A Heart for Rebel

by Natal, Mia

  He works two fingers into my sheath. This guy doesn't waste time. Usually a guy will insert one finger first before finding the courage to insert a second one. He adds pressure to his tongue as he flicked it against my clit. His fingers work in tandem with the friction and movement of his tongue. I'm squirming, moaning and groaning like an out of control banshee on steroids. The pressure is quickly building in me. I clenched my vaginal muscles and he picked up his pace. He used the flat of his tongue to bring me over the edge. I screamed my release, "Oh fuck yes! Fuck Wyatt ...your tongue...incredible."

  "Hell yeah that was incredible. You taste incredible. Tangy with a hint of honey," he groaned. He unbuckled his pants and slipped them off along with his trunks. He pulled off his shirt and I got my first full frontal view of him. He is not muscular. He's lean and toned. His abs are clearly defined. My mouth waters at the succulent vision before me. He has a chest to sleeve tat. I lick my lips as my eyes trail down his pectoral muscle. It has a giant fierce sun god tattoo that blossomed out to hieroglyphic depictions and black swirls that makes his honey colored chest and arm erotically delicious. I want to lick and swirl my tongue around it. His nipples are also pierced. I looked forward to manipulating them with my teeth and tongue.

  "Shit, I don't have any condoms," he groaned. I'm on the pill, but I'm not about to have unprotected sex with him. Who knows how many lovers he had and I wasn't about to sleep with any one of them.

  "I have condoms in my purse," I panted. He gives me a salacious smile and walks towards my purse. I can't help myself. I ogled his bare ass. It's rump-a-licious. He headed back and I licked my lips anticipating how good he will feel thrusting inside me. He grabbed my legs pulling me forward until we are chest to tits close. He ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth. The sound of the ripping wrapper is subtle and it heightens the anticipation of finally having him inside me. I know it will be magical. He bites my lower lip and stroked my clit with his cock. The friction drives me mad with want. I moaned and inched closer to his cock. I try to increase the friction of his cock on my clit, but he holds me down with a hand on my legs. He grabbed hold of the tip of his cock and teased the entrance of my sheath. A series of goose bumps trail down from my arms to my toes. He looked deeply into my eyes and thrusts into me. I grabbed onto his neck as he slowly withdraws from me and thrusts back into me. I pulled back and grabbed my tits. Pinching and pulling my nipples. Wyatt picked up the pace. Pumping and thrusting into me. He hits my g-spot causing a domino effect in me. I come crashing down screaming, "Shit that cock feels so amazing. Fuck me harder."

  I clenched and released my orgasm. Wyatt kept up the fast hard pace and within seconds of my release he came.

  "Jesus, Rebel. You're quite the dirty kinky girl."

  I point a finger towards my chest and say in my most seductive voice, "Who? Me? Kinky? That would be a most definite affirmative." Wyatt threw his head back and laughed. He brushed my hair back and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

  "Rebel, you amaze me, not because of your looks, or because of the sex. You amaze me because everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me."

  Fuckity, fuck. This guy was gonna make me fall hard and fast for him. No one has ever uttered sweet words like that to me. I was feeling things for this guy that I had no right to feel. I have nothing to offer him. I don't even know who I am. Wyatt's put together nicely. He knows who he is, where he's going and want he wants.

  I look into his eyes and quietly say, "Please Wyatt don't say sweet things like that to me. You're this great and amazing guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Please don't make me fall for you when I have absolutely nothing to offer you."

  "Rebel, don't sell yourself short. You are vibrant, funny, and so beautiful. You may think you have nothing to offer, but you're wrong. You have something to offer me. You Rebel. Just you," he whispered. His words travel to the deepest recess of my heart. I leaned forward and kissed him with everything I have. And everything I am. I hope he understands the unspoken words my kiss is trying to convey.

  "God Rebel, when you kiss me like that, without uttering a single word, you speak to my soul. Don't ask me to give you up just when I've found you,” he whispered.

  How do you explain an invisible pull? One that is so strong you have no choice or the will to stop it. Truth be told I really didn't want to fight it. In fact I want to help it pull me whether it be screaming or kicking towards Wyatt. I don't want to give him up. I knew I wouldn't be able to do just one night with him. I wanted him from the minute I saw him on the train. The want grew stronger when I walked through his shop. The desire to be his grew with every passing minute I was in his presence. I just hope to god he doesn't destroy me.

  MY EYES FLUTTERED open. I felt a hard hot body behind me and I panicked at first, but then I remembered last night. Wyatt happened last night. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. I had the best night of my life. I received not one, but four lose-your-mind-that your toes curl-your-eyes-roll-back orgasms. Wyatt is without a doubt the best and I mean the best I've ever had, but he wasn't for me. How did I know this? Girls like me don't get the happily ever after’s. My life isn't a fairy tale. I don't have a grandiose idea of a hot guy, whose bad ass and sweet coming to sweep me off my feet. There is no us riding off into the sunset living happily ever after. No, my life is real. It's ugly. It's brutal, but it’s real. It's my real. I quickly and quietly roll off the bed. I grabbed my clothes off the floor. I looked at him one last time. He's sleeping so peacefully. I drank up the sight of him. I memorized every feature of his beautiful chiseled face. My eyes continued to trail down his exposed body. He is really a living work of art. His body is a wonder land and I enjoyed every inch of his body. I turned to leave before I gave in to my need or rather my wish to stay. I sprinted down the stairs on my tippy toes. I dressed quickly in his living room. I looked in my purse for pen and paper. What I found was a receipt and a black eyeliner. I will have to make do with what I found. I left him a thank you note. Who fucking does that shit? I do. Deep down inside I wanted to leave a lasting impression. A connection if you will.

  Wyatt,

  Thank you for a wonderful night. I wish you the best. (Scratch that)

  Take care

  Reby

  P.S. Sorry for using a receipt and eyeliner to write this. It's all I had.

  I placed the note on his kitchen counter. The counter where he did decadent, sinful things to my body. A shiver ran through me and in me. It was time I left. I have to be strong. No looking back. I quietly opened the door and walked out. I ran out the building. I ran until my lungs burned. I found the train station and got on the train that would take me home.

  On my train ride home I think of Wyatt. For the life of me I can't understand why I went home with him. Why I had sex with him only having just met him. I'm not promiscuous. I have a five date rule before I decide if I want to put out. I don't do relationships. I've slept with a total of three guys before Wyatt. Does that make me a slut? Am I heading down the same path as my mother? God, I hope not. The train comes to a halt at my destination. I get off the train and exit. I walk the few blocks from the train station home. I let myself in and head straight into the bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and turn the shower on. Once it's nice and hot I climb in. I reach for my apple scented body wash and lather up. I wash my hair with my vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner in one. I shut off the water once I completely washed off the soap and shampoo. I grabbed a towel and dry off. I wrapped the towel around my body and pick up my clothes from the floor. I opened the bathroom door and headed out. I stopped dead in my tracks.

  "Well hello there gorgeous."

  I looked up and a strange man is standing in our kitchen. He licked his lips. His eyes roamed my body with a predatory gleam. My heart rate picked up. Not from lust, but from fear. He sniffed the air, "Damn gorgeous you smell good, like apple pie. I could use a slice of pie."

  I took a step back and he takes a step forward.

 
; "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" I said in what I hope is my most brave voice.

  "I'm looking to get a slice of pie," he rasped out in a voice filled with lust.

  "Benny, come back to bed," the sultry voice of my mother calls out. Fuck, my mother brought this dirt bag here. Great just fucking great.

  Benny looks at me again, licked his lips one more time and said, "Hold your horses, Anna. I'm getting a drink of water and getting acquainted with your daughter." I'm clutching my clothes against the towel.

  "Reby, baby, are you home?" she asked.

  "Yeah, ma I just got home," I replied.

  "Reby, I'm sorry. I had no idea you'd be home early," she called out. My eyes trained on Benny. I keep my anger directed at him. I don't trust the fucker. He looks at me, licks his lips and turns around. He heads back down the hall and into my mother's room.

  "Oh, Benny." I hear my mother groan. The thought of my mother willingly having sex with that douche disgusts me. I don't know Benny, but I've seen him around the neighborhood. He's a drug dealer. My mother has the tendency of picking up dirty, no good, trash off the streets when she's wasted and horny. If it weren't for Bailey I would pack up the little shit I have and never look back.

  I immediately head into my room and lock my door. I throw on a pair of sweatpants, a tank top and matching hoodie. I grabbed socks and my chucks. I take my art supplies with me and head out. I sit on the stoops of my apartment building and wait for Bailey's return. I'm engrossed in my drawing when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I look up and into the eyes of Mrs. Sullivan.

  "Rebel, dear is everything alright?" she asks.

  "Yes, Mrs. Sullivan. Everything is fine. I'm just waiting for Bailey to come home," I replied. Mrs. Sullivan knows how it is in my home. How my mother operates. She looks at me with worry and concern. I don't know if it's out of pity or concern since I've never seen that emotion in my mother towards me.

  "Rebel, come inside dear. It's rather chilly. I don't want you getting sick. I'll fix us some breakfast and a cup of coffee. You can wait with me for Bailey. Perhaps the two of you will join me for dinner. I'm making a pot roast. What do you say Rebel?" she asked.

  “Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan. Bailey and I would love to join you for dinner as long as it’s not an imposition,” I replied.

  “Rebel, if it were I would have extended an invitation. Now come on. Up…up let’s get inside where it’s warm,” she said.

  Mrs. Sullivan has always been nice to me. There were times I wished my mother could be as sweet, loving and nurturing as Mrs. Sullivan. It's just wishful thinking on my part. Mrs. Sullivan made me scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. I can't remember the last time someone other than myself made me breakfast. I was famished. I washed the dishes after we both ate breakfast. I sat by the window watching out for my little sister's return. Mrs. Sullivan was busy reading her bible. Every few chapters she would stop and softly say, "Amen."

  I opened my sketch pad and lost myself in creating art. I love drawing, painting, sketching, and basically anything that has to do with art. Right now I’m sketching Wyatt. I can’t seem to stop thinking of him. The sex in his kitchen was off the charts good, but it did not compare to the sex we had in his bed. He blindfolded me and tied my hands to the bedpost. Without thought I use my hand to caress my neck and shoulder as I relive the things we did last night.

  “Do you trust me Rebel?” he asked.

  “Yes, I trust you,” I replied.

  “I won’t hurt you. I just want to heighten your pleasure. If at any moment you feel uncomfortable just say so and I will stop,” he said.

  “I trust you, but if I feel uncomfortable I will let you know,” I reassured him.

  He used a finger and trailed it on my face, gently making his way down towards my neck. I felt him lean down towards my neck and inhale.

  “So beautiful, so gorgeous, and so god damn sexy,” he murmured. He continued to trail his finger down and around my breast. He twirled his finger around on nipple. He pinched it and the lowered his mouth to it and sucked on it. He did the same to my other breast. I was on fire. I wanted more, but was too afraid to voice it. He used his teeth to nibble down my arm and across my stomach. I squirmed from the myriad of sensations I was feeling. It never felt this intense, this good before Wyatt. I didn’t know if it was because he was good or if it was because of the connection I felt with him.

  “God, Wyatt,” I panted.

  “Every moment spent with you Rebel, is like a beautiful dream come true,” he whispered. Oh, god can he be any sweeter? For the first time in my life, I felt something more than despair. I felt wanted.

  “Mm…so good. Don’t stop,” I moaned. He continued to love me leisurely. I always had a need to be loved by someone who chooses to love me, who sees in me something worth loving and the way he was worshipping my body I felt loved. I felt worthy.

  He wanted me to feel a lifetime in a short time frame. He trailed his tongue on the inside of my knee and I almost came from that feeling alone. He continued to torment me with his mouth and tongue. I wanted to touch him, but I was restrained.

  “Tell me Rebel, what you want?” he asked softly.

  “I want to feel you from the inside,” I panted. I heard a foil rip and knew he was sheathing his cock with a condom. I was in tuned with the noises in the background. I heard the small rippling sound as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. I anticipated the moment when I would welcome him into my body. Slowly, oh so slowly, he entered me. He didn’t thrust or move. He laid slightly on top of me with his cock buried in me. I moaned and he groaned, “Jesus, baby you are so tight and extremely wet. I can stay here forever and never get tired of this feeling of being inside you. What have you done to me, Rebel?”

  THE SOUND OF arguing broke me out of my revelry. I looked out the window and saw that Bailey was home.

  “Mrs. Sullivan, I have to go. Bailey is home and it sounds like Victor is in a heated argument. Bailey and I will be by later for dinner,” I said.

  “Alright Rebel. Be careful,” Mrs. Sullivan said. I made my way to her door and stepped out. The sight that greeted me made me want to bang my head against the wall. Victor had Benny by the throat.

  “Victor, what’s wrong,” I asked.

  “Jesus, Reby, I thought you were with this fuckwad,” he said as he backed off and let Benny go.

  “Why would you think that?” I asked.

  “I thought that because when I rang the bell downstairs he answered. I asked for you and the fucker laughed, but buzzed me up. I didn’t get a chance to knock on the door. This scumbag was already waiting. He wouldn’t let me see you. He said you were indisposed at the moment. What was I supposed to think?” he growled.

  Benny did nothing, nor did he say anything. The dirt bag only laughed. I wanted to smack the hilarity out of him. It didn’t take long for my mother to appear looking like a hot mess. She came out in only her bra and panties. She looked high. Her eyes were blood shot red, her hair was a mess and she was literally dry humping Benny.

  “Benny, come back to bed. I need you,” she said. What the hell? Is she for real?

  “Rebel, go pack Bailey’s things and while you are at it pack up your shit too. You both are coming home with me,” Victor snarled. I was struck speechless. What do I say to that? I know he’s right. Bailey shouldn’t be subjected to this shit, but could I leave my mother? Who would look out for her?

  “Victor, I understand where you are coming from and I agree Bailey should return with you, but I don’t know if I could leave my mother,” I said.

  “It’s not up for a debate, Rebel. You are coming home with me. What kind of father would I be if I left you here,” he said.

  “Victor, you’re not my father. I don’t have a father, besides I’m all she has,” I said defensively.

  “I may not be your father Rebel, but the years I lived with your mother I took care of you. I treated you like my daughter. Yes, I’ll admit I was strung out hal
f the time, but once I knew about Bailey I changed. So yes, I might not be your father, but in my heart Rebel, you are my daughter,” he said. Oh.My.God, I had no idea he saw me as a daughter. Yes, Victor was an alcoholic drug user when he first lived with us, but the minute he knew my mother was having his baby he changed. He tried to help my mother get clean, but that was a losing battle. She was clean for nine months. The minute Bailey was born and she was sent home she left Bailey alone with me while she went out. She scored drugs that day and didn’t return home until the following day. Victor got fed up and left. I was hurt. I was angry, but most of all I felt abandon because he left me. He was the closest to a father I ever had. I knew Victor was right. Bailey didn't need to be subjected to this intolerable living arrangement. I knew my mother was out of control, but due to the circumstances of today, I knew it was spiraling into something sinister, and disgusting. Bailey had to leave. She needed to live a life that was nurturing and healthy. She certainly did not need a life filled with the dementing, and perverted ways our mother was inflicting on us. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. If I left, who will take care of Ma? If I stayed, who will watch out for me? In the end, I opted for what was best for my little sister.

  “Victor, I agree. Bailey doesn’t need to see our mother’s destructive life style. She needs someplace safe. I’ll get her things ready. Please give her a good home, but I need to stay. I need to take care of my mother,” I said.

  “Reby, do you honestly think I can just go and leave you here? I’m afraid I can’t do that. You need to go pack your things as well. Your mother is a grown woman. You are not responsible for her. She made her choice and this is how she chooses to live her life. I refuse to leave you here and allow her to drag you down with her,” he said.