by Hamel, B. B.
I hear the knock and I sit bolt upright. I stare at my door and wait, straining to hear. The sound of the football game wafts up the steps but I catch footsteps on the hardwood floor and the sound of the door opening.
Then I hear the shouting.
I get up out of bed and run. I run to my door, throw it open, and run halfway down the stairs.
Nathan is standing inside, a step or two from the door. There’s a man lingering just inside the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb. I do a double-take, because he looks exactly like Nathan, just thirty years older.
“I know you don’t want to see me,” his father says. The man’s voice is gruff, like he’s been smoking his whole life.
“You guessed that?” Nathan growls. “I didn’t invite you inside my house.”
“This isn’t your house, son,” his father says. “We both know it’s your mother’s.”
“Actually, it’s mine. She left it to me. And if you come a step closer, I swear to fuck, you won’t leave this place in one piece.”
His father hesitates. I can tell the man wants to walk inside, just to be defiant. I guess Nathan gets that from his father.
But he doesn’t move.
“Son, I just want to talk. About the business. I know this is a sore spot for us.”
“How can I make this any more clearer for you?” Nathan says. “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want you in my life. You’re a piece of shit. You deserve to choke on your own vomit. Leave now.”
I stare at them, aghast. I don’t know what to do. I’m trapped on the stairs, just watching what’s happening like it’s a train wreck in slow motion.
“Nathan,” his father says, an edge to his voice now. “I’m not trying to fight with you.”
“I’m not fighting. I’m informing you that you’re a lowlife piece of scum and I want you to get off my property before I physically harm you.”
“You’re being irrational, son. I know I wasn’t the best father, things were hard back then, but I’m trying. I’m making amends. I’m here to make amends with you, son.”
I frown slightly. That’s twelve-step stuff. Maybe his father is sober now.
That wouldn’t erase what the man did to him.
I keep my damn mouth shut. It doesn’t matter if he’s sober or not, he still abused Nathan when Nathan was just a little kid.
“I’m going to say it one more time,” Nathan says, his voice barely a growl. “If you don’t leave now, I’m going to make you leave.”
“This is stupid,” his father says. “You’re my son. You’re not—”
Just as his father takes a step closer, Nathan cocks his fist back and slams it into the man’s face.
I scream in pure shock. Nathan’s fist connects with his father’s nose, snapping the man’s head back. He grunts and stumbles, and the only reason he doesn’t fall down the stoop is because he hits the doorjamb. He falls sideways, leaning against the door, blood pouring from his nose.
“Nathan!” I scream, running down the step, the spell broken.
Nathan advances on his father. His fist is back and the rage in his eyes is so pure, so intense, I feel a chill run down my spine.
“Shit,” his father says, blood running from his nose. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”
“Nathan!” I scream again, running at him. He glances over at me and is about to hit his father again when I jump on him and grab his arm.
There’s a moment where I think he might hit me. I think he might throw me on the floor at the very least. But instead, he lets me push him to the couch. He doesn’t struggle, he doesn’t hurt me. His eyes are burning rage but I manage to get him sitting again.
His father gets to his feet, groaning.
“Get out!” I yell at him. “Get out!”
He looks at me, eyes wide, hand covering his face. “My nose,” he says.
“Get the fuck out!” I yell as Nathan tries to stand. I straddle him just to keep him from getting up, hugging him against my chest.
His father steps back and slips out the door, closing it behind him.
The house is silent.
Nathan’s heart is beating so hard I can feel it. I’m holding his head, his face against my breasts.
Slowly, I pull it back and look down at him.
His eyes are hard. I can see the anger all over his body… but there’s something else. I feel the tension between us as his hands grip my ass, pulling me tighter against his muscular chest.
“Nathan—” I manage to say, before he grabs my hair and pulls my lips down against his.
I fall into that kiss. I tumble into it and I know I’m not climbing out anytime soon.
12
Nathan
When my fist connected with my father’s face, the only thing I could feel was barely controllable rage. It was all over my body, spreading through me like a fire. I wanted to rip him to shreds, tear him to pieces.
And I know I would have. All that anger and rage and shame I’ve been feeling about my mother’s death would’ve come out on him, and I don’t think he would’ve lived through it.
It’s a good thing Grace was there. I think she’s the only person that can calm me down right now. As soon as she touched me, I knew I had to shut it down. I couldn’t risk hurting her trying to get back at my father. I wasn’t going to be that kind of man, no matter what.
As soon as she pushed me down onto the couch and straddled me, I knew what I wanted. The door shut, my father was gone, and I felt her body pressed against mine.
So I took it.
Her kiss tastes like sweet honey. It’s the nectar I need, the only thing that can really make me feel alive right now. God, I drink her in, kiss her slow and deep and taste her lips and tongue. She’s so fucking beautiful, it drives me absolutely wild.
I wish I could say all my rage dissipates the instant her lips touch mine, but that’s not true. It’s still there, smoldering below the surface. It’s like a hot coal in my chest, waiting to be rekindled, reignited. I force it down but, my god, it’s still there.
I need her so badly it surprises me. Her hips move in my lap, her body shifting. I pull her shirt off, almost rough, and throw it on the floor. Her bra comes off next, her hair spilling down around her breasts. I cup them in my hands, kiss her neck, kiss her lips. She lets out a little groan and my cock is so hard I can barely stand it.
I know she can feel my hard cock pressing between her legs.
She moves her hips a little. I kiss her chest and lick her nipples, sucking softly. She lets out a little gasp and my blood’s pumping so hard I can hear it in my ears.
“I think you might’ve broken his nose,” she pants.
“I think you’re right.” I bite down on her nipple, not too hard. She groans a little and I pull her hair, kissing her neck. “Do you like that?”
“God, no,” she moans. “Maybe, I don’t know.”
I laugh gently and pull her closer. I whisper in her ear. “You like it when I hurt someone, don’t you?”
“Shit,” she whispers. “I’m a bad person.”
“Yes, you are.” I kiss her nice and slow then pull away. “But I like it.”
She gasps as I move her onto the couch. I pin her down, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I press my cock between her legs. She groans as I kiss her chest, lick her nipples. I love the way her perky breasts spill to either side, barely moving. I bite her lip and move down, kissing her chest, her stomach, her belly button. I grab the top of her yoga pants and slowly peel them off her skin like unwrapping a present.
She bites her lip and stares at me. God damn, I love it. She’s so beautiful, so damn sexy. My heart’s racing, sending me into a frenzy. I drop down between her legs and push her panties aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy, already glistening for me. I lick her lips then find her clit, sucking it softly, rolling my tongue around.
I pin her legs wide open and hold her there. I kiss her, licking her, tongue lapping her up. She’s moaning, moving her hips and g
roaning, and I slide two fingers deep inside. I love how tight she is, ready to grip my cock and never let it go.
I lick and suck and fuck her with my fingers. I move up and kiss her with my fingers buried between her legs and she grabs me, pulling me tight into the kiss. Her tongue slides between my lips and I fuck her faster with my fingers.
She grabs my shirt and rips it off. I kiss her and let her pull at my belt, unbuckling it, before I rock back and sit, shifting the rest of my pants off.
She drops to her knees in front of me. She’s almost greedy as she tears off my boxer briefs, leaving me naked. I grab her hair as she takes the shaft of my cock in her right hand, licking me all around then sinking it deep into her mouth.
I growl my pleasure as she sucks me. I groan and she takes me deep, sucking fast and hard. She lets out her own little moan, breasts shaking as she sucks me faster, spit sliding down my shaft. I push her deep, making her gag before pulling her back up and kissing her.
“I love feeling your lips around my cock,” I whisper. “I love feeling it sink into your throat.”
“You like making me gag, don’t you?” she asks. “I think you get even harder every time I do.”
“I love it,” I whisper, reaching down between her legs. I find her dripping wet and eager for me. “I think you do too.”
She pushes me back and I growl again as she takes my cock into her mouth. She sucks me fast and hard, losing herself. She’s reckless, gagging, sucking, going deeper. I’m too big, too thick, but she doesn’t stop. She wants more, every inch, and I want her to try to take it all.
I tease her breasts, her nipples, as she keeps sucking me. She’s beautiful, every inch of her creamy and tense and gorgeous. I grab her hair when I’ve had enough and drag her up, pull her up on top of me again, making her straddle my cock. She shimmies her ass, shaking her hips, and slowly fits my cock inside her.
I kiss her lips. “Slide down,” I order. “Take it all. Every inch. Go ahead.”
She hesitates before obeying. She slides down my cock, slowly enveloping my full, throbbing, rock-hard shaft. She lets out a shuddering moan and I fill her to the brim and more. She takes every single inch of my massive cock and I whisper in her ear. “Good girl,” I say. “Good girl. Take every inch. You need it all, you dirty fucking girl. You like when I get violent? I’ll make it hurt for you.”
I spank her ass and she starts to ride. Slowly at first, breasts shaking slightly, but moving faster. I lick her nipples, bite her shoulder, and spank her even harder. She gasps, riding me faster and faster. Her body is so tight and gorgeous, her muscles long and lean. She was built to ride my cock, she knows it as well as I do, and it feels like heaven having her push down harder and harder. She’s panting, moaning, breasts shaking. I love it, I love it so much, my blood racing, my pleasure mounting.
I grab her ass and fuck her. I thrust up inside her and she takes me before I stop and let her ride again. She does the work and I watch her, admiring her perky breasts, her full lips. They part just slightly, her tongue on her white teeth as pants escape.
“Nathan,” she groans. “Oh my god. Nathan.”
She’s sweating, a little dew on her skin. I spank her once, twice. I make her ride faster, growling at her, making her take it harder.
“Don’t stop,” I command. “Take that fucking cock. Take my fat, hard cock deep between your legs.”
She’s groaning, moaning. She wants it all, every inch. She takes it, moving faster and faster, taking me deep inside her incredibly wet, incredibly tight cunt.
I let out a little roar and pull her off me. I can’t take it anymore. My rage fights against me again as I push her down onto the couch, her beautiful thick ass up in the air. I spank her hard twice, making her gasp, before pinning her down and sliding my big cock deep inside from behind.
I take her like an animal. I rip into her pussy, not slowing down. I fuck her hard and rough, my body lean and tight and muscular. I can feel my own skin sweating now as I rock into her, growling deep in my throat.
“I love fucking you like this,” I say as my cock takes her over and over, repeatedly slamming against her thick ass, filling her up and ripping her apart. “I love taking your tight little pussy. And I know you love giving it to me, you filthy girl. You want me to take you rough and raw like an animal, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, god, yes, Nathan. Slap my ass, you asshole.”
I spank her hard and grab her hair. I pull it tight, pulling her up against me. I kiss her over her shoulder and tease her clit with my other hand. She gasps, wiggling her hips, my cock buried deep inside her.
“You’re tight and wet for me,” I whisper. “You love having a cock buried between your legs, don’t you? You want to feel me fucking you, taking you, controlling you. Give me every inch, darling. Give it all up.”
“Take it if you want it,” she moans.
I growl in response and push her down, hair in my fist, and I fuck her.
I lose my mind. I think we both do. We’re sweating, rocking, fucking. We’re going hard, fucking reckless and mindless. I can’t get enough of her sweet pussy and I know I’m going to need more and more and more.
She gasps and I watch her body tense. I know she’s getting close. I haven’t had my fill of her just yet. I pull back and turn her around, getting her down onto her back. I spread her legs and lick her pussy up, lapping and sucking her before I pin her hands above her head and slide my cock deep inside.
“Soaking wet,” I groan. “You’re just dripping for me. You want this, don’t you? You want to come on my big, fat cock.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please, yes.”
I fuck her, ripping into her, grinding against her. She digs her nails into my back and I love it, the pain only makes me want to fuck her harder. I take her tight pussy, I make it mine. I bite her lip and lick her nipples and lean back on my knees, spreading her legs wide, getting them up on my shoulders.
I fuck her deep and hard. She gasps as I fill her up. She presses her breasts together, hips rolling, and I know she’s getting close. I keep going, my muscles tense. I spread her legs wide, ripping into her, before leaning over and grinding deep, kissing her lips and neck.
“Oh, god,” she moans. “I’m close. Don’t stop, asshole.”
I growl in response and fuck her faster. We’re moving together, her hips writhing, my body fucking. We’re tense and working and fucking, and I know we’re so close I can barely stand it.
She gasps, says my name. I feel her body tighten, her pussy clench. I groan as pleasure rips through me and I know I can’t hold back anymore. She starts to come, her body shaking, just as I fill her up. I come deep inside her tight pussy, everything so tight and perfect. I fill her up with my cum and I can’t stop, pumping and fucking her, making her mine.
Slowly, god, so slowly, we come down. I kiss her lips and groan, gasping. We’re both sweating, sticky with it. I collapse onto the floor, sitting with my back against the couch. She lies above me on the cushions, one arm dangling over my chest.
“You should punch your dad in the face more often,” she says.
I laugh softly. “Gladly.”
We stay like that for a while. When her fingers intertwined with mine, it’s like a normal thing, like it’s not strange at all. I sit there, staring at the TV, head ringing with pleasure as I just hold her hand and think about nothing else.
13
Grace
After Nathan broke his father’s nose, days go by without anything happening.
I barely see him. I think he throws himself twice as hard into finding a new job. We don’t talk about what happened and I’m way too afraid to bring it up.
Not that it would matter. I doubt he’d want to talk. I think he’d just tell me to go to hell or something.
At least the house hasn’t been so tense. He doesn’t glare at me every time I walk into a room anymore. I think fucking the way we have been helps, but we’re also getting more comfortabl
e with each other. I mean, I’m used to living here, at least a little bit more than I was.
I wish I could ask him what the hell’s going on. Every time he’s pissed off, we fuck, and it’s amazing. I’m getting to the point where I want to make him mad just so he’ll fuck me.
But I don’t get it. He says he hates me, so I don’t get why he wants to keep having sex. I mean, the sex is really good, so there’s that. But still, if he hates me so much, I can’t imagine he’d want to keep sleeping with me over and over again.
Then there’s another thing. After he hit his father, I was able to get him calmed down, just like after his panic attack. There has to be something going on here, and I just can’t fully understand it.
I wish he’d tell me. Instead, he’s sullen and silent most of the time. We make small talk, a little bit at least. He makes coffee for me. He says goodnight when he goes to bed. Basically, he doesn’t treat me like a terrible stain on his mother’s home anymore.
I still just don’t understand.
One Tuesday, I come home from my shift to find Nathan in the kitchen. He’s cooking something that smells amazing. I can’t help myself, I drift over to the kitchen and lean against the counter. “What is that?”
He looks up. I expect him to tell me to go fuck myself, but instead he smiles a little bit. “Dinner,” he says.
I arch an eyebrow. “I smell that.”
“Chicken breasts cooked with herbs and lemon in lots of oil. It’s really good.”
“Smells amazing.”
“I made you some.”
I stop dead in my tracks. “You… cooked me dinner?”
He gives me a flat look. “I cooked dinner. There’s extra. And you can have some if you want.”
“So you cooked me dinner.”
“It’s not easy cooking for just one person, you know. Even chicken breast packages come with two. So yes, I made extra, and you’re welcome to it.”
I smile at him. He rolls his eyes and goes back to cooking.
