I have no time to respond. He pulls me close and everything and everyone around us disappears.
We are outside, between the two buildings he found me and Cole in yesterday. He walks me back. I stop once my back hits the hard brick wall. He has me pushed against it. His hand grips the side of my neck, pulling it to the side, exposing my flesh to him. He leaves heated kisses up and down my skin. My eyes close and I moan in pure, erotic euphoria. His other hand grips my hip. I involuntarily buck towards him.
“I want you. I want you. I need you, sweet Emilia,” he begs between kisses.
I want to be upset with him, with what he just did, but I can’t. I am forgetting… the memory is growing fainter by the second. His touch is all I feel, all I can think about. Maybe it’s the bond. Maybe it’s him. I don’t know. All I know is, I can’t refuse him. The urge to be close is too strong.
He pulls our lower halves together. I can feel his erection as he grinds it against my core. The sensation is too much. I am squeezing hard, trying to subdue the ache.
“I need you Emilia. I need you,” he whimpers.
He’s in pain. Not literal pain, but sexual. I feel it too buddy. I feel it so much. He needs me and I need him. I want to help him. I hate seeing him in pain. I need to do something... I would do anything for him, and I know just the thing.
I run my hands up under his shirt and caress his body. He enjoys my touch. He enjoys the tingles. Slowly, my hand changes direction and travels south. I hear him sigh heavily and he trembles. My fingers slide just under the waistband of his pants, and I feel him bite my neck. I release a deep moan.
“Fuck. Austin…”
“Yes Emilia. Keep going,” he agonizingly whispers in my ear. I want to please him. I want to give him any sort of relief I can give him.
My hand moves lower. The tips of my fingers reach a stubbly patch of thick hair. I continue my exploration, until I find my treasure. His hardened erection is swollen and pressed against the material of his tight pants. I attempt to wrap my hand around it. He instantly moans against my neck and thrusts his member into my hand. He’s so big. My hand is too small to wrap around it, but that doesn’t stop me. I grip the warm, pulsating appendage and begin gently stroking it.
“Emilia. Emilia. Yesss. Ahh yes,” he moans, thrusting a little faster.
There’s barely any room to move beneath his pants but I’m trying. Suddenly, he’s working fast, at unbuttoning his pants. His hand then joins mine below and he pulls his member upwards. He lowers his pants and briefs, now giving me more room to pleasure him. I begin stroking him faster.
“Yes Emilia. Yesss,” he moans, against my skin.
His hand on my hip moves below. He begins to unbutton my jeans and unzip them. I gasp once his hand slides down under my panties. He cups me and I crumble.
“Your body wants me. It craves me. I crave you, sweet Emilia. I need you,” he purrs.
I’m eagerly grinding against his hand. Needing more friction, more pleasure. His finger separates my folds, sliding slowly down until it finds its way to my entrance.
“I need you,” he says, just as his finger slides inside me.
“Huhhh!” I gasp. “Austin...” I moan. I forget that I’m stroking him and stop for a moment.
“Please don’t stop,” he begs. That’s the first time he’s ever said please. Now I know he’s desperate. I pick back up my rapid stroking, gripping his long, thick warm shaft tighter.
He continues kissing my neck, then licking it from base to top, just as he thrusts his finger slowly inside me. His hand grips the side of my neck even tighter and pulls.
His jaw is stretched, mouth wide. I feel his teeth gently bite into my flesh.
“You don’t know how bad I want to taste you,” he painfully enlightens.
“Do it,” I urge him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking. There is more than one way to taste you,” he says.
Another finger joins him below. I clench in pleasure at the fullness. They move together, pounding into me.
We are moving in unison. Our rhythm is in sync as we both pleasure one another with a maddening need for release.
“Ohh God!” I moan.
“Emilia…” he moans. “I want to be inside you,” he whispers into my ear. “I need to be,” he begs. Oh my God. Yes... yes. Please!
His hungry kisses trail down my neck, pass my collarbone. He pulls my shirt down, exposing one of my breasts. Pulling my bra aside, he kisses my skin and licks my nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue. His mouth covers it whole and he sucks, circling the tip of my nip with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh Austin. Yes. Mmmh. Yes...” I am panting hard. My eyes are closed, and I am enjoying everything he is doing to me.
His mouth releases my breast, replacing his tongue with his hand, and squeezes.
“I enjoy these,” he breathlessly says.
“Boobs?” I question.
“Yes,” he says. Has he never touched one before me?
“Are my boobs the first boobs you’ve ever touched?” I ask, under a heated tone.
“Yes,” he admits. I open my eyes.
“Really?” He gazes at me with this look of innocence. I notice he is panting just as hard as I am.
“That surprises you?” he asks.
“I just— I assumed...” I begin to say.
“That I have touched another? I told you. I have waited all my life for you,” he reminds me.
“I didn’t realize you meant—" He doesn’t let me finish.
“Shh.” He quiets me as he presses his finger to my lips. I gasp when I feel him add a third finger inside me.
“Austin!” I shout. He eyes me intensely as his thrusting picks up, sending my body bouncing with each earth shattering, pound.
“Oh fuck! Oh, Austin. Austin…” I moan, panting. I grip him even tighter and stroke faster. He matches my speed and I can feel it. We are both there. Both so close to reaching that pure moment of ecstasy.
“Uhhh. Ohh Emilia,” he moans. He’s close. His veiny member is throbbing, pulsating under my hand. I know he’s close. I’m close. Ahhh! I can’t take much more. I can’t—
My eyes close. I bite my bottom lip, until my mouth opens, and I scream out my orgasm.
“Ahhhhhh! Yesss! Yes!” I release a warm flood of wetness against his fingers, all while he continues thrusting.
Not even a second after, his member jerks into my hands and his mouth opens in the shape of an O over my skin. He bites me again and it’s the perfect balance between pleasure and pain.
“Uhhhh! Ohhh! Mmmh!” he moans loudly, while his forehead rests on top my shoulder.
His hot release, flows down, over my tight grip, and it just keeps flowing. I continue pumping him, until he is no longer convulsing and when he stops, is when I finally let go. My hand drops to my side, before I go to wipe it on the wall behind me.
“You feel me Emilia. I feel you. You enjoy my touch. You enjoy me inside you.” His fingers pound up into me. I grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life, so I don’t fall.
I can feel another orgasm building.
“Oh Austin! Ohh God! Oh— Fuuu—"
“I’m going to give you my fire and you will take it, Emilia.” His fingers begin to heat.
I can feel it. The fire that radiates from his fingers. It courses through me, up inside every vein.
“Oh God. I feel it. Oh Austin. It’s so hot!” I shout.
“Take it! Feel me!” he roars, as he releases a rush of heat. The heat wave courses through me and I scream out another orgasm in a rage of ecstasy.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I can feel myself gush with wetness.
His fingers halt with their thrusting but continue sliding slowly within. My head falls on his shoulder and I rest, while trying to catch my breath. He withdraws his fingers and holds my head against him while his other one caresses my back.
“There, there. It’s almost complete. We’re so close now. So close,” he coos. I can’t sp
eak. Can’t move. Can’t do anything but breathe.
“What the fuck!” I hear a girl shout from beside us. My heavy head turns. Van and Cole...
“Va—" I try to say her name but I’m too weak. Too exhausted. My eyes close and my head falls against Austin’s chest.
“Shh. Rest my sweet,” he coos. He kisses my head and caresses the back of it, while holding it against him.
“What the fuck is going on? What did you do to her?” Cole angrily shouts. I feel Austin sit me down gently and lay my head against the wall. My eyes remain closed, but I can still hear everything around me.
“I’ll be right back, sweetness. Just rest,” he tenderly tells me. He gives me one more kiss on the head, before leaving me.
I somehow find the strength to turn my head towards Van and Cole and barely open my eyes to see.
Austin is slowly approaching them. Van and Cole look nervous, scared even.
“Stay back you freak!” Cole yells. “Don’t you come near us!” But Austin doesn’t listen. He only continues stalking towards them.
“Emilia!” Van screams.
“V— Va—” I try to say. I attempt to reach my heavy arm towards her. I try to reach for her, but my arms falls… “My friend. Don’t hurt my friend.” I don’t know if I’ve said that out loud or if I had only spoke it in my mind.
“Emilia! Do something!” she screams again. I try to open my mouth. I try…
My heavy eyes struggle to remain open. Everything is becoming blurry. The world around me is fading...
“Stop!” Cole yells.
My eyes shut.
“Em!” Van screams.
And then everything goes completely... silent...
I open my eyes. I’m in my bedroom. I’m in my bed. I let out a tired sigh. My head turns towards my window. It’s daylight. I eye my alarm clock, 4:54pm. What day is it?
My mind seems blank. I feel as though I am forgetting something. What am I forgetting? Who am I forgetting?
A knock on my door adverts my attention.
“Come in,” I say as I sit up in bed. Mom enters.
“Are you feeling any better honey?” she asks. Am I sick? I don’t feel sick. Tired? Yes, but sick, no.
“Umm. I’m just tired,” I say.
“Austin was really worried about you. So was I when he brought you home,” she says. Who?
“Austin?” I ask. My mom’s head tilts to the side.
“Yeah... Austin. The cute boy you’re seeing,” she comments.
What? My mind hits a black wall as it works to remember. Anxiety instantly floods my entire being. I’m panting and breathing hard. Why can’t I remember? Why can’t I remember anything? My mind wants me to remember, but I can’t. It was as if my entire mind was erased. There is nothing, yet there is something. What is it? A feeling?
An emotion. What kind of emotion? My bottom lip begins to quiver. My eyes began to gloss over. What is this? Fear? Sadness? Hurt? Whatever it is, it is overwhelmingly strong. Unbearable even. I don’t understand it.
“Mom...” I cry. She comes rushing towards me in an instant, joining me on the bed beside me. She envelopes me in a warm hug, holding me close.
“Honey... what is it? What’s wrong?” she worriedly asks.
“I don’t know,” I cry. My mind is completely blank and that scares me.
“It’s okay Em. Mommas got you. Everything is going to be alright. It’s been such a stressful week. I wish you didn’t have to go through this. Your father and I wish we could leave and take you away from all this horror and never look back. I’m so sorry honey,” she says.
Leave. She wants me to leave. No. I can’t. Why can’t I? I don’t know why, but I know I can’t. I can’t leave. I need to stay. I can’t leave. I can’t.
“I called your father. He’s going to come home early. We were thinking, if you’re feeling up for it, we can take you Van and Cole out to Tony’s Pizza Place. You can invite Austin too if you want.”
Van... Van is my friend. So is Cole. They are my friends. My best friends. I remember them. I know them.
“Okay,” I say, but Austin... who is Austin?
“Okay. Great. I’ll tell your father. I already texted Vans mom. She said Van and Cole said they will meet us there. Do you want to invite Austin?” she asks.
I give her a blank, confused stare.
“Or not. That’s fine too. It can just be the old squad.” I gaze mindlessly at the patterns on my bedsheet, over my legs, as she talks. “We’re leaving at six, so make sure you’re ready by then. I think we can all use a fun night out. We need some normalcy in our lives, and I think some pizza and good company will do just the trick.”
My mom pulls my head towards her and kisses my cheek, before she gets up and walks away, leaving my room. I’m still staring at the flower pattern on my bedsheet.
I think I’ve lost my mind...
CHAPTER 17 - REMEMBER ME
My mom, dad and I pull up to Tony’s. I step out of the car and see Van and Cole waiting just outside. I walk up to greet them. For some reason, they look just as mindless as I do.
“Heyyy,” I say to them.
“Hey girl,” Van greets as she gives me a hug. She’s not as energetic, as she normally is. This whole murder thing must be getting to her too.
“What’s up babe?” Cole greets, just as he pulls me in for a hug. I smile lightly and hug him back even tighter.
For some reason, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve last seen each other. When was the last time we talked? When was the last time we touched? Oh. Right. That night at the party. Guilt hits me hard. Van… she doesn’t know about us. Maybe she won’t notice. We always aim to keep our hugs light when were around her. Especially our hidden smiles and secret touches.
“Let’s go in and grab us a table,” says my cheery dad. Cole and I release each other, almost immediately.
We all walk in and get seated together at a table.
“You three are awfully quiet tonight,” mentions my mother. We all glance at one another. No one says anything.
Cole, seated to my right, lightly traces his finger along the side of my thigh, under the table. I bite my bottom lip, to hide my shy smile. Before Van has the opportunity to notice, I lift his hand and place it on his own thigh, but then he just interlaces our fingers and holds my hand where it is.
“What’s up with you three? Normally we can’t get you all to shut up when you’re together?” asks my dad.
“Umm. I’m not sure,” says Van. “I’m just a bit tired.”
“Me too,” says Cole.
“I think it’s just this week Todd. You know, with everything that’s gone on,” my mom says to my dad.
“Oh. Right. Yeah. You poor kids are probably traumatized. I really hope they catch the son of a bitch soon,” my dad says.
“Todd!” my mother warns.
“What?” he laughs. “They’re basically adults babe. Barely a year from eighteen. They can handle cursing,” he says.
“I’m eighteen,” Cole comments.
“Me too,” says Van.
“I got a few months,” I add.
“See,” my dad tells my mom. She huffs and rolls her eyes.
“Well I’m ready to order, so how about we do that?” mom asks. We all nod in silence.
Van, Cole and I remain quiet throughout the course of dinner, while mom and dad do most of the talking. I’ve never felt more zombie like, as I sit here in my seat with this constant, nagging feeling, deep within my gut. It’s a faint feeling, but it’s here. I can feel it. It calls out to me. It wants to be heard. To be acknowledged.
I am missing something... I yearned for it. Needed it. Missed it. What is it? The more I thought about it, the more my anxiety grew. Suddenly, I’m struggling to breathe and then begin hyperventilating.
I jump up from my seat.
“I need air,” I say, just before running away, towards the entrance doors. I push the front doors open, storming outside and then run around,
to the back of the building. I lean towards the wall, palms resting against the surface.
I am panting, struggling to grasp enough air to breathe. My lungs struggle to expand. I’m not taking in any air. I’m suffocating. I grasp at my throat, holding it as if my hands can somehow fix my need to breathe.
I am becoming dizzy. Too dizzy to stand. I drop, and fall on my back, still grasping my throat.
“Em!” Shouts a near voice. “Help,” I want to say but cannot.
I suddenly see Cole kneeling over me with panicked eyes.
“Fuck! Em! Shit!” He pulls at his hair in stress. “Breathe babe, breathe. You need to breathe,” he urges but his words are useless. I can’t.
“Fuck!” he screams. “Let go of your throat. I’m going to try to breathe into your mouth,” he tells me.
Hips lips are on mine in an instant. I’m met with a quick flash of a memory. It’s quick, but there’s a woman. She’s in the same room as us… Cole blows air into me, filling my lungs.
“Exhale Emilia!” He pulls away and presses his palms against my chest and pushes down. I exhale. He repeats blowing air into my lungs. The flash is back. I see her again. Who is she? She’s beautiful. No. Stunning.
He pushes down on my chest again and I exhale.
“Fuck Emilia. You need to breathe babe. Breathe damnit!” he worriedly demands. He goes in again, pressing his lips to mine. I see her again. She moves towards us. Her hand out stretches. Her mouth begins to open. She speaks—
“What the fuck!” Cole shouts as he is abruptly pulled off me. My head tilts back and I see a tall figure tower over me. My mouth is open, still grasping for air as my hands go to grip my neck once again.
“She can’t breathe! Help her!” Cole shouts from the ground, behind the tall boy.
The boy squats down and sits. He lifts me, pulling me on his lap. He cradles me in his arms and places a hand over my throat.
“Breathe,” he says and if by magic, my throat opens, and I inhale deeply.
“Huhhh!” I exhale shakily but I am breathing once again. I am panting but breathing.
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