by J. L. Beck
“This is absolutely ludicrous!” Mark threw his hands up in the air as if he was giving up. I couldn’t blame him. Sometimes we all needed a day off, or a minute in time out.
“I’m going with her. Whatever you want to tell me you can tell me at the house, but I am not letting her go into that house and face her crazy mother alone.” Royal came to my defense, even when he didn’t have to. I smiled on the inside even though my belly was filled to the brim with anxiety. Misbehaving wasn’t something I ever did. It felt great telling Sasha how I really felt about her, and landing a punch or two against that perfectly shaped nose of hers.
“Whatever. Get in the car and drive back to the house. No lollygagging,” Mark ordered obviously still annoyed with us, before heading back toward his BMW. We watched him get in the car and drive out of the parking lot.
“Come on, I’ll drive.” Royal’s voice was soft, and it soothed the achiness that washed over me. I gave him my car keys and we got into my Jeep without another word said. I was certain the drive home would be a quiet one, but Royal felt otherwise.
“Don’t be scared of her,” Royal interrupted the silence between us. I blinked, trying to digest what he said. How could he tell me not to be scared of her? It wasn’t as if I was truly afraid of her, I just knew she would try something sketchy without them there. I mean the things that she did when they were there were bad enough. My mother was conniving like that. If she could do something to break another person down and build herself up, she would; even it was her own daughter she was hurting.
“I’m not scared of her, not in the fearful sense. I just know the type of person she is, and what she could do if she really wanted to. Being her daughter doesn’t change the darkness inside of her. She’s out to better one person’s life only, and that’s her own.” I hated the wobbliness of my voice and how it almost made me seem weak. I wasn’t weak. I was just learning to deal with the pain.
“Please don’t cry, Noelle. Please… I…” It was strange to see Royal struggle with his words. One of his hands gripped the wheel while the other one raked through his hair a million times over.
“I’m fine, Royal.” I tried to make myself sound big, happy— anything but sad— still he could see right through it. He slowed the car down right before we got to our subdivision and then he pulled over on the side of the road slamming the car into park. I didn’t know what he was doing, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Goddamnit, Noelle, please don’t lie to me.” His words were rushed as he slammed his hands down on steering wheel. I understood where his rage was coming from. I hated that our parents were so dysfunctional, and that we were blamed today for something that wasn’t our fault. It just seemed like that was a part of life. You lived with the hand you were dealt until you could change it.
“I’m not lying.” I fidgeted in my seat. He took a deep breath and then he was in my face, almost bending over the center console.
“I can’t handle seeing you hurt, nor can I handle watching you have to stick up for yourself. I wanted so badly to put Sasha in her place today, but I knew it was what you needed to do, not me. I struggled with watching you kick her ass because I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He paused, pushing a couple strands of hair behind my ear, his fingers softly caressing the side of my cheek. Every touch lit my body on fire, and it was like a firework display going off in my belly as I waited to see what his next move would be.
“There’s something going on deep inside of here.” He pointed to the center of his chest. “I don’t know what the hell it is or how it happened, but I know it has everything to do with you. And to be honest, I know that me being here has changed things. It’s made things harder and maybe even changed things for you.” Royal was all over the place. I didn’t understand what he was trying to say, or maybe I did and I just didn’t want to admit it.
“Royal, if you’re trying to say that it’s your fault things turned out this way, you’re so wrong. My mother was this way long before you came along, and your father; well he’s been as he is as long as I can remember. Nothing that has happened here has been your fault.” My eyes were frantically trying to meet his as he stared down at my hands.
“I just think that maybe they’re all right. Me being around has changed things. Maybe if I wasn’t such an asshole, you wouldn’t be rebelling like you are. Or maybe you would be…” He sounded so lost in his own mind.
“Royal,” I sighed his name and did the one thing I thought I would never have the balls to do. I pushed up off my seat and slammed my lips into his, making sure he could feel every single inch of me in that one single piece of flesh, and he gave it back to me. His fingers wove deep into my hair as he pulled me as close as he could get me.
This kiss was harsh, and it was as if he was breathing life back into me. Taking the bad away and leaving nothing but the good. I opened my mouth, allowing him inside and then I grew even braver, taking my teeth and sinking them into his bottom lip, then I sucked on it to nurse the pain away.
A deep, rumbling moan sounded from inside his chest. He was turning me on and all he did was kiss me. We were a tangled mess of lips. As he pulled away from me, his eyes sparkled down at me.
“Do you know hot fucking hot it was to watch you beat Sasha’s ass? I wanted to pull you off of her and fuck you right there.” His words came out breathy. My body hummed with excitement and my lips tingled as I lifted a hand up to touch him. I had never been kissed before aside from the last time Royal kissed me, let alone kissed like this.
“When I take you— because I will take you with my cock— I’ll have you screaming my name all while begging me for more.” He smirked at me, that upper lip raising just a small amount. God he was so gorgeous. It was no wonder Sasha wanted to claim him as her own. I blushed when he said the word cock out loud. It wasn’t a disgusting word, it was just so dirty and bad. I wanted to say it, too.
“Say it, Noelle.” He must’ve been able to tell that it was a foreign word to me.
“Say what?” I played dumb.
“Cock. Say it. I want to see the pretty little mouth of yours say that dirty little word.” God, he was going to kill me.
“C-O-C-K.” I sounded it out, and I swear the look in his eyes turned feral. I was pretty sure he was ready to eat me alive.
“You’re lucky I’m a good man when it comes to you. A respectful man, because if you were anyone else I would’ve already had you bent over in the back seat with my cock sliding in and out of you at a furious pace, all while you screamed my name out as you came all over my cock.” Holy fucking vaginal clenches. His words were so raunchy and disturbing, but oh so hot at the same time.
It would of course be then at that very hot moment that my cell phone started to blare, Dad flashing across the screen. I knew my next words would be dangerous ones, and because we had to be back at the house he couldn’t do anything to change them. Yet when I said them I would most certainly be signing my own vagina’s death certificate.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Royal.” I watched his hands clench the wheel, and air blew out of both his nostrils. It was taking immense amounts of strength to keep himself in line, that I was sure of.
“You’ll be mine, baby, and when you finally are, you’ll be withering beneath me, taking every single last inch of me. It will be the first time you experience an orgasm for what it truly is. Not just some tiny spasm you’ve given yourself with a vibrator.” I couldn’t speak or form words. Royal won this round. With both of us built up to our breaking points, he drove us the short distance back to the house. I could deal with my mom now that Royal was by my side. Still the thought of him thinking it was all his fault lingered there in the back of my mind. He didn’t realize it, but he was the best thing that ever happened in my life, and I was grateful that he was here.
Chapter Seventeen
-Royal
I needed a cold shower and I needed it right fucking now. I was beyond grateful when I found out that Viviana was
n’t home yet, and that I could jump right into the shower without having to worry about what would be happening to Noelle while I was otherwise preoccupied. I was a man that needed to take care of himself, and I was going to do so right fucking now.
I headed straight toward my bedroom, and the second the door closed behind me I was pulling away my clothing, ripping off my shirt and pants at mach speed. The clothes were too much. The friction they were causing against my skin was more than I could handle.
I needed to rid myself of these thoughts and feelings I was having for Noelle. I needed to restrain myself from walking right across the hall to Noelle’s room, pulling all the clothes from her body, and fucking the shit out of her. We were far too close to each other back there in the car, we were far too close to go further than I knew she was ready for. It took everything in me not to prove to her just how much I really wanted her and just how right we would be together.
She was in my head and under my skin all day, every day. From the minute I woke up until the time I fell asleep, she was all that was running through my head, and now it seemed she was my reason for needing to beat off. God I was so fucking screwed, and not even in a good way.
I turned the faucet over as hot as it would go, allowing the bathroom to fill with steam. I stood in front of the mirror waiting for the water to get hot. I stared at the reflection showing back at me. My dark brown hair a mess from where Noelle ran her fingers through it, my light blue eyes tired but hungry. I could see the small bruise still healing from the fight with Dom and the tension in my muscles.
There was a small scar above my right eye where I was cut with a knife in a fight back when I lived with my mom. That life and the things I went through seemed to be ages ago, although it couldn’t have been more than a few months ago. It’s amazing how life can change a person in just a short amount of time.
The life I was living now wasn’t anything to be proud of. I still fought, and I was definitely still pissed off at Mark. I hated Viviana. I was still just fucking chicks for fun, but Noelle… she was different. A whole other perspective to things. Parts of her made me want to be a better person, while the other parts of her made me feel content just being the person I was. Noelle didn’t try and change me. She didn’t care about what people said about me. She saw the good I had in me when everyone else saw the bad. They didn’t care to investigate deeper into the situation.
We were on each other’s team, and today proved that more than ever. Noelle was done giving a fuck about what people said to her, a point I had already hit. I pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the hot spray, the water easing my muscles as soon as it hit my skin. Being around Noelle when I wanted to do nothing but devour her caused me so much anxiety. It literally pained me to be within touching distance of her and not be able to do a damn thing to ease myself.
I couldn’t touch her, kiss her, or even look at her without the need to take her and claim her as my own, and I fucking would. I might be a bad man, I might fight and hurt people, but I would never do anything to hurt her. I would never betray her or talk down to her the way that others have.
I gripped my cock in my hand, leaning my head against the tile wall of the shower stroking myself rigorously to the mental image of Noelle in nothing but her pink bra and panties.
“Do you want this cock, baby?” My voice cracked, and desire dripped from my words. Her eyes looked deeply into mine with uncertainty. God, she was so fucking fragile and precious. One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. She was like the moon, parts of her were always staying hidden.
The scene played out before my eyes, my mind the canvas that it was playing upon. I was painting a vivid dream that would never take place.
Noelle’s body was laid out on top of my sheets. Her naked body glimmered in the light as beads of sweat started to form on her chest and roll down her body. I wanted to lick them away, and nibble on that plump bottom lip of hers. My finger gliding from the tip of her collar bone down her sweet, perfect torso until landing right above her mound. Would she let me fuck her raw? Like I wanted? Would she be able to handle the dark and dirty that I was?
I pumped harder into my hand, my pace and grip almost painful. The hot water sprayed against my back, adding to the pleasure that was tingling throughout my body. Every single stroke pushed me closer to the edge, every image of Noelle flashing before my eyes made my cock harder— forcing my cock into a relentless battle. Oh how I wanted to come, but at the same time didn’t because when I did that meant the dream and images of Noelle letting me fuck her were gone.
“Fuck!” I gritted out, cum spurting from deep within me. My belly coiled, and then exploded as another hot spurt released against the wall. My toes dug into the tile floor, and I leaned my whole body against the wall the pleasure overtaking me for a second. I’ve never come so hard over just the image of a girl.
She’s not just a girl.
My body reminded me of that just now. Noelle owned me in the worst way. I masturbated like a thirteen-year-old boy just hitting puberty instead of the experienced player that I was. She owned me in a way that was terrifying. I didn’t understand how she weaseled her way under my skin, but I was starting to realize that the feelings I was having weren’t just going to go away.
Sometimes home has a heartbeat, and Noelle was my home.
My heartbeat. My all.
I finished my shower, washing my body from head to toe, then rinsing the sins of what I had just done away. As soon as I finished, I stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around my waist.
I was a fucking mess. I was wound tighter than a spring. Each day that passed put the spring that much closer to exploding. The thoughts refused to go away. I couldn’t get the images of her out of my head even as I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. My body tensed as soon as I saw her sitting there on the edge of my bed. Didn’t she realize how perfect it was for her to be on my bed? Especially after what I just pictured. It would have been so much better if she had really been in it.
“Ummm…” She looked up at me and then covered her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry…” The apology came from out of nowhere, and I of course smirked pulling my towel away from my body. I had nothing to hide from her. In fact, I wanted her to see me, all of me.
“Don’t be sorry, I don’t have shit to hide and it’s not like you haven’t seen me in all my glory already,” I commented, watching her face, which was still covered; except now I noticed she had parted her fingers slightly, making me think maybe she did want a glimpse. I could see the bright red blush peeking out from where her hands covered her eyes. She was so naïve; so pure it was painful.
“I… I didn’t know you were showering and I just came in to talk to you about what happened in the car, and oh my god, you just pulled the towel off.” The words rushed from her mouth, and I snickered out loud.
“What about what happened in the car?” I pulled out a pair of shorts, slipping them on so that she could uncover her face. One of these days very soon she would have to get used to seeing my cock out in the open because it would be more than just sitting here idly, doing nothing. Eventually it would be throbbing deep inside of her.
“I can’t…” More rushing of words. “We can’t I mean. We can’t do this. It’s wrong. It’s bad. It’s just not going to work, and I can’t handle heartbreak. Not on top of everything else that is going on in my life.” I walked over to her, pulling her hands away from her still covered face so I could see that beautiful blush and stare into those majestic hazel orbs.
“You’re thinking far too much into this,” I assured her, smoothing a hand down the side of her face. When she finally looked up at me, I couldn’t help but feel my heart soaring through the air. It was a strange feeling, almost like flying, the lightness that fills your belly as you jump into the air, knowing that nothing but gravity is going to bring you right back down to where it all started.
That feeling alone wrapped
around me, forcing me to remember that you couldn’t rush something that you wanted to last forever.
“No, Royal, I’m not. I’m not ready for this… For you. You’re so intense. So dark, and so different than I ever expected.” She stopped, a frown forming on her face.
I didn’t know what to say to that, because it was all true.
“I’m not Sasha. I’m not experienced. I can’t handle all of this at once.” Panic pierced her words. I wanted to take those emotions from her and throw them away.
“You’re ready, and believe me I know you’re nothing like Sasha.” I sat down on the bed next to her, forcing her body into my own, my hands gliding up her body, stopping at her cheeks so that I could cup them in my hands. The warmth of her skin against my palm told me just how real all of this was between us.
“Fear is something expected when you’re walking blindly in the dark,” I continued.
“I’m not scared of you, Royal. I’m scared of this. I’m scared of what I feel for you and for the pleasure you’ve showed me.” She gestured to us, her eyes casting down in the direction of my chest as if she was ashamed to have admitted her feelings out loud.
“Only because you’ve never felt something like this before. Don’t push me away. Don’t stop this before it even has a chance to start. I’m consumed by you Noelle… Completely fucking owned by you. Something about you makes my heartbeat speed up, my palms sweat, and my cock swell.”
You would think my confessions wouldn’t be seen so much as a shock anymore, but the look on her face said she was still very much shocked. Clearly she wasn’t getting the picture, and I needed to reassure her of those feelings.
I grabbed her hand placing it against my still hard cock. She tried to pull away but I gripped her hand harder pushing it down against my throbbing cock.
“This is for you, baby— all of it— every single inch. You might not be ready today, tomorrow, or even next week, but I will get a taste of that sweet pussy of yours and I will fuck you, because I’ve never felt this way about anyone, not like how I feel about you.”
