by Lane Hart
I stretch out on top of Blair’s naked little body, still fully dressed other than my free flying cock that I grind between her legs. When she moans, and her pussy wets the sensitive tip of my shaft, my entire body shudders above her. I need to be inside her, but first, answers.
Leaning down, I take one of her beaded nipples between my lips, sucking on it before I nip at it with my teeth, making her gasp.
“Why the fuck was he here, Blair?” I ask again while I keep pumping my hips, fucking her pussy lips but not entering her yet.
“I-I don’t know,” she eventually replies, her eyes drifting closed with her quickening breaths, her legs spreading wider and hips lifting to try and take me inside her.
“Try again,” I say. Wanting her so out of her mind with pleasure that she’ll tell me anything I want, I dip my hand between our bodies and ease a finger inside her tight heat.
“Ah!” she cries out before her hips buck, and she starts fucking my hand. I let her until those walls start to clench around my finger, and then I pull it free.
“Why was Brede fucking here tonight?” I ask through clenched teeth. While I want answers, I also want to bury my dick inside her right this fucking second.
“Car,” she says, meaning the one out front I’m sure. The stolen one that he stupidly left parked right outside the house.
“What else?” I ask. “Did he touch you?” Replacing one finger with two, I plunge them inside her, curling them so that it won’t take long for her to get off. “Tell me or I’ll stop,” I threaten, pulling my fingers away.
“No!” she exclaims, wiggling her hips and squeezing her thighs around my hand to keep it between her legs. “I-I sucked him off.”
Time seems to freeze as those four words bounce around my skull, and I try to make sense of them. Of course, I know what a blowjob is. I had my first one when I was twelve. It left me…confused, like I shouldn’t like that warm, wet mouth, but I did, so fucking much, despite how wrong it was. Since I ran away, I haven’t let anyone put their mouth on my cock, but I want hers on it, so much so that precum drips from the tip, leaking onto her pelvis.
“You sucked his dick?” I ask her. She licks her lips as if in remembrance of his taste and then nods. I nearly bust a nut right there, all over her stomach. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think of…golf, the most boring sport there is so that I won’t come until I’m inside her pussy.
Well, I guess that explains why she’s still alive. He’s fucking with her. Using her.
“Is that it?” I ask. She nods, but then looks away, making me think she’s lying.
“He-he’s gone down on me…before,” she replies softly. “Not today.”
I already knew that.
“But he hasn’t fucked you?” I ask to make sure.
She shakes her head.
Thank God, because her virginity is mine. I’ve been through too much shit because of her and her father’s lies, so it’s the least she can do to make it up to me. She’s laid out naked in front of me, tied to the bed, mine for the taking. And I’m gonna fucking take.
My two fingers start pumping inside of her again, and she’s so wet the noise is obscene. It doesn’t take long for her to come for me, her back arching, her mouth open in a silent scream. I really wanna fuck that mouth too, but not right now.
While she’s still writhing in bliss, I fist my cock and guide it right on inside of her. Blair tenses up at the invasion, making her even tighter as I force my way deeper until I’m sheathed all the way in, her vise grip squeezing all around my aching cock.
“God, that’s good,” I say as my eyes close in ecstasy and I start to move, pulling out and ramming in again and again. Each stroke even better than the last. Blair cries out with every thrust, in pleasure or pain I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter because now the worst is over. I can’t stop even if she wanted me to. Her pussy is amazing, so goddamn tight like you only get that one time with virgins. She squeezes the fuck out of my cock until my balls draw up, and my release becomes all I can think about. My hips pump faster with the urgency to come. I’m so close…so fucking close.
“FUCK!” I shout as my cock swells and jerks inside her, so violently that my whole body shudders as I fill her with my cum.
After the last of the tremors, I collapse on top of her and kiss her neck where my head is buried, silently thanking her for giving me something so fucking amazing.
“You okay?” I ask, my breath still coming in pants. Her head moves in a nod underneath me that I don’t buy as the truth. “You sure? You’re gonna be sore for a day or so,” I warn her. She’s not the first virgin I’ve been with. There’ve been so many I lost count. So incredible, but still making me feel just as guilty as all the other times. It’s been years since I’ve popped a cherry, and this one was all for me, unlike the others. She actually wanted me to take it from her.
Sweat drips from my forehead and onto Blair’s shoulder, but then the liquid shower seems to speed up and I hear the all too familiar sniffle of a girl crying.
No, no, no.
She’s not supposed to cry.
I push up and sit back on my knees to look at Blair’s face and…my heart breaks. Tears are pouring down her cheeks right before the sobs start.
Oh, fuck. What have I done? I thought she wanted me to fuck her…
Oh God, I’m a monster.
There’s no one else to blame this time. No way to appease the guilt by saying I didn’t have a choice when I took my pleasure from her body. I’ve fucked everything up and snapped her in half. Now she’ll never help me go after her father, to free my own father, and it’s all my fault.
I’ve ruined everything.
Chapter Twenty
Brede
With a swift kick of my booted right foot, the blue plastic garbage can sitting on the curb for pickup goes flying into the perfectly manicured yard, littering it with trash.
The sight improves my mood by about a centimeter.
After I left Blair, I couldn’t take her car since I’m an idiot assassin who doesn’t know how to hotwire a fucking car. My bike is still back at Rog’s, so I started walking, too stubborn or angry to call a cab, I’m not sure which.
You’re an asshole, and he’s not.
Her goddamn voice won’t shut the fuck up, saying that shit over and over again in my head. The most words I ever heard her speak and it was to insult me. I deserve it, of course. Truer words have never been spoken. I am nothing less than a certified, grade-A asshole. But it’s the words he’s not that are my hang up. He’s. Fucking. Not. The biggest ball busting words anyone has ever said to me. I don’t know who he is, but I would really like to introduce my fist to his face or my bullet to his skull.
Actually, that’s not a bad idea.
No telling who this prick is and what he wants with Blair. Well, I’m pretty sure I know what he wants because it’s the same thing I want…But I also want more, to protect her and take care of her.
Taking the last drag on my cigarette, I toss it to the pavement and grind it out with my boot as I debate whether or not I should go back. You know, just to see who this dick is and make sure he knows I’ll put a bullet in his head if he screws her over. Yes, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
Pivoting around, I start walking back toward her neighborhood. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but it’s definitely not been a short trek. It’s gonna take a while. Which is good. I need time to figure out what I’m gonna say to Blair. That I wanna meet her man? That I’m gonna threaten his life if he doesn’t treat her right and keep her safe? So what if she’s still pissed at me. It’s not like she can throw me out of the house.
Really, what I should do is throw her over my shoulder, find the goddamn keys to the stolen car and haul her ass out of town. Fuck the guy who she says isn’t an asshole. Blair’s probably wrong about him since she isn’t the best judge of character, obviously. All men are assholes. And if he’s not, then he’s probably a weak, limp-dicked bastard who
can’t protect her. At least not against the men who her father will send after her once he realizes I haven’t done my job. He’s probably gonna come after me for the quarter million he wired me as an advance. Fuck him. They’ll just have to find me before I kill him first.
An hour or so later as I stroll through the last intersection before her father’s house, I feel even more certain about my decision. The girl doesn’t know what’s good for her, but I damn well do. So, it may take me owning up to the real reason about why I’m in town to convince her that we need to haul ass out of here sooner rather than later. If that’s what I have to do, then fuck it, I will. After that, I probably will have to haul her kicking and screaming over my shoulder since she’s gonna be pissed. More than pissed. She’s gonna be hurt and maybe hate me for being the type of guy who kills for money. But maybe I can get her to forgive me. If nothing else, I can at least keep her safe.
When I step into the yard, I hear it...Blair crying. The sound is familiar now, and just like before, it makes my insides ache, right over where my heart would be if I had one. It’s so clear that it sounds like she’s sitting in her backyard. What the fuck is wrong with her, putting herself on display like that?
I walk around the corner of the house, but in the darkness, I don’t see her. Her sobs are definitely louder out here. That’s when I notice a raised window. Figuring it’s hers, I walk over and peek inside.
No.
No fucking way.
I squint to try to see better in the dark, but I swear to fucking God it looks like she’s tied to her bed…completely naked.
Half a second later I’m vaulting over into the room.
“Blair, baby, are you okay?” I ask, stepping closer to the bed. My hand reaches out to wipe away her tears, but I pull back at the last second, scared it’ll make things worse since she hasn’t opened her eyes or responded to my words. I’m not sure if she even knows I’m here. She’s so…lost and broken. And sure as fuck, her arms are tied over her head.
Not knowing what else to do, and afraid to touch her, I start undoing the knots.
After a few frustrating seconds where her cries increase and my patience wears thin, I pull out my pocket knife and slit the material right down the middle so she can at least lower her arms. As soon as they’re free, she rolls to her side and curls up in the fetal position, her shoulders shaking with her breakdown.
Jesus.
What the hell happened in here, and what the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Since I don’t wanna try to put her clothes on her until she calms down, I pull the sheet up over her nakedness. When she doesn’t protest, I cover her with the comforter too. And then I stand there, silently watching her have a breakdown and not doing a goddamn thing. I want to break something or hit someone, the fucker who left her this way.
Her sobs quiet down. And when there’s only the occasional sniffle, I sit down next to her and try to talk to her again. Not that she would talk to me before…
“Blair?” I ask. “Are you okay?” I watch her head to see if it moves in one direction or another. Nothing, no response, and it’s fucking killing me.
“Blair, baby, please say something, anything…”
Scooting closer to her, I lean over and gently brush the damp hair from her face, wet from her tears. “Shh,” I say when she starts sniffling again. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
Suddenly rolling over, she throws herself into my arms, so I hold her tightly and try to calm her down with hushed words, soothing my palms up and down her back. Who knows if it helps, but at least she’s letting me touch her.
Eventually, her body relaxes, and her chest rises and falls deeply like she’s drifted off to sleep. Holding her against me, I scoot down lower into the bed to get more comfortable, but I know I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
…
Blair
I wake up with my head resting on a hard chest and strong arms banded around me. It takes me a minute to realize that this is Brede and not Aden tonight. No, Aden came and left right after he fucked me.
It wasn’t all bad, and I don’t necessarily think it’s his fault that I’m sore, isn’t that to be expected? But afterward, he just up and left when I needed him to hold and comfort me like I was more than just a careless fuck to him. Instead, he didn’t even untie me. If Brede hadn’t come back, then I don’t know how long I would’ve been stuck here, alone and…defiled. That’s definitely not exactly how I imagined my first time.
I push myself up because I want to go soak in a warm bath, not just to clean myself of him, but to soothe the ache between my legs.
“Hey,” Brede says when I sit up. “Are you okay? I’m worried about you.”
I nod and throw the covers off. But before I can climb off the bed, Brede gets out of bed and reaches over and turns on the bedside lamp. I know he’s just trying to help, and I’m glad he’s here, that he came back, but at the same time, I don’t want him to see me this way.
“Fuck, Blair,” Brede says when he turns away and swipes a palm down his face. He walks toward the window and then back to the bed. “Did you let some fucker do that to you?” he asks, waving a hand toward the pink staining my legs and the sheets. His gaze moves to my wrists that still have the scarf wrapped around them, shredded in the middle by Brede’s knife I’m assuming.
Hanging my head, I nod since I did let him. I knew what was gonna happen, I just didn’t know what to expect afterward. It certainly wasn’t him leaving me without a word.
When I try to ease off the bed, I can’t help but wince.
“Goddamn it,” Brede mutters before he lifts me in his arms. “I may have hurt you, but I wouldn’t have left you, not like this,” he says, making me feel even worse as I wind my arms around his neck, and he carries me to the bathroom, knowing without me telling him that it was my intended destination.
Of course, I thought about losing my virginity to Brede. Why I didn’t is probably because I was scared he would be callous about it while Aden wouldn’t. Look how well that turned out.
Sitting me down on the edge of the tub, Brede asks, “Bath?”
With my nod, he turns on the faucet and runs his hand underneath the water to check the temperature, before adjusting the two dials. Once it’s set to his liking, he pulls out a pocketknife from his jeans and starts cutting the material away from each of my wrists.
“What kind of sick fuck…” Brede mutters under his breath while he works, easily taking care of what’s left of the scarf. Finished, he throws away the shredded pieces, and then picks me up and sits me gently into the tub.
As the water rises, I reach for the body wash and pour it into the stream to make bubbles because I feel too exposed and want to cover myself with something. When the water is nearly to the top of the tub, I turn the faucet off and lean back against the wall. The warm water feels good between my thighs and relaxes the muscles in my sore arms.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” Brede says from his seat on the closed toilet lid. Unable to look at him, I play with the bubbles to give him time to explain. “Bringing back your car was supposed to be an apology; but before I could explain that, you were pissed off at me again.”
That’s true. He’s good at pissing me off. But so far he’s doing pretty well with the making up.
“Your dad really does want you dead and soon, which is why I wanted you to leave with me. You’re not safe here. Don’t you think this will be the first place anyone thinks to look for you?” he asks.
He’s right, of course, but it’s not like I can explain to him why I can’t just leave with him. Although, after earlier with Aden, I don’t know what to expect from him either. Will he still want to help me? Is he gonna come back for me?
“Will you just consider getting the fuck out of town?” Brede asks. Finally meeting his eyes, I nod because I assume that’s Aden’s plan too. If not, it’s my new one. I’ll wait, and if I don’t hear from Aden again by tomorrow afternoon, then I’ll go with Brede if he
’s still here.
“I’m not leaving you until you make me,” he says, making me smile since he always does that, seeming to know exactly what I’m thinking. I nod my agreement again since I don’t want him to leave either. If Aden still wants my help, he’ll just have to deal with Brede, whether he wants to or not.
Actually, that seems like the best freaking idea ever.
“Why do you look so happy?” Brede asks. And this time, when I glance over at him, I recognize the hooded expression on his face right away. He wants me, he’s also still angry, but now his eyes are roaming over the parts of me exposed in the water and bubbles. And when he licks his bottom lip, that small flash of his tongue makes my nipples perk right up. The slight widening of his eyes and flaring of his nostrils tells me he definitely noticed their change.
“Maybe I should wait in your room,” he says when he stands up to leave. On his way past the tub, I reach out and grab his jean-covered thigh to stop him. When he pauses, I don’t waste any time sliding my wet hand higher until I’m grasping his bulge. His groan echoes around the room’s tiled walls.
I ease his zipper carefully over his erection and Brede takes care of the rest. After pulling his shirt over his head, he takes off his shoes and socks and shucks his pants while I sit up to drain some of the water from the tub, knowing he’ll slosh a lot of it out when he joins me. After it recedes, he climbs in and straddles my legs that are clenched together protectively, stretching out on top of me. His mouth crashes down on mine as he braces a hand on the back of the tub. I run my fingers through the sides of his hair, holding his lips to mine. Brede’s so hard it feels like his erection is gonna penetrate me through my stomach. And if I weren't so sore, I would definitely let him inside me. With his tongue stroking mine and his hand on my breast, I want him so much. Since I know he needs to come, I want to make him feel good.
