When Natalie and I got to my house, I was in desperate need to take back control of something in my life. And that something was Natalie. I needed her, needed to control her body and her pleasure, until I felt calm and in control again. I followed her wordlessly up the sidewalk to my front door, listening to her talk animatedly about how much fun she had and how great Jensen's band had been. She was beautiful in her enthusiasm, and it turned me on. Everything she did turned me on.
I unlocked the door and followed her in, then closed the door and locked it. She started to say something, but snapped her mouth shut when I turned to face her. I closed the small distance between us and reached up to grip her ponytail firmly.
"David," she whimpered my name. She sighed in submission as I tilted her head back to bare her neck to me.
"No talking unless I say you can," I said sternly, my voice rough and demanding. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Her voice was breathy and aroused. Her body relaxed against me, and I think she knew that I needed this right now. I'm sure she sensed my darkened mood after my conversation with Sydney. I was subdued and quiet ever since.
I growled and latched onto the soft skin of her neck, sucking and biting until her body shivered in reaction. I gripped her hip and ground my cock into her, pulling a moan out of her. She clutched onto my shirt, wadding the fabric tightly in her fists. She whimpered in need and a dark smile spread across my lips. I pushed her roughly against the nearby wall, trapping her there with my body and thrusting my pelvis against hers.
"You're so needy tonight," I said in a low tone. "I'm going to make you beg for my cock." She mewled at my words, but managed not to speak. She was such a good girl. I rewarded her with a hard almost bruising kiss that made her squirm and moan. She raised her hands and twisted her fingers into the hair at the back of my head. The pain felt so good.
I jerked her loose-fitting sweater down until I bared her black strapless bra. I pressed an open mouth kiss to the soft skin between her breasts. I reached into the cup of her bra and gripped her left breast firmly, pinched her nipple between two fingers. She gasped and pushed her chest up toward me. I loved the way she responded to me.
I gripped her hips and lifted her up so that she could wrap her long toned legs around my waist. It was one of my favorite things in the world. I let her trail soft kisses along my jawline as I carried her to my room. I was aching for her, but I wanted to take my time, knowing it would be that much better when our bodies finally came together.
I deposited her on the bed, and she flipped onto her stomach then slithered across it until her face was level with my erection. She nuzzled her nose against it through the denim and looked up at me with pleading eyes. Her whimpering noises were irresistible. I caressed her face with one hand and gave her permission with a single nod. She immediately unbuckled my belt and worked the button loose. She stared up at me with hooded eyes as she lowered the zipper. She reached in and pulled out my cock. I let her do what she wanted for several minutes as she licked and teased every inch of me with her warm soft tongue. Then with a low growl I took back control. I gripped her ponytail firmly and held her still. Her mouth opened instinctively, and I pushed my cock between her lips roughly.
"Suck on it," I demanded and watched as her cheeks hollowed as she obeyed. I groaned at the pure pleasure that filled me up. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to it for a few minutes until it was too much to bear, and I had to start moving. She moaned as I pushed in and out of her with deep slow thrusts. I hit the back of her throat with each one, and the wet noises were almost enough to send me over the edge. I quickened the pace, needing more, and she didn't even falter as she let me take what I needed from her.
I worked myself up to the very edge and at the last second, I pulled Natalie away. A trail of saliva spilled from her lips as I pushed her back onto the bed. I followed her down until I was on top of her and ran my tongue up her chin, licking the saliva from her skin, then kissed her hard and fast. I pulled her clothes from her body swiftly. Natalie started pawing at my shirt, but I grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head and held them there. She immediately fought against my grip.
"Be still," I growled at her. She complied with a whimper and a pout, her eyes wild and desperate. It was irresistible. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and worried at it with my teeth. Her whimper turned into a long needy whine. I trailed my lips down her neck to her chest then took her right nipple into my mouth, flicking the hard point with the tip of my tongue and biting it firmly. She started writhing underneath me as I teased her mercilessly. I moved to her other nipple and did it all over again.
I slid my hand down between her thighs, through the short soft curls, until I found her aching core. She was swollen and so damn wet that I was a hair's breath away from fucking her right now. I had to take a shuddering breath to regain control, then pushed two fingers into her velvet warmth. I curled my fingers and stroked the walls inside her, making her hips thrust up into my hand and a mewling sound leak from between her lips. I had her just where I wanted her.
"You feel so good inside," I murmured in a deep seductive voice. "So wet and so warm. It's going to feel so good when I slide my dick inside you. You're going to feel every inch of me penetrating you, filling you up."
I pulled my fingers out of her and moved them to her swollen clit. I pinched and squeezed and rubbed until she was just on the verge of her release then backed off making her whine in frustration. I did it again and again, her need building higher and higher. She started fighting against the grip that I still had on her wrists. I let her do it this time because it turned me on and drove me a little crazy. I teased her clit one more time, then stopped, leaving her panting heavily and pleading with lust-drunk eyes for her release. It was time.
"Beg for it," I growled. "Beg for my cock."
"David," she pleaded as she met my eyes, her voice soft and needy. "Please give me your cock. Please, please, please fuck me." I unconsciously thrust my erection against her hip, her words driving me insane. "I need your cock inside me, please."
I rose up from the bed, her face filling with disappointment until I pulled off my shirt. Her eyes locked on to my erection when I lowered my jeans and underwear. I straightened after kicking them off and started pleasuring myself with leisurely strokes as she watched.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," I said in a deep lust filled voice.
"Oh, please, David," she moaned in desperation. "Fuck me now."
I lunged forward and grabbed her hips, yanking her across the bed to me. I flipped her over and lifted her hips up into the air. I rubbed the head of my cock through her soaking wet lips, unable to help teasing her one more time.
"Please," she whimpered.
I pulled my cock away from her pussy and swatted her right ass cheek with a stinging blow that made her jump. "Did I say you could speak again?" I asked harshly.
"No, sir," she whined.
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then you need to be a good girl," I told her in a softer tone. "Can you do that for me?"
She nodded her response, so I swatted her other cheek. I repeated the question.
"Y...yes, sir."
I thrust into her suddenly while she was still speaking. Her voice turned into a long wail of pleasure as she came hard and rippled around my cock, squeezing down on me. I snarled and started fucking her fast and deep, wanting her to feel all of me.
"Love fucking you," I forced out between clenched teeth. "Feels so good."
I reached around and found her clit with my fingers and pinched as I pushed into her with a hard solid thrust. She wailed as she came, her back arching and her hands clutching the comforter. I gasped as her pussy clamped down on me so hard that sparks few across my vision, and my entire body ignited. I cried out her name as I followed her, both of us shuddering and convulsing with pure pleasure.
When it was over and I could form thoughts again, I gathered her into
my arms as I settled us on our sides on the bed. I held her tight, breathing in the scent of Natalie and sex. It was intoxicating. It took several long minutes for our breathing to finally even out, and I felt myself drifting away, lulled by the warmth of this woman and my post-orgasmic high. I felt so much better, like I had control of my world once again. Then Natalie spoke, her voice filled with concern, and reality smacked me in the face.
"Are you going to tell me what brought all that on? Something is obviously bothering you. What happened tonight?"
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I closed my eyes and sighed. I didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to hold my denial close. I wanted to forget about Paige, the angst between Sydney and me, and my shame over the way I had been treating Natalie and my friends. My denial was comforting and familiar. I didn't want to let it go. The alternative was pain and anger. Annoyance came over me, and I wanted to bark at her that I was fine and just to leave it alone, but she didn't deserve that. I had already been enough of an asshole to her.
"Syd is still upset with me," I admitted grudgingly.
"Oh?" Natalie asked without elaborating. I could tell that she didn't want to push me. I appreciated it and I nuzzled the back of her neck.
"I've been a pretty shitty friend lately," I grumbled. "And a shitty boyfriend too." I shook my head with a sigh. "My life is devolving into chaos."
She rolled over to face me, snuggling close and running her fingertips gently down the side of my face. "I don't think that you're a shitty boyfriend." Her eyes were soft and sincere.
"At least you're not angry with me," I said, but didn't mention that I was pretty sure that she was ashamed of me for being too much of a coward to confront my past.
"Why is she still mad at you?"
"Because I'm a hypocrite." I broke our eye contact and stared at her chin.
"A hypocrite?" she asked in confusion. "Why?"
"I'm a psych nurse, Natalie." I glanced back up to her eyes. "I tell people everyday not to run away from their problems. That avoidance and denial never work, yet I've been doing the same thing for over a year and a half now." I shook my head in disgust with myself. "I should be fired from my damn job." I felt startled. I couldn't believe I said all that out loud. The words had just poured out of me.
"You're only human, my love," she said softly and caressed my cheek again. "Just because you're a psych nurse, that doesn't mean you're not allowed to struggle like the rest of us."
I knew that she was right, but I had always held myself to a higher standard. One that I was finally starting to realize that I could never achieve. It made me feel small and inadequate. It figured that I would finally find the love of my life in the middle of an identity crisis.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart." I sighed and pressed my forehead against hers.
"Sorry for what?" she asked in confusion.
"For everything I've put you through," I explained in a bitter tone. "For not being..."
Natalie pressed a finger to my lips, cutting me off mid sentence. "Stop right there. Don't you dare say that you're not good enough for me," she added fiercely. "That's for me to decide, not you. I'll kick your ass if you say that."
I snorted out a laugh as a small smile played across my lips. "I'm sure you would, sweetheart." She was everything I wanted, and everything I didn't even know that I needed.
"I'm serious," she continued with a glare. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I won't let you belittle yourself. If you weren't good enough for me, I wouldn't be here."
I shook my head in disbelief. "You are the most amazing incredible person that I have ever met."
"And don't you forget it," she said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
"I love you, Natalie."
"Of course, you do. What's not to love?" She gave me that wicked smile of hers, and I kissed her, slowly and passionately. We were both a little breathless when I finally pulled away. "I love you too, David," she said affectionately. "More than anything."
We pressed our foreheads together again, her hand on my arm and my hand on her hip. Neither of us said another word. We didn't need to. I drifted off to sleep feeling a little better. My problems hadn't been solved, but at least someone had my back, and I didn't have to deal with them alone anymore.
Chapter Six
Natalie
"Natalie," David said my name softly, pulling me from sleep. "Wake up, sweetheart."
I opened my eyes to see David looking down at me. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me, his fingers brushing my hair from my eyes. "Hmm?" I mumbled sleepily.
"I'm going for a run. Do you want to come with me?"
I felt like I was climbing up through thick mud as I tried to wake up all the way. "What time is it?" There was daylight streaming in through the window, so I knew it wasn't that early.
"It's a little after eight," he said softly. When I finally got my eyes to focus, I could see that he was already dressed in his running clothes, with several layers to keep him warm. It made the idea of going with him less appealing since I was all warm and cozy under the covers. I stretched my body and realized how sore I still was from the sex last night. That was yet another reason not to go.
"I'm tired and sore because of you," I grumbled as I gave him a sleepy smile. "I'm going to decline."
His gentle smile turned wicked. "You're welcome," he said in a smug tone. He leaned down and kissed me. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Keep sleeping. I'll make breakfast when I get back."
"Love you," I mumbled as I started to drift away again.
"Love you too, sweetheart."
I was out again before he even left the room.
The sound of David's doorbell woke me. I opened my eyes, not sure that I heard anything for a few seconds. The doorbell rang again. I glanced at the wall clock. It was almost eight-thirty. Who the hell was at the door? I sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed. I glanced over at George, who was lying on top of the comforter staring at me. "What the hell, George?" He didn't have an answer for me and went back to sleep. I stood up and shuffled out of the room, grabbing my red silky robe off the door hook and slipping it on as I walked down the hallway. I smoothed my hair with my fingers as I crossed the living room to the front door. The doorbell rang again as I crossed the last few feet to grab the door knob, and I growled in annoyance. If this was someone trying to sell me something, I was going to be pissed.
I pulled the door open to see a slender attractive woman about my age with chestnut hair. She had full wide lips, and large chocolate brown eyes. She was several inches shorter than me, wearing jeans and a blue hoodie. She looked terrified and desperate. A startled expression came over her face when she looked at me. "Is...is David here?" she managed to mumble as she wrung her hands together. The movement drew my eyes down to her pregnant belly. Holy shit, this had to be Paige. Rage flooded me. I couldn't believe she had the gall to show up at his house.
"No," I stated harshly, pulling myself up to my full height. "I'm his girlfriend. Can I help you?"
"D...do you know when he'll be back?" she asked quietly. "I r...really need to talk to him." Her eyes darted fearfully to the street then back to me again.
"You have some nerve harassing him all week then showing up here, after what you did to him, Paige," I snarled at her, my anger getting the better of me. Her eyes flew open in shock when she realized that I not only knew who she was, but also what she had done. I took a threatening step toward her, and she shrank away in fear. I'd take any advantage that I could get. I took another step. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to him? Haven't you hurt him enough?"
Pain and shame flooded her features as I focused on her face. That was when I noticed the bruising on her left cheek. It startled me into silence for a second. It was obvious that she had tried to cover it with makeup, but up close I could see the darkened purple skin under her concealer. Had someone hit her? What the hell was going on here?
"I...I'm sorry to bother yo
u," she stammered as she started to back away from me with wild panic in her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair nervously. "I...I'll leave." I saw more bruises on her wrist as the loose sleeve of her shirt slid down a little. What the hell? I stared at her speechlessly for a moment. When I finally managed to open my mouth to ask her about it, she had already fled down the porch steps and was hurrying toward a little gray Ford Focus that was parked behind my red Passat. She was in her car and driving away before my body could catch up with my reeling mind.
I took several steps out onto the porch and stared after her disappearing car in bewildered astonishment. My God, she seemed so desperate and afraid that I was certain now that she would keep trying to contact David. I wondered if she was being abused by her fiance. No matter what had happened between David and her, no one deserved that. Her unborn baby certainly didn't deserve that. A cold breeze suddenly whisked passed me, making its way under my robe and making me shiver. It broke me out of my reverie enough to go back inside and close the door.
I started pacing back and forth across the living room. Now, what did I do? Did I tell David that Paige came to his house? Did I tell him about the bruises? Did I keep all of it to myself to spare his feelings? There was no doubt that the mere fact that she came here to see him was going to anger and upset him. I had no idea how he would react to my suspicions, and that's all they really were. Who was to say that I was even right about the abuse? She could very well have fallen or hurt herself some other way, but her fearful demeanor made me think otherwise. Either way, I needed to find out what was really going on here. If she was messing with his head, then I needed to put a stop to it, since David wouldn't talk to her. And if she really was in trouble, I couldn't just ignore it, if not for Paige, then for the innocent baby she was carrying. There was truthfully only one solution, I needed to confront Paige. If David couldn't, then I would do what I had to do to protect him.
I walked to the kitchen to make some coffee. I needed a plan, and my brain was still too muddled from sleep and the shock of seeing Paige. Caffeine was just what I needed to figure this out. I got the coffee maker started then went to David's room. I dressed in yoga pants and one of David's sweaters. It was huge and comfortable, the scent of his laundry detergent comforting to me. The coffee was ready by the time I came back, and I poured a large mug with cream and sugar. I carried it out to the living room and sat on the couch to formulate a plan.
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