(Mature Chapter)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Song: Do It Again by Steely Dan

When Star went through the pantry to pull out something to make a second breakfast with, she noticed that the tin of Turkish Delights was not where it had been earlier. It brought a smile to her face as she pictured Scary standing there, eating couple of piece, before she left the room. He had definitely earned it this morning, no matter what his original intention had been. Pulling out the box of cream of wheat, she looked over at the oatmeal container and started to think that she may never eat the stuff again.

Scary had taken the pot of hardened oatmeal and was trying to scrape it into the trashcan. Even with his muscles, it seemed like a tough job. Pulling out the eggs and bacon, Star figured that she would just make the same meal as their first morning. As she began to get everything organized, Scary gave up and put the pot into the sink, cursing under his breath in Russian at the item. He then went into the den area and began to straighten up the furniture that had been moved as she struggled during what had happened. She had not noticed that when she had been pulled over the couch, that it had been pulled slightly back with her.

Coming back into the kitchen to stand behind her, peeking over her shoulder at the meal being cooked, Scary asked, "Do I have a couple of minutes before it's ready?"

"Yes, but less than 10, why?" she asked, focusing on scrambling the eggs in the bowl without splashing.

"There is something I need to do and check on," Scary told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and using his fingers to move her loose hair out of the way before giving the side of her neck a quick kiss. It sent a nice shiver over her entire body. She had left her hair loose just for him. He then walked to the front door and put on his shoes.

"I'll be quick," he said leaving through the door. She had no idea what he was doing going out dressed like that, in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, so she just concentrated on getting the food ready. She was almost done when she heard the sound of a car's engine coming down the drive. At first hearing it, she had a quick panic pass over her, but then she realized that it was Scary, bring the men's car closer from wherever they had left it. That was why she had not heard them approaching, except for their footsteps once they were near the house.

Scary came back inside and removed his shoes, placing them on the towel. The scene of him doing such a mundane move brought a smile to her face, as she tried to get the last of the items off of the stove. He had just killed three men without a real care, but he remembered her not wanting dirt on the floor. Fixing the bowls, she actually heard him approaching from behind. She knew that he was only doing it for her benefit.

"Here," she said lifting the two bowls with spoons for him to take, "So, table or couch?"

"Couch," he answered without any hesitation, taking them from her and walking over to it, while she went into the fridge to get something to drink. That was when she realized that she had not thought to put on some coffee for Scary, since it was his favorite beverage so far. So instead, she poured him a glass of milk and herself some orange juice. Walking over with them to the couch, she sat down right next to him. Pulling her legs up next to her, she placed their glasses on the hearth, and then accepted the bowl he offered her.

For the next few minutes they ate in silence, just enjoying sitting there while she leaned a bit against his shoulder, taking more comfort in his touch than the heat, like she normally would, since the house was a nice temperature. When she was done, she moved the empty bowl and glass off to the side, waiting for him to finish his own, while she thought back to what they had just done. She was still feeling a bit euphoric after their incredible session in the bedroom.

Star had been enjoying herself while she had been riding on top of him, but when he had suddenly flipped her over, and then began to move the way he had, Star knew that he had to have had sex before. Scary was so full of contradictions that were just baffling to her. He seemed to have had no idea that he had been sexually teasing her for the past few days, but then he had begun move in all the right ways, touching her in just the right spot to make her orgasm. She could feel her face becoming flush from just remembering his fingers on her.

Standing up, she grabbed her dishes and walked into the kitchen, making sure to not look at him for fear of him seeing her red face. She did not want to have to explain that to him either. How, with all that she had been through, would just thinking about his fingers make her feel so warm? Star began to fill the oatmeal pot with water to let it soak, so that later, it could be scrubbed a lot easier. Washing her own items, she suddenly had Scary's arm, complete with bowl and glass, appeared from her peripheral vision, him having snuck up on her again, making her slightly jump.

"That is not nice," she said moving her hand under the faucet and cupping her palm before splashing a bit of water in his general direction, small droplets catching him on his face and shirt. He then put the items into the sink.

"No, that was not nice," Scary said, reaching around her waist and pulling her away from the sink. Backing her up until she was now resting against the other cabinet, he reached back over and turned the water off. Scary then turned so that his body was before her, his arms coming to rest on each side of her, using the cabinet to trap her inside of them.

"Well, maybe you should stop sneaking up on me, Scary," she chastised him, crossing her arms, trying to seem mad.

"Where is the fun in that, Star?" he said leaning a bit closer into her, his chest now just touching her arms.

"Is that what scaring me is…fun? Can't you find something else to do that would be fun?" she said wondering, no…hoping, that he caught on to what she was getting at. The leering smile that came over his face told her that he perfectly understood.

"I'm sure I can think of something that would be fun," he said, moving his hands so that they now rested on her hips. Without any effort, Star suddenly found herself lifted up off of the floor, her butt cheeks coming to rest on the cold countertop, the shorts not covering anything it seemed as they rode high up her legs. Scary then moved all of the way forward, pressing himself against her legs, forcing them apart so that she had to spread them, willingly letting him stand between them.

Resting his hands onto the countertop at her sides, he leaned in, taking her lips with his, the kiss firm but not demanding, as if he was making sure he was allowed to. She put her arms behind her to keep herself upright, but wanting to lean forward into him. Scary pulled back only a bit, then he leaned in to whisper into her ear, "Care to have some fun with me?"

"What do you have in mind, Scary?" she quietly said into his ear in response. She could already feel her body starting to tingle from him just being so close.

"Do you want to wash the dishes?" Scary asked rubbing his body forward so that he barely brushed between her legs.

With a sharp, deep intake of breath as she felt his already hard member press her nicely sore lower lips, she answered, "No,"

"We could straighten up the mess of clothes in the bedroom?" he asked pressing forward once again, teasing her by now taking her ear lobe between his lips, sucking on it, waiting for an answer.

When he finally released her ear and she could think once again, she responded, "Definitely not."

"Then I can't think of anything else for us to do," Scary was now leaning back away from her. As he went to step to the side, as if he was going to walk away from her, Star reached out with her legs, wrapping them around his hips, pulling Scary back into the cabinet right between her legs.

"What about if I could think of something?" she asked pulling him in tightly, feeling him hard against her warming crotch again. Her legs rested on his hips while she locked her feet together, resting them just above his butt cheeks, making sure that he could not walk away again.

"Are you sure you can think of something?" Scary asked leaning in and placing his arms around her waist, pulling her even tighter into him.

"Oh, yes, I can," Star informed him before finally giving up their game and sitting slightly up, so that she could easily meet his lips with hers. Her heart was pounding so fast, that she could feel each beat pulsing everywhere over her entire body, even between her legs. As they continued to kiss, just as eager as before, she was able to wrap her arms over his shoulders, so that she could hold him to her. Scary began to push forward against her, grinding himself wantonly, making sure that she felt each lunge. The moans that matched his movements let him know that she definitely was.

Scary then leaned as far forward as he could, pushing her down onto the countertop, using his right arm to ease her the rest of the way once his lips lost contact with hers. He lifted the edge of her shirt, exposing her breasts and belly, before he began to plant kisses all across it. Reaching with his hands to her hips, he looped his fingers on the edges of her shorts, and as he began to pull them down, he followed their trail with his mouth. Once her shorts reached the point of the counter's edge, he maneuvered them to slide them off of her legs, depositing them somewhere else.

As she lay there, her eyes moving between looking at the ceiling and watching him, slightly embarrassed at her exposed position, Star knew her breasts were rising high due to how hard she was breathing. She then felt his hair begin to drag across her belly as he continued to kiss her skin. But when he began to move lower and lower, towards her warm, pulsing groin, she began to slightly panic. Never had anyone ever gone down on her. That was not something Kozlov had ever done to her. He expected it of her, had her trained to pleasure him, but she had not been there to feel pleasure herself. She had been there to be used.

"Scary," she spoke, sounding out with her slight panicky voice to try and stop him. She began to lift her back up off of the counter, but Star suddenly felt the pressure of his metal arm resting on her chest, right between her breasts. Without hurting her, Scary push her back down so that she was pinned to the counter, while she felt his right hand press her leg further outward, making room for him.

"It's alright, doll," she heard him say with a heavy Yankee accent, his mouth so close to her, that she could feel his breath on her spread lips. Without another word, she felt his tongue swipe upward over her lips, making her cry out from the unique sensation. It felt like her lungs could not inhale as Scary then began to kiss over her lips, using the same lip-pulling technique that she had introduced him to…maybe? With each tug from him, she reflexively lifted her back, as another cry was extracted from her. He kept his hand on her chest, his fingers gently caressing skin her while fixing her on her back, making sure that she could not leave…not that she actually wanted to.

Star threw her arms up, grabbing a hold of the edge of the countertop near her head, digging her nails into the wood as Scary's tongue began a wonderful assault on her. As she began to squirm from his mouth's encounter, he released her belly and took a hold of both of her ankles. Lifting them up, he placed them on the edge of the countertop, out as far as he could, making her legs spread wide for him.

Even with how long she had been living naked as a prisoner, with all the things that had been done to her, being here right now exposed like this, as her body continued to build higher and higher, Star found herself slightly mortified at being pleasured by Scary. As his tongue fondled every inch of her that it could find, she mewed out loud with pure enjoyment. Just as her body was finally reaching the tipping point, she felt his hands traveling up her sides, under her shirt, until they reached her breasts. Grabbing firmly onto her, he quickened the movements of his tongue.

"Scary!" she cried out wantonly, eyes tightly shut, her nails now embedded in the wood. He then took both of her nipples between his fingers and gave them a firm pinching. That was all that she could handle. As the orgasm rolled over her body, she lost the feeling in her bent legs, causing them to slip from the countertop. But, instead of painfully hitting the surface, they were caught in strong hands and lowered carefully down. Laying on the counter, breathing heavily as her body's spasms became less and less, she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling above.

"Star, come here," she heard Scary say as she felt his hands begin to slide their way underneath her back, lifting her up off of the countertop. Once she was in a sitting position, she felt her shirt being lifted up and off her body. She was staring at Scary, who was now moving her arms so that they rested over his shoulders, before moving his hands under her butt cheeks. As he lifted her up, she used what strength she could find, to wrap her legs around him as he carried her.

When he sat down on the couch, Scary moved so that he was lying down with her body on top of his, her legs moving to slide in between his as he pulled the blanket from somewhere and laid it over her bare back. Turning her head to look at the fire as her right cheek rested on his covered chest, she wished that it was his bare skin, but she was too comfortable to move and make the request of him to remove his shirt. Scary's hand then began to slowly run over her head and through her hair, gently stroking her into an even calmer state. She hadn't realized that she was so tired.

He did not want to fall asleep, but lying there with Star's warm, naked body on top of him, it just felt like the right thing to do. He had been thinking about when she had called out to him, with that tone in her voice, it made him want to never have this day end. He wanted to stay here, and make her scream his name for him, over and over. Feeling her breathing evening out, he knew that she was asleep, so he just let himself drift off also.

Waking up only slightly, he felt Star's body slowly moving over his. She seemed to be going slow, as if she didn't want to disturb him. Feeling the weight of her leave his chest, he felt a disappointment come over him at the loss. But then, he felt her fingertips playing with the elastic edge of his shorts, carefully pulling them down. He could feel her body, her hips, between his legs as she slowly exposed his shaft. Even sleeping, it had not fully softened, due to Star's body nicely rubbing against it.

When he felt her hand slide around the base of it, he finally opened his eyes to watch her. Star was looking up at him with a smirk on her face like he had never seen. As her hand began to squeeze, and then pump firmly at the member, he reached out with his left hand and took a hold of the back of the couch. He said nothing as she continued to pump, getting him harder with each stroke.

Looking down at her, Star never broke eye contact, even as she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to travel the length of him, from her hand to the tip. Giving the tip a simple sucking kiss, she finally lost his eyes as she tilted her head and allowed the entire hard staff into her warm mouth. As she began to suck on him, her hand at the base still pumping, he threw his head back as far as he could, allowing the sensation to flow over his body at what she was doing to him.

Keeping a steady rhythm with her hand, her mouth traveled downward until it reached her hand. As she slid back off of him, she never lost contact, forming a strong suction with just the tip of his head, while her tongue caressed him. Continuing to move like that, over and over, for the next few minutes, he wondered if the pleasure that she was giving him was the same as he had done to her. He could only hope so, and that this was his reward.

When Star removed her hand from his shaft, he wondered why she would do that, but found his answer as her mouth then was able to travel the entire length of him. He didn't know that she would be able to allow all of it into her mouth, but he felt her firmly pushing down, making her nose come into contact with his stomach. The hand that she had removed then took a hold of his balls, slowly caressing them in her fingers as she continued to suck on him. Her tongue swiped over his sensitive skin, pulling his own cries of pleasure from him, so that she could hear his desire for her to continue.

Reaching up with his right hand, he had to touch the back of her head, he had to keep her all the way down on him longer. After a few extra seconds held down, her lips touching his base, he would release Star just enough before pushing her head back down. When he heard the moan of desire from her, just like when she had been on the counter, he could only hope that this was the right thing to do. He could feel himself wanting to release, but at the same time, he wanted her to keep sucking, which she was eagerly doing. Star must have known he was close, but instead of pulling off, both of her hands wrapped under his cheeks, pushing him deep into her mouth, forbidding him from leaving.

"Star," he called out when he finally came to release, her mouth sucking eagerly as his body spurted, his hips lurching forward with every pump, her nails digging nicely into his skin. Collapsing limp onto the couch exhausted, only then did Star lift her head off of his now softening shaft. As he lay staring at the ceiling, he knew this was how Star had felt. And she had shown him what it had been like. Star sat back, against the opposite end of the couch, breathing almost as heavily as he was. It was a few minutes before he spoke.

"You didn't have to do that," he tilted his head so that he could look at where she was lying back, still mostly between his lower legs.

"I wanted to," was all she said with a smile. "Nobody ever did for me what you did."

He wondered how that was possible, since the entire time his tongue had been exploring her it had been so arousing to him.

"When I touched your head…"

"I knew what you wanted and was already trying to give it to you," Star said smiling.

"You are not mad at me?"

"No, Scary. I'm not mad," Star answered while starting to move back towards him.

Lifting the edges of his pants, she pulled them back over so cover him before moving her body back between his legs and over his chest. Lifting the edge of his shirt, Star tugged firmly until it slid out from under him and then over his head, leaving his chest bare. Dropping it over the back of the couch, Star then placed her face over his chest, rubbing her cheek against his skin until she was comfortable. Her head reached just high enough so that he was able to rest his own head atop of it, while spreading his arms around her shoulders so that he could hold her there.

He saw that the fire was dying down, but there was no way he was moving from this spot. Reaching down to where the blanket had fallen at the foot of the couch, he did his best to cover her nude body before sliding his arms back around her, under the cloth, as they got comfortable again.