A Heart for Rebel

by Natal, Mia

  “Yes, please!” I cried out, feeling my orgasm break against my pussy. I felt the hot wetness flowing between my ass cheeks and Wyatt is happily lapping the juices that run down my sex. I arched my back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. My body shivered, convulsions wracked me and a deep throbbing pulse fluttered between my thighs. My breath is ragged and the only noise I hear. He made his way back up my body and I buried my face in his neck. I can feel his watchful, lustful eyes on me. Tiny aftershocks continued to rock my body following the quake of my release. My breathing slowed and steadied. I opened my eyes slowly. I sought him out and made eye contact. He is smiling down at me and I smiled back. He lovingly kissed my lips and entered me. He moved in and out of me slowly. My body hummed and my senses were in hyper alert. He ground his cock into me and a delicious overwhelmingly intense feeling triggered something inside me.

  “Harder,” I said. Wyatt picked up his pace. Energy radiated between us, embracing us both in a ball of pent up feelings, heightening our mating. He lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist. A pleasure filled moan escaped my lips, as a trickle of wetness cascaded down my thigh.

  Wyatt groaned, “Fuck, Rebel, you are so fucking wet.”

  I felt moisture pooling between my legs as my pussy pulsated, pleading for release. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this titillating torture. A minute? An hour? I don’t rightfully know, all I know is that my body cannot withstand much longer before he pushed me over the edge. I clenched my inner walls and my body convulsed violently, screaming out in pleasure. He pinned me with his hips and shuddered above me as I felt him ejaculate inside me and groaned out, “Rebel.”

  I lose all awareness. The only thing that exists is him…him and the maelstrom of pleasure and emotion raging through my tattered body. It feels like a life time has passed before I float back to reality. He leaned down and gently kissed my cheek. I smile since I’m unable to form a coherent thought. He moved us so that I am lying on my side and he stroked my back, my buttocks, and legs until I am finally able to focus.

  “God, I think I’m in love with you,” I blurted out in the heat of the moment.

  He fastens his eyes on me and says, “I think I’m already in love with you. I know this seems soon, but some things can’t be measured by time. I want to talk to you forever. I want to stay with you forever. I’ve never felt this way before, and I know I don’t ever want to let you go.”

  I can’t say how long we lay that way, but eventually we drifted into a blissful sleep. My front was tucked into him with my head under his chin and my legs tangled with his. I woke up to the sound of Wyatt muttering, “Fuck.” I opened my eyes and lean back to look at him, “What’s wrong?”

  “Shit, Rebel, I’m so sorry,” he whispered. I started to panic at the distraught look on his face.

  “Oh my god, what’s wrong? Was it something I did? Do you regret having sex with me?” I cried.

  “Rebel, shit, I’m not sorry about having the most incredible sex with you. I’m sorry because I didn’t wear a condom,” he said. My heart rate picked up and my fight or flight instinct kicked in. I have never, ever…ever had unprotected sex. I inhale, exhale trying to calm my beating heart and racing thoughts. I’m covered. I’m on the pill, but now I’m thinking Wyatt didn’t really mean what he said to me earlier, that he was falling in love with me. How could I be so stupid to believe those beautiful heartfelt words he said in the heat of the moment? Was I just a conquest?

  “Breathe, pretty girl. I can see your mind racing twisting everything around,” he said.

  “I’m on the pill,” I blurted out.

  “I know. I remember you telling me that the first night. I just didn’t want you thinking I’m not clean, because I am,” he calmly said.

  “Yeah, whatever,” I said, trying my best not to give my thoughts away.

  “Hey…hey, look at me,” he whispered. I look up into his eyes and I know he can see the tears pooling in them.

  “I meant what I said earlier, Rebel. I thought I was in love with you, but now I know I am in love with you. I’ll always love you, no matter what happens between us,” he softly said.

  I instantly felt my body relax. I looked at him and whispered, “I’m sorry I panicked. I love you too, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you, completely happy.”

  AFTER REBEL'S MINI freak-out, she got up from the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. I couldn't help myself. I had to stare at that luscious ass of hers sway as she walked. Right before entering the bathroom she looked over her shoulder and winked at me. Okay, so I got busted ogling my beautiful girl's ass and those winks she gives me fucking do it for me. Any typical man would be cowering in fear and running away for admitting they fell in love, but I'm not that typical kind of man. I'm not one to run from fear. I always meet my fears head on and tackle them. Surprisingly, I'm not afraid to admit I'm in love with Rebel. It feels natural. I have been waiting for this girl my entire life. Sure, I know it's soon, but it feels right. She was made for me. Rebel's voice drifted from the bathroom. I knife up from the bed and joined her in the shower. I pressed up against her back and cupped her breasts.

  "Wyatt, don't you think it's strange?" she asked. I placed a kiss on her right shoulder before answering her, "What's strange, baby?"

  "Feeling the way we do, declaring our love for each other. I mean we hardly know each other," she said. I placed another kiss on her shoulder, only this time I nipped it with my teeth.

  "How can love be defined by time? Love is timeless. It happens when it happens," I whispered.

  "I've never known love. No one besides Bailey has ever said they love me," she murmured.

  "What about your mother?" I asked.

  "My mother has never shown me affection. She's never even hugged me. Growing up in her world was a nightmare. I always had to fend for myself and Bailey. I made sure I showered her with love. I took care of her since the day she was born. It was hard at first. My little sister was born a crack baby. The first few months I hardly slept because she cried a lot from the withdrawal she was going through," she said.

  My heart broke for her. She is truly precious and sweet. I was angry for her. Someone should have taken care of her. Someone should have shown her unconditional love. I turn her around in my arms. Looking into her eyes, so warm and trusting I realized I want to hold her forever.

  "I don't believe in love at first sight, but I know I lost my heart to you from the day you came into my life. I willingly give my heart to you, Rebel. Yes, it might be too soon, but nevertheless it's real," I said.

  She pulled my face down and kissed me. She lightly brushed her tongue against my lips before darting into my mouth. She clutched me desperately as the kiss intensified. My heart lurched up into my throat. Our lips were wet and hungry searching and reaching for more. I cupped her ass and lifted her up until my cock was lined up perfectly at her entrance. I pushed her against the tiled wall and slide in, in one hard thrust. She clutched my hair and moaned, "Wyatt."

  I kept my thrust at a slow and steady pace, savoring how it felt to be deep inside her. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. Her breath comes out in little tiny hitches and the sound is sexy as fuck.

  "Tell me, Rebel. I need to hear it," I whispered before sucking on her neck.

  "I love you, Wyatt," she moaned.

  "I love my name when you whisper it," I groaned.

  "Wyatt," she said.

  I increase the pace of my thrusts. She's on the verge of letting go. I lower one hand to her pussy and stimulate her clit. She gripped my dick within her walls and shattered within my arms. Her juices flowed and soaked my cock. Harder and faster I thrust until I grind deeper in her and explode.

  We quickly finish showering and got out. I grabbed the towels that were on top of the vanity and dry her first. She takes the other towel and dries me off. We go back to her room and get dressed. Rebel leaves the room to make us a bite to eat.


  Rebel and I are having lunch when her little sister comes in with tears running down her cherub face. Her blonde ringlets are in a ponytail and she has a pretty pink dress on. Her knees are scraped. Shit, the poor little angel must have fallen and needed her sister to comfort her.

  "Reby, I fe-fell," she wailed.

  Rebel drops to her knees and opened her arms out wide. Bailey runs right into them, burying her head in Rebel's neck. My girl soothingly rubbed circles down her back and says, "It's alright, munchkin. I will take care of it and make it feel better."

  She stood up with her and carried her toward the bathroom. I quietly follow them. She placed Bailey on the vanity and pulled out a first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. She took out a large gauze and absorbed the blood, then washed it. She sprayed Bailey's knee with an antiseptic and blew on it. She's such a loving sister and I can't help but fall for her more. She puts a hello kitty band aid on it and kisses Bailey on top of her head.

  "All better. See that wasn't so bad," Rebel said.

  "Reby, when are we going home back to mommy? I want my mommy," Bailey sniffled. I took that as my leave. I lightly touched her arm and mouthed, "I'll be outside if you need me." I went outside and sat on the steps.

  BAILEY WAS HAVING a temper tantrum. I was at my wits end not knowing how to deal with it. She has never acted out like that before. I didn’t know how to explain to an eight year old why we couldn’t see our mother or live with her again. Wyatt was trying to be sweet by offering to wait outside. I wanted to grab a hold of him and beg him not to leave me. I didn’t know how to handle this delicate situation. I've never let the adversities that plagued my life hold me back from feeling positive that I can overcome those obstacles and succeed, but dealing with screaming, demanding eight year old had me literally terrified.

  “Bailey, I know you want to go see ma, but at the moment we can’t,” I said soothingly.

  “Why can’t we see mommy? I wanna see my mommy!” she screamed.

  “Calm down Bailey. Mommy is sick right now. We have to wait until she’s better before we can visit her,” I said, hoping to diffuse the situation. She only cried harder. Big drops of tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her face. My heart broke for her. She’s too young to understand that our mother was an addict. I had no idea how to explain to her the situation we were living in was not good or healthy for either of us.

  "Shh, munchkin," I said, while trying to soothe her. I tried to pick her up from the vanity to hug her, but she kicked and punched me with her little hands and feet. I reacted on instinct and smacked her. She started to cry in big gulps, "I...I hate you Re...Reby." She jumped off the vanity and ran screaming, "I hate you and I don't want to see you."

  I tried to run after her to say I'm sorry, but she was out the door. I felt like the worst sister ever. I was struck dumb. I've never seen Bailey act out in this manner before. She's always been a sweet tempered child and her outburst had me questioning if I made the right decision in removing her from the volatile environment we were both subjected to by our mother. She was out the door before I could reach her. I looked out just in time to catch a glimpse of her running inside Victor's house. I was pacing up and down the hallway, clenching my hands self-doubting myself for taking Bailey away from the only mother she's ever known. I hit my sister and now she hated me. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. Wyatt came back in and pulled me up into his arms. He sat down with me and held me until my sobbing subsided.

  "She hates me," I whispered.

  "Baby, she doesn't hate you. She's angry. I'm sure she's confused, scared and doesn't know how to express her frustrations. She's only eight years old," he said.

  "I smacked her. I smacked her across her beautiful little face and now I feel like the worst sister ever. I've never hit her before," I wailed.

  "Baby, you didn't do that maliciously. We are all humans and react in tense situations. You know she loves you. She knows you love her too. Let her calm down and then go talk to her," he gently said.

  I was a massive ball of nerves, feelings, and too many emotions at once. I felt sad...sad because I just had my first argument with my little sister. Hunger...hunger for the most beautiful, caring and tattooed hottie holding me. I couldn't help myself; I strategically placed my lips on his and kissed him. Our tongues were in sync as our kissed deepened.

  Wyatt pulled his lips from mine and said, "The first time I saw you it was, but a glimpse on a crowed train. A glimpse of cute girl, but the first time I really saw you I was mesmerized. I was speechless. Time stood still and all I could focus on was you. I've never felt that before. You graced me with a beautiful smile, a wink and I was lost...lost in you."

  "My whole life was filled with chaos. In the middle of it all I met you. I'm a strong person. I can handle anything thrown my way, but I also need someone to take my hand and tell me everything is going to be alright. You, Wyatt, are the something or rather the someone special I've been waiting for my whole life," I whispered.

  He looked deeply into my eyes, smiled and said, “Your lips look lonely, maybe we should re-introduce them to mine." He cradled my face and kissed me. I returned the kiss with fervor as if my life depended on it. I’ve never wanted to be involved with anyone or be in a relationship, but being with Wyatt felt right. He was filling a void in my heart. These feelings I was having felt foreign to me. Meeting Wyatt only showed me how alone I was and how much everyone needs someone else, even me. He’s integrated himself into my heart and life. Meeting him has altered my life in a catalytic way and my life would never be the same. There are seven billion people in this world and he had to walk into mine. He left me with no choice, but to give him my whole heart to. I kissed him again and whispered against his lips, “I guess I better go talk to Bailey.”

  “Yeah,” he whispered back and licked my lips. I got off his lap and reached out and grabbed his hand, “Come on, the sooner I make up with her, the better I will feel.”

  “Lead the way, pretty girl,” he said. We made our way to the door and knocked. The door opened and Bailey threw herself on me. She hugged my legs tight and cried, “I’m sorry Rebel. I love you.”

  I picked her up and looked into her beautiful baby blues and whispered, “I’m sorry too, munchkin. I love you and I am so sorry for losing my temper.”

  “I just miss mommy, Reby,” she muttered.

  “I know. I miss her too,” I said. I did miss my mother. Not knowing if she were okay or even eating was bothering me. I worried if she was able to pay the bills or still employed. I know I told her I was never going back and I’m not, but I was going to go and check on her. I needed to see for myself if she was alright. I had a guilty conscious and it was eating me alive.

  “Can we go see her?” Bailey asked.

  “Not today, munchkin, but I promise one day we will go visit her.” I lied. There was no way I would take her back there with our mother in the condition she was when we left. I left my mother for a reason. She needed to realize that we were no longer putting up with her alcoholic and drug induced life. If she wanted to be an active participant in our lives, then she needed to change. Wyatt patiently waited while my sister and I had our little talk. He even chose to stay for dinner. It was nice having him here. Victor even approved of Wyatt, which gave me the confidence to do the same, to let myself open up even more to him. After dinner, he invited me to come over. I kissed my sister goodnight and slipped out with Wyatt after she drifted into a deep slumber.

  I MUST BE going nuts, but these feelings for Rebel won’t be stopped. She's the perfect fit for me. I never would have imagined that a mere glimpse of a girl on a crowded train would change my world. I honestly thought I would never see her again. No one knew how to find her. For god sakes, she didn’t even own a cellphone and now here she is, in my place. I spent the whole day with her. Now, she’s going to spend the night in my arms and in my bed. I want to be her favorite hello and her hardest goodbye. When I first saw her I was afraid to get involved, but then she walked into
my shop and I wanted to kiss her. Then when I first kissed her I was afraid to love her, but now that I love her I’m afraid to lose her. She is a breath of fresh air and she is quickly filling a void in my life. I feel complete with her. I’m a firm believer that things in life happen for a reason and for some inexplicable reason she crashed into my world and into my heart. It was pretty late, but all I could think about was being buried deep inside her sweet pussy. I grabbed her hand and led her up the stairs to my bedroom. She stripped down to her very bare and very see through underwear. My cock was already hard, but seeing her skimpy panties, had me so hard I thought my dick would break through my pants.

  “Fuck me, but you’re incredibly hot,” I groaned. I took a step towards her and reached for her tits. They were more than a handful and I pinched her nipples until she gasped. I pulled the cups down and took both nipples into my mouth, sucking them in before biting them hard. She grabbed my hair tight and said, “Harder.” I couldn’t get enough of her…her sweetness…her essence. I had to taste all of her. I used one hand and unclasped her bra and slowly eased the straps down her arms until it silently filtered to the floor. I licked and kissed my way down her body. I licked her belly button and kissed her stomach. I licked inside her inner thighs and ripped her panties off. I continued to lick and tease her inner thighs until she tried shifting her body over so I could lick her wet lips. I shifted my head and continued to lick down her legs until I reached her calf and gently nipped them with my teeth. She was trembling and highly aroused. When she couldn’t take the teasing anymore I lifted her left leg and placed it over my shoulder. I sank my tongue deep into her wet pussy lips and lapped up her juices. She nearly exploded in my mouth. I felt her whole body quiver. I licked and nipped on her clit, over and over until she was at the edge of her release. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it deeper into her wet folds. My knees were hurting from kneeling, so I lifted her up with my face still planted in her pussy. She wrapped both her legs around my head and I grabbed her ass to keep her steady. I continued my assault on her on her clit and placed her on the bed. She moaned and screamed, “Fuck, yes! Wyatt, so good!” I kept tormenting her with my tongue until she erupted and screamed, “Yes, fuck, yes!” I happily and greedily slurped on her honey juices.