I love them general theme of âI want to go homeâ in Sinners. Cause home means so many different things for so many different people.
Itâs in when Bo heads outside because his wife wants to go home and his wife cradles him in her arms as they both die, because she told him they were going home and she would not let him go alone. đĽşđ
Itâs in Mary trying to refind her place in the family that raised her but getting kicked out to keep her âsafeâ. She doesnât want to be safe. She wants to be home.
Home. Home for Sammie is music and not the tight fisted hand that his father uses to rule the house that he used to call home.
Home for the Moore twins is also different, because Stack has always denied himself Mary, and Smoke has lived his entire life trying to protect everyone and everything he holds dear. Finally letting go of the tight reigns when Annie beckons him home.
Home for Annie is her culture, her baby, and her man. đĽş
And thereâs the other side characters, like Slim who dies for his home. Not for the segregated life they are living but for the sake of the younger generation to hopefully create a better home.
And Remmick is so far removed from his home, that he doesnât have a place to return to. So inadvertently burns down and destroys the homes of others because he is reaching for a place to call home.
And the native Americans, 𼚠doing good in the world, saving people from monsters and beasts. Never ever forgetting to heed the call to go home, lest they stray too far into the darkness.
Elias âStackâ Moore x Childhood Best friend!Reader
Trouble brews once Mary walks into the twinsâ juke joint, and you just wanna be the girl Elias likes. Part. 2
wc: 6,103
warnings: porn with lots of plot, jealous!dom!Elias, sub!reader, clit slapping, face-sitting, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v, dirty-talk, degradation (not tew much but itâs there), overstimulation (r receiving), rough sex, manhandling, slight tit sucking/licking, marking, creampie (gulp??), language, one klan mention, shitty southern writing
an: HEY GUYS!!! THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC EVER WOOHOO! (ignore how it took me a month to make it, iâve been going thru it man) iâm literally obsessed w sinners so hopefully i did stack justice! do yâall even read these? anyways
feedback is always appreciated n welcomed <3
Your hair was starting to cling onto your forehead as if you were drenched in sticky molasses.
The air was humid and dry; of course, this was a Mississippi custom, but it doesnât help that thereâs dozens of bodies stomping and prancing around.
Though you canât complain much, considering that you were right here with themâdancing as if you hadnât in years.
In a way, you haven't. You havenât felt a rush of autonomy and euphoria quite like this before.
With everyone being nothing but working busy-bodies, thereâs been little to no time to plan big events such as tonight. The lack of excitement has been a major factor too.
Hence why as soon as the Moore twins came back into town with the intention to open up their very own juke joint, everyone was on board.
The pair hadnât been seen here in seven years.
Seven long, cruel years without the twin youâve grown to love.
Stack.
Well, he was Stack to everyone else. But to you? He was still Elias. Your âLias.
Seven years without his lingering touches and pearly smiles.
You werenât the only one that missed him, it seems.
Your sister told you that when she went down near the train station, she was right there waiting for your Elias.
Mary was waiting.
You donât have a clue as to how she knew he was coming home before you did, considering that nobody from the Delta had heard from him except for you. And a letter from him was rather rare.
Mary had nearly thrown a fit once she saw him; it didnât help that Elias had turned down her persistent advances.
The lack of contact obviously sent her over the edge.
Apparently she mentioned their former relations; their connection being a secret to none.
You were envious of this; never jealous, but overcome by a feeling of want.
Growing up with the twins meant that the three of you were as close as can be. That being said, though, they looked at you as if you were their little sister. It was fine when Elijah assumed the role of a family member, but Elias?
Just thinking about it makes your heart ache.
You longed for the flirtatious remarks that heâd give off to any and every woman, a night filled with intimacy plagued your mind constantly.
But you got over it.
You had to. Not only for the sake of your friendship with Elias, but also because of his prolonged absence from town.
Thatâs why tonightâright now, you had to pump the breaks and focus on celebrating the twinsâ success.
Speaking of success?
You making your way over to the bar with your wobbly heeled-covered feet was a success. Surprisingly.
âSomeoneâs been dancinâ a lil too hard, huh?â Annie chortles, looking at you with nothing but sisterly-love, and a bit of amusement.
âOnly dancinâ I was doing was during my cookingânothinâ like this in a while,â you exclaim with bliss through a beaming smile. You huff as you sit down in front of the bar. âYâgot anythinâ good back here?â You motion to the bottles Annie has surrounding her.
âBetter than good,â Annie replies before ducking down and searching below the counter.
You brace your hands on the counter and slightly peer over at the woman, but then she pops up quicker than you can plop back down onto your chair. She quirks a brow at you before placing a bottle down in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â You question; if Annie didnât know any better, she wouldâve thought that it was Christmas morning with the way you were looking at the bottle.
âAuthentic Irish beer; straight from the north side of Chicago. Different from the rest theyâre sellinâ.â She replies. âYour man brought it specifically for youâmade me promise I wouldnât give it to nobody else, no matter how much they was payinâ.â
You bite back a smile at her words; you knew exactly who she was talking about.
âHe fixinâ to be Maryâs.â Your lips straighten, itâs bittersweet.
âThat so? âCause that ainât what I heard,â Annie muses, making you pause. You savor Annieâs words as if they were your holy grail. Was there a chance that Elias looked at you the same as you did him?
You crane your neck and your gaze is set over your shoulderâover at him.
He catches your eye and he gives you a cheeky smile, to which you return rather eagerly.
You hadnât had a single nonchalant bone in your body it seems.
Your shared staring was cut short as Mary forced Eliasâ attention back onto her, but it wasnât exactly a hard task for her.
Something about her was just so easy and simple, despite the ring shining on her hand that matched another manâs being anything but simple. The way that they connected even after all these years made you feel as if you swallowed a jar of mud.
After a few sips of beer, you canât help but let a smile rest on your face. Elias knew youâd love it, and it makes your heart dance.
Speaking of dancing, your dearest friend Pearline struts up to you with a grin that soared for miles.
âWhatâs got you cheesinâ all hard?â You raise your eyebrows at her, making her giggle.
âYâknow the Preacherâs boy? The one that was just singinâ?â Pearlineâs nearly jumping out of her skin with excitement.
âLilâ Sammie Moore? Course I do, why? Whatâd you do Pearl?â You gape at her and hold her hands tightly in yours.
âWellâŚâ She trails off. âLetâs just say, he showed me he ainât a boy, but a real man.â
Your eyes nearly bulge out of the sockets as you exclaim a Pearline! that could probably be heard for miles.
Pearline gushes, âHe made me feel things I ainât never felt before.â
âNot even with your mister?â You gasp.
âNot even close. And thatâs not all,â she pauses before looking around, then leaning in towards you.
âI wasnât even able to freshen up. He didnât want me to,â Pearline whispers.
You shout, then look around in embarrassment at your outburst; you shake Pearline vigorously by her shoulders and giggle some more.
You decide to look around the joint, and you coincidentally catch Sammie looking right at the back of Pearlineâs frame in utter awe.
You nudge Pearline, and she looks over at him with you. The look that she throws his way is nothing short of flirtatious.
âHe looked at ya like he wanted tâtake a bite,â you snicker.
Pearline looks at you mischievously, âFunny, considerinâ he already did.â You canât help but laugh.
âSo, yâthinkinâ bout singinâ like he said?â You ask.
Pearline hums, âMaybe. âM thinkinâ you should too.â
âNo, not happeninâ. Not a chance,â You scoff playfully.
Pearline whines and grabs your wrists. âCâmon, sista! Whenâs the last time you got the chance to do this?â She pouts, and tries hardest to make puppy-dog eyes at you.
âBesides, this could be yâchance to make a move on Stack. Ain't that whatcha been waitinâ for?â She drags.
You falter at the question she poses.
âTonightâs the night, sista.â Pearline murmurs softly.
Itâs crazy how you always get in your head when it comes to him.
The thing is, you werenât one to throw yourself out there just to entertain a man. No, that just wasnât your style.
But Godâtonight? His suit was fitting snug in all the right places, his grills glimmered dangerously in the dim lighting, and his eyes always found yours, recklessly.
You couldnât resist Elias Moore.
And right now, youâre starting to wonder if you ever could.
âYâbetter wrap that scarf on tight, Pearl,â you say as you grab her arm and start walking with her to the front. Pearline shrills and claps her hands with glee.
You saunter towards the stage with a pep in your step and your arm linked with a perky Pearline. Your heels clack on the wooden floors as you come face-to-face with the band and none other than Delta Slim, whoâs now grinning at you.
âBeen tryinâ to getcha to sing for years girl, whatâs with the change oâ heart?â He questions with a smirk, as if he already knew the answer. Youâre sure that he did with the way that his eyes looked past you and towards Elias.
âItâs a nice night, figured Iâd try sum different,â you shrug, trying to mask your sudden embarrassment. Pearline intertwines her hand with yours and uses her other one to gesture to the band. You inhale deeply while looking at her; she gives you a look of reassurance.
The patrons of the juke joint grow silent at the sight of you two taking your stances and the band readying their instruments.
Pearline starts humming and you lightly stomp your feet on the stage, starting to form a beat as the band follows.
Elias feels as if his heart was being weighed down by a ton inside of him. He held his breathâscared that the rise and fall of his chest would make him miss the steady view of you: parading around as if everything outside the joint had come to a halt.
You looked completely, and utterly divine up there; moving swiftly and effortlessly, as if you owned the very ground you were stepping on.
You were absolutely ethereal in Eliasâ eyes.
And heâd be lying if he said that he wasnât falling even harder for his sugar as of right now. He was the only man that could get away with calling you sugar; he knows it, so does everyone else in the Deltaâand Elias canât help but let his pride swell every time he thinks about it.
Your body sways carelessly as if you were one with the words that escaped your lips, but your eyes are groundedâpowerful, even. Speaking of them: your glittering orbs meet his, your gaze nothing short of a vixenâs.
Though, the interlocking of your sights is interrupted when Mary makes her presence known yet again at Eliasâ side. He canât help but sigh at the intrusion.
Luckily, Eliasâ ever-growing agitation fades when the patrons of the juke let out their elation around him. The bandâs playing picks up, as well as you and Pearlineâs voices.
Donât let it shine, shine, shine once more
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
Everyone chants and stomps rhythmically.
âI wanna sing, like I hear the crickets do,â Pearline sings seductively while peering at Sammy as she struts.
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
âI wanna hoo,â you and Pearline sing simultaneously, harmonizing beautifully as your backs meet and you both slide to a crouching position.
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
âI wanna howl,â the two of you sound as if you were straight out of a folktaleâlike one of those myths of the sirens that Annie had explained to Elias once before. You and Pearline then reside in a crawl as you look at the crowd with a sense of hunger in your eyes.
Mary gets ahold of Eliasâ tie, but he quickly removes her grip from himâwithout even breaking eye contact with you. He knows sheâs interested in spending the rest of the night with him; maybe in hopes of rekindling an old flame.
But how could Elias be interested in another woman when his womanâhis sugarâwas looking at him so deliciously.
You grin slyly at him, biting your bottom lip before licking your teeth.
Pale, pale moon, pale, pale moon
âI wanna scream,â Pearline sings, as you mouth the three words to Elias.
Three little words that have Elias fucking mesmerized, hypnotized even. You have him in a trance, right where you want him, and you both know it.
Elias wishfully thinks that the pick up in your breathing isnât just from all the dancing youâve been doing tonight. He bites his lip at the thoughts running through his mind.
Mary canât even say that she recognizes the look that Elias gives you, for she has never been on the receiving end like you have been. Her frustration and jealousy boils over, and she eventually huffs before walking away from Elias, and out of the juke joint.
Elias doesnât mind one bit, and he sure as hell doesnât when the song finishes and you hug Pearline with excitement as the joint nearly turns upside down. Youâre jumping up and down and Elias canât help but smile til his cheeks hurt.
Elias feels a hand slap somewhat roughly on his shoulder. He knows good and well itâs his brother, with or without the wave of tobacco radiating.
âCame out here after the game finished, saw the way she was lookinâ atâcha, too.â Elijah grumbles.
âBreathtakinâ, ainât she?â Elias remarks breathily, not even turning to his brotherâkeeping his sights on you, as you hug Slim and the rest of the instrument players.
âNot âbout how I feel, âs âbout how you feel,â Elijah sighs. This makes Elias turn towards his brother.
âDonât know whatâchu waitinâ on, already been years,â Elijah then pauses before continuing, âDonât be surprised when somebody see whatâchu see.â Elijah trails off, almost ominously, and nods his head in your direction.
Elias follows his twinâs trail of sight and spots you: talking to a man he ainât even seen before. You were beaming, your hair a little frizzed up by the humidity, your lipgloss smudged a little onto your shimmering skin.
Speaking of your lipglossâwhoever youâre talking to decided to rub his finger below your lip to wipe it away. Right now, Eliasâ demeanor resembles the snake him and his brother killed earlier: cold and unmoving.
You glance around the sea of bodies, and Elias takes this as a sign. He starts to walk up to you, but not before having to mumble several âexcuse meâs while side-stepping quite a few peopleâwho seem to not be able to hold their liquor.
He finally reaches you, and he gets a glimpse of you over the guyâs shoulder, who has no idea heâs even there.
âWe got a problem?â Elias murmurs, making the stranger nearly jump out of his skin.
âN-nah man,â the man chuckles awkwardly as he faces Elias.
âI reckon we do, since yâtalkinâ to my lady,â Elias replies, sizing him up as he takes a step closer to him. The man takes a step back in return.
âI ainât know, I-Iâm sorry, Stack,â the man trembles meekly. Elias only hums. The man glances between the two of you before making himself scarce.
Elias stays in the same spot for a beat, before turning and giving you a look that says letâs go, before walking towards one of the back rooms of the joint. You hesitate, before inching behind him.
âSo Iâm yâlady now?â You donât bother to tone down the sass in your voice.
ââS what I said, ainât it?â he mumbles, not even looking at you.
You scoff, âYeah, well, yâgot a funny way aâ showinâ it.â
Elias pulls you into a dimly lit room and finally faces you as you stand before him. âWhatâs that sâpossed to mean?â
You narrow your eyes at him before speaking. âMeans I saw you messinâ with ole Mary.â
âShe donât mean nun to me,â Elias guaffs. âWhy dâya think she left already?â
You roll your eyes and begin to head out the door you just came from. Youâre not sure where this attitude just came from, in all honesty. The moment your eyes met him while you were on stage, it felt as if everything else had faded away, and it was just the two of you.
Maybe it was the irritation caused by Mary that left you in a sour mood now, youâre not sure. You know it wonât be beneficial to you nor Elias in this moment, but you canât help it.
Elias grabs your wrist before you can get too far away from him.
âShe ainât nun, yâhear?â If you didnât know any better, youâd think he almost sounded desperate. You stay quiet.
âAsked you a question, sugar. âN with that attitude of yours, I ainât fixinâ to repeat myself.â His lips ghost the shell of your ear as he speaks, and heat twinges through your stomach. Elias seems to take notice of the subtle switch in your demeanor; he smirks and his chocolate brown irises darken even further.
âIâŚI donât believe you,â You almost whisper, but still meet his gaze.
Almost immediately, he responds with, âWhat I got to do to convince you, baby?â Elias matches your tone, but thereâs still a hint of assertiveness conveyed through his words.
You donât speakâitâs almost like you couldnât, but you release your wrist from his grasp gently.
Eliasâ jaw clenched slightly, but you still spot it. He looks as if heâs pondering his next words.
ââS not makinâ sense, darlinâ. I mean, you were acting like a whore on stage, now you donât want me to touch you?â He cocks his head at you and your lips partâlike it was reflex, and maybe it was. Elias clicks his tongue.
Your breath picks up, and if your mind werenât turning fuzzy, you wouldâve chided yourself for making a fool out of yourself in front of a manâElias at that.
The man youâve yearned for longer than you can even remember.
âI ainât no whore,â you speak, finally regaining your senses.
âThat right, sugar?â You can feel Eliasâ breath on your heated face, and all you can do is nod in return.
âYâwanna know what I think?â Before you can answer the question Elias poses, he murmurs lowly, âI think that deep downâŚ.You are a whoreâand you needa be fucked like one.â
Despite the vulgarity of his words, the way that Elias places his palm across your cheek is softâloving, even.
You press your thighs together through your dress unconsciously, desperately seeking even an ounce of friction to cool the impending heat between your legs.
Elias takes the hand that rested upon your cheek and moved it to the stiff rim lock that resided on the doorâs surface.
Thank godâYouâd hate for the likes of someone such as Sammie barging in and being witness to sin hotter than the Mississippi sun.
Elias then starts to walk you back to the table that remained bare in the dingy-lit room, removing his suit jacket and vest, followed by his tie. The backs of your knees meet the edge of the firm table, making you stumble just a bit. Elias takes it upon himself to lay you down onto the table.
You rest on your elbows as you look up at the six-foot-something man in front of you, and you canât help but swoon. His beating eyes look down at you lustfullyâalmost as if he were a predator, and you his prey.
It made you weak.
Weak at the hands of a man youâd been waiting on while he had the time of his life in Chicago, with all sorts of Italian customs. Your actions are beyond halfwitted, but you make no effort to straighten yourself out anymore.
Elias takes his warm hands and spreads your knees with ease after unbuttoning his shirt, making you yelp involuntarily at the near-abrasiveness. He licks his grillz and lets out a short, deep chuckle; you feel it vibrate your bones, while he aligns himself so that almost heâs eye-level with your warm core.
âElias, waitââ You whimper meekly,
He hums disapprovingly, letting out a firm âmm-mmnâ. He rips his gaze from your thighs to your eyes, âBeen waitinâ for years, sugar, not sure if I can any longer.â He repositions his hands, lifting your dress and hitching it up to your upper thighs, nearly to your pelvic bone.
Elias massages your thighs with an iron grip, itâs not yet rough, but not exactly gentle either. His switch between the two is making your mind reel.
He kisses up from your knee almost to where your dress bunches up as he removes his button-up, leaving him in his undershirt. He then says, ââŚSo, mâsorry if I lose mâmanners,â he breathes hotly against your skin, âBut I donât think I can live without destroying this pussy for a minute longer.â He damn near groans.
His mouth hovers above your clothed cuntâhe purposely breathes in a way that makes you squirm at the feeling youâre unable to run from. As you shudder and tilt your head back, you suddenly hear a rip and you feel a gust of air.
You gasp and look down, where youâre met with Elias looking up at you cheekily, with one half of your panties in his mouth, and the other in his hand.
ââLias!â You exclaim.
Elias feigns innocence, âTold ya I ainât mean no harm.â He then averts his focus to your legs, and he leaves a kiss to your mound.
âYânot gon let me freshen up, will ya?â You ask quietly, already knowing the answer.
Instead of answering, Elias takes his tongue and trails it from your hole to your clitoris, and you puff out the air you didnât know you were holding in.
Elias seems to enjoy your reaction, for he then gives you another long lick.
And another,
and another,
and you guessed it, another.
You press your lips together, muting your sounds, and Elias âtskâs at the sight.
He nips a bit of the skin next to your lips, making you choke on your own spit. âDonât like how quiet youâre beinâ.â Elias reprimands you.
âStop t-teasinâ then,â You manage to huff.
Elias chuckles in disbelief, âWanted to be gentle, but yâmakinâ it hard,â he then lifts you up from the table, and places his back where you once laid. He hooks your legs over the sides of his head, your pussy now inches away from his plump, shining lips.
Eliasâ typical, million-dollar smirk is back on his face, but thereâs something more sinister behind itâyour legs wouldâve buckled if he werenât holding them.
âYouâre a whore, jusâ like I said yâwere.â His southern drawl makes your stomach twist in knots, despite the familiarity. Before you could get a word out, Elias placed you onto his face.
You mewl at the feeling of his tongue swirling around anywhere, and everywhere.
Your clit, your lipsâit was almost as if he were starving.
There was no rhythm, no harmony and contentment, just the actions of a man on a mission.
A mission to make you scream louder than the birds on your farm.
Then, abruptly, Elias leaves a small, yet firm slap to your clit. âAdmit it,â he says between licks. âAdmit that youâre a whore.â He leaves another slap.
You donât respond, too caught up in both the pain and pleasure. Your head hangs back and your eyes are clenched shut, and Elias grows impatient.
He removes his mouth from you with a âpopâ and almost snarls at you, âThought I told ya Ion like repeatinâ myself.â He slaps your clit again, this time with more force.
âOkayâOkay! I was beinâ a whore tonight, âm sorry!â You cry out as your back arches.
Elias starts to lower you towards his grinning face, and you shiver at the feeling of his cold grillz.
Instead of teasing kitten-licks, Elias sucks at your slit and lets his tongue roam freely, without a care in the world. You writhe and whine on top of him, your body bending back and creating a dull aching sensation.
His advances are relentless, and you have no chances of escaping his grasp; he readjusts his grip as soon as he feels you start to slip away from him. You donât know whether to clench around his tongue as he fucks you with it, or to cryâyou end up doing both, and this continues on for who knows how long.
Youâve stopped counting the number of orgasms youâve had after the second oneâyou thinkâbut you think Elias has been keeping track. Heâs muttered âjusâ one more, sugarâ maybe three times now, and you donât know how many you have left in you at this point.
After what feels like hours, Elias finally lifts your hips up, allowing you to slide down and straddle his hips with your head resting upon his chest.
The beating sound of his steady heart fills your ear, and you try to match your breathing with Eliasâ. You feel a vibration as he shakes with laughter. You slightly drag your head up just enough to peek at his face, and he looks down at you with amusement.
âWe ainât done, not yet, peach,â he chuckles breathily at the wave of surprise that washes over your face.
You fumble with your words, âWhat dâya mean? âL-Lias, I-Iâm spent!â You continue to tremble in his arms.
âYâstill talkinâ, ainât ya, sugar?â He scoffs, itâs antagonizing. And before you can utter anything else, Elias flips you around onto the table, so you now lay with your back on the wood once again. Your dress rides down a tad at the sudden movement, and Elias holds your back, lifting you so that he can push your dress up past your breasts.
Elias lowers your back, before leaning peck your nipples. You bite your lip, but quickly let out a moan once he blows air onto your nipples, watching almost menacingly as they harden. One hand tweaks one of your nipples, as the other drags down your rib cage.
His hot, glistening tongue swishes around your tits, as he leaves sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your skin.
He sucks harshly as you whimper beneath him. One of his hands leaves your body and goes down to his slacks, he unbuttons them with ease without even looking, as he continues to leave hickies on your chest.
He untucks himself from his underwear, and you canât help but buck towards his cock in anticipation.
âEasy, girl. Youâll get it when ya prove yâdeserve it,â Elias mocks, you whine in response.
âI deserve it, more than anybody elseâyâknow that, âLias,â You plead in hopes of him giving you what you want.
âThat right, baby? All this yours, nobody else's?â He challenges, starting to stroke his length.
You squeeze your eyelids together, almost as if you were personally pained by the question.
âDamn right,â You huff as you look at him with a sudden wave of fire blazing through your eyes. Elias scoffs with a mixture of incredulity and mirth.
âYeah, babyâalways been yours. Glad ya finally came to yâsenses.â And with that, Elias pushes inside of you, and you let out a broken gasp.
Elias quickly finds his pace as he thrusts in and out of you rapidly. He nearly pulls entirely out of your dripping cuntâand you think heâs going to tease you again, but he then slams back into you roughly, making you cry out as your back arches into him.
Youâre now chest-to-chest with Elias as he continues to pump into you with little regard to your overstimulation. The contact of skin makes your toes curl in your heels. Elias grunts at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and bites forcibly at the flesh of your neck.
Elias groansâalmost as if fucking you were the key to heavenâs gates. He takes his large palm and pushes it down onto your torso, making your sweating body meet the barely-covered, rumbling wood.
You weep helplessly and squirm as he keeps you pressed against the shaking table.
âMmnfââLias! Please!â You cry yet again, but without knowing the reason behind it this time.
He doesnât respond to your watery blabbering, instead putting your legs on either side of his shoulders. Elias slowlyâand almost lovinglyâkisses your ankle, before unclasping the latch of your heel and sliding it off of your foot, letting it hit the floor with a thump that neither of you seem to catch through the sounds of your bodies meeting.
You two damn-near become one.
He repeats his actions on your other leg, but this time he kisses from your calf to your ankle before removing your heel and letting it meet the ground with your matching one.
His hand grips at the ankle he just kissed, using it as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded; like an anchor. He then sucks and nips at your leg, quickly marking just above your ankle with a red bruise, which you know will be purple by the time the sun rises for morning.
You hiss when he bites a little too roughly, and he shows his sympathy by licking at the irritated skin, soothing the tender ache.
âThat feel good, darlinâ? Tell âLias how much yâlove it, peach, câmon,â Elias coos, lifting his shirt up so he can get a proper view of your sex.
You babble through sobs intelligibly, mewling something along the lines of âso so good, âLias!ââat least thatâs what Elias makes of it.
âCanât hear ya, baby. Ya gottaâfuck! Ya gotta speak a âlil louder fâme, hm?â Elias manages to speak through his panting and groaning. You bawl, hot tears dripping from your cheeks down to your chin.
âIt feels so goodâoh godââLias!â You shriek, not caring about the volume of your crying. âPlease donât stop! Please, please, pleaseââ You ramble with a slur.
If Elias ever felt guilty at the way he man-handling you, seeing your fucked-out expression made all his worries wash away at the sight of you: tongue hanging out, as your tears dribble into your open mouth.
Your panting grows more frantic, little âuh-uh-uhâs being let out more frequently as you feel another orgasm course through your veins. ââLiasâcumminâ! S-sh-it, I-Iâm cumminâ!â
Elias firmly plants his feet on the floor, repositioning the arm on your stomach onto your other leg so that he can fuck you even deeperâdeep enough to create a slight bulge in your stomach with his throbbing tip. âYeah, thatâs it. Fall apart on this dick, yâknow yâwant to, sugar. Been dreaminâ âbout it fâyears, huh?â He taunts.
You try to answer him, honestly! But heâs hitting your cervix just right and his abs rub against the backs of your thighsâitâs too much.
Elias thought youâve learned by now that he doesnât take silence for an answer, so to remind you, he gives your spent cunt a more forceful slap than before.
âFuckâYes! A-always been wantinâ you, âLias,â you wail. âI-I never let nobody touch me! Nobody but you!â You exclaim without thinking.
This fuels Elias to quicken his pace; he almost fucking growls at your words, and he tightens your legs around himselfâright now, as he feels himself getting closer and closer to climaxing, he has no plans on pulling out.
He continues to heave words of encouragement as fucks you ruthlessly through your orgasm.
You moan and blabber as your vision turns white, and your ears start to ring. Your toes curl and flex, and your nails scratch at the table, hands desperate for something to hold. Your voice then gives out, as your tongue lolls out of your mouth yet again.
Elias gives you a few more earth-stattering thrusts, before his seed fills your puffy, aching hole; the guttural groan that leaves his throat ups in pitchânearly turning into a whimper.
He pumps his cum into you once more, before releasing your legs from his grip and laying down on top of you. As he half-lays-half-stands against the table, he feels as if a cold bucket of water was dumped onto him.
He can no longer focus on the tingling feeling that shoots from his skull to his toes, but now on the fact that he was the first man youâve been with.
You spent your first time with himâin a rickety building he bought from a Klan member, on an even dingier table.
Elias then taps your face, just enough to get you to come back to your senses. You open your eyes with a lazy grin at the feeling of his seed mixed with yours, but when youâre met with his panicky expression, you quickly push yourself upâto the best of your ability.
âWhat? Whaâs wrong, âLias?â You question worrisomely.
He allows himself to catch his breath before speaking, âYâserious?â Itâs all that he says.
You furrow your brows and tilt your head at him, âBout what? Yâscarinâ me, Elias,â you chuckle awkwardly.
Had you said something you shouldnât have?
A million thoughts run rampant throughout your mind.
ââBout all this,â he flails his hand, motioning to where your bodies had just met. âWas that really ya first time?â He speaks loudly, and you feel mortified.
Your breath catches in your throat. You confirm his worries, your voice softer than a freshly picked feather, âYes.â
Elias takes a step back, and it takes everything in you not to reach out for him. Instead, you sit up fully and push your dress back down to your thighs. You twiddle your thumbs idly, seeking for even an ounce of comfort as Elias pushes his shirt back down and tucks himself back into his boxers after wiping himself off with a rag. Despite his glowering, he hands you a rag so that you can wipe away the slick from between your thighs.
Did he regret spending the night with you? Did he find the fact that you remained a virgin because of him embarrassing?
âWhy you ainât tell me, girl?â He exclaims, âI wouldnât have said and done all that foolishness if I knew you ain't never been with a man before!â
You feel your soul come back into your body. âYou wouldâve been all sweet with me? That whatcha sayinâ, âLias?â You canât help but giggle.
âAinât nothinâ funny, woman! I was all rough with you ânââ You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him closer to you. You fold your arms around his neck, and you feel his hands drift down to your waist and squeeze lightly. Your nose nudges his, his breath fans your face as yours does his.
You break the kiss when you feel yourself losing your breath, and you gaze at Elias lovingly.
âYou were perfect, I couldnât imagine it any other way,â you whisper.
âWell for starters, could've gotten you a bed in the house âstead of a table in this dark ass room,â Elias grumbles.
You grin, âI think the lightinâ was just fine. Added ambience ân all that.â Elias pouts, and you peck his lips.
âI donât care âbout the details, âLias. Long as it was with you.â Your tone is as sweet as the finest honey in Clarksdale, and it pulls on Eliasâ heartstrings.
âYâreally waited all these yearsâŚ.For me?â He whispers.
âCourse I did, couldnât imagine beinâ with anybody else.â You speak just as softly. You recognize the guilt that crosses his face, despite his best efforts to mask it with his bravado. âDonât feel guilty, please. I donât blame you for nun.â You caress his hair. Silence fills the room as Elias deciphers what to say, you just hold him tenderly until heâs ready.
âI-I love ya, more than yâknow, sugarâŚâ He trails off before finishing his sentence, âI jusâ want ya to know that. I have since we was young.â He looks at you with adoration and love in his eyes.
âI love you too, Elias Moore. Have since you stood up to my daddy on his farm fâme when we was seven.â
He smiles, but itâs tight lipped, making you frown. âJusâ wish I couldâve admitted it sooner. Then this wouldâve went down differentlyâwouldâve been better.â He sulks.
You take your thumb and index finger and pluck his lips, making him shout âhey!â with a laugh.
âStop beatinâ yâself up, Elias. I told you, Iâm perfectly happy here, right now. Ainât nun gonâ change that a bit.â You scold him.
âIf ya stop all that moppinâ, Iâll let ya try again tomorrow, however yâwant,â you giggle mischievously. Eliasâ eyes light up almost immediately, the way he perks up reminds you of a puppy that was just given a treat.
Elias roars with laughter and squeezes you, before lowering you back down onto the table, he presses nearly all of his weight onto you.
You squeal and cackle as he tickles your sides, ââLias!â
You lay wrapped up with Elias, you felt as if you could lay there forever, and honestly in this moment, you wanted to.
Clarity and revelations do the body good.
Everything was good.
Until you heard a commotion on the other side of the door.