Rock Bottom

by K. Webster

  My lady.

  Her dark hair is wild, piled chaotically on top of her head. Dark, tired circles rim her eyes, which look red from crying. I watch sadly as her lip quivers.

  I did this to her.

  “Where is it?” she hisses and pushes past me.

  At first, I’m too shocked to respond, but when she bounds up the stairs, I slam the door and trot after her. She’s already yanking open drawers in my room when I enter the threshold. The woman is manic.

  I did this to her.

  “What are you looking for?” I demand.

  I know what she’s looking for, but I thought I’d ask anyway.

  “The drugs, dipshit. Where the fuck are they?” she snarls just as she wrenches open my bedside table.

  I cringe when she sees my smorgasbord of drugs.

  Glaring at me, she grabs the pill bottles and marches into the bathroom. I sigh and make my way over to the bed to sit down. Flush after flush, trip after trip, she finally rids my drawer of all of my narcotics. She even flushed my weed.

  “What else?” she screeches, her hands flailing wildly.

  “That’s it. I’m sorry, Nora.”

  Her lip quivers again, but she bites down on it to keep it from moving. Tears roll down her cheeks as she fucking attacks me. She gets a few hits on my chest before I get ahold of her wrists and stop her. This only serves to fuel her rage and she struggles wildly to get free.

  “Nora, stop!” My voice booms and she flinches.

  She fucking flinches.

  When I release her, she collapses into my arms in a heap of sobs. Wrapping my arms around her, I ease her into the bed with me. Then I pull her against my chest and hold her while she cries uncontrollably.

  As she sobs, I stroke her messy-ass hair, trying to tame it a bit. After several minutes, she calms down aside from the occasional hiccup or sniffle.

  “I’d ask you why you’re crying, but right now, I’m more concerned as to why you’d think it was okay to leave the house with hair looking like that,” I joke. My joke feels inappropriate, but she giggles, which makes me smile.

  “My hair is pretty,” she assures me.

  I gently tug at it so that her head lifts and I can see her face. “Do you even have mirrors in your house?” I laugh. This time, it’s genuine.

  “Yes, asshole. The messy look is in right now.”

  I chuckle as I haul her closer to me. “I missed you and your messy fucking hair.”

  Her eyes flutter closed. She’s clearly upset as hell, but I’ll make it better.

  Brushing my lips against her soft ones, I murmur, “I also missed these lips, little lady.”

  She parts them and I kiss her gently. I love that she always tastes like she’s been eating candy. So fucking sweet. Her lips attack mine as she urgently attempts to make up for lost time. When she straddles me, I laugh.

  “Slow down, killer.” My hands squeeze her hips and she winces. Instantly, my body tenses and I break our kiss. “What happened, Nora?”

  Tears well in her eyes again. Her lip is trembling badly at this point. Something else is going on with her.

  “Something happened at work,” she whispers as the tears spill out.

  My chest tightens as anger blasts through my body. “The club?”

  When she nods, I want to fucking punch another hole through my wall. But right now, I have this sweet little ray of sunshine looking every bit the cloudiest fucking day straddling my body.

  “What happened?” I growl, low and intense. I know that whatever she is about to tell me is going to make me lose fucking control.

  “Lola set me up. She took an obscene amount of money to allow these two thugs a special VIP session with me. It ended badly.”

  If it weren’t for the angel sitting on my hips, I’d already be in my car on the way to that club, out for blood.

  “Did they rape you?”

  I listen, only becoming more and more enraged as she tearfully recounts every detail of the horrific night. My body ripples with fury as I tried to contain myself from snapping and going after those bastards. When she finishes, I pull her to me and kiss her softly.

  “Show me please,” I order gently.

  She nods and grabs the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her head before tossing it to the floor. My eyes skim every part of her in a nonsexual way as I tally up the marks. I slide my palms up her bare thighs and gently stroke my thumbs across the bruises on her hips.

  “Here?”

  She nods.

  I leave one hand running soft circles while the other slides up her taut stomach. My hand cups her breast and my thumb traces the purple hickey on the inside of her tit.

  “And here?”

  She nods again.

  I want to make this woman better. My woman. My lady.

  My eyes find hers and I regard her thoughtfully. “I want to kiss them.”

  The fear from her eyes dissipates as something more heated takes its place. “Please do.”

  Sitting up with her in my lap, I flip her gently to where she’s now underneath me. I’m trying my damnedest to ignore my throbbing cock as I finally take the time to admire her almost naked body. She’s wearing the cutest black boy-short panties. I’m used to seeing thongs—or nothing for that matter—on the chicks I normally take to bed. But Nora? Fuck. Nora’s always been different.

  I smile down at her. “I like your panties. A lot.”

  She giggles and I feel overwhelmed—this time with joy.

  Her laughter dies in her throat when I dip down and graze my lips across the bruising on her hipbone—first the left side and then the right.

  “I’ll ruin the fucker who did this to you,” I assure her with a soft rumble.

  Then I begin kissing her along her smooth belly until I reach her small, perky breasts. The hot-pink, lacy bra in no way matches her panties.

  I grin up at her. “They don’t match.”

  “Yeah. So?”

  The fact that they don’t match—and, furthermore, that she couldn’t give a rat’s ass—only solidifies that she’s perfect for me.

  “It makes you weird,” I tease as I softly kiss the spot where the fucker marked her tit.

  She whimpers and threads her fingers in my hair. “Then you must be really weird.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you like weird girls with messy hair and bras that don’t match her panties.”

  This girl is cute as hell. Every time I’m with her, I can’t help but think what it was that drew me to her. She’s so different than anyone I’ve ever been with before. She’s real.

  I tongue the mark on her breast again with a smile before trailing kisses up to her neck. A man could get lost in the scent of a woman like her. She smells unbelievably amazing—like a little bit of sunshine mixed with sweet candy.

  “Donnie?”

  “Yes?”

  “Will you please make love to me?”

  Make love. There are those words again.

  I groan as I suck lightly on her neck. My cock aches to be inside her. I’ve never wanted to be with someone the way I want to be with her. In the past, sex was just a way to get off. But making love? There’s only one woman I’ve ever even considered trying that with and she’s pinned beneath me. I know that, once our bodies join, there’ll be no way in hell anything will ever separate us.

  I drag my lips up her neck until I find her ear. Darting my tongue out, I tease her. She shudders as my hot breath tickles her.

  “Little lady, I’m going to make love to you today, tomorrow, and every day after that,” I promise and tenderly bite down on the lobe of her ear.

  She whimpers and arches her back slightly, pressing those perfect tits against my bare chest.

  “But…” I lift up and look down into her hot-chocolate-colored eyes.

  Her brows furrow as her eyes search mine. “But? How can there be a ‘but’ after that?”

  I dip down and brush my lips against hers without actually kissing her. Tha
t candy breath of hers makes me hungry—so hungry for her.

  “It won’t always be sweet and slow—our lovemaking. Sometimes, it will be rough or fast or fucking kinky as hell.” I grin against her lips. “But I promise you it will happen over and over again. Every. Single. Day.”

  I sit up on my knees and watch as her eyes greedily devour the tattoos that delicately stretch across my solid chest. Even though I’m tall and lean, I’m still cut like a motherfucker. A smug grin tugs at the corner of my mouth when a kitten-like sound escapes her and her eyes trace the dark trail of hair that leads right under my low-hanging jeans.

  “Does my lady want the big D?” I chuckle.

  Instead of swatting at me like I expect her to, she lifts slightly and unhooks her bra from behind her. As soon as she tosses it to the floor, I cannot look away from her gorgeous tits.

  “Does my sir want the barely C’s?” she giggles.

  Her tits, in their natural C cup glory, have to be the prettiest goddamned tits I’ve ever seen. And I should know—I’ve seen a lot of fucking tits. My hands instantly cover them. The way her small nipples harden under my thumbs has me ready to come in my jeans if I’m not careful. I’ve never seen—felt—such perfect breasts.

  “I’ve always been a boob man,” I tell her with cocked brow as I cup them and squeeze gently.

  She frowns and scrunches up her nose. “I’m sure these are quite the disappointment—but they’re real, baby. Just like me.”

  I smirk at her. “They are far from disappointing. In fact, I’m ruined. The vision of these perky tits is going straight into the spank bank—all others just got purged. These are the only ones that’ll ever do.”

  Dropping my lips to her chest, I tongue one of her hardened nipples. When I suck it into my mouth, she moans.

  That’s all it takes.

  Just one little moan.

  I begin tasting every inch of her sweet tits. With each passing second, my sucking becomes more urgent and needy.

  “I could spend the next three hours just doing this,” I murmur as I kiss along the underside of her breast, inching my way farther south.

  “Hmmm. I might fall asleep.” She feigns a yawn.

  Smartass. She’ll be sleeping after I show her the best time of her whole damn life.

  I kiss until I reach her belly button and taste her there too. She gasps when I swirl my tongue inside.

  “You,” I growl as I continue my journey down to her panties, “will not be sleeping anytime soon.” Now that my mouth is on her pubic bone, I inhale her through her panties. I can smell her arousal and need to taste her soon.

  “Donnie,” she whimpers.

  Sliding my thumbs into the tops of her panties, I tug them down her long, smooth legs. I’ve been with a lot of women, but Nora is probably one of the tallest. I like that, when I kiss her, I don’t break my neck trying to get to her. If I’m going to spend all my time kissing her, I like the idea that she’ll be easy to access.

  Once her panties make the epic journey down her mile-long legs, I pull them from her feet and toss them to the floor. Looking up at her, I see her watching me curiously.

  “I’m going to finally taste you, little lady.”

  She tosses me a half-cocked smile before slowly spreading her legs apart. “Well, don’t let me stop you, sir.”

  I grin at her. “You are so naughty. Naughty Nora. I think it has a ring to it.”

  Studying her face as I bring mine down between her legs, I take satisfaction in how her smile falls and her mouth parts open when my breath teases the most sensitive flesh on her body. I’ve been with plenty of women, but tasting a woman’s pussy just doesn’t happen in overnight groupie fucks like I’m used to. Typically, I’m the one who receives all the pleasure.

  I’m almost worried I’ll fuck this up.

  Almost.

  “Donnie!” she shrieks when I drag my tongue along her pussy. Her hands are in my hair, and as I begin my teasing, she wildly tugs and pushes on my head, seemingly completely unsure of the sensations I’m causing on her body and whether or not she can handle it.

  She tastes like fucking candy here too. I’d ask her how she manages to always taste so sweet but, I think she might clobber me if I stop. Her body becomes more and more tense as I rapidly run my tongue over and over her clit. Never stopping my rhythm, I ease a finger deep inside her body—so fucking tight. Such a breath of fresh air compared to the loose bimbos I’m used to.

  “Oh God,” she cries out and rips at my hair as her body becomes one of a possessed woman, bucking and thrashing uncontrollably.

  I don’t rest from fingering and tasting her until she begs me to stop.

  “Donnie,” she pants, “please get naked. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I suck on her clit one last time before withdrawing my finger and sitting up on my knees. Looking down at her, I realize that it will always be her. Nora will always be the one I want in my bed—the only one who will ever be in my bed again.

  Sliding off the bed, I begin undoing my jeans, never taking my eyes from her. Now that she’s in my clutches and things feel right, I can’t let her out of my sight. I don’t want to miss one second of her—not even the slightest expression—because I want to sear this moment into my memory forever.

  Her look matches mine and I know one hundred percent that we’re on the same page. It’s in this moment, as my jeans fall to the floor around my ankles and my thick erection bobs heavily in front of me, that I realize we are quickly becoming an inseparable whole.

  I can’t explain it. I just feel it.

  And she feels it too.

  The man is mine. I can’t help but feel pride in the way he watches me—not like he owns me, but like we own each other. It’s unspoken, but his eyes say everything. As much as I want to make love to the godlike man who stands tall and powerful beside the bed, I am content with being near him. Not like in a stalker-groupie way. More like something about his soul puts mine at ease. He comforts and calms me. Not just his words or his touch. But him. Every single part of him.

  After the horrors of yesterday, both Donnie’s attempted suicide and my sexual assault, I worried that peace was a thing of the past. Even Dad couldn’t comfort me this morning. I’d called into work at the call center and went straight to the news station where he works instead. I recounted the entire ordeal from the day before to my dad, and even though he provided a shoulder to cry on, he couldn’t still my frantic heart. He, too, promised to exact revenge on those assholes, especially Lola, but it didn’t pack the same punch.

  But Donnie?

  God.

  He somehow finds a way into the viciously brewing storm that is my heart and blankets it with his soothing presence. Things that should make me freak out somehow dissipate when we’re wrapped up in each other both physically and mentally.

  Like now, as he pulls open his bedside table, I’m not just watching a man sheath his cock in a condom.

  No.

  I’m watching a man, my man, prepare for war. He’s preparing for a war that, once we join forces, won’t stop us. A war we’ll win against the world.

  Because, together, we’ll be unstoppable.

  Together, we’ll be whole.

  “This isn’t just sex, is it?” I ask as he climbs back onto the bed. I spread my legs for him and he covers me with his body.

  “Way more than that.” His voice is low, hoarse almost. My heart flutters when he dips down and kisses my nose. I sigh happily now that I’m in his arms like this. Every nerve ending is electrified and I try not to writhe beneath him eagerly now that I can feel his thick erection resting on my pubic bone. God he feels amazing and I want him on so many levels.

  “I’m glad I found you, Donnie.” His eyes search mine as if he’s trying to reach inside and learn every part of me he can.

  “We found each other, Nora.”

  He kisses me deeply and slightly lifts his body so that his cock slides down between the lips of my pussy. I want him so b
adly. Then he brings his hand between us and uses it to push his cock against my wet opening.

  “Let’s make love, little lady.” And he smiles as he thrusts deep inside me.

  Holy shit, he’s huge. He doesn’t move as he allows my body to adjust to him. Bringing his mouth back down to mine, he presses his lips against mine. When I hook my ankles together across his hard ass and urge him deeper, every inch of him fills me completely. Our lips and tongues taste and suck each other greedily as he drives into me.

  With each thrust, his groans send chills through my body even though my skin has a sheen of sweat. Every time I moan, he growls, going harder and faster. As he goes harder and faster, pleasure blasts through me each time his cock strokes against my G-spot from within, causing me to cry out with each pound. My hands are on his neck and shoulders, massaging, scratching, clutching.

  “Fucking hell, Nora,” he murmurs between our kisses. “This is heaven.”

  I can’t speak, but I certainly won’t argue. This is perfect—us, together.

  “Come for me, baby,” he pleads, breaking our kiss so he can look down at me.

  His soulful eyes are the last thing I see before mine clamp shut as an orgasm seizes me. My entire body shudders all the way down to my curling toes.

  “My God!” I cry out.

  My body voraciously clenches around his cock, and when he groans, I know he’s gone too. Together, we quiver and shake until every last bit of our orgasms has disappeared and he softens within me.

  When I finally reopen my eyes, I find him staring at me with such peace. His face answers any question I could ever ask. His answer is me.

  “You’re my answer too,” I whisper. Happy tears temporarily blind me.

  He softly kisses my nose. “So. Lovemaking, huh? I kind of like that shit.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut momentarily to rid my tears. When I reopen them, I smile. “I kind of like that shit too.”

  “Sit there and let me cook for you,” I instruct bossily as I point to the barstool at the kitchen island.

  “Yes, ma’am, but I’m in charge of dessert,” he laughs and suggestively bobs his eyebrows up and down.

  I roll my eyes and swat at him with the box of spaghetti noodles. The quick ass jumps out of the way before I make impact.