Forever Us

by C C Monroe

  “Not you guys. Just the world. What kind of woman stays with an abuser? People think you’re crying wolf, because no one believes a victim would stay. That and Joel made me believe he would flip this all on me. He had the power to manipulate me, Kings. He hurt me whenever he thought I would tell my parents about it all. So I guess it’s a natural reaction.”

  I shake my head, completely perplexed, but fighting after the session we just had is impossible. Lana shared so much and she still is, right here in this underground parking lot, without a therapist. That has to mean something.

  “I don’t want you to ever fear me not believing you. I will always believe you. You can trust me, L,” I whisper with a low rumble. Her clear brown eyes never leave mine as I step closer to her. Our bodies meet, and on instinct, her hands rest on my hips and my large palms open on her smooth face, nearly covering it completely.

  Leaning into my hands as her eyes flutter shut, a rosy blush shows on her cheeks, warming with my touch.

  “Let me come home tonight,” I whisper, searching every inch of her face.

  “Yes, come home.” Lana’s eyes open softly, lazily, as she blinks like she just woke up.

  “Mmmm, baby,” I moan. It’s pained and relieved all at once. The roles have completely reversed in our relationship. Once, I was the chaser, the one to easily forgive and take her back with open, willing arms, all while she casted me out whenever shit got a little too deep.

  Now, she is grasping at me, clinging to me for forgiveness and begging me to come back in and stay there. We are finally the queen and king, dominant and protector. Lana is not a submissive woman and never will be. She will always be dominant in nature, but I will always be her king.

  I lean in and kiss her, my lips crashing down on her plush ones. My thumbs graze over the dimples in her cheeks as her skin tightens when I pull, trying to ravish her with my mouth. My cock grows with the building desire I have had pent up for months now.

  Lana moves her hands up the back of my shirt, the harsh coldness against my skin stinging me, making my cock grow harder, fully tenting my jeans. I don’t care we’re in a parking lot. I haven’t had her in months, and I’m unable to control it when I start grinding my cock against her tight, tiny stomach.

  “Mmmm,” She moans into my mouth, using her hands on my back to pull me in closer. My hands leave her face and brace against the Jeep on each side of her head so she can push her body fully against me. Lifting her hands higher, she grips my shoulders and closes the gap between us so every part of us is touching.

  My head feels dizzy, and the more I sit here kissing her, the more I lose my surroundings. We could get caught, but fuck if I care.

  “Take me to the studio?” She pulls away, moving her lips to my neck, latching onto the skin where my black king’s crown sits overlaying a red rose. Her lips pucker and she sucks. Lana is marking my fucking king crown. Damn it, that’s fucking hot.

  “Get in the car,” I demand, my voice low and disembodied. I don’t sound like me, because right now, I’m not the man Lana loves. I’m the fucking beast she craves.

  “Yes, sir.” Finally unlatching from me, she turns to leave, but before she rounds the car, I grab her arm and pull her into me, her back against my hard front. She gasps, her breath heavy and needy.

  One of my arms rounds her front and grabs her pussy over her jeans, and the other goes to her small, supple tit. I move the hair from her neck with my chin and place my lips against her ear. “I wont be gentle. You made a man wait months. I’m gonna fuck you on my desk, make you leak my cum, and your sexy fucking pussy juices are gonna linger on my desk so anytime I work, I can smell you. You are gonna wish you wouldn’t have made me wait, baby. So relax that pussy, because I’m about to fucking destroy it.”

  “Kings,” she moans, and it echoes through the garage, awakening the jealous alpha in me. Lana has awoken the old me, given breath to the beast that would stalk her in every way possible.

  “Get in the car. Those are my moans.” Letting her go with one last squeeze of her breast, I watch as she stumbles and grabs the side of the Jeep for balance. I climb in the driver seat at the same time she moves into the passenger seat. I see arousal all over her as she hands me the keys to start the car. She wants me but knows this won’t be an easy ride. I’m horny, crazed, and hungry for the taste of her.

  “Kingston?” she questions, breaking the thick sexual tension in the car.

  “Yeah?” Pulling onto the main street, I wait for her response.

  “We aren’t making a mistake, right?” she asks, and I keep my eyes focused on the road.

  “No. I don’t know. Maybe. That’s all up to you, Lana. If we do this—get back together, I mean—then you have to promise me you won’t slip up.” We’re both fully aware of exactly what I mean. Just because we’re going to give this a shot, doesn’t mean I’m not firmly standing my ground on my expectations. She has to let me in, open up to the therapist, and start healing, so our son can have a normal life, with normal parents.

  “I won’t. The...God...the way I felt after I told you both that.”

  I peer out of my peripherals at her and she’s looking down. The glint in her eyes and the soft curve to her sideways smirk tells me everything I need to know.

  “Amazing,” I answer for her.

  “Incredible, safe...freeing.”

  “I know. You’re glowing, baby, and it’s only just the beginning. Every time you open up, you’re gonna heal even more. I know it.” Reaching over, the sexual tension still there but slowly taking a back seat, I comfort her for a moment. Placing my hand on her thigh, I smile at her quickly.

  “You always believe in me. I don’t understand it.”

  “Me neither, Lana. But one thing’s for sure. I picked my poison, and it’s you.”

  She shakes her head, biting her lip.

  “Right back at you, Kingston Troy. Drink up.” We know we’re toxic, yet we both swallow down the acid willingly, because like I said before, one day within Lana’s light is worth living in a hundred days of her darkness.

  We pull up to the studio and her lustful eyes have been eating me up since we left. We’re both intoxicated, and I want to eat her alive. The last time I had my hands on her completely uninhibited was before our son. The one time we had sex after, she was so far removed it was like I was fucking a body, not making love to my woman.

  I undo my seatbelt, winking at her, reaching to open the door, but her hand on my arm stops me.

  Worried, I turn toward her. “What’s wrong?” Bringing my hand up, I slide it against her silky cheek and into the back of her hair.

  She bites her lip and blushes, looking around us and searching our surroundings. I feel her vibe instantly.

  “How bad do you want to be, Lana? You want my cock in your mouth?” I reach down with my free hand to undo my button and zipper. Pulling out my straining, hard cock, I watch her eyes take me in. Licking her lips, her eyes glaze with mist and her cheeks turn red.

  I run my thumb over the precum and spread it over my pronounced, thick tip. My cock matches me; it’s visceral, dominant, and it knows what it wants. Ten inches of a smooth, thick, unmistakable presence, and it’s aiming at his queen.

  I don’t plan to make love to my woman just yet. I plan to punish her in some way for not giving me herself for so long. Making her feel like a vixen is more of a priority at this very second than making her feel worshipped.

  “Answer the question. Do you want my big cock inside that tiny mouth?” I stoke myself, gripping tight to release some pressure. I haven’t been this hard and backed up since who knows when.

  “Will you fit?” She giggles, role-playing with me.

  “Fuck, Lana. You dirty girl. Choke on my big cock, baby. Come here.”

  Eagerly, she drops her head to my waiting dick. Wrapping her dainty hand around the base of my shaft, her lips pucker around the head and she teases it with a few sucks and the swirl of her tongue.

  “Fuck!” I grow
l into the Jeep. I haven’t had the touch of her in so long I nearly come right then and there. Gripping a handful of her hair, I pull, unable to hold myself back. When I told her I plan to fucking destroy her, I meant it.

  She whimpers but takes me deeper, giving me approval to be rough with her. I know she’s doing it as punishment for depriving me, and I take the position as her warden.

  Gaining my bearings enough to look down at her, I tug her hair again, this time moving it from my line of vision. Once the entire side of her face is on display, I watch her cheeks hollow out as she moves up and down my shaft, her hand moving in sync with her lips.

  Watching her take me like this excites me, awakens the kinky fuck in me. So many times, I ache to be really dirty with Lana, sometimes to even role-play in a way that sets her triggers off—but I resist.

  “Mmm,” she moans around my cock, the vibrations causing a strong tingle to ride up my spine. Her eyes water as she takes me deeper, expanding her mouth, trying to fit me in. The sight is violent; my long, thick, throbbing cock looks like it’s assaulting her mouth.

  I peer around the parking lot and make sure no one is near us. It’s our private parking behind the studio, so we shouldn’t have anyone back here unless they are working with us. Trey’s truck is still parked two spots over. Everyone else already left.

  I groan and hold her hair tight, my arm flexing and moving with the rise and fall of her bobbing head. Biting my lip, I refrain from saying anything. My dirty talk may be too dirty for my queen right about now. But, my hell, that warm velvet tongue and all that fucking spit has me going fucking mad.

  “King.” She loses my cock and brings her face up, her cheeks red, her lips swollen and pouty, her tiny neck a shade of pink, as she moves her hair to one side of her face, draping it over her slim shoulder.

  “What, baby?” I ask breathlessly, missing her mouth already. Her hand stays lazily stroking me as she searches my eyes. We’re so close and the car becomes tight, closing in on us.

  “Don’t hold back. Talk to me the way you want. You’ve been so patient and good to me. Take anything you want from me, Kingston.” Leaning in, she latches to my neck, sucking in.

  “I just got you back and we still have a way to go. Give us time, queen.”

  Licking from my neck up to the lobe of my ear, she bites. “Your dirty talk makes me feel normal.”

  “I thought it scared you?” I ask, my eyes rolling back as her hand picks up speed.

  “It does, but you don’t. I’m trusting you, Kingston. We’re only going to get better. I love you.”

  With that, she drops back down to my cock and swallows half of me.

  “Lana! Shit, I’m gonna come!” The rush from her words and the skill of her mouth has me erupting faster than what I wanted.

  “Swallow me, dirty girl, take all my cum in your little mouth.” My body ignites like fire, burning from the inside out as I ride out my orgasm and watch my cum spew out the sides of her lips, running down her hands and my shaft. As she swallows me down as best as she can, I inhale and refrain from lifting her over the seat and having her ride my cock like she’s at a goddamn rodeo.

  “Mmhm, fuck me, Kingston. I need you,” She moans, licking her lips and biting the swollen skin.

  “Get your ass out of the car and in my office while I clean myself up. I want you naked and your pussy open when I get in there. Got it?”

  She nods, clumsily climbing out of her Jeep and stumbling to the door. Oh yeah, I’m gonna beat that shit up, take that body in ways she never knew I could. I watch her juicy ass bounce with her steps as she looks at me over her shoulder once more before disappearing behind the door.

  When she’s out of sight, I hurry and grab some baby wipes and clean my shit up, laughing at the idea that I’m cleaning my cock with something out of my son’s diaper bag. Tucking my shit back in my jeans, I hurry inside, eager to go again. I pass Trey playing the drums in the booth, recoding random beats, and he doesn’t even notice me passing him.

  Walking into my office, I’m welcomed with gold.

  “Like what you see?” There on my desk with her legs spread and her upper body leaning back on her elbows, Lana sits completely naked, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal.

  Which will only benefit us both, because I’m horny, painfully erect, and ready to blow load after load with each painful thrust into her body.

  “You’re so fucking dirty, baby.”

  She nods, giggling, her supple breasts vibrating with the motion. “Why don’t you fuck me then, give me what I know we both need.”

  I don’t take my eyes off her as I stand in front of her canvased body. Removing my zip-up hoodie, then unbuttoning my flannel shirt, I expose my hard, defined chest and abs. Her eyes play starved and eat me up, looking me up and down. Pulling out my cock, I leave my pants and snapback on.

  “You want me to fuck your tight little pussy? Give you some of my monster cock to make you cream all over me, baby?” The dirty talk comes back naturally and she accepts it, spoiling me with affection today.

  “I want you to release everything you’ve wanted to do to me the past few months. Fuck me like a whore, Kingston.”

  Holy mother of shit. Did she just say that? Lana has a hard limit against demeaning names. “Dirty girl” sometimes pushes her over the edge, so “whore” never seemed to be in the playbook of words we could use in the bedroom.

  “Lana?” I question, tilting my head and looking at her, running my hands up her calves then down her thighs and settling on her hips. I pull her to the edge of my desk, right against me.

  “What?” She chuckles, attempting to reach between us to stroke me.

  “No, baby. Stop.” I grab her hands and place them on my hips, stopping her. I may be horny and desperate, but I know when she’s up to something.

  She tries one more time, but I tighten my grip, and finally the sassy little smirk she is wearing fades into a frown. “What, Kings? Don’t you want to play dirty?”

  “I do, but I don’t want to trigger you when you’re just starting to come back to me. What are you up to, Lana?” I call her out.

  “Nothing, I’m trying to make love to you, Kings.” As she hangs her head, I choose to stay silent. She’s gonna do it—she’s going to tell me. “I want you to hurt me.”

  There it is.

  “You want me to hurt you? What is going on, Lana?” I tuck myself back in my jeans and pull her flush against me, once more.

  “I’ve been awful to you and I want to keep you. I want you to punish me.”

  “Lana, I’m not gonna punish you for what we went through.” I shake my head and kiss her forehead. I was planning to punish her for it, but not like that—not with fucking abuse.

  “Why? Don’t you want to? You were so cold to me this past month, so mad. Don’t you think I deserve it?” she questions, tucking her hair behind her ear.

  “No. I will never hurt you. Ever. Don’t ever ask me to either.”

  “You left. You promised you never would, and you left me.” She slams against my chest with the side of her closed fist. I watch her tears fall and I shake my head. I knew it was too good to be true. Four therapy session can’t fix us; we have a while to go.

  “I’m coming home, but Lana, I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself in order to keep me.”

  “I know, but I just miss you and I want to make up for everything.”

  “Then let me make love to you. Let’s make up all night—softly, like us.”

  “Don’t you want dirty?”

  “Baby, I will take you any way I can get you, but we need to rebuild us first.” I kiss her forehead again and for a few long minutes, I rock her in my arms until her body settles and the shivers subside.

  My lips meet hers first, owning her like they have wanted to for months. We kiss for a few minutes, alternating between soft little touches to full-on hands anywhere we can get them.

  “Maybe we should take this slo
w...real slow.” I pull away, controlling my heavy breathing, my erection straining so hard against my zipper that it might just fucking burst open.

  “What?” she whimpers, and I reluctantly pull away from her, kicking my own ass.

  “I want to make love to you in our bed, in our home, for the first time in months. Let’s make it special.” The amount of restraint I’m giving is enough to part the Red Sea. I’m bursting at the seams to go with my cock and not my heart, but I’m just now getting her back, she isn’t completely mine again. Taking it slow is something I need to learn to do in order to keep her comfortable.

  “Kings, please, I need you now. Don’t do this to me,” She begs, my heart crushing under the weight of her pain. Grabbing her shirt, she tries to cover herself as she grows emotional.

  “Baby, don’t do what? Why are you crying?”

  “Kingston, for months you’ve looked through me. You stopped looking at me when I pushed you away. I’ve been without your touch for so long I’m scared I’ve forgotten how your hands on me feel.” Dropping her head to my chest, her tears seep into my skin.

  “Hey, I’ve never stopped looking at you—ever, Lana. But here in my office, on a desk? Baby, I just got you back,” I remind her again, going through the motions.

  “I’m not opposed to begging, Kings. I need you that much.” Standing with tears still falling and a soft sniffle, she closes the small space between us. She looks damaged, raw—so beautifully broken, yet on the cusp of repair. Torn between my heart and the need to give her some sense of sanity, I have a split second to make a decision.

  Make her wait for the greatest love we have ever made, or give her hard and fast without anything but the promise of chasing our desire? Touching my chest with her cool, frail fingers, she peeks up at me, and every inch of her face is doused in fear, dripping with the pain of rejection. I decide then and there, I will give Lana James both. She needs me. No matter the way she gets it, she needs me.

  “This wont be what you need, but it will feed it. Tonight, I will make sure you get your hunger satisfied. But Lana, never doubt my desire for you. I will never look through you. I’m always looking at you.”