by Joanna Blake
"Was it hard? Growing up?"
He frowned and I wondered if I'd overstepped. I was about to back track, tell him to forget I asked. Then he took a deep breath and spoke.
"We didn't have a dad growing up. He left when I was really young. I don't even remember him. My mom worked three jobs just to make ends meet."
I stopped in the road, staring at him. The look in his eyes was raw when he turned around. I realized he was afraid I would judge him for his humble beginnings.
"Nico... I didn't know."
He smiled wryly.
"How could you?"
"Well, I'm impressed. To rise so high from such humble beginnings. And your mother sounds like a remarkable woman. You were lucky to have her."
He was frowning at me. He looked so serious it made my insides hurt. Then he grabbed me, holding my chin up.
"How did you get to be so amazing?"
"I'm not really. But you are."
He shook his head, closing his eyes. Then he drew me close and held me, not saying a word.
We stood like that for the longest time.
"It's getting dark. Let's get back."
I nodded.
"Let's go home."
Chapter Thirteen
Nicholas
I had just lied to her. I felt sick. The other lies had been lies of omission. But now I had truly lied.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
As much as I wanted to, I could never take her home to meet my family. She'd learn the truth about me. She'd learn the truth about how I ended up in her life.
And in her bed.
Our best chance was to run away. Far from Rebecca and my old life. We could do it. I was thinking of wild ideas as I pan seared some fresh veggies and kale. There was a pot of basmati rice stewing at the back of the stove. I could do this forever I realized. I could take care of her.
Cooking for her was almost as good as making her cum.
Well, almost.
"How do you do that?"
I looked at her, perched on the counter top behind me. Her long legs dangled almost to the floor. I soaked her in, the way her chin cupped on her hand. Everything about her.
Everything I knew I would miss.
"How do you make everything smell so good."
I shrugged. I knew I could cook. It came as naturally to me as fucking. Early on I'd taken an interest in the flavors of other cultures. My mother had come from South America. My father, God knows where. But Los Angeles was a melting pot in the best sense of the word. People from the entire world ended up there.
And they brought their food.
Their delicious, pungent, varied food.
I almost always tried to imitate the flavors and smells of our low income neighborhood back at home. My mother had taught me her techniques. Then, I learned more.
The internet had helped quite a bit with that when we'd finally gotten decent service.
Not that our second hand computer worked all that well.
I could still remember waiting for recipes to load for literally ten whole minutes. But it was worth it when I made something special with our sparse grocery budget. Something that made my mother and sister smile.
"What do you want to do tonight? After we eat I mean."
She swung her gorgeous legs like a little girl. It was fucking adorable. It made me want to grab those legs and spread them apart and have my way with her.
Hell, her just sitting there made me want to do that.
"Let's just stay home."
She kept calling this place 'home.'
It was driving me crazy. Making me hyper aware of how far that was from the truth. That this place was temporary.
That we were temporary.
But she saw something different. She saw a relationship with a future. She saw longevity.
It was crazy how hard I wished that was true. This place, this time together, it wasn't real though. The only reality was that I was going to break her heart. And mine in the process.
I had to try though. I had to try to stop it.
"Actually, I think we should go back in the morning."
She pouted.
"Go back? Why?"
I glanced at her.
"I saw your texts."
She slapped my arm.
"You were snooping?"
I shrugged. I'd heard he incessant beeping. Her parents were demanding she come home. They'd figured out that she wasn't with Rebecca somehow. And now they were furious. Not to mention, there was an event they wanted her to attend on top of it all.
"I don't want to cause problems for you, Rosie. That is the last thing I want."
She swung off the counter and slid her arms around me from behind. I closed my eyes, wanting to remember this moment. Her cheek against my back. The feel of her body. The smell of her.
Her arms around me.
"I don't care."
"I know. But I do."
Her hand snaked down my belly to rub me tenderly. I was already rising. I grabbed her hand and turned away from the stove.
"Rosie, I'm serious. I've already done you more harm than good."
She frowned at me.
"No you haven't. You showed me everything."
She stood on her tip toes, attempting to kiss me. But I wouldn't budge. I didn't deserve her kiss. Her touch.
"You're my friend, aren't you Nico?"
My chest felt like it was cracking open as I stared down at her earnest, sweet, beautiful face.
"Yes. Yes I am your friend Rosie."
She smiled at me, looking up from under her long lashes. She was shy and seductive at the same time. It was transfixing.
"So... be friendly."
I groaned and yanked her into my arms. I couldn't stop kissing her, touching her. My hands were everywhere. I was wild. Hungry. Desperate.
I tore her clothes off of her body, laying her down on top of the kitchen island. My lips and tongue went right for her sweet little pussy. I held her belly down so she couldn't move away from my mouth with one hand. My other hand was busy, swiftly pulling my rock hard dick out of my pants.
I didn't want to make her cum.
I just wanted to make sure she was wet.
I moaned. She was ready. More than ready. And I was too impatient to be a gentleman.
Ladies were definitely not coming first this time.
I held my shaft against her soft, delicious pussy lips. I made sure to position myself at the perfect angle. Then I drove forward. We both moaned as I filled her completely. I was as deep as I could go. Her snug walls held me firmly when I tried to pull out.
"Unfff..."
I couldn't speak as I began to saw my cock in and out of her. I wasn't getting far in either direction. She was so tight I could barely move. But it didn't matter.
It still felt better than anything ever felt in my life.
It felt better than I had a right to feel.
I didn't care about anything at this moment except my cock and her pussy. I had to have it. I had to own her.
"Fuck. Yes."
All the other times I'd been gentle. All the other times I had carefully coordinated my moves to be focused on her pleasure. But not now.
Now I was an animal. And she was mine.
"You're mine. Say it."
She whimpered beneath me, her body starting to convulse. I stopped, holding perfectly still with my cock halfway inside her, I felt her ripples spreading out over my shaft.
"Say it."
"Uh- I'm - oh God!"
I reached down and stroked my thumb over her clit.
"Say it."
She convulsed on the bed, squeezing me for all I was worth.
"I'm yours!"
Her back arched off the counter. I had to grab her head so it didn't bounce on the counter top as she thrashed all over the place. She could seriously have knocked herself unconscious.
Meanwhile my cock was getting the best damn pussy massage of its life.
She finally stopped convulsing and I lifted her, wrapping her legs around me. Then I carried her to the wall with my cock still buried inside her.
BANG
BANG
BANG BANG BANG BANG
I braced myself against the wall with one hand, the other hand cupping her ass as I drove into her. We were rattling the cupboards. I heard something fall behind us, shattering on the floor.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
I hammered myself into her without restraint. Now her back was on the wall with my hand behind her head, cradling it against the drywall. I was fucking her so hard I was pretty sure we would both have bruises.
Lots of them.
But I couldn't stop.
"Ahhhhhh!"
I screamed as the orgasm hit me, pumping my seed deep inside her. Her body responded as it always seemed to, matching my orgasm with her own. Her body sucked my cum out of me, pulling it deep inside her. It felt like pure white light shooting out of my cock.
It felt like heaven.
I stopped shaking after what felt like the longest, most epic orgasm of my life.
We slid to the floor, her gorgeous body draping over mine. I held her against me as our breathing slowed. I felt like I was broken apart into a thousand little pieces.
Slowly, I became aware of myself and how rough I'd been.
Fuck.
I had to be careful. Rosie was more than delicate, she was pure. My all-night fuck-a-thon had been reckless and stupid. I hadn't asked her what she wanted. I hadn't finessed it. I'd fucked her like a wild animal.
"Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head.
"Rosie... I was too rough. Tell me the truth."
"You didn't hurt me."
I squeezed her side.
"Liar."
She leaned up to look at me. The look in her eyes was full of adoration. It took my breath away.
She really did love me.
She smiled.
"Dinner is burning."
I rolled her onto her back.
"To hell with dinner."
Rosalie
I'd made him stop long enough to turn off the burner but then he pounced on me again. Nick was different tonight. Wilder. Like he needed to prove something. Or take something. Once and for all.
I didn't mind though.
I liked it.
He was kissing me deeply, making me feel like we were one. Making me feel cherished and desired.
I felt his cock nudging against my lips but he didn't push himself inside me. He just held me, his hands all over me. The way he was kissing me, it was like it was the last time.
He moaned, grinding himself against me. I angled my hips, signaling that I was ready for him. But he shook his head.
"Rosie... I can't. I can't hurt you."
"You won't."
He groaned again, sounding like he was in pain. I grabbed his head and forced him to look at me.
"You won't."
"You don't know that Rosie. I've been gentle so far. Right now I want to... I want to drive you into the floor."
He closed his eyes.
"I want to break it."
I let out a breathy laugh.
"You want to break the floor?"
"Rosie, I want to crack the foundation."
I inhaled sharply. He meant it. He wanted me that badly.
"Go ahead."
"Rosie... you're sure?"
I nodded. I was. I knew he wouldn't hurt me anyway. I smiled at him. A split second before I found myself upside down, propped up on my shoulders.
Nick had my hips in his hands, lifted high off the floor. He was pushing his cock inside me. He didn't start slow like usual this time. He grunted and spread my thighs, moving me like a rag doll.
Then he started to fuck.
I had no leverage at this angle. My arms were spread out, trying to keep my shoulders and head from sliding around the floor. He was on one knee above me as he worked his cock into my pussy relentlessly.
I whimpered as an orgasm started to rise in me. It was too intense, the way he was manipulating my body. I knew what he'd meant suddenly.
Why he'd asked permission...
The other times we'd been together it had been making love. This was different. This time he was using my body for his pleasure. Doing what he wanted with me. My pleasure was secondary.
But it felt amazing just the same.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!!!"
I had a screaming orgasm. The kind they have in movies. But it was real. I was helpless, being fucked from above, my feet hanging in mid air as he held my pussy in place and ground his cock down into it like a jack hammer.
Then without warning it changed.
I felt myself being flipped over, kneeling on my hands and knees. I felt Nick behind me, quickly inserting his cock again. He grabbed my hips and rode me roughly, slamming into me again and again.
It didn't hurt though.
It didn't hurt at all.
I fucking loved it.
My knees might be sore tomorrow but the rest of me craved this.
"Oh God Nico-"
He froze- panting above me like an animal. He let out an agonized moan. It cost him to stop like that. But I knew he was doing it because he'd misunderstood me. He thought I was too soft. Too delicate.
Well, I wasn't.
"Harder."
With a roar he slammed into me, pounding his cock into me again and again. I started to lose my grip on the floor, sliding around on my hands and knees. Then it changed again and I was on my back.
I blinked up at the ceiling, completely disoriented.
Now Nico was above me, his arms braced on either side of me. He guided his cock inside me and lifted one thigh to get the best angle. He sighed as he sank into me.
I stared up at him, into his eyes as he fucked me into the floor. I felt all the desire inside him. The rage. The loneliness.
Everything he'd ever felt. Ever needed.
He threw his head back and poured it into me with a strangled curse.
And I took it.
I took it all.
Chapter Fourteen
Nicholas
I was pacing back and forth across the thick wool rug. A fire crackled in the fireplace. I'd been offered a drink and taken a scotch, which I'd downed without even tasting it.
The fucking bitch was making me wait.
I'd texted Rebecca the moment I dropped Rosie off. I'd wanted to stay with her of course. To face her parents by her side. But she said she would handle it. That she was a grown woman and needed to set her rules with her parents herself. She wanted them to meet me after that. On her terms.
She was amazing.
God, I loved her.
Meet me. Now.
I'd pulled over when I heard the phone beep. Rebecca had deigned to answer me. My hands clenched on the steering wheel when I saw her reply.
This better be good.
Yeah, it was just the most important thing I'd ever done. I had to try and reason with her. Get her to let me stay in London. To let me have a real relationship with Rosie. Or at least try.
Not abandon her in a few weeks, possibly with my baby inside her.
I couldn't do that.
I wouldn't.
My hand clenched on the glass and I heard a soft clinking sound as it cracked. I put it down and got another one, filling it with booze.
Rebecca strolled into the room in evening wear. She had a glass of champagne in her hand. She looked polished and fashionable. She also looked like a bitch.
The evil witch in a fairy tale.
I had miscalculated just how evil up until now.
"What is it Nicholas? You deny me details and now you come barging in. I'm already running late you know."
She poured me another drink, raising her eyebrow.
"Well, did you fuck her or not?"
My jaw clenched as I took the drink. I nodded curly.
"Oh this is too perfect! Is she in love with y
ou?"
I nodded again.
"You have done very well."
"I don't want to do this."
"Do what? Fuck for money? That is your job description, or did I miss something?"
"Not anymore."
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Don't tell me you are in love with her too?"
I stared at her, not saying a word.
She started laughing as if it was the funniest thing she'd heard in her life.
"The gold medal fuck machine falls for the most boring twat I've met in my life. Perfect. I love it!"
She swigged her champagne.
"It's too bad you have to leave her."
I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Keep your damn money. Every cent."
She looked surprised. Then she shrugged.
"Noble, but it changes nothing. I'll tell her everything. She'll never forgive you."
I bowed my head. She would do it, I had no doubt. And she'd make sure it would hurt, twist the words to make it sound even worse than it was. She's make Rosie think I hadn't wanted her. That everything between us had been a lie.
"Tell her if you want. But you can't control me."
She shook her head.
"Have it your way, Nick. As long as she's been thoroughly fucked I have what I wanted. I look forward to watching her cry as her carefully constructed life falls apart."
I stared at her as if she was an insect that I wanted to crush with my shoe. That was more or less exactly how I felt.
"Why? Why do you hate her so much?"
She tilted her head to the side, considering. I could tell she was debating how much to tell me. Finally, she shrugged.
"Why do I hate her? My entire life I've been compared to her. Her mother and mine are sisters, did you know that? Horrible bitches both of them. They hate each other of course, it seems to run in the family."
I swallowed the drink. I had a feeling I was going to need it. I had a feeling I was going to need much, much more of it.
"So competitive. And when my mother caught me with my tennis instructor at fourteen, they sent me off to a boarding school for discipline cases. Awful place. Not like the cushy school that Rosie went to."
She poured us each more booze. She wasn't done talking.
