by Coco Cadence
She turns her head away from me, staring at the tiles on the wall instead.
“Em …” I go to her and turn off the shower so she won’t be soaked anymore.
“Just let me be …” she mumbles with a wheezy voice, definitely croaky from crying.
“It’s okay,” I murmur. “You’re all right.”
“No …” she mutters. “I’m not.”
I smile and unfurl her fingers from around her legs, but they’re quite tightly wrapped as if she’s desperately trying to hold onto her idea that she must be strong at all times. But she won’t budge, no matter how much I try.
“All right then. If you won’t come out …” I step into the tub. “Then I’ll come in here with you.”
“What?” she mutters, quickly glancing up at me before returning to her legs, but that one second was enough for me to see the dark circles under her eyes.
“Don’t look at me,” she says, turning away her eyes.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this.”
I muffle a laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with being weak.” I grab her arms and pull her toward me, forcing her to undo the stronghold she had on her legs. “Especially not after what just happened. What could’ve happened if I wasn’t there. And after everything that I did.”
She makes a face, turning her head away from me, probably so I won’t see her tears.
“Hey …” I say. “Look at me.”
She refuses, so I lean in closer. “It’s okay to feel bad. I’m not here to hurt you. I know I’ve been an asshole, but I do care about you. I always have.”
“He …” she mutters. “That guy almost …”
“It’s okay.” I shush her.
“No, it’s not okay,” she says, sucking in a breath. “I hate you.”
I laugh, as I pull her close and hug her tight. “Well, at least you admit you’re feeling something now. That’s better than nothing.”
Her body angles toward me, gravitating into my arms as I open them up for her. She clearly needs comfort right now, and I’m not going anywhere. She might say she’s fine, but I don’t believe a word of it.
“It’s okay …” I murmur as I wrap my arms around her. “I’m here.”
“But why you? Why does it always have to be you?” Her voice sounds desperate, as if she’s fighting so hard not to want me, but can’t.
“Because we need each other. Even though you hate my guts, and I deserve all your anger, we still want each other more than anything.”
“But you ruined everything!”
“I know … shh … it’s all right … it’s in the past.”
“How can I forgive if I can’t forget? How can I even want to be with you? It’s wrong.”
“I ask myself the same question,” I say.
“And that guy … the way he looked at me … god, it made me relive that day again. Same horror, same fear.”
I rock her silently in my arms. I don’t know what to say to make her feel better. Nothing I say or do will change what happened. All I can do is try to make her feel better about herself and feel better about what’s going on between us.
“God, I hate myself.”
“You shouldn’t hate yourself. I should hate myself,” I say, laughing a bit.
“It’s not funny.”
“I know. It’s just that I’m the reason you’re hurting. You shouldn’t feel guilty about anything. Not over your father, not over wanting or needing me. I’m the one who should feel guilty.”
“Yeah, you should,” she retorts.
I muffle a laugh. “And I do. Every day of my life, I feel like I don’t deserve you.” I smile, looking down at her teary eyes.
“But I won’t give up on you or us. I won’t because I know you need me, too. I used to think you didn’t want anything to do with me, which is why I tried to leave you alone. And then, when you came to the race track, I knew I had to do something. I was lost and I could see you were still angry about everything. We were both standing still in our lives.”
“I wasn’t … okay, maybe I was.” She sighs.
“We were both trying to make amends. You feel like you need to hate me so you won’t feel guilty about your father. So you’ll do your father justice. And I feel like I need to do anything in my power to make you happy. Even if that includes staying away from you. Except … that didn’t exactly work out the way I thought it would.”
For a second, I think I spot a faint smile on her face, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared.
“Anyway, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not giving up on you, Em. No matter how many times you ask me to, I’m not going to give up on fixing this; it’s as simple as that.”
She nods into my chest, and I can feel the teardrops falling as well as her completely drenched shirt soaking mine. I don’t give a damn. I’m already glad I have her in my arms, safe and unharmed. But her emotions are completely jumbled.
“He won’t hurt you anymore,” I mumble. “And neither will I.”
“I felt so powerless,” she says, sniffing.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get here any faster. And I’m sorry about your dad.”
“I’m already glad you were there in the first place. Stalker.” She muffles a laugh.
I laugh, too. “I can’t help myself. I just have to know you’re okay. If that means lurking in a corner, watching you every day, then I’ll gladly do it. I won’t back down from trying to be there for you. Unless you get a restraining order against me.”
“I might have to now,” she mutters under her breath.
I smile at her when she gazes up at me with doe eyes. “Well, I hope not, but considering the circumstances, you might have to, yeah, because I’m really not going to let you go, no matter how many times you tell me to leave.”
She shakes her head. “So I’m stuck with you.”
“Like glue,” I say.
“I’m still mad at you, you know that, right? Maybe I’ll always stay mad at you.”
“Yeah … Maybe. But I can take it.”
She smiles, and then hugs me again, whispering, “Bastard.”
I grin. “Just for you, babe.”
She shakes a little, and I can feel her clothes getting colder the longer we’re sitting here, so I turn on the warm shower again. We’re both soaked now, but I don’t give a damn. As long as she’s warm and comfortable.
“I feel better now, thanks,” she says, uncurling her arms from around my body.
I cup her face and caress her cheek. “I can’t take back what I did, and I can’t make you forget the past, but I can’t get you out of my head, either. I tried to do my thing without you, but it just won’t work.”
She nods, her eyes drifting off again. “I know. I have the same problem …”
“It’s not a problem if we both want it,” I say, and I lean in, hovering close to her lips.
I can’t stop myself. Even in a situation like this, when part of her doesn’t want me in her home, and someone just assaulted her, I still feel like I have to show her how much I love her. Because she needs it. She’s worth it all. And a part of her knows it, too … knows that she needs me to feel happy. To be free.
An inch from her lips I wait, holding off until she tilts her head and parts her lips, arching toward me. She’s not even fighting it anymore.
So I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her deeply, hoping that it’ll be enough to make her forget about the past.
Chapter 31
Emily
I can’t believe I’m in his arms yet again, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight it for long. I should have … I should … but it’s impossible. His warm, wet kisses seal the pain away. I need him, so much it hurts, and I hate myself for it. He’s the only one who can take away the bad memories, who can make me feel whole again.
My heart thrums in my throat as his lips plant delicate kisses on top of mine, sucking up the drops of water cascading down on us. I’
m quickly warming up from the shower and his kisses, but my brain is turning to mush. His love is what I need, what I desire, but it broke me all the same. The scars he left on my heart aren’t easy to mend, but just the thought that he’s not giving up makes me feel as if I should at least let him try.
Our heated breaths mingle with water and lust as his tongue dips out to lick mine, desperate for more. I can feel his need with every stroke of his tongue and every agonizing groan escaping from his lips. His fingers pull me in, and I grasp at his shirt to pull him closer. I want him.
Near me.
With me.
On me.
In me.
Everywhere. More. More. More. It’s not enough.
I want to drown myself in him, so I can finally feel at ease again. Fighting him has been a conscious choice in order to avoid pain, but it comes at a price I’m no longer willing to pay.
His kisses become more frenzied as he pulls off my shirt and lets his mouth reign free over my skin, kissing me everywhere. His tongue laps up the water rolling down my collarbone, his fingers prying my bra loose. I shed my clothes like an unwanted cocoon, surrendering my body to him. He takes his sweet time staring at my body, taking me in from top to bottom, not skipping an inch of my skin with his hypnotizing eyes. His mouth is equally slow as he drags it up my legs, licking up all the water, causing goosebumps to appear in their place.
“So beautiful …” he murmurs, sliding his tongue up my thighs.
I lean back in the tub, close my eyes, and enjoy the feel of his hands grasping my ass while his mouth is all over me. Rivulets of water change his white shirt into a translucent mesh of hot, tattooed skin and sticky cotton. His six-pack shows right through his shirt, along with that V-line that disappears in his pants, and for a moment, I wish he wasn’t wearing one.
He grins when he catches me staring at his magnificent body.
“Hungry? I know you like what I’ve got to offer.”
I roll my eyes, but then he grabs my hand and places it on his stomach. He leans in again, biting my lip while staring sensually into my eyes. “It’s all yours, babe. You just have to say the words.”
I suck in a breath when he lowers my hand until it reaches his huge hard-on, which barely manages to stay inside his pants. An eager groan slips from his mouth when I rub it softly. “Oh, fuck …”
He kisses me hard and demanding, not giving me an inch of room as he grabs my breast and starts playing with it. Alternating harsh tugs with soft caresses, his touch completely possesses me.
“I want you so much right now,” he murmurs into my mouth. “I can’t get enough. I’ll always want you, Em. Always.”
He rubs my breasts until the nipples are both rigid, and then lowers his head to suck on them, gently biting to make me moan out loud.
“I want to hear you moan every day of my life,” he says, licking the tip. “And I’ll make sure these nipples are always puckered for me, and this pussy is spoiled richly.”
His hand dives between my legs to make a point, rubbing my sensitive clit with his rugged thumb. He drives me crazy with lust, to the point of not giving a shit about anything I’m supposed to be doing or thinking. I’m lost in him and his ability to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.
“I can still remember the taste of your sweetness on my tongue, Em. And fuck me, do I want to gorge myself on you.”
He suddenly lifts me up from the tub, causing me to squeal as he lays down flat on his back and practically rolls me on top of him. I’m sitting on his wet chest, a devious grin and tattooed skin staring back at me.
“Let me make you feel good. Ride me.”
“What?” I murmur.
“Sit on my face.”
My eyes widen, my cheeks turning red. “But …”
“No buts—” he growls, and then he grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, covering his mouth with my pussy.
Oh, god.
Out of all things I could imagine happening, this was definitely not on the list. But boy, when he starts sucking and licking, does it feel good. His tongue expertly circles around my clit, his teeth sometimes nibbling it a little bit, causing pure bliss in my core. The way he sucks and groans quickly brings me to the edge. He’s just that good. When his tongue dips in and out of my pussy, I start moving along with him, unable to control myself.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs into my flesh. “Ride my face, baby.”
Those filthy words are like a drug to me.
Heat is building between my legs, my wetness probably dripping down his chin, but I really don’t give a shit. All I can think of is his tongue stroking me, and his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me tight, pushing me onto his face, as if he wants me to smother him. I’m actually riding him, my hips moving along to the feel of his mouth cupping my pussy.
“Oh, my god …” I mutter. “I think …”
“Fuck yeah, come all over me,” he growls, biting my nub.
I gasp, and then the shocks come as he continues to lap me up, sucking up every last bit my body has to give to him. I’m quaking on top of him, weak, almost ready to tumble over and then let him fuck the shit out of me. Yeah, I’ve gone that crazy.
“So fucking good,” he says after the last, tingly lick. He throws me a cheeky look from under his lashes. “Did I please you, Mistress?”
“Oh, Jesus …” I chuckle, crawling off him.
“Make that ‘Oh, Chris’ next time, and I might give you another round.”
Before I have time to respond, he swoops me up, and within a few seconds, we’re standing near the back of the tub, my face against the wall, nipples perky from the cold touch.
“C’mere,” he growls, grabbing my breasts with greed, squeezing them as if they’re his toys. “You’re all mine; you know that, right?” he lisps in my ear.
I nod, delirious with need as his hand slides down my bare ass, spreading my cheeks.
“No one else’s. All mine,” he repeats.
And then I can hear his pants drop. Soon after, he tears his shirt off too, casting it aside. When I feel his ripped body against mine, I melt into a puddle.
His rigid cock pushes between my ass cheeks, bouncing up and down from the sheer pleasure of touching me. And I love feeling it … his desire to have me, and only me, for himself.
“God, I want to fuck you so badly …” he groans.
I bite my lip as he slides my wet hair aside and pecks the back of my neck. “Do it.”
“Do what? This?” He sucks on my earlobe while one hand slides down and between my legs again, while the other fondles my nipple. “Or this.” He releases my earlobe, only to pinch my clit. “Or do you want something else, maybe?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
He grins against my skin. “Oh … my pleasure …”
Not even a second later, he pushes into my pussy, filling me completely.
A gasp leaves my mouth along with a loud moan, as I didn’t expect him to come in so fast, so hard. But I love it all the same. The roughness of his hands gripping my waist, the feel of his thickness pushing into me, the touch of his thumb grazing my nipple. God, it’s all too much to even think straight.
My lips part, hungry for more, as he thrusts in and out of me as if he owns me completely; a gruff groan accompanies each thrust, turning me on even more. My wetness coats him with ample lubrication, allowing him to slide into me with ease.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he growls into my ear. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
“Yes …” I moan.
I’m letting his strength completely overtake mine, and I don’t even mind. With my back against his chest, he shoves me against the wall. His hands are all over me, touching me anywhere he can, as if I’ve given him a free pass. Maybe I have handed it to him on a platter. At the moment, I’m too enraptured by his very essence; the way he moves inside me, how he completely absorbs me. My brain has turned off and the focus lies solely on pleasure. It’s so good tha
t I might come again just from his cock alone.
“You’re moaning so loud … Like it so much, huh?” he muses.
“Oh, fuck …” I squeeze my legs tight to increase the pressure building inside, and it makes him even harder.
“Fuck yes, keep doing that,” he says. “You gonna come again?”
I nod as he presses another lusty kiss on my cheek, my mouth inching toward his, desperate to connect. We kiss, our tongues mixing and mingling with heat as his cock begins to pulse. He bites my lip hungrily, grabbing my hips with both hands to thrust even deeper. And then it happens. Pure bliss.
I fall apart with my face against the tiles of the bathroom wall, my legs quaking underneath me.
He groans, “Fuck!”
My pussy clamps around his shaft, and then it explodes, cum bursting out. I can feel it fill me up to the brim, jetting inside me multiple times before streaming down my legs as his half-hard cock slides out of me.
He presses an exasperated kiss on my shoulder, worming his way into my heart again. Between huffs and puffs, we exchange tired looks. His sweet smile gives me butterflies. A yawn escapes my mouth, and he chuckles.
Then he suddenly picks me up in his arms, making me squeal. “Let’s go to bed. You need some sleep.”
Over his shoulder, he carries me to my bedroom and lays me down under the blankets. I only catch half of what he does because I’m so goddamn tired I could sleep for days. I don’t know where this sudden need for rest has come from. Maybe from the fact that a stranger attacked me after a long day at work and a few drinks afterward, and then on top of that, I had sex with Chris. Or maybe a few drinks were a few too many. Who knows. Drowsy, I close my eyes and enjoy floating on the lingering sparks of passion.
And before I fall into a deep slumber, I only barely notice the hand that curls around my stomach and pulls me closer toward safety. Toward heaven.
But it definitely was there.
Or am I dreaming now?
Chapter 32
Chris
Age 17
