by Coco Cadence
I smile. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
He smiles back at me. “Heh, guess I can read your mind.”
I shake my head, laughing a little. “Chris … you’re so weird sometimes.”
“Weird … in a good way,” he says, leaning over me. “Don’t you agree?”
“Maybe …” I say. “Why do you ask?”
“I just wanna do what I do best. What I know is right,” he says. “What I know we both want.”
I swallow away the nerves, my body already heating up from his words. God, I don’t understand why he has this effect on me now. It never used to be this way … except back then. Back when we were young and … innocent.
“Chris, I—”
“Close your eyes,” he interrupts.
Despite the fact that I don’t even know why, I listen to him and close my eyes. Maybe it’s the tone of his voice, which is commanding and convincing at the same time. Or maybe it’s my heart, which is slowly learning to trust him again.
He doesn’t speak, and I listen to the calming sounds surrounding me.
But then I suddenly feel his mouth on my neck.
I suck in a breath as his lips leave a warm, wet spot on my skin. Another peck on the other side of my neck makes me hiss. And then another on my chin, making me open my mouth. My brain is telling me to open my eyes, but all I want is to remain in the dark. Not knowing where the next kiss will land makes it that much more exciting and wrong, too. God, this is so wrong … and so right.
I can feel his rugged skin against mine as he brushes along my neck, his hand on my waist as he leans down to press a kiss to my collarbone. Blowing hot breath underneath my shirt, he’s already driving me crazy with just a few kisses. He knows what I like, and he’s using it against me.
“I want you, Em,” he whispers into my ear. “And I know you want me, too.” He suckles on my earlobe and gently nibbles on it, too. My fingers dig into my jeans as I struggle to contain myself. Part of me wants to jump up and run, and another part wants to lie here and beg for his attention.
When he huskily moans into my ear, I’m done for. “Let me give you what you need.”
Chapter 18
Chris
Pressing soft kisses to her skin requires me to control my inner beast. If it were up to me, I’d ravage her right fucking now. But I gotta take it slow, show her what I can do, what I have to offer, so she’ll crave it more than she can handle. I want her to remember what we had, how it used to be, and how much better it’ll be if she’d just give in to me.
Her legs dangling off the motorcycle tighten around me as I press another kiss just above her shirt. I want to rip it off her and strip her so I can feel her body against mine, but I have to contain myself. I tell myself I’ll get her in my bed soon enough; I just gotta take it slower than slow … so slow she’ll be begging me to take her. And when she does, she’ll be mine completely.
“No teasing …” she mumbles.
“No …” I growl. “We’ve waited long enough. No more avoiding. No more hiding. This. Just this. And us.”
My finger trails down her shirt, carefully avoiding her tits, but her chest rises nonetheless. Her body is already responding to my touch, her lips quivering when my tongue drags across her skin. I slowly undo the button of her jeans and tear down her zipper, exposing her pink see-through panties. Just seeing her pussy already makes my cock hard. Fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful and ready for the taking. Just one taste … One taste and I’ll be fucking lost to her forever.
Get it together, Chris. You can do this. Keep your fucking dick in your pants because this isn’t about you.
Her soft moans bring me back to her face, and I press a hard kiss on her lips. When she kisses me back, I only get more excited. Her lips part and my tongue slides in to toy with hers as my fingers crawl into her panties. I can’t stop myself; I just have to touch her. I have to feel her desire for me. When words aren’t enough, soaked panties and scorching kisses should do the trick.
When my fingers reach her pussy, she holds her breath and her eyelids briefly flash open only to close again when I nibble her lip. Her body squirms underneath me as I rub her sensitive clit, which is begging for release. Images of her fingering herself after she saw my cock float through my mind, making me even hornier. I flick her clit faster, moans escaping her mouth as she’s unable to contain her lust. She doesn’t have to, not around me. I know she wants to keep it a secret because we didn’t choose this, and yet it happened anyway.
She calls it fate; I call it luck because it means she’ll never truly be able to run away from me. After all, family stays together, and we always provide each other with whatever we need … and what she needs right now is a mind-blowing fucking come.
My tongue is going crazy in her mouth, wanting to lick every part of her as she comes undone from my fingers. She’s so fucking wet; I can slather it all over her pussy and then some. She’s mine, all mine, and I’ll be damned if I let her escape from my grasp again.
My finger dips in and out of her, and each time I add another finger, she moans out loud. Fuck, it’s so hot, I cover my mouth on hers, soaking up her moans, because I just can’t fucking get enough. I need more, more, so much more. Claim her as my own. Completely devour her.
“Do you want this, Em?” I whisper against her lips. “Tell me you want me.” I have to hear it come from her mouth, the need, the lust. I want to taste the fucking desire on her lips.
“Fuck …” she moans when I use all my fingers to simultaneously finger her and rub her swollen nub.
“Tell me what you want, babe. I’m here, and I fucking want you so much.” I’ve never wanted anyone this much, but she’s the exception to the rule. The first girl I fell for, the first girl to slip away. I won’t let that happen again.
“I want … I want … Oh god,” she whispers, sucking on her lip.
My lips drag all the way down to her neck to suck on her skin as I bring her to the edge. “Do you want to come?” I groan into her ear.
“Fuck, yes.” Her moans make my cock twitch in my pants, pent-up lust almost erupting.
“Come for me, babe. Don’t hold back.”
I can feel her coming apart in my hand, her wetness flowing richly, soaking my hand and my fingers, and I love every second of it. Her moaning alternates with short gasps as her body writhes underneath me.
“Give me everything you have,” I growl against her skin.
Her eyes remain closed as she comes and comes. It seems unending, and I love it. I love how she just gave her everything to me and even let me do it for her. She was waiting for me to do this, waiting for me to take control so she wouldn’t even be able to say no anymore.
I lick the sweat drops scattered across her chest, the salty taste a drug to me. Everything she is … it’s mine and only mine.
After a while, her breathing steadies and I take my hand out of her panties, zipping her up and closing the button again. I’ve done it. I’ve kept myself together and did it all for her. Just her, nobody else. I wouldn’t fucking do this for any other girl, but she … she’s something special.
Her lips part, and her eyes slowly open, but she doesn’t look at me. She just stares at the sky above, biting her lip in that sexy way that makes my cock ready to burst. Jesus Chris, the first thing I’m gonna do when I get home is blow my fucking load all over the shower. I might not be able to make it there before the cum drips out, but I’ll take care of that later.
First, I need to know what we’re going to do about this situation.
I lean down on the handlebars and gently kiss her on her collarbone. “Now tell me again … how much do you hate me?”
“A lot …” she mumbles.
I smile. “I can imagine. You must be so confused.”
“Fuck you …” she mutters, and then she sits up, gazing angrily at me. “You just did that to get into my pants.”
“No.” I cock my head. “I did it because I saw you needed some … p
ersonal attention.” I can’t help but smirk when she growls.
“I can’t believe this. I let you trick me again. God …” She places her hand on her forehead and sighs. “I shouldn’t have gone with you. I shouldn’t have gotten on this damn bike.”
“Hey.” I grab her hand and pull it away. “You don’t need to regret anything. You don’t have to do anything.” I swallow my pride. “I just wanted to do this. For you. That’s all.”
“I’m not some pathetic girl in need of an orgasm, Chris,” she says, frowning.
“I know …I mean, I just wanted to show you that I’m not just a jerk. I can think about others, too.”
She takes another deep breath as if she’s still feeling conflicted. I guess it’s not enough yet. I need to put in more effort, more of everything. More … I wish I could’ve done more before.
“Let’s get you home,” I say, and I move back on the bike and help her up.
“But I thought …”
“What?” I ask. “That you had to do something in return?”
Her cheeks flush, so I guess that’s a yes.
“Just get on,” I say, clearing my throat before I change my mind.
Because, fuck, I can already see her in front of me sucking my dick while I’m lying back on my bike. Fucking her from behind while she’s leaning over my bike. Or maybe fucking her against that tree right there. God, I really have to stop thinking about these things before I explode in my pants.
I slide forward and she sits down behind me, grasping my waist, her grip tight and soft at the same time. Just the right amount of pressure to make my cock thump. Fuck.
“We’ll get to the rest soon enough …” I muse as I turn the handle and race off.
Chapter 19
Chris
I drop her off at the building she lives in where she probably has a tiny excuse for an apartment. I would gladly take her back to my place and let her sleep in my big comfy bed, but she wouldn’t take me up on that offer if her life depended on it. She keeps looking at me with eyes that say ‘stay away,’ as if she’s afraid she can’t say no. I’m a dirty motherfucker for thinking this, but I don’t want her to say no. Too bad this little voice in the back of my head keeps telling me not to overstep her limits. I don’t want to mess this up again.
The awkward silence makes me break out in sweat. She tries to return my jacket, but I hold up my hand. “Keep it.”
“Thanks,” she says, after a while. “For bringing me home, of course.” She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear so delicately with fingers so soft I can already imagine feeling them running down my back, marking my skin with sharp nails as I fuck her hard and deep.
Okay, that’s it. Time to go.
I pull the handle and say good-bye. We exchange awkward glances and smiles, and then she turns and enters the building, which is my cue to go.
I make my way home, not giving a shit that I could get in trouble for driving without protective clothing. If I get a ticket, it’ll be worth every fucking penny. Even now, I’m still gloating, thinking about her moans, how she writhed underneath me and begged for her release. God, she’s so fucking perfect for me. A rebel with a mind so sharp, she picks me up every time I fail, and she’s always aware of the things I do. She cares more than she lets on, but it’s enough that I know. I won’t let her remove herself from the equation again; I owe it to her to make it right.
When I arrive at my bungalow, I park the motorcycle in my garage and head straight for the shower. Fuck, I’m so hot; I need a release.
Throwing off my clothes, not caring where they land, I pass my bedroom where I notice a picture of Em on my nightstand. I’m drawn toward it, picking it up as my pants drop to the floor. Naked and rigid I stand in my bedroom, gazing at her pretty smile. A picture when she and I were still together; back when she could still smile without regrets. I miss that Emily. The Emily who didn’t feel she needed to punish herself for wanting me.
She says we’re wrong together, but I’ll prove to her that we’re the right match.
She may hate me, but underneath all that anger is a girl desperate to forgive and move on.
My thumb brushes her lips, and I lick my lips at the sight of those pretty eyes. Fuck, they shine bright like diamonds, luring me in.
Before I know it, my other hand has already gripped my cock, the flesh tense and bursting with need. Every vein in my shaft pulses, and I slowly start jerking myself to the thought of having her again. Kissing her was just the beginning, and I think back to that time, that one time I felt her velvety pussy milking my cock. Fuck, I want it so much. I can’t help myself. Sweat rolls down my back as I rub my dick until it bounces in my hands, desperate for release. Fuck, if she’d only see me now. I’m dirty, pathetic … scum for even imagining myself coming all over her face.
She’s picture perfect, and I ruined her and her life.
I don’t deserve her.
Growling, I let go of my cock, which tips to the side, pre-cum dripping on the carpet, cum almost bursting from my crown. In a flash of anger, I throw the frame on the bed, grinding my teeth. I can’t do it. I can’t fucking do it. Not like this. I’m not the pathetic son of a bitch I tell myself I am. I will prove myself wrong. I can be a better man for her, a man who can wait for her, who’ll drive her mad with lust without losing himself in the process. I’ll fucking fight the desire until I have her underneath me, begging me to come inside her.
I won’t have it any other way.
With a hard dick, I walk to the shower and turn it to ice cold before I step under. The water hurts my shoulders and my hard-on, but I need it to cool off. I fight the demons of my past, and the angel in my life who prefers me gone. Wishing I could change it all is useless. I just have to stop thinking about it for now. What I need is sleep, and lots of it. Tomorrow’s a big race, and I haven’t even checked my bike yet. I really need to step up my game if I want to keep both my career and the girl of my dreams.
When I’m clean and no longer rock-hard, I saunter to the bedroom and pick up the picture lying on my bed. I set it back on the nightstand facing toward my pillow, so she’ll always remind me to stay true to myself … and hopefully to keep the nightmares away.
***
In my dreams, I’m revisiting the past. Memories of Emily and me sitting at the dining room table with my mom and her dad flash by. Awkwardness, and lots of it, fills the room. No one dares to talk. We exchange fake smiles, but when dessert is served, I have had enough. I burst out in anger. I try to stop myself, but it’s impossible. I don’t know where all this rage comes from, but it’s like an unending eruption, the volcano inside me shooting fire at everyone in my path. I’m angry with my mother for picking another man over my father and then sitting here and pretending it’s all right.
Do my brothers even know this is going on? Has she even told them? I don’t talk to them about our parents; I hate my parents for breaking our family apart. But this … this is just icing on the cake.
Plates and glasses are thrown across the floor; harsh words are exchanged. What’s been said can’t be taken back, and I revisit this day over and over again in my dreams. It never ends well.
Emily tries to reason with me. I can even hear her voice in my head.
“I hate them!”
“I understand, but you have to calm down, Chris. This isn’t helping,” she says, placing her hand on my chest.
“You know what else isn’t helping? You sitting there, ignoring what’s happening right in front of you.” We walk out into the hallway, out of our parents’ listening range.
“I’m not ignoring anything,” she says. “They’re just together, and we may not like it, but we can’t change a thing about it.”
“Yes, we can.” I grab her hand tight. “Don’t you want back what we had?”
“Chris …” She sighs. “You know that’s not possible. They’re engaged.”
“And you don’t think that’s weird? At all? So fast already?”
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�Of course, it’s quick, but look at them … they’re happy.” She smiles. “My dad is finally happy again. After all this time.”
I know what she’s getting at. Her father’s been depressed ever since her mom died from ALS. I get it … I just don’t think it’s fair that he had to pick my mom to fall in love with. Out of all the people on this planet, they had to fall for each other.
Maybe I’m just angry because it means I’ll never be able to see Emily as anything more than just my future stepsister.
“He deserves this,” she adds. “Happiness.”
“We do, too.” I lean in against her forehead. We stand there for a while, just gazing at each other in the hallway of her dad’s house, and I’m starting to wonder why in the hell we don’t just go for it. Ignore how wrong it is, defy the rules, and just be with each other.
Just like my mom did.
I growl. “I can’t believe this.”
“Chris, it’s not worth getting angry over. What’s done is done. We had our time.”
“Don’t say that.” I grab her face with both hands. “I need you.”
I press a desperate kiss on her lips, hoping, praying it’s enough to keep her with me. However, deep down we both know this situation is spinning out of control.
“No.” She pushes me away softly. “If they find out …”
“So?” I try to kiss her again, but she won’t let me.
“Chris, we have to stop.” She sucks on her lip. “He’s my father. And she’s your mother. They love each other.”
The way she says love makes me sick to my stomach. “Why did they have to do this? Fuck!” I make a fist with my hand, wanting to smack it into her father’s face just because he’s fucking my mom. She’s my mom, my fucking mom.
“She shouldn’t even be here … she should be with my dad. Not with him.”
“Your mother made the choice to leave your father.”
“What?” I frown. “It’s not just her fault.”
