by J. J. McAvoy
She leaned forward, glaring at me. “If I ever betrayed your trust, it was to save your goddamn life, you ungrateful bastard. I wouldn’t have had the chance had you not betrayed your own damn self to begin with. Isn’t that why you’re going around like the big bad wolf now. To atone for leaving us in the first place?”
My hand twitched. It was the first time in all of my life I felt the need to hurt her. Not just her, but Ethan. It felt like once again he’d taken something from me. No…showed me it wasn’t really mine to begin with. This was his world. I was just living in it, obliviously. How did the tables turn so quickly? Just last afternoon we were both laughing on her bed and starting something new with one another. Tempting each other. But apparently, I was the idiot who didn’t realize what was happening around me…again.
“Let’s not talk about this now,” I said, rising to move away from her before I really did hurt her.
“No, Wyatt,” she replied before I could even take a step. “I’m not done talking.”
“I’m done listening.” I walked toward the door, but before I could make it there, the door closed on its own. Not just that one, either. It seemed like the whole place went on lockdown.
Turning back around, she frowned at me, waving her phone in her hand. “When I’m done, I’ll put this app on your phone, too.”
Before I could calm myself, I was back in front of her face “Helen, I’m not joking with you anymore. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you playing with me? Are you admitting that this whole time you’ve been playing me? You were supposed to be the good one! The one who rose above this, who wanted more than this life! You were supposed to be the black sheep in the field with me.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that as if black sheep are not still sheep!” she snapped back at me. “We’ve been trying to be good people to each other, pretend that we are different from other people in this family. But we aren’t, and right now, we can’t afford to be because our family is being attacked. I want to be open with you about everything. The good, the bad, the worst of myself. I want…I want fun, but I also want the type of relationship your parents had…the type mine have. I’m confessing that I’m all in.”
I didn’t know what to say to her. And she moved closer to me, reaching up to touch my face. “Show me your dark side, your worst side, too, because I’m all in. I’m on your side, and no one else’s, not even Ethan’s anymore. Just yours.”
She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to a pool of green around her feet. I knew without a doubt this really was payback. Payback for all the times I forced her to confront me and my actions. She kept throwing one curve ball after another at me, and each time I had little to no time to adjust to her.
“You aren’t going to let me escape you, are you?” I whispered. “I didn’t realize you were so greedy, Helen.”
“I learned from you, Wyatt,” she replied softly.
Total surrender. That is what she wanted. That is what I had apparently taught her, and now I could see why so many people were pissed off at my selfishness…I gave them no other choice but to bend to my will.
I sighed, glancing down only to see all of her again. “Your nipples are hard.”
“It is a little cold…and I am naked.”
“I guess we aren’t making the play now—”
She kissed me, and the moment she did, my arms wrapped her waist, holding her to me as my tongue entered her mouth. Reaching down, I grabbed onto her thighs, lifted her up and moved over to the couch.
Seeing her like this, feeling her under me like this…it was like she was bewitching me.
“Fuck me, Wyatt.”
The moment she said those three little words I knew I was in serious trouble. So this was how men became slaves to their women.
I’m screwed.
SEVENTEEN
“What's a fuck when what I want is love?”
~ Henry Miller
HELEN
How many times had we fucked so far?
I’d lost count.
All I knew was that I was going to need a new damn couch at this rate.
“What has you so distracted?” he asked from above me.
I grinned. “Only you.”
He smirked, taking my nipples into his mouth while his hands found their way between my thighs again. I bit back the moan trying to escape from my lips. He kissed my breast, moving up my chest, my neck. I grabbed his hair when he got my lips. He kissed me briefly and pulled back, but I wanted more than that. So when he left enough short kisses on my lips, I held him in place. Sliding my tongue into his mouth…our tongues rolled over each other in wet, languid kisses.
“God, your pussy is so wet for me,” he moaned into my mouth before pulling his fingers from me. He brought his hand to my lips and without hesitation I tasted myself, eagerly sucking my wetness off his fingers. His eyes glazed over as I grabbed onto his cock, running my finger over the tip of him.
“Fuck, Helen.” He bit his lip as I moved my hand slowly up and down the length of him.
I enjoyed the look on his face more than I ever thought I would; the pleasure rippled through him, and the way he stared into my eyes only made me crave more.
“I need you,” he whispered, taking my hand into his, forcing me to stop.
“I need you, too,” I replied softly as he kissed me hard. He paused, neither of us saying anything. We just stared, our lips hovering over each other’s. I knew what he was trying to say…I belonged to him now. We’d gone too far to ever stop now. We couldn’t pretend this was just an accident, that we didn’t know what we were doing. We’d made the choice. We made it repeatedly.
“Wyat—” Before I could even get his name out, he was slamming himself into me.
I hissed as my back arched off the couch. “Fuck!”
“God, Helen…,” he gasped out from above me, holding my thighs as he pounded his cock inside of me.
“No,” I moaned, unsuccessfully gripping onto his back as he pulled out slowly. Surprising me, he thrusted back in suddenly, just once before pulling out at the same tortuously slow pace.
“Ah—” I tried to protest, but he simply kissed me, biting my bottom lip before burying himself deeply inside me again. I could barely grasp what was going on, my mind going into a daze…he grabbed onto my hips, and it was like he couldn’t hold himself back…I could feel him in me, feeling every inch of him as he drove himself in and out.
“Wyatt…” I couldn’t help the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I was feeling so many different things at once.
And he didn’t stop, how could he? Instead, he lifted my leg up onto his shoulder. I could feel my toes curl. I grabbed onto his hair and the way he kissed the length of my arms felt so loving, so tender, such a contradiction to how he normally was...
I felt so… so damn alive.
He was rough, he was passionate, sweet and sinful all at once… and I craved it all…every part of him. Bringing my leg down, I pushed against his chest, locking my legs just above his ass. He rolled us over.
His eyes were like liquid fire, focused only on me, and I knew he was seeing the same emotions reflected in mine.
“Ahh…,” he hissed as I rose off him slowly before suddenly taking him inside me again. “Fuck, Helen.”
He reached up to touch me, but I smacked his hand away, grinning as he glared at me.
When he reached up a second time to grab my breast, I slapped his hand away, again, giggling at the frustrated look on his face. Sitting still, I grinned as he bit his lips.
“Are you toying with me?” he asked.
I rolled my hips, and his eyes closed as he swallowed slowly, exhaling through his nose.
“Me? Toying with you? Never,” I replied, but before I could get another word out, he flipped me back onto my back and pulled out of me…I shivered at the sudden the loss of him.
He hovered over me like a wolf about to devour his prey.
“I was trying to
be gentle, but obviously you’re out to drive me mad,” he said through deep breaths…sweat rolling down the side of his face.
“When did I ask for gentle?” I arched my back, brushing my hands over his chest. “Don’t hold back, Wyatt…make me see stars.”
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, and the way he glared, the way he spoke…how could I not listen? There was barely any space on the couch and between our bodies, but I turned onto my stomach, rising up to get onto all fours. He rubbed my ass slowly, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I had no idea what he was about to do, but my heart was racing with excitement at the possibilities.
“Tell me to stop.” That was all he said, so I wasn’t sure what he meant until—
SLAP.
“Ah…” My mouth dropped, and my eyes went wide, my voice caught in my throat. He slapped me. It had only just registered when…
SLAP.
It was like electricity shot through me. My whole body trembled.
SLAP.
“Wy…” My vision blurred, I was so wet for him…I…
SLAP.
The force of his hand on my ass had me moaning like a whore. I wanted more.
“Tell me to stop,” he said again.
“No.”
And he didn’t stop. In rapid succession, he slapped my ass until I couldn’t handle it…the pleasure and the pain made my knees weak. I couldn’t help but collapse onto the couch. He brushed my hair to the side, kissing the side of my face…whispering into my ear. “Don’t wimp out on me now…I’m only getting started.”
I couldn’t speak. There wasn’t anything I could say. I merely closed my eyes as he left soft butterfly-like kisses all over my shoulders and down my spine. How did I get this lucky? Why was this happening now? How could I make sure this never stopped? I thought to myself when all of a sudden—
He made it down my thighs and I shifted onto my side. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, spread my lips, and started licking my pussy—oh my god!
“Oh!”
“You’re so wet you’re dripping...,” he moaned against me, holding on tight as he licked and sucked. My breathing was all kinds of fucked up, and I couldn’t help but move against his mouth. I was on fire…I was fighting the urge to come right there and then…but I didn’t want to be the only one this…hot.
“WYATT!” I cried out as I came.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled away from him. He glanced up at me, no longer licking, and breathed deeply.
“Excuse you…I was eating there.” The son of the bitch was grinning, not a hint of shame anywhere on his face.
“Let me help you,” I replied, getting back onto him, this time with his cock in my face and my pussy in his. He was rock hard, his cock even twitching eagerly. I took it into my hands and kissed the tip before running my tongue slowly down the full length of his cock.
“Fuck!” he moaned, which was more than enough reason for me to keep going. Closing my eyes, I used my tongue to run circles over him and then took him into my mouth. The moment I did, he ate me out all over again.
Faster.
More.
Make him come.
It was all that went through my mind as I stroked and sucked on him.
“Hel-en….afuckh.” His voice was like music to my ears as he came in my mouth, and I drank all of him in before letting go and wiping the side of my mouth.
My chest rising and falling.
Sitting up in the small space beside him, I turned to look at him, but he had his arm over his face, his chest rising and falling, too.
“I have a confession to make,” he spoke while still not looking at me.
“I’m all ears,” I said, repeating the same thing he’d said to me earlier.
“I’ve been attracted to you for years.”
“What?”
He took his arm away and looked at me with that devilish smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years…not just fuck. I’ve wanted make love to you for years. I didn’t understand my feelings then, and so I did what I always do. I buried them. I forced myself to look at you in one way, and because of that, you’ve been watching me screw around with other women…because of that I’ve been hurting you. I’m sorry.”
“I…you…” I inhaled, unable to say anything, so I turned away. “Obviously all the sex is messing with—”
“What have I told you about determining my feelings for me?” he said, sitting up, and I couldn’t help but shiver when he brushed the side of my cheek.
“I thought you just wanted fun?”
He leaned in to kiss my neck, and just like that I was under his spell. My eyes closed; I couldn’t help but lean into him.
“You grew up with me, Helen,” he whispered into my ear. “You saw what I saw. So, you should know that no Callahan just wants fun…we settle for fun until we find what we really want.”
“And that is?” I knew the answer, but I didn’t dare say it.
“Obsession,” he replied softly, smiling at me. “Someone to obsess over, to live for, to fight for…to love to the brink of insanity. That makes everything else worth it.”
“Can I be that person?”
“Aren’t you already that person? Didn’t you swear to choose me? To be on my side above everyone else’s?”
“I did. I will.”
“And haven’t I already obsessed about you? Killed for you. Chased after you? Accepted you?”
“You did…you have.”
He kissed my forehead. “So you are mine now, Helen. Everyone is going to be shocked. Your father is going to want to kill me. We’re going have more than a few people disgusted with us, and even more than that hoping we fail. But you’re mine now, Helen. This is real, and I’m not going to change my mind.”
In other words…stand strong beside me.
All I could do was nod.
He grinned, kissing my lips softly. “Congrats, you’ve tamed a Callahan.”
I laughed but then shrugged. “It wasn’t all that hard actually. All I had do was get drunk apparently.”
“God, when did I become so easy.” He laughed, too. Before I could say anything, he picked me up. “Let’s take a shower.”
From the moment we left the living room until he carried me to the bathroom, we didn’t say anything. He turned on the water, and I stepped in first, enjoying the heat on my skin. I knew he was watching, and it made me feel sexier.
He was mine now.
He wasn’t going to walk away from me. But I knew without a doubt I hadn’t tamed him in all areas. Nor did I want to.
I liked my sex dirty.
I didn’t want him tame for that. I wanted him free to dominate me in anyway his heart desired.
“Are you going to just watch, or are you going to make me moan?” I asked him, covering up my chest to tease him. “Or do I have to beg for your cock, Wyatt?”
He didn’t speak; he just took my arms and pulled them from my chest so he could watch the water drip down my body. The way his brown-green eyes looked over every inch of my skin made a familiar warmth swell between my thighs. I saw his cock rise and felt tempted to lick the water from not only it, but all of him. The water poured over his muscles slowly, as though he was starring in my own personal fantasy. I wanted…I wanted him badly. I leaned against the tiled walls and lifted one leg, rubbing it against his strong thigh. He let go of my arms before grabbing my leg and pushing against me. I moaned, pulling him closer to kiss his chest. He tasted sweet, spicy, and utterly sinful.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lifting my face to meet his before kissing me. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and started playing with his hair as our tongues battled.
He let go of my legs, setting me on the ground gently before turning me around, pressing me against the wall. He kissed down my spine before making his way back up. My voice caught in my throat as he loosened me up with his hands first.
“Relax, baby,” he sai
d to me. “Trust me, give in to me.”
I nodded, trusting his hands…my whole body felt like it was under his control. And I didn’t even have time to think before his cock found my ass.
“Ahh!” I moaned, water pouring into my mouth.
Pressing his hands against the wall beside my head, he waited for a moment before he thrust forward, grinding against me. He kissed my back and shoulders while grabbing ahold of my breasts, pinching my nipples.
“Oh…”
“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby,” he warned, and before I could speak, he did just that.
Fuck!
He pulled out before slowly thrusting in again, no doubt pacing for my sake, for me to adjust to the abuse he was about to give. Excited, I grabbed his hands, forcing him to pinch me harder.
“That’s my girl.”
That was the last thing I heard before he gripped my hips and began a punishing pace.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
The sound of our skin slapping together and his moans, the feeling of his hard body behind mine…it was…it was all prefect.
“Wyatt, please,” I pleaded as he spread my legs apart, fucking in and out of me faster than I thought possible. My legs shook, and I wasn’t even sure what sounds I was making. I just hoped the wall could hold us. He lifted my left leg up and just went deeper. My natural wetness dripped, which encouraged him to slap my pussy over and over as he fucked me in the ass.
“So good, oh my god! More please!” I screamed as I came with his next slam.
I was lost…the whole world seemed to fall apart. I was in heaven. He bit my neck, ramming himself deeply into me.
“Before this night is over,” he grunted out. “…I’m going to have you in every way humanly possible—ahh.”
He gripped onto my breast as he came inside me...and I wanted him even more. I wanted everything he could give and more.
Slowly he slid out of me, but held my body to him. Slowly I turned back to face him. And then reaching up, I brushed the water from his face, and he kissed my palm.
