by C. R. Marcum
“Alright, I’ll see you in a few. She’s gonna be out of it for the rest of the night babe. No point in sitting out here watching her sleep.” He said before kissing the top of her head.
“I know, I’ll be in soon.” She said turning her attention back to Paisley.
She cleaned her off as best she could, and waited for Drake to bring a fresh pair of clothes. She didn’t have to wait long. Drake came back carrying a t-shirt, a pair of basketball shorts, and a pair of boxers. He sat them on the table and looked solemnly at Raylynn.
“Why did you bring her boxers? I’m sure she’d be perfectly fine in the shorts.” She said, trying and failing to lift Paisley’s head.
“She’s gonna need them Ray.” He replied, pulling her to face him.
“Why? What’s going on Drake, what are you not telling me?” she asked, not wanting to know the answer.
“She doesn’t have anything on under her dress Ray.”
“Yes she does, Paisley wouldn’t dare go out without underwear.”
“Ray, she doesn’t have anything on anymore.”
“What are you saying Drake?”
“Ray, Paisley was passed out on a fucking bench in the locker room and she wasn’t alone.” He started.
“Oh my god, no. No, no, no. She wasn’t,” she sobbed, falling back onto the table.
This couldn’t be happening. Paisley was not okay. Neither was she. Her world was spinning out of control, and there was little she could do to fix it. Drake had walked in on Paisley being… she couldn’t even think it.
“No, it didn’t get that far Ray. I stopped him before it did, but her panties were ripped on the floor next to her, and her dress was pulled up around her hips. If it had taken me a minute longer to get in that room I would have been too late. So yeah, she’s gonna need the boxers.” Drake said, sitting next to her on the table.
“Thank you, for everything.” Was all she could manage to say through her sobs.
“Let’s get her changed so that she can sleep it off.” He said standing.
“Yeah, I’m definitely going to need your help.” She said, standing and using the back of her hand to wipe her tears. Drake nodded and waited for Ray to grab the clothes.
Drake lifted Paisley’s torso and helped Raylynn untie the ribbon that held the corset closed. Once it was loosened enough that it could be removed Drake turned his head. Ray was glad to have help, Paisley was fighting in her sleep, and it was difficult to keep her under control. It took a minute, but Raylynn was finally able to pull the dress off of her. She used the opportunity to quickly wipe Paisley off. She ran the rag down her arms and across her chest. She quickly put the T-shirt over her head and pulled it down over her chest.
Ray reached around and grabbed the boxers. Seeing her like this was almost too much to handle. She was naked from the waist down and her thighs were bruised. Ray positioned the boxers over Paisley’s feet and tugged them up. She managed to get them to her thighs when she noticed the cut. Right there, on her inner thigh was a long, thin cut. It looked fresh, but it wasn’t bleeding. Raylynn took the washcloth and cleaned the cut before pulling the boxers the rest of the way up.
She knew what she saw, but she didn’t want anyone else to know. Beside the fresh cut, on both thighs were scars. More scars than she could count. Paisley was cutting herself, and had been for awhile. Raylynn shook the thoughts away and finished dressing her.
Paisley lay sleeping, dressed in Drake’s clothes on the couch. Raylynn thought back to the times she had found blood in the bathroom, and Paisley had told her it was from a nosebleed. Now she knew the truth. She sat, with her head in her hands, on the table and let out a sigh.
“Thanks for your help Drake, I can take it from here.” She said to the floor.
“No, I got it. I can sit with her. You need some rest. You look like you haven’t slept in days Ray.” Drake said, pulling Raylynn to stand.
“I haven’t.”
“Go rest, I’ll wake you up if anything happens.” He replied.
“Thanks Drake.” She said, wrapping her arms around him. She gave him a quick squeeze before turning around and walking out the front door, leaving her cousin and Drake alone in the living room.
The night air was a welcome feeling. Her body was on fire, and she felt as if every nerve ending was exposed and raw. Her head spun and nothing made sense. She wanted to scream, to lash out and throw things. She wanted to throw up and pass out all at the same time, but she couldn’t. She was out of control, her entire world had turned on its axis, and there was nothing she could do to put things right. She hated this feeling. The feeling that nothing was in her control. This is how she had felt most of her life, this is how she had felt when life as she had known it ended. This is how she had felt when she lost everything. This feeling is what caused her control issues. This feeling is why she ate only when she allowed herself to. This feeling is why she…
“Babe, what are you doing out here? Come back in the house, it’s getting cold.” Jax said, pulling her from her thoughts.
“I just needed some fresh air.” She replied turning to see him standing in the doorway.
“She’s going to be fine babe. Come on, let’s go to bed.” He said, reaching out for her hand.
“Yeah, you’re right.” She whispered, taking his hand.
Jax smiled the sweetest smile and led her through the house. They made their way down the long hall and into his room. It had quickly become her safe place. As long as she was in this room, nothing beyond the door could hurt her. She was safe, and happy and loved in this room.
She sat on the bed and started to remove her shoes, they had been killing her most of the night, but she had pushed through it for Paisl…she stopped herself from finishing She the thought. She didn’t want to think, she didn’t want to worry, she wanted to be alright, to feel alright. stood and made her way closer to Jax, the one person who made her feel safe.
“Babe, do you want to wear one of my shirts or something of yours?” Jax asked looking through the drawers of his dresser.
“Jax.” She whispered from behind him.
He turned around and found her standing within arm’s reach. He smiled at her, just a small smile and leaned back against the dresser.
“Jax, let’s finish our dance.” She said as she closed the small distance between them.
“Babe, we don’t have to…” his words cut short by the feel of her hands on his stomach.
“Dance with me Jax.” She said, reaching behind him and turning on the stereo.
An old school R&B station was tuned in, and a deep sensual beat flowed from the speakers. She turned her back to him and started to move her body against his.
He stood stock still, trying to decide what to do, before the feel of her body against his was too much to handle. She was a vixen, and he wanted her. He knew it was wrong, after what had happened tonight. Dancing should be the last thing on his mind, but she wanted him to dance with her, and for her he would do anything.
She felt his hand on her stomach and the feeling registered in her core. This is what she needed. She needed Jax. She felt the moment change, and with one more grind of her hips she turned to face him. She locked eyes with him before reaching up and undoing the tie on her dress and slinking out of it. She stood before him wearing only the pale purple thong she had bought to match her dress. She began to move again, letting the music guide her hips.
She was a goddess before him, and she was his. He never took his eyes off of hers. He watched as she moved her hips in time with the music, and within seconds he couldn’t take it anymore. He reached out for her and pulled her against his body before pressing his lips to hers.
She allowed him access to her lips as she ran her fingers down his back and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Pulling away long enough to make her intentions clear. She wanted him to love her. She tugged on his shirt and she felt his hands encircle her wrists.
“Are you sure? We don’t have too.” He said search
ing for the answer in her eyes.
“I need you Jax.” She said hungrily.
She felt his hands let hers go and watched as he reached behind him and pull his shirt over his head. She let the fingers of one hand play over his chest and pulled his mouth to hers with the other. She ran her fingers down his chest and came to a stop at his waist band. Without pulling away from the kiss, her fingers undid his belt and popped the button of his jeans.
Everything in him screamed to pick her up and take her, but something deep inside told him to give her this moment. He felt her fingers undo his jeans, and without hesitation he lifted himself up off the edge of the dresser and let them fall to the floor. He felt her fingers trace the band of his boxers before letting them follow the curve of his cock. Her fingers felt like heaven, and just knowing she was touching him made him hard beneath them.
She felt him get hard beneath her touch and that was all she needed. She slowly let her hands find the band of his boxers and eased them down as she knelt before him. She looked up to find him watching her. She smiled as she bit her lip before taking him into her mouth.
Her tongue was as soft as velvet, and the warmth of her mouth on his cock was almost his undoing. She moaned a seductive moan as she pulled him in further, and all he could do was watch. She licked the base of him and drug her tongue so slowly to his tip. He watched as she licked the bead of pre cum that had formed and looked up at him through thick lashes and smiled before standing to face him.
She pressed her lips to his and smiled. She slowly turned her back to him and with one slow, sensual movement bent at the waist and removed her panties. She stepped out of them and without looking back made her way to the bed.
He watched her perfect ass sway as she walked to the foot of the bed. He hadn’t moved and inch, not even to stroke his cock, no matter how bad he wanted to. He watched intently as she placed one hand and one knee on the edge of the bed. She slowly crawled up, her pussy and ass on full display, to the head of the bed before turning around and laying down.
She let her hand find her breast and she slowly traced her nipple before squeezing it just a bit. She loved the feeling, and it sent a ping of pleasure to her already wet core. She watched as Jax fought the urge to stroke himself. She needed him, and she needed him now.
“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna come love me?” she asked, knowing the answer already.
She watched him as he pushed away from the dresser and made his way towards the bed. He stopped at the foot of the bed and smiled.
“What do you want Ray?” he asked, hoping she would want what he wanted.
“I want you to kiss me from here to here.” She said pointing to her neck and then at the inside of her thigh.
“Ask and you shall receive.” He said crawling on the bed between her legs.
He positioned himself above her and used his elbows to hold his weight. Slowly he pressed his lips to the side of her neck, before letting his tongue trace the line her finger had made. His mouth made a slow journey down her neck and along her collarbone. His fingers traced the soft curve of her hips while his mouth found the soft flesh of her breast. He let his tongue play with her nipple before grazing his teeth against it. He felt her back arch beneath him, and the moan that escaped her lips was so sexy he had to hear it again. He moved so that he could give equal attention to the other breast, and again her back arched when he teased her nipple. He loved the way it felt against his tongue, and loved the way her body moved in response. He wanted more of her, he wanted her in every way imaginable.
Jax was skilled. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him while he made his slow decent down her body. She needed to feel him, in every way, but she needed it to be her way. She watched as he slowly left her breast, which made her instantly miss the attention he gave it, but the feel of him kissing and nipping at her stomach made it tolerable. The feel of his warm breath on her bare skin somehow soothed the raw nerves of earlier. Her body responded to every breath as if it were new and unexpected. She watched intently as Jax came to rest between her thighs. He stopped for only a moment before positioning himself on his elbows and wrapping his arms under her legs.
He kissed her thighs slowly, first one then the other before slowly making his way to her pussy. She was wet, extremely wet and he couldn’t help himself. He started slowly, circling her clit with his tongue. He had fantasized about this since the first time he laid eyes on her, and she tasted exactly how he thought she would. Her silky wetness covered his tongue and her scent made him want more. Her breathing quickened, and her moans were soft. Nothing in the world could ever sound sexier than Raylynn moaning.
Jax circled her clit with his tongue adding more pressure every time, and she had never felt anything like it. He used his hands to pull her closer and hold her in place at the same time. He was enjoying her taste like she was a fine delicacy and that thought alone almost sent her over the edge. She tried her best to contain herself, but her moans were getting louder with every flick and when he dipped his tongue inside her she had almost lost it. She tipped her head to the side and bit her arm, to keep from screaming out. She let herself feel everything. She was close, she could feel it building from deep inside her, the sensations becoming overwhelming.
He knew she was getting close, her legs were shaking, and her moans were louder now. He wanted nothing more than for her to cum. He needed her to cum.
“Right there Jax, please don’t stop.” She moaned reaching her hands down and wrapping her fingers in his hair.
She opened her eyes, wanting to watch as he pulled her orgasm from her. She locked eyes with him for a second, watching as he licked and kissed her most intimate place, when something moved in the mirror. She tried to focus on what she was seeing, but her body wouldn’t listen. Jax had picked that moment to slide two fingers inside her, and her body responded by coming around them.
She moaned through her orgasm and the sound was music to his ears. He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers and he could only imagine what it would feel like around his cock. He wanted to be inside her so bad it hurt, but he wouldn’t push her. When her moans became nothing but long breaths, he withdrew his fingers, and without thinking brought them to his lips. He licked the evidence of her orgasm from his fingers before kissing his way back up her body. He wanted nothing more than to slide into her, but he wouldn’t.
The sensation of Jax’s lips on her stomach was more than amazing. His lips like feathers on her skin. She watched as he made his way up her body, taking his time, enjoying the feel of it as much as she did. When his lips finally made their way to hers, there was a need in his kiss that she had never felt before. He needed her as much as she needed him.
He looked into her eyes, and brought his lips to hers again before pushing himself up to look at her.
“I love you.” He said, needing her to hear it.
She smiled a sweet smile before placing a finger to his lips.
“Shhh.” She said, bringing her hips upward to meet his.
“Are you sure?” he asked in a whisper.
Her nod was all he needed. He sank himself inside her, giving her a moment to get used to his size. She was unbelievably tight, and her warmth was more than he was prepared for. The sound that came from her lips was one of shock and need. He was sure his own moan mirrored it perfectly.
The feeling of Jax inside her was indescribable. He filled and stretched her in the most amazing way. She could feel every inch of him and it was almost too much. He had given her a moment to get accustomed to his size before he started to move. Slowly, he pulled out of her, leaving her aching to have him back. He waited only a moment before sinking back into her, deeper than before. It was everything she had thought it would be.
He watched her face for any sign that it was too much. He had been with enough girls to know that very few could take all of him. Slowly, slower than he ever dreamed possible, he pushed further. Letting her stretch around him and watching her for the cue to
stop. The look didn’t come. She was perfect. He had sank himself inside her to the hilt and she had just moaned in response. Her hands had found their way to his back, and she pulled him closer.
Jax had started to move. His expert hips pushed and pulled and rolled at their own will, and the feeling was exquisite. He moved slowly at first, but when her hands had found his back, his pace quickened. This was what she needed. She moaned and moved in time with him. They were dancing.
He wanted to make this last, but with Raylynn he wasn’t so sure he could. She moaned and the sound sent waves directly to his cock. He knew he would have to pace himself or this would be over to quickly. He was intent on making this everything she had hoped it would be.
She knew what he was doing, he was holding back. Trying to give her what she needed. He didn’t know that he already was. Their bodies met, with every thrust and she was already close again. She needed to be in control, to let him know that she was okay. She placed her hand on his rock hard chest and with the other she pulled his face to hers.
“I love you Jax.” She whispered into his ear.
“God Ray, I love you.” He replied before pressing his lips to hers.
She let him kiss her and with both hands free she pushed against his chest.
“Roll over.” She whispered, seeing the look on his face.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Roll over.” She replied, a little more forceful this time.
“Alright.” He said with a chuckle.
He rolled, bringing her with him. She sat atop him her perfect body covered with a sheen of sweat. She was biting her lip and looking at him with the most sinful eyes he had ever seen. He rested his hands on her thighs and waited.
“So, I rolled. Now what?” he asked with a cocky grin plastered to his face.
“Now, I’m going to ride you until you cum. Sound good?” she replied, cocking her eyebrow.
“You have no fucking idea how hot you are right now.”
“I know exactly how hot I am, but you didn’t answer my question.” She said, taking his impressive length into her hand.
