he pushed the door open for her to enter the house, they quickly took the bags back to the bedroom and flopped down in the middle of the bed, eyes closed and nestled into each other. The coming days were going to be busy with friends.

Dinner. Jake had sent her out on a booze run, to which Violet humbly agreed, but Josh had arrived early. Instead of leaving the brothers alone, she dragged Josh along, making him navigate the roads of Nashville. Sitting at the first red light, she noticed that he was quiet. Crazy quiet. She had known that Josh could be that way at times, typically thinking things through, but this was weird quiet.

“Are you nervous?” Violet asked as the idea struck her.

“Nervous?” he asked, his voice deeper than normal. “What the hell is there to be nervous about?”

She hummed as he started to drive again. Traffic was a proverbial bitch. He seemed to not mind, but Violet had a hand across her brow, blocking out the horrors that loomed around the car. How anyone in their right minds could drive in the shitty assed traffic was beyond her.

“Hell, love, you lived in Madison. It’s not that bad,” he remarked at the next light. “Mumbai - now there’s traffic.”

“Perspective. I get it. But I live in a town of less than a thousand and I work in a village of less than 500,” she griped. “Traffic for me is three cars being at a four way stop.”

They laughed. Josh made a turn that didn’t seem right. She glanced at him as they cut down a side street.

“This isn’t the way to the hotel,” she said.

“Sure it is,” he said with a smirk.

“Are you stalling?” she asked, watching as he turned the car down another side street.

“No,” he said, dragging out the ‘o’ like when he’s stalling or explaining something but didn’t have all his words figured out. “I go this way so she doesn’t have to cross the street to get to the car. Gentleman like.”

“Ooo, impressive,” she teased.

“I’ve not seen you to ask, but are you doing okay? How’s Ali?” he asked.

She licked at her lips. Jake had asked her if it was all right if he talked with Josh. His own source to vent as it were. She shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ve given her a lot of space and she’s not reached out since we saw her. Perhaps Max knows, but she just needs time before she can see me again.”

They stopped at another light. The turn signal seemed to be keeping time of their words that could be happening, but instead, seemed to count the beats of silence. Violet glanced out the window, her eyes catching sight of a boutique that she had been to with Jessie before the wedding. It was where she had found her dress. She smiled at the thought of that day of shopping and wine and friendship. Josh made a sound in his chest before moving once more for the green light.

True to his word, he pulled up in front of the hotel, to a waiting Max who hopped into the backseat without hesitation after Violet’s wave and smile. Her energy filled the car and brought a wider smile to everyone. She leaned forward and looped around Violet with a kiss to the cheek. Josh, she whispered a ‘hey’ before sitting back and getting buckled in. Violet felt an awkward grin over the fast cooling of her friend.

The liquor store they had to go to was ten minutes from the house - on a good day. They crept across the roads and through intersections. All the while, Josh seemed like a cat staring at a laser light that refused to move from its spot on the floor. Max was quiet. Violet felt like she was going to vomit from the tension. She picked at the hem of her sweater in the hopes she wouldn’t unravel the thing before being in public again.

The store was obnoxiously busy. Violet parted out the list of needs and they all took a cart to divide and conquer. Josh kept running into fans or people he knew while Violet and Max ran around collecting the goods. Violet gave up and grabbed the items that she had assigned for him as he seemed to be chest deep in some conversation. She marched past again, capturing his eyes and pointing to the register. He waved, much to her chagrin. They married up their carts, ready to wrap up business and looking for Josh. He was still talking.

Max was one of those targeted people whose eyes never stopped roaming while standing in line. First it was some kind of mixer she had to hold up with a pretty, pretty smile.

“I make it from scratch better,” Violet said with a heavy sigh, glancing back at Josh.

By the time she looked back at her friend, the damn fairy was scooted in close to the folks in line ahead of them, reaching for … was that a natural neon orange color?

“No,” she scolded. “What are you twenty one and looking for a week long hangover?”

Max’s eyes gleamed with a manic glow. She had already latched onto something else. Violet tried to figure out what she was looking at with a sickening feeling that whatever it was going to be, it was going to be bad. Instead, she shifted. New tactics were needed to give her friend pause.

“Max - what the hell is going on here?” she asked, tone in that sharp professional manner she reserved for shit shows and emergencies.

She stopped. Her small frame still. It seemed to be enough to jolt her back to the moment. She took a dramatic huff before moving in close to Violet once more. “You can’t have two people playing hard to get. It just doesn’t work. This is what happens.”

Violet’s brow wrinkled as her mouth twisted with thought. Puffing out her cheeks she shook her head. “What? I. Max. That’s like childish. Really? Hard to get after you two…”

She rolled her eyes. Apparently Violet was too dense for whatever was going on. Finally through the line from hell, and Max’s continuance of looking for neon colored booze, they stood at the door, eye beaming Josh to will his ass to see them.

“Enough,” Max huffed.

Violet watched her friend’s lithe frame scootch around people and through groups, Josh in her sight line. The man looked stunned when she grabbed him by the shirt and started to drag him with a wave to whomever it was he was speaking to.

“Sorry - I need this one!” Violet heard her call out as barely had a chance to catch his feet. His laugh warmed the air between them.

In the car however. Ice. Violet internally rolled her eyes. Middle school was not her favorite era and she certainly did not want to return to it in any shape or form. They were going to have to figure it out on their own.

They made Josh carry most of the bags since he was zero help in the store. Pushing into the house, they were instantly overwhelmed with the smell of dinner and Jake booming his Oliver Fucking Reed from the kitchen. Jess and Sam relieved them of their packages while Violet leaned into her man.

“What a fucking nightmare,” she whispered as he kissed on her. “Oh the drama.”

He laughed as he returned to his task. She took one of the beers that Sam was doling out before turning her attention to Jessie. The woman looked like she was three shades of green with a cup of tea in front of her. Violet paused, bottle mid way up to her mouth.

“You’re shitting me,” she whispered as Jess’ eyes froze. “Holy hell!”

“What?” Josh’s voice called, but Jess shook her head and Violet instantly stopped.

“I think she has that flu, you guys, maybe give her some room. You know, very catchy and all,” she recouped as she moved forward to feel the woman’s forehead.

Instantly Jake and Josh backed off like it was the plague. Sam leaned in with a grateful gleam in his eyes. Obviously they did not want to make mention of the news just yet. Violet’s heart thrummed for them. Damn that was going to be one gorgeous baby.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go and lay down for a bit. Maybe that will help, yeah?” Violet took her hand and led her back to the first bedroom.

“Thanks, Vi,” she said quietly.

“Just find out?” Violet asked, taking down a soft quilt.

“A few weeks back,” Jess answered, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I knew you’d be the first to notice. We just want to keep it close for a while longer.”

“I got it. Congratulations,” Violet whispered, giving her a little hug.

Violet closed the door behind her. She was excited for Sam and Jess. They were going to be amazing parents. When she returned to the kitchen, Sam and Max were sitting at the table while Josh was nowhere to be seen. Jake was babying his creation, a huge smile on his face. She watched as he was reaching up in a cabinet, rolling up on his tiptoes to grab it.

Dinner was amazing. The time together was even better. A quiet over the house when everyone was gone made her nearness to Jake feel like one of those stupid romance movies on that one network. But Violet appreciated it. With her cheek to his chest and fingertips grazing over the soft flesh of his belly , she felt content.

Ollie arrived just in time for breakfast on the 31st. He insisted that he find his own way to Jake’s, while Violet went to pick up Max and go in search of breakfast. She arrived back at the house just in time to meet Ollie at the door. Josh rambled in after one in the afternoon with Danny at his side. Violet had to tease the freshly single man that he needed a nice long slut era in order to cleanse the palette.

The afternoon found them lounging and making their plans for downtown. Violet noticed that Ollie kept getting distracted by his phone, but let it go. Her friend seemed invested in the night and just cutting loose. A rare sight indeed for Mr. Ollie Hendriksen. Typically, the man worked more than 340 days out of the year, typically second and third shift. So for him to be there, in person, was something.

The plan wound up being simple. They would meet up at Sam and Jessie’s place as they were the closest to downtown. They would start with the bars at ten, landing at Rudy’s before midnight. At eleven twenty two, Violet found herself pleasantly tipsy and dancing with Max as they strolled towards the last destination of the night. She had watched with awe how her fairy goddess twirled around Josh and he seemed to be the one, nose in the air, pretending not to notice. They were like a pair of tropical birds dancing their wares in the most ridiculous manner and yet, acting totally disinterested.

Eleven forty one. Violet was fetching a ginger ale for Jessie when she overheard a pair of fans gushing over Jake and Josh. The conjecture over who the hell the little bitch was sitting with Jessie and which one of the guys she was with was thick. Of course the rumor of Jake being with someone edged into the conversation. She nearly dropped Jessie’s drink when one sighed at the lucky, lucky lady to have that man on her tit every night.

Violet decided to flag down the bartender and ordered the two cuties a round on her. She glanced at them with a smile before she went back to the table. Jessie was looking a particular shade of green that everyone, even Jake, had noticed. Sitting down, she slid her hand across his thigh before giving him a little squeeze and picking up conversation with Max, Danny and Ollie.

“Vi, what did you do?” Jake whispered in her ear.

“Nothing. Why?” she asked, turning her cheek towards her shoulder to hear him better. The two ladies at the bar were openly staring at her, one even raised her glass up to her. “Oh. I bought them a round. They were having the most interesting conversation about you and Josh and who gave the best oral stimulation.”

His eyebrows flew upwards. “Oh my.”

“I mean… shit. Sorry. I didn’t think that one through, did I?” she grimaced as he bumped her with his shoulder.

He dropped a hand and rubbed at her hip reassuringly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Midnight loomed. Jake glanced at his phone just as everyone seemed to be frantically moving around. Max and Ollie had disappeared to the dance floor. Josh watched her like a pining teenager.

“Josh,” Violet called across the table as the DJ started a long assed countdown. “Just go and kiss her. I can’t watch this shit anymore!”

Jake laughed as he stood, taking her hand in his own. “The strange and mystical dating rituals of Joshua. Next up on this this week’s episode-”

“Fuck off,” his twin grumbled, stumbling away from the table.

As Jake wrapped his hands around her hips, Violet couldn’t help but watch as Josh hurried his way to Max as the countdown reached the thirty second mark. They both laughed as he nearly knocked Ollie into a group of women in his quest for the fairy goddess. Max lit like a firefly as he reached for her.

The last seconds were counted down as Jake brough his hand up to her face, cutting her attention off from her friend and dragging it back to himself. He pecked at her mouth first in a series of soft and gentle kisses.

“Happy New Year, Violet,” he whispered. “Love you, baby.”

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Top Reasons Custom Cabinets Are Worth The Money

Built-to-order cabinets that you have completely planned and selected are called custom cabinets. Fully bespoke cabinets provide no restrictions on material, colour, size, design or style while semi-custom cabinets do allow for some customisation. Because you may have them particularly made to match walls, themes etc, they are ideal for bespoke kitchens. Among the many advantages of custom cabinets are the following.

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8 Modern Hues for Your Kitchen Renovation

A kitchen renovation is an exciting opportunity to infuse new life into one of the most important spaces in your home. The colour palette you choose can dramatically transform the ambiance, making your kitchen not only a functional workspace but also a stylish and inviting area. Here are eight modern hues that can elevate your kitchens Central Coast to new heights, with detailed insights on how to incorporate them into your design.

Sage Green

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Navy Blue

Navy blue is a classic colour that has made a strong comeback in modern kitchen design. It's bold yet timeless, offering a dramatic contrast when paired with white or light-coloured countertops and backsplashes. Navy blue cabinetry can add depth and elegance, making it a perfect choice for those looking to make a statement. To balance the intensity of navy blue, incorporate lighter elements such as marble countertops or white subway tiles. Brass or gold hardware can further elevate the look, adding a touch of luxury and refinement. Navy blue also pairs beautifully with wooden elements, creating a nautical or coastal vibe if desired.

Matte Black

Matte black is the epitome of chic sophistication. It's a daring choice that can create a stunning visual impact when used for cabinetry or countertops. Pairing matte black with brass or gold hardware can add a touch of luxury and modernity. This hue is ideal for creating a sleek, minimalist kitchen that exudes confidence and style. To prevent the space from feeling too dark or enclosed, combine matte black with ample lighting, reflective surfaces, and open shelving. This contrast will help maintain a balanced and inviting atmosphere while showcasing the dramatic appeal of matte black.

Warm Taupe

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Soft Blush

Soft blush is a delicate and trendy colour that can add a subtle touch of femininity and charm to your kitchen. It's perfect for those who want a hint of colour without overwhelming the space. Soft blush can be used for walls, cabinetry, or even as an accent colour in backsplashes and decor. It pairs beautifully with metallics and natural wood, creating a balanced and sophisticated look. To fully embrace this hue, consider incorporating blush-coloured accessories such as bar stools, pendant lights, or even small appliances. This cohesive approach will ensure the soft blush theme is consistently represented throughout the space.

Charcoal Gray

Charcoal grey is a sophisticated and modern colour that exudes elegance and understated luxury. It's a versatile hue that can be used as a primary colour for cabinets or as an accent on walls and islands. Charcoal grey pairs well with stainless steel appliances and white countertops, creating a sleek and polished look. For a more dramatic effect, combine charcoal grey with bold colours like deep red or vibrant yellow in smaller doses. This contrast can add personality and interest to the kitchen, making it a unique and memorable space.

Mustard Yellow

Mustard yellow is a bold and vibrant colour that can add a cheerful and energetic vibe to your kitchen. It's perfect for those who want to make a bold statement. Mustard yellow works well with neutral tones and can be used for cabinetry, walls, or even small appliances. This hue can instantly brighten up the space and add a unique touch. To avoid overwhelming the room, use mustard yellow as an accent colour, perhaps in the form of a feature wall, backsplash, or decorative accessories. Complement this bold hue with softer tones like grey or white to maintain a balanced and harmonious design.

Crisp White

Crisp white is a timeless and classic choice for any kitchen renovation. It's a versatile colour that creates a clean, bright, and airy feel. White cabinets, walls, and countertops can make a small kitchen appear larger and more open. Pairing white with natural wood elements and colourful accents can add warmth and personality to the space. To prevent a white kitchen from feeling too sterile, incorporate textures and layers through fabrics, tiles, and various finishes. This approach will add depth and interest, ensuring your crisp white kitchen remains inviting and engaging.

Choosing the right colour palette for your kitchen renovation can set the tone for the entire space. Whether you prefer the calming effect of sage green, the boldness of navy blue, or the timeless appeal of crisp white, these modern hues can help you create a kitchen that's both stylish and functional. Experiment with these colours to find the perfect combination that reflects your personal style and enhances your home's overall aesthetic. By thoughtfully selecting and combining these hues, you can transform your kitchen into a stunning and inviting centrepiece of your home.

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Best Gold Coast Renovation Builders

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What is modular kitchen design & its benefits

A modular kitchen is a kitchen that is not built in one piece, but is instead composed of many smaller parts that fit together like a puzzle. This design style has many benefits, the most notable of which is its flexibility. A modular kitchen can be easily customized to fit your specific needs and can be adapted as your needs change. Additionally, modular kitchens are often less expensive than traditional ones and easier to install.

What is modular kitchen design?

The kitchen is an important aspect of any house. But what if your kitchen is too small for your needs? Or what if you want to update your kitchen but don't want to deal with the hassle of a full renovation? modular kitchen design might be the perfect solution for you.

Modular kitchen design allows you to mix and match different kitchen modules to create a perfect kitchen for your needs. This type of design is a great option for small kitchens, as you can add on modules as needed, and it's also a great option for people who want to update their kitchen but don't want to deal with the hassle of a full renovation.

There are three main types of modular kitchen design: custom, semi-custom, and stock. Custom modular kitchen design is the most expensive option but also gives you the most flexibility. Semi-custom modular kitchen design is a middle ground between custom and stock, and it offers more flexibility than stock modular kitchen design. Finally, stock modular kitchen design is the least flexible option but also the least expensive.

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There are many benefits to modular kitchen design. Perhaps the most important benefit is that it allows for great flexibility and customization. With modular kitchen design, you can choose exactly what you want and need in your kitchen and change things around as needed. This is a massive advantage for those who like to keep their kitchens updated and customized to their needs and preferences.

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Several latest trends in modular kitchen design are popular among homeowners. One trend is using natural materials in the kitchen. This can include using wooden cabinets, granite countertops, and marble flooring. Another trend is using bright colors in the kitchen. This can add a pop of color to the space and make it more cheerful. Some homeowners are also choosing to install open shelving instead of traditional cabinets. This allows for more visual interest and makes the kitchen more spacious. Lastly, many homeowners opt for modern kitchen designs with sleek lines and contemporary finishes.

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Custom Joinery in Stapylton

Custom Joinery is the art of creating joints that hold pieces of timber together. It is a skill used to build furniture, cabinets, and other items.

Bespoke joinery solutions can optimise storage capacity, enhance functionality, and complement your existing decor. They can even improve the value of your property. To know more about Custom Joinery, visit the VIP Cabinets website or call 0736204888.

Bookshelves are a versatile and convenient way to store your books, decorations and other items. They can be used in a bedroom, home office, living room or anywhere you need extra storage space. When building custom shelves, there are a few things to keep in mind to ensure they will be sturdy and attractive. First, choose the type of wood you want your shelves to be made from. If you prefer a natural look with knot holes and grain textures, consider Alder or Pine. On the other hand, if you prefer a cleaner look, you can opt for Maple or Walnut. You should also decide how deep you want your shelves to be. USM shelving is available in a variety of sizes and finishes to fit any space and style.

Plywood is the industry standard for bookshelves because it’s inexpensive and very strong. However, it’s not very pretty and must be covered with a trim to make it presentable.

When your existing entertainment unit has reached capacity with DVDs, books and other items, or you simply want to modernise your living room, consider a custom joinery solution. Custom entertainment units can be designed and built in an alcove, flat wall or as freestanding furniture. Bespoke solutions offer space optimization and can enhance your home’s value. They can also blend with any style and decor. Contact us today to find out how we can help you.

A custom built wardrobe offers both storage solutions as well as a focal point in your room. It can be positioned in the corner of your bedroom, centered behind or to the side of a bed or filling an entire wall. This closet system can also include drawers, a tack board and shelves for shoes. To know more about Custom Joinery, visit the VIP Cabinets website or call 0736204888.

PAX only comes in 3 widths so it can be difficult to get a true custom fit in your home. IKEA hacks can be used to make your PAX look more custom such as putting a piece of trim in the back to cover up the seam where the wardrobe unis meet (see pictures below). Another trick is to put small VARIERA plastic plugs on the holes that are visible in the back of the wardrobe when it’s installed. This makes the doors look finished and less like you just installed IKEA furniture. It’s a cheap and easy fix that will add that finishing touch.

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Why Choose Cabinet Makers near Me for Customized Solutions?

Selecting local cabinet makers gives you the benefit of individualised care and solutions that are made to fit your tastes and requirements. Local cabinet makers are aware of the latest design trends, building codes, and architectural preferences, so your cabinets will flawlessly match your interior. With their skill and attention to detail, they can design custom cabinets that optimise aesthetics, utility, and storage to raise the curb appeal and value of your house. Furthermore, collaborating with nearby cabinet makers promotes a smooth and fulfilling process from design to installation by enabling you to effectively communicate your vision and requirements. Overview: Custom cabinet solutions are essential for maximising the use of your living areas and improving their appearance as well as functionality. There is an abundance of options to fit every need and style preference, from specialised options like flat pack bathroom cabinets to handcrafted items from nearby artisans. Explore the advantages and choices offered by local cabinet makers as well as specialised cabinet solutions in places like Ipswich, Queensland, the Gold Coast, and beyond in this comprehensive guide on cabinet making.

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stephenscleaningservices · 7 months

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Unveiling the Secrets to a Sparkling Home: The Latest Buzz on Bond Cleaning Gold Coast

Are you moving out of your rental property on the beautiful Gold Coast? Congratulations on your new venture! However, before you hand over the keys, there is an essential task you must accomplish – bond cleaning. Bond cleaning, also known as end of lease cleaning, is a thorough cleaning process that ensures your rental property is left in pristine condition, meeting the requirements set by your landlord or property manager. In this article, we will unveil the secrets to a sparkling home through the latest buzz on bond cleaning Gold Coast. So, let's dive in and discover how you can make the process seamless and stress-free!

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Before delving into the specifics, let's understand why bond cleaning is so crucial. When you move out of a rental property, you want to ensure you receive your bond money back in full. However, if the property is not cleaned to the expected standards, your landlord or property manager may deduct a portion (or all!) of your bond money for cleaning expenses. Bond cleaning Gold Coast eliminates this risk and maximizes your chances of getting your bond back in its entirety.

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To achieve that pristine condition and impress your landlord, it's wise to hire professional bond cleaners in Gold Coast. These expert cleaners have the knowledge, experience, and tools to tackle all the nooks and crannies, ensuring every corner of your property is thoroughly cleaned. With their meticulous attention to detail, you can have peace of mind, knowing that no area will be overlooked. Additionally, professional bond cleaners often provide a bond-back guarantee, giving you further assurance that your cleaning requirements will be met.

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When it comes to Bond Cleaning Gold Coast, the services offered are comprehensive. Each room and area of your property will be meticulously cleaned, leaving no stone unturned. From cleaning kitchen appliances, cabinets, and countertops to removing dust from ceiling fans and wiping down walls, bond cleaning covers it all. Bathrooms will also receive a deep clean, including toilets, showers, and tiles. Even windows, blinds, and carpets will receive thorough attention, ensuring a truly sparkling home.

Professional Bond Cleaning

While some tenants may consider taking on the task of bond cleaning themselves, it's essential to weigh the pros and cons. DIY bond cleaning requires significant time, effort, and expertise to achieve the desired cleanliness. Failure to meet the standards may result in deductions from your bond money. On the other hand, professional Bond Cleaners Gold Coast are well-versed in the specific requirements and industry standards. They have the necessary equipment and cleaning products, guaranteeing an exceptional result. Investing in professional bond cleaning services can save you time, energy, and potentially, your hard-earned bond money.

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When it comes to selecting a bond cleaning service provider, it's essential to choose reliable house cleaners Gold Coast. Look for companies with a proven track record, positive customer reviews, and excellent customer service. Additionally, consider their attention to detail, efficiency, and affordability. Bond cleaning is a vital task, so you want to ensure it's in capable hands.

Frequently Asked Questions About Bond Cleaning Gold Coast

Q: What is the average cost of bond cleaning on the Gold Coast?

Bond cleaning costs on the Gold Coast can vary depending on the size of the property and the specific cleaning requirements. On average, you can expect to pay between $250 and $550.

Q: How long does bond cleaning take?

The duration of bond cleaning depends on the size and condition of the property. Generally, it can take anywhere from 4 to 10 hours to complete the cleaning process.

Q: Can I do bond cleaning myself?

While it is possible to do bond cleaning yourself, it requires meticulous attention to detail and knowledge of the specific requirements. Hiring professional bond cleaners ensures a higher chance of meeting the necessary standards.

Conclusion

In conclusion, if you're moving out of a rental property on the Gold Coast, bond cleaning is a vital step to secure your full bond refund. Hiring professional bond cleaners not only saves you time and effort but also increases your chances of getting your bond back in its entirety. By understanding the importance of bond cleaning, choosing Reliable House Cleaners, and opting for professional services, you can unveil the secrets to a sparkling home. So, wave goodbye to your old rental with confidence, knowing that you've left it in impeccable condition.

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch.21/41

Chapter 21: Sixty Steps Away

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, unprotected PIV (play safe ya'll!) creampie, anal fingering (female receiving), fingering, masturbating

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Series Summary:

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Chapter 21: Sixty Steps Away

You are curled up with Austin behind you, almost asleep.

“What does that mean?” he asks quietly in your ear.

“Huh?” you reply sleepily

“What you said in french after we talked about my playing with your pussy during the movie.”

“Oh, um…” you have to think back, ”I said ‘yes my King, and I’m your horny kitten.”

“Kitten,” he murmurs, “I like that.”

As expected, he woke up impossibly early. You only knew because he kissed your forehead before slipping out. You were surprised he didn't want to slip inside you when he woke up, and kind of grateful. You need to give your nethers a break.

You don’t see him for a handful of days. This wasn’t unexpected. You throw yourself into finishing the bathroom and you get it done in record time. You send a few texts to him, mostly just ‘look what I did’ kind of messages. He always responds, although not right away. He always texts good night, even when he gets home impossibly late.

One late afternoon, as you are checking on cabinet delivery your phone text tone sounds.

Austin: thinking about our showers, I am so horny for you right now.

Me: let’s remedy that, ETA?

Austin: OTW, prbly 40 min, be ready

Me: for you, always

Forty five minutes later, there is a knock on the door. Freshly showered, in nothing but the unbuttoned shirt you stole from Austin, with a pussy so wet you can feel the slick where your inner thighs rub together, you open the door.

He is on you, kissing you fiercely and kicking the door closed behind him. He dry humps you up against the wall. You fumble at the button and zipper of his slacks. He undoes them quickly, pulling out his stiff dick.

“Oh lord Kitten, I need t’ be inside you,” he drawls. He lifts you against the wall and your legs wrap around his waist. By some miracle of the sex gods, his cock drives perfectly home into you.

You both let out identical moans of “oohhhhhhh” and your eyes roll back in your head. Clearly you missed one another.

“Oh god yeah, I’ve been thinking about you whole way home,” he growls, “always so wet and ready for me.”

He starts thrusting into you, watching the carnal pleasure on your face. It feels glorious, he is so deep you can feel him hitting the tender scar where your cervix used to be. It makes you jerk and moan.

“Is this where you were that night, your hands in your panties, with my name on your lips?” he asks.

You shake your head, “against the door.”

He leans back, hands on your ass, your legs tighten around his waist as he takes all your weight. He turns and slams you against the door, jarring the whole apartment.

“Right here? Where I was inches away from you, listening to you jerk off?” his eyes are burning deep blue.

You stare him right in the eye, biting your bottom lip and nod.

He lets one of your legs down to the ground, the other is now draped over his forearm spreading your lips apart around his cock. He sucks on your neck while continuing his hedonistic assault on your cunt. The door is shaking with each thrust.

Pleasure begins to wind tight inside you.

He tips his head back, watching your face. Your lips are caught in a huge ‘O’ eyelids fluttering, neck tensing. Tighter.

“You gonna cream my cock Kitten?” his deep voice laden with desire.

“Uh huh,” you nod, eyes squeezed shut. Tighter

“I wanna hear you scream my name when you cum baby, just like that night,” he demands in your ear.

Tighter.

“Come on baby, I want to feel you dripping off my cock, give it all to me,” his lips press against the cords of your neck.

You are wound so tight, all you need is one last thing to set it all off when Austin clamps his teeth down on your neck.

“AU- AU-AUUUUSSSSTIIIIIN!” you unravel in a burst of sound and fire radiating from his cock inside you, up your spine, to the sharp bite of his teeth marks and back down again. You push down with your internal muscles and bathe his cock. “AUUUUSTTTIN, YES, YES, YES, AUSTIN YES!!!”

He keeps slamming into you, as you turn to jello. You start to slide down the door, your leg unable to support you any longer. Austin pulls out and guides you down to the floor, laying you on your back, head close to the door.

He strips off his clothes before he knees your legs apart and sinks himself into your soaking pussy.

The sight of him above you; arched back, eyes closed, brows furrowed, Adam's apple jutting out; is sublime. He exhales in a whole body shiver. Then his mouth on yours as he rocks in and out of you. Moans enter your mouth to be returned to him the same.

Your hand works its way between your bodies to pinch one of his nipples between your fingers. He steals the air from your lungs with a sharp intake of breath and pulls away from your face to give your hand space. As you continue to play with his nipples with one hand, the other is above your head bracing on the door so his now harder thrusts don’t jam your head into it.

You aren’t far from another orgasm and neither is he.

“Oh GOD Austin!” you're so close, “keep fucking me, don’t stop,” you are whimpering, begging, writhing.

“Oh no,” he pants, “I’m not gonna stop until I fill you up.”

Holy fuck that is hot.

Both hands are pushing above your head now, pushing yourself onto him as much as he is pushing into you. Your feet plant on the floor and push your hips up, glutes clenched under you in a bridge. He rises on his knees to meet you. Grabbing your hips he pounds into you, over and over and over again.

Passion thunders from his throat as he strains deep against you, every muscle in his body twitching. You move your hips to continue sliding along his shaft, milking his orgasm and so close to your own. He clamps down on your hips, growling at you.

Your hips sink to the floor. He pulls out of you and sits back on his heels.

“Show me that full pussy,” he demands, spreading your labia with his fingers. The skin pulls taunt around your clit and makes you squeeze and shake your hips. You feel his cum dribble out.

“Oh yeah…” he dips his finger into his own cum and spreads it around your lips, following its gravitational path down to your asshole.

You can't stop rocking your hips. Little moans rippling from your chest, begging for more.

“Oh, damn,” he rubs your asshole, “you want me to finger that pretty ass?”

“Oh god yes!” you breath out, “please do it.”

He pushes his cum slathered finger into your asshole as you inhale in short, sharp bursts.

“Oooo, you want me to finger fuck your tight little tail? “ He’s teasing you now, he knows you want it. Every fiber of your body wants it. You know it’ll make you cum, you are so close. You emit high pitched whimpers, nodding your head and biting your lip.

“Oh Kitten, hunny, look how needy ya'ar, moanin’ and whinin' wi' ma finger up yo ass. Maybe you want me t' rub this pretty lil’ clit at th' same time?”

He. Is. Maddening.

You nod vigorously, beseeching him with your eyes, “Oh god yes, I want it,” your hips are vibrating with need.

He slowly pulls out…GOD it feels magnificent. You reach down to play with your clit, but he bats your hand away.

“Just wait Kitten,” he pushes his finger back in slowly. Your eyes flutter, fuck it feels good. Then his other fingers are polishing your clit, rubbing in circles while his fingers spread just a bit. Your moans come out alto, low and guttural.

He takes mercy on you and starts sliding in and out of your hole, rubbing upwards directly on your clit with the pad of his thumb on each in-stroke.

“Oh. My. God. Aus -tin. Oh, Fuh. Fuh. Fuh.FFFFFUUUUAUSTIN!!” You cry out with every stroke. It only takes about 10 and your pussy clamps down onto nothing, your abs tighten and your upper body curls up off the ground. He tries to pull his fingers out but your ass is clenching down around them.

Then the explosion hits. Cum flows out of your pussy as your jerk backwards, hitting your head hard on the door, not that you even noticed.

“Oh Shit!” You hear a distant voice and feel a hand cradling your head. It could be Ausitn’s, but you aren’t sure because, FUCK!

He stopped moving on your clit, You reach down and vigorously rub. You are everywhere at once as the words ‘fuck me fuck me, fuck me” spill out of your mouth like a mantra.

He moves his finger in and out of your asshole. A scream fills your ears. As his finger slides out of your ass, you slam your two middle fingers into your wet pussy and fuck yourself fast, hard and wet. It’s euphoric. Your whole body shivers and thrashes and rolls to the side, curling around your climax.

“Jesus babe,” Austin says, “are you ok?” his hand is still on your head.

You are completely nonverbal, unable to answer so you nod. It looks like another aftershock to him.

“Babe!” he is turning your head to look into your face. Your eyes open and you see how concerned he is.

“Yeah, M’fine,” you manage to pant out as a shiver takes over your body.

He pets your head as your breath becomes manageable again.

“My GOD that was fantastic,” you blurt out.

“Apart from when I thought you had brained yourself, that was fuckin’ hot,” he smiles.

“God, I’m sorry I scared you, I have a habit of doing that, don’t I,” you raise your hand to his face.

“It’s ok love, but maybe we need to get you a helmet or something,” he jests.

“Sexy people wear helmets, yeah?” you jest back.

You clean up a bit, pull on some shorts under the shirt as he re-clothes and tells you about the past few days.

“OH! I almost forgot,” He pulls a paper out from his pants pocket, “here is a waiver, I talked to Baz about you helping me read lines.”

“Oh, so now Baz knows about me,” you smile as you sign it.

“Yeah, I told him you were a friend. Oh! And Tom asked how you were doing and to tell you that Rita was sorry she couldn’t make it the other day and I gave him your number for her to get ahold of you. I hope that is OK.”

“Oh yeah, I should've given it to her that night! I had kinda forgotten she wanted to come by, what with all the....you,” you smile.

Just then your text tone goes off.

“Oh, speaking of Rita,” you say, texting her back, 'Oh yay! She is gonna come down the day after tomorrow, cool!”

You show him the finished bathroom, feeling all proud.

“I was thinking I was gonna dig into the master bath, but my kitchen cabinets will be here sooner than I expected, so I have to start demo on the kitchen and living space instead,” you inform him.

“Ah, I am off tomorrow, maybe I can help?” He offers.

“It would go faster with help,” you ponder, “and breaking stuff is fun, so yeah, why not?” you smile at him.

You two make dinner together, touching often, little kisses here and there, talking about the past few days. He has fun stories about filming as you eat dinner. He keeps talking as you clean up.

He goes to the couch, sitting at the end, one leg outstretched on the cushions, the other on the floor. He pats the space between his legs for you to sit. You do so, tucking your legs to the side and nestling into his shoulder.

You guys stay that way for a bit, just enjoying being near each other. After a while, he tilts your head up toward him. You turn to look him full on, hand on his chest.

“I did miss you Kitten,” he says earnestly.

He leans down to graze his lips on yours. You press your lips into his, responding with a throaty audible sigh. Your lips part, the tip of your tongue teasing across his bottom lip before your lips come together again with a barely perceptible smack. His hand goes to the back of your head, as he dives in for a deeper kiss, tongues playing together. You twist further towards him, pressing the front of your body into his chest and between his legs. You kiss along his jawline and down to his neck, just under his ear.

He smells so good. Jasmine and bergamot but masculine, like that first night you kissed him. You breathe him in.

“I missed you too babe,” you whisper in his ear. He crushes you close to him, your face buried in his neck.

“How are you really?” you ask.

“Eh, I’ve not been sleeping as well, all kinds of jittery and in my head,” he admits, his leg on the floor starts to shake nervously.

“You know, I’m like sixty steps away, less than a minute in fact, if you need me,” you remind him, placing your hand on his knee to stop his shaking.

“Yeah, I thought about it, but I didn’t want to disturb you if you were sleeping or something…” he trails off, looking down.

“Well now that’s stupid,” you declare with a frown. You stand up abruptly, yank him up by the hand and forcibly walk him to the front door.

“Uh, ok,” he is trying to hide his disappointment and confusion, “mm, I'm sorry, I guess I should probably go….?”

You reach into the catch-all bowl on the entryway table and pull out a spare key, pressing it into his hand.

“Here, come and go as you please, no knocking or asking. You are welcome anytime, day or night. I mean it. Even if I’m asleep, just come on in love. Just lock the door behind you either way,” you reach up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

He is a little dumbstruck, “Wow, thank you babe.”

“Good, now that is settled, take me to bed,” grabbing the back of his neck, you pull him down to you, kissing him hard.

“Yes Ma’am,” he pockets the key with a wide smile. His hands go to the backs of your thighs. You hop up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you, mouth still on yours, to the bedroom.

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