Coherent

by Livia Jamerlan

  I crawled on top of the bed, covering her body with mine. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me to her, but I took my time. I began above her thong, kissing her prominent hipbones.

  “Hass, I need you inside of me.”

  Both her narrow wrists easily fit in one hand as I pinned her arms above her head, taking charge of the situation. “I plan on taking you, but not just once. I’m not like the clowns you may be used to, doll. I’m going to fuck you, I promise you this, but I haven’t had you in months. I’m taking my time, savoring every drip your cunt gives me.”

  My hands rested on her hips before my thumbs wrapped around the silky material. My brain kept telling me to slow down, to take my time with her, but the primal man inside of me needed to fuck her.

  Once her thong had joined the other clothing on the floor, she opened her legs for me again. I aligned my hard cock at her entrance; there was no time for foreplay. I wanted to bust my load deep inside. I rubbed the tip of my head over her clit, the cool metal pressing on my head.

  “Wait,” she moaned. Her body shifted to the nightstand, where her purse lay. She dug through it then pulled out a three pack of condoms. Tossing it to me, she resumed her position.

  “Condoms?”

  “Things are different now, Haas.”

  “Are these all you got?” Three weren’t going to be enough for what I wanted to do with her.

  “Yeah.”

  I pushed off bed and dropped the condoms back on the nightstand beside her. Her eyebrows pushed up together.

  “Get up,” I ordered.

  “What?”

  “Suck me off. There’s no way I’m going to be able to fuck you only three times and be satisfied.”

  “Seriously?” Her mouth curled up into a smirk.

  “God, that fucking mouth,” I growled. “Get up now!”

  She moved to crawl towards me, but when she went to get off the bed, I stopped her. Her ass was in perfect view of the mirror behind her, her pink folds perfectly outlined and coated with her need for me. I wrapped one hand around her hair, guiding her to my ready cock. She stroked my dick in her hands until a drip of pre-cum pooled. With her hunter green eyes looking up at me, her tongue slid across the top, swirling around the tip before her head dipped low. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her mouth tightened around my girth. I needed to focus on something so I wouldn’t blow within seconds of her starting. My hand cupped her ass and I focused on her wet cunt. My finger moved the barbell side to side before I inserted a finger deep inside her and she clenched around me. With my thumb resting on her other entrance, I pushed another finger.

  Braelynn’s moans had always been a mind fuck for me. But her moan with my cock buried deep down her throat was a whole new undoing. My hand wrapped tighter around her hair as I began to fuck her mouth, keeping my other hand steady. She slammed back onto my finger, looking for her own release. Her hands cupped my balls and I was on the brink of blowing. Her tongue twirled and wrapped around me again, and I felt my muscles contract. Pulling my soaked fingers out of her cunt, I shoved them in her tight little ass, my come pouring down her throat.

  In between my spurts and Braelynn milking me with her lips, I watched her fingers rubbing her clit in the mirror, nearing her own release, and I matched her pace, my fingers driving deep. My cock hung as she began to moan, her rapid fingers moving over her pierced clit. I reached over, tossing her hand away. I was the one who was going to control her pleasure.

  “What … I was right there!”

  I yanked her waist toward me as I stood at the edge of the bed, her ass perfectly aligned. “Don’t worry, doll. Haven’t I always given you what you needed?”

  I tore through the box of condoms and ripped the foil opened. Sliding the latex quickly over my hard cock, I shoved deep inside her. One hand held tightly to her waist and the other held her head high by her hair so I could see her beautiful face when she came.

  I was hungry.

  Hungry, and desperate to have her.

  I brought her hips back as she slammed against me.

  Once.

  Twice.

  My balls slapped on her clit.

  “Fuck,” she moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

  Hard as a rock I didn’t let up the pace. I drove into her, fucking her rapidly until her walls tightened around me, squeezing me as she came. Still, I didn’t let up. The need to make her come repeatedly drove me to fuck her harder, I reached below, found her clit and soaked my finger in her arousal before I slowly pushed them in her tight ass. Her screams intensified when I pushed in the second. She vigorously rubbed her clit through her second orgasm, begging me to go harder.

  But her tight ass asked to be fucked at least once.

  I pulled out once she was done shaking, her arousal coating the condom. My hands spread her ass apart as I gently pressed the tip of my head where my fingers were. Once my head was fully inside I paused, letting her adjust to the change.

  “Fuck my ass, Haas,” she moaned, her two fingers diving back into her core. “Make it hurt. Please, give it to me!” she screamed, pushing back another inch.

  Her ass hugged my girth and it was impossible not to inch further. Not when she begged. Not when each of her moans became my undoing. Her hands fiddled with her clit and I leaned over, giving her another inch while my fingers tugged on her nipple. Her gaze met mine in the mirror as she pushed back again.

  “Make it yours. No one has ever had me this way,” her voice cried with pleasure, her green eyes hungry for me. “Yours,” she moaned.

  Her body convulsed and I knew there was another orgasm deep inside her. Her words imbedded deep in me as I pushed my last few inches before I pulled out slowly. I slid back in with ease and repeated the process until her whimpers were all I could hear. There was no pain in her cries, pure bliss.

  My hands grabbed her waist, bringing her back every time I drove forward. I began my sweet intoxicating pace, claiming her, bringing her close to the edge of another orgasm before stopping again.

  I rested one bent leg on top of the bed and brought her all the way back until her cheeks hit my pelvis. I took in a deep breath pulling her forward before I slammed her back. It would be quick, but I planned on fucking her. Just like she asked. She wanted Haas, she was going to get him.

  “Yes! Fuck! Harder!”

  And I did. I fucked her until her cunt tightened, her moans screeched and my balls ached, needing to come. “I’m coming … I’m fucking…”

  I pulled out of her and tore the condom off. I wanted to dive straight into her soaked wet pussy, but I chose her back instead. I held the tip of my cock and squirted my release over the artwork covering her back.

  Braelynn lay on the bed and shook from the aftershocks, her eyes shut and moaning softly. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Lynn?”

  “No … that was … God … amazing.”

  She moved from the bed and rose. Her balance seemed off so I picked her up, cradling her in my arms and brought her to the bathroom.

  “What are you doing?” she questioned.

  “I’m going to bathe you … kiss you … hold you … take you … all while the hot water from this shower falls over us.”

  She didn’t speak.

  She stared deep into my eyes as if searching for something.

  “Can you get started? I forgot the condoms in the room.” I lowered her to the tile floor and walked over to bedroom. I picked up the phone and dialed room service, ordering almost everything on the menu. Braelynn’s purse lay open on the nightstand, a bottle of prescription pills tucked inside. My gut reaction was to toss it, flush it down the toilet. But she hadn’t chosen the drug over me, and if I brought it up to her now, it could cause her to leave again.

  I took the two remaining condoms and walked back to the bathroom. Braelynn stood in the shower, her hands massaging her scalp as the water cascaded over her body. I pulled the shower door open and joined her inside. Her arms wrapped around my wai
st as she brought me under the showerhead with her. I wrapped my arms around her frail body and kissed the top of her head.

  “I miss the blonde.”

  “I needed a change.”

  “I can tell.” Her arms held me tightly as if she didn’t want to move. I didn’t either. I never wanted her to leave my side again. “I missed you, Braelynn.”

  I felt her chest contract against mine before she spoke. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

  Braelynn

  Peyton had no idea how his words affected me, how his tender touch felt like a cure to my aching pain. I craved the high, I wanted the numbness the Oxy gave me, but the love I had for him made me want to continue to be in his arms.

  There is a thin line between pain and pleasure and Peyton gave me both. He gutted me with his words, making me feel. It had all been too much, but then he filled my empty heart with pleasure. Not only with mind-blowing sex, but also with his tender touch, his need to be with me, and his affection.

  It had been months since I’d felt; it had also been months since I’d had sex without the effects of drugs and massive alcohol in my system. Peyton had been my last time sober. And though this time the effect had worn off substantially, it was different from any other time.

  It was always different with him. It was love.

  I ignored the knot in my chest, the need to run and hold onto the man I loved. It couldn’t be about love with us, not when I was so broken. Not when it felt like Peyton had slashed my heart open with a blade, making it impossible to feel love again. But I couldn’t deny what I felt any longer.

  We had been in the steamy shower long enough without moving. He didn’t budge, his arms wrapped around my shoulders, holding me. My stomach growled loudly with hunger and I felt him chuckle.

  “Sorry.”

  He released his hold on me and lifted his hand to palm my face. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?”

  “Peyton…” he had me blushing under his touch.

  “I need you to hear me. Really hear me, Braelynn.” His hands reach for the complimentary soap. Lathering it in his hands, he began to massage it down my back. “I don’t want you to run anymore.” He brought his hands up my back and over my shoulders. Cupping my breasts, he bit his lip. “But if you continue to run, know that I plan on chasing you.”

  “Pey—”

  “No.” He cut me off, his hands sliding down my abs … my pelvis … and to my swollen clit. “You are mine, Braelynn. You have always been mine.” His hand rubbed along my tender core. “This is mine and it doesn’t matter how many men I have to fight for you.”

  “Things are—”

  “Don’t.”

  He brought his lips to mine, kissing me with hunger until my body became limp. Peyton pulled his lips away from mine, his hands cupping my cheeks again. “Thing are different. I know that, Lynn. But that’ll never change the fact that I … I love you.”

  His words rocked my soul.

  He had changed. I’d realized that when he held me in his arms. But for him to profess his love for me the moment I needed to feel it most was therapeutic. Serene.

  “Peyton, I … I … love you too.” My bottom lip trembled with every word.

  His lips pressed against me and a soft sob escaped my mouth. His hands wrapped around my legs, lifting me as he pushed me back against the cool shower glass. My hands knitted together at the nape of his neck.

  “I need you, Lynn,” he growled against my lips.

  “Love me, Haas. Make love to me.”

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his tongue travelled around my neck. His hand stretched through the shower door, reaching for the condom foil that lay near the sink. I pressed my arms against the shower walls, holding myself up as Peyton rolled the condom down his hard cock.

  There was no need to feel numb.

  All I needed to feel was him.

  Peyton held me by my ass and placed me on his hard dick. I slid down his shaft and he pushed me harder against the wall. It was slow, sensual, filled with love as he took his time with me. His hips circled, hitting every part of me.

  Lost in the moment of our passion, I let go of all my pain and hurt. I let my heart feel his love. I embraced it.

  Once Peyton and I had finished in the shower, he dried me off and carried me back to the bedroom. If I could have lived in that hotel room forever, I would have. In his arms, the outside world didn’t seem to exist.

  A knock on the door startled me. Peyton sat me on the bed and opened the door wrapped only in a towel. I heard him thank someone before wheeling in a cart filled with food. My stomach ached like it hadn’t seen food in a month, and my mouth salivated for the cheeseburger that sat right in front of me.

  “Dig in,” Peyton said, sitting on the bed next to me. Stuffing my face, I didn’t even care that he was sitting less than a foot away from me. “And I thought I was going to have to beg you to eat.”

  “Nope, I’m starving.” I held the cheeseburger in both hands and took a bigger bite.

  After I’d eaten dinner, I felt satisfied and comfortable, my head resting on his chest. We both lay under the white down comforter, his hands tracing the outline of my tattoo. Though the moment was perfect, it was short lived with my mind drifting elsewhere. My demons crawled over my skin, infecting my body with the need to use again. My hands began to swell; heat coated them, and I balled them into fists. My fingers itched, my foot shook, and I felt jittery, all within the span of a few short minutes. My breath became short as I tried to grasp for air. I needed a pill to calm.

  I lifted my head from his chest and kicked away the comforter. “Peyton, I need to go.” I pushed off the bed, looking for my clothes. My eyes located my purse. I didn’t want to pop another pill in front of him, but I didn’t know how long I could hold out without one.

  Peyton jumped off the bed and was right behind me within a few short seconds. His hand reached up to my face. Holding my cheek, he looked deep into my eyes. “Come home with me.” His other hand held mine. “Stay with me, Braelynn. I can protect you. I can help you.”

  My attitude changed from content to furious in an instant. I gritted my teeth, locking my jaw. “I don’t need your protection, Peyton.”

  “No?”

  “No!” I slapped his hands away, but he didn’t move.

  “Why do you fight me so hard?” Both of his hands now cradled my face.

  My hands reached up and pushed them away. “I don’t fight you. This is the way shit is now. I’m not going to go back to my past life because you said you loved me,” I spewed before I turned away from him, locating the rest of my belongings.

  “Fuck, Lynn!”

  Through the mirror, I watched him run his hands through his hair. His eyes locked on mine before he spoke again. “What now? You go back to fucking random guys while you’re fucking high?” He marched towards me, wrapping his hand around my elbow and spinning me to face him.

  “Fuck you!” Who the hell did he think he was, judging what the fuck I did with my life? “I doubt you spent the last four months crying over me.”

  He lowered his face until it was centimeters from mine. “I already fucked you, Lynn— twice. I didn’t hear you complaining.” His tone had lowered; the deathly tone he used when pissed. “And yes, I fucked other women, because you chose to leave me in the dark.”

  “You doubted me—”

  “Fuck that! You decided I wasn’t worth being in your life. But now, you have a problem. A serious problem and you need help.”

  “I don’t need you to save me. Hell, you fucking doubted me the second I woke up in the hospital. I saw it in your eyes.” I pushed away from his grasp, but I wasn’t strong enough. His finger laced around my upper arms in a vice grip.

  “Fuck. The. Hospital. You’re only proving yourself wrong. You said you didn’t use drugs, but here you are with a purse filled with pills.” The pain I saw flash through his eyes gutted me.

  I tugged from his grasp an
d reached for my bra on the chair. “I’m fucking leaving.”

  “The hell you are. You’re going to calm the fuck down, and we’re going to talk about this like adults.” He invaded my space, his rapid breath on my neck.

  “I don’t need to talk to you. I don’t want to talk. At all!” I shouted back.

  His lips grazed my neck; the goose bumps rising. “What do you want then?” His hand reached around and flicked the metal that pierced my hard nipple. My body ignited at his touch. “Is this what you want?” The other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My bare back flushed against his chest. “What you crave? Is this better than your fucking pills?”

  Twirling me around, he pushed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto my neck. “Does this make you forget? Do you need to be fucked again?” His words were arousing my core; it became impossible to fight him, but I tried. His hands pinned mine over my head, and I felt his teeth scraping my collarbone.

  “Get off of me, Haas.” My eyes closed.

  “No. You want to feed your addiction, have at it.” He pulled my hand to his hard, ready cock.

  “I fucking hate you,” I moaned, his fingers rubbing my clit as I stroked his girth.

  “There’s a thin line between love and hate, doll, you know that.” His lips came over mine, and I was done. My mouth parted for him, and his tongue stroked mine, mimicking his fingers on my core.

  When my moans grew louder, Peyton tossed me on the edge of the dresser. My mouth watered, wanting to taste his come. My hands gripped his thickness, stroking it hard. Though I wanted him, I needed to cause him pain; make him hate me so I could leave.

  “You’re not complaining,” he murmured. His tongue flicked over my nipple. Once. Twice.

  “I hate you,” I barked.

  “You said that already. But your hungry, wet pussy is telling me something else.” He lowered to the floor, spreading my legs apart. I whimpered at the sight of him on his knees.