Page 64 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
West
Suttonhasbeenpacingup and down for the past two hours. She’s making me dizzy. She keeps talking to herself, and when I say 'what' she says 'oh, nothing.' She’s meeting Mark today, and I wish two o’clock would hurry up. She’s been in and out of the bathroom like she’s got something wrong with her, and she’s been sick twice. I know it’s just nerves; she’s been like that all week ever since we arranged the meeting. Both Mark and Sutton supplied blood samples to be sure and, just as we knew it would, it came back a 99.8% match. That’s as good as it gets.
Thankfully, Mark is coming here, and Mum, Kara, and North are going to be in the kitchen. South and East have also arrived for moral support, but right now they are having a full-on war in the games room on some sort of combat game with Kara and North. East has gotten fairly close with Sutton and Kara over Zoom. You can never pin East down for too long. A few days at a time is enough before she’s gone again. Video call is our only way of seeing her regularly, but it’s cool. She’s happy.
“Fancy a walk up the hill?” I ask. Anything to stop her from going around in circles, picking stuff up, and putting it back down, and then back around again. It’s fucking mind-blowing to see her so wound up. Any second, I think she’s going to snap, but then she runs for the bathroom.
“Erm, not really. I don’t think I should be away from a toilet for too long. My stomach is in knots. I can’t even keep water down. Nausea just keeps coming.” She looks so sorry, it’s as if she really would have gone with me if she wasn’t throwing up. But even with her dry heaving every five minutes and pacing up and down, she is still the most beautiful woman on earth.
She was planning on wearing her hair down, but her time in the bathroom made it so she had to tie it back off her face into a bun. I didn’t say it to her, but it made her look a little like her mother. I don’t normally see Stella in her. It’s clear that she is Mark’s daughter even without the DNA test. She has his eyes, his nose, even his original hair colour— he’s grey now, but he still carries himself as someone younger than his years.
I often wondered if Mum and Mark ever thought about getting together. Both widowed by their loves of their lives, both best friends. Both are still relatively young and still have lives to live. Hmm. Food for thought, but I’ll keep it to myself.
Yep, she’s still pacing.
Fuck, I need to get her out of this room.
“Come on, Sutton. We are going for a walk. If you need to puke, you’ll have to do it on the grass. I think the fresh air will do you good.”
She nods, grabs her jacket, and heads for the patio doors at the back of the house.
When I first met Sutton, she was quiet and didn’t say much. I could tell she had fire, but she was just the shell of the woman that walks beside me now. She walks tall and confident even though her whole world is in the balance today. Yes, she’s nervous, but she’ll get through it. Fuck me, she’s gotten through worse. Much worse.
Hand in hand, we walk up the hill at the back of the house. I’ve never felt as at peace with the world. In the last few years, I have been in situations that would make you physically sick. Nothing quite as harrowing as Sutton’s, but bloody close. But now with Ralph and Stella put away, it’s time for me to kick back and enjoy life.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She mesmerises me. If I didn’t know better, I would think I was under some sort of spell. I can’t get enough of her. Holding her hand isn’t enough.
As we reach the top of the hill there is a group of trees. It’s where we used to come as teenage boys to have a crafty cig or a bottle of spirits we’d pinched from the house.
Pulling her quickly behind a tree, I push her back up against the rough bark. I smash my lips to hers and start my attack on her flesh. I need to feel those tits in my hand. I need to feel her arousal on my fingers and on my dick. She doesn’t say no or push me away. She pulls me in and begs for more.
One of her hands is in my hair, and her other hand is trying desperately to get down the front of my pants. I can’t help but smile as the kiss breaks, and I start to move down her body with my lips. Thank fuck she’s wearing a dress. I pull her skirt up above her hips and slide my hand between the fabric of her underwear and her soft, wet, warm skin. Fuck she’s soaked.
“You want my cock, Sutton?”
“Yes,” she rasps.
“How bad?” I ask, teasing her. I don’t know how long I can hold back, but I’m trying.
“Fucking bad. Now fuck me, West. Fuck me now,” she bites.
“Okay, Sutton. Hold on tight. Your wish is my command.”
I pop the button on my jeans, and my cock springs to life. I lift her up and position her right where she needs to be and, then, I lower her down. Fuck, this is good, but I don’t think this position is going to be good for her for too long. The bark of the tree is rough, and I don’t want her having scratches on her that we might need to explain.
A few more pumps and I can’t take it anymore; I need to be deeper. I pull away and drag her down to the floor. I lie back with my hands behind my head. “Ride me like a bitch, Sutton. Fucking climb on and take what you need.”
I don’t need to ask twice. She’s straddled me and, positioned well, she lowers herself down. I let her go a whilst on her own rocking her hips and riding me hard. Then, I let her have it. Gripping her hips with both hands, I slam into her hard. Small screams leave her lips and, as she comes, her eyes roll back and her head falls. It’s all I need, and I’m banging her like it’s the last fuck I’ll ever have. I feel my balls tighten and fire burns up my dick as I explode and fill her with my cum. There is no better feeling in the world. Filling the woman you love with your cum and her loving you back.
We straighten our clothes. Our eyes meet, and we burst out laughing.
“Did you just fuck me under a tree, West?” she asks, shoving my shoulder.
“Do you feel better?” I ask, shoving her back. Not as hard as she did to me, but it’s our thing. We toy fight with each other, and I’ve noticed that she is getting better at it all the time. She’s actually started to hurt me sometimes—not that I’d admit it. I want her to be able to do some harm if she needs to. Not against me, but just in general.
“Well, I suppose I don’t feel sick anymore. Not for now, anyway.” She flushes, and I still am surprised as to how shy she can be sometimes.
“Good. Well, we better walk back. You need to get those grass stains off your knees before you meet your dad.” I laugh and set off, running slowly.
