Finding Patience

by Eden Rose

  About being with me.

  I shuttle my fingers in and out of her trying to loosen her up a little to fit me better. She moans loudly and grabs my hair. I can’t tell if she’s pulling me to her or away from her but I’m not stopping until she comes.

  My dick, on the other hand, is about to burst if I don’t sink into her now.

  “I’m… shit! Brett… Help me!” She begs.

  I know exactly what she needs help with. She needs help getting over the edge. I bite her clit with enough force for her to have to muffle her scream and then I feel her contract around my fingers. Patience is coming harder and harder as the seconds go by.

  She jolts in my hands but I hold onto her tighter. “Keep coming, baby,” I coax her.

  “Stop! Stop! I’m too sensitive!” Patience begs.

  I withdraw my fingers from her and unlatch her clit from my mouth. She thinks she’s getting a reprieve, but I’m ready to sink into her.

  “Remember what I said, if it’s too much, let me know. It will kill me to stop, but I love you.”

  She smiles at me with lust in her eyes. “I love you. I want you.”

  I smirk. “You want me to… what?” I coach. I want to hear her say the words.

  “I want you to fuck me!”

  Squeezing the shaft of my dick trying to relieve some pressure, I gear up to slide into her. My head breaches the tight muscles of her virginity but she scratches my back when I try to ease in too slowly.

  I shake my head, trying to show her that we need to go slow but she has better ideas. “Please, Brett. Please! I’m… I’m dying!”

  I bite my bottom lip to stop from yelling out as the mushroom head of my dick slides all the way through her resistance. I’m buried to the hilt and my mind just dies.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” I murmur. “It will help.”

  I know I have a big dick and I don’t want to hurt her so I’m hoping this will allow me to slide in.

  She wraps her legs around me and I slip further inside her pussy. We both groan. “I love you,” I whisper to her.

  Her hands reach up to my face to pull me closer to her. I kiss her passionately while I slide in and then slip almost all the way out of her. Each pass through her pussy, is lubricated by her arousal.

  That was until I felt the tightening on my balls begging to be emptied. I push my tongue through her lips and we fight to get closer to each other. We’re not close enough.

  I couldn’t stop myself from coming even if I tried. I empty myself out in her but I still thrust inside her. I need Patience to have spent all of her pleasure on me. I need to know that she got what she needed.

  PATIENCE

  We’ve been together for a few weeks but this was the first night that we got to sleep together. Making love to him was one thing, but sleeping with him is completely a different thing. It feels so good to be wrapped up in his arms all night.

  Brett’s lightly snoring next to me but I’m wide awake. I’m petrified to go to sleep because that means tomorrow will be here sooner than I care to admit. I know it’s inevitable that tomorrow will come, but I want to pretend.

  My seventeen year old heart can’t bare the thought of being without Brett. He’s become everything to me. The one person in this world that I can escape to from dealing with my controlling parents.

  I’m a child prodigy. At a young age, my family found out that I have a talent for performing arts and I’m good at it. I can act, dance and sing. My real passion is to sing, though. After my parents found out that their only daughter could sing as good as the professionals, I have been going to auditions all over the world. It’s been nice but I want to be a normal teenager.

  And that’s what I am with Brett.

  I’m the lovesick teenager who knows that our love with survive him going to war.

  When the alarm goes off in the morning for Brett to leave my house before my parents wake up, I wanted to throw it across the room. The alarm is just another reminder that Brett will be leaving and I won’t see him again for a long time. Unless they allow him to Skype. I doubt that, though.

  “Baby,” he murmurs and tucks his head into the crook of my neck. “Thank you for the best night of my life.”

  My throat clogs with the unshed tears from all the emotions that I’m bottling up. “Mmmhmm,” I mumble.

  Trying in vain, I try to not draw attention to the fact that I’m not ready! I’m not ready for him to get on the bus and leave the country!

  “We talked about this,” he tells me like it’s going to make that much of a difference to me.

  “I’m not ready.”

  He kisses my cheek. “I’m not either, but you knew why I had to sign up.”

  “There has to be a way that they will let you stay,” I suggest.

  Brett chuckles a little and kisses down my jaw. “We still have enough time…”

  Knowing that this is true, I lift my leg a little and hitch it around his hip making it easier for him to slide in. This time, the sex is rougher. I’m clawing at his back and his thrusts are deeper than before which is crazy. He was pretty deep on the other three rounds.

  I know that I’m going to be sore from this, but I would be lying if I said it were an issue. I could care less.

  He reaches between my pussy lips and rubs my clit while whispering sexy things. I respond by mewling like a cat in heat.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. I’m gonna miss you so much. I’m gonna miss your mind, your eyes, those little moans you make when I slide in you.”

  We push and pull back and forth from each other, trying to get closer. Trying to get wrapped up in each other a little more. After he’s pounded himself inside me, I feel his dick get thicker and I moan from it.

  Everything is just too much.

  BRETT

  Since my family is full of a bunch of fuck ups, I don’t give two shits about seeing them before I go. I know that Mr. Monroe, Patience’s father, is more than happy to have me gone from his daughter’s life. I’m not naïve in the sense that I don’t know he hates me.

  I do know that he feels as if I’m not good enough for Patience and that it’s fucking awesome I enlisted in the Army. What he doesn’t know, I feel the same way he does. I know I’m not good enough for her, but for some reason, she’s with me.

  After being together for a few months, her parents have come to terms with the fact that I am in love with their daughter and she is in love with me. She chose me.

  I didn’t pursue her, she picked me.

  Patience’s parents offered to drive me out to the recruitment center for me to get on the bus, but Patience and I decided to drive together. Plus, I have one more thing up my sleeve.

  In my pocket, I sold my soul to the cunt devil woman who is my mother for the wedding ring of my grandma. The only decent human being ever to come out of the Booker Family, and she gave her ring to her daughter. I’m not thrilled with the fact that I had given into her demands of giving her money for it. But I did.

  I need her to know that she’s meant to be mine before I leave for active duty. Plus, it just feels right to know she’s here for me.

  I pull into the chapel that I reserved and wait for her to put two and two together.

  “What are we doing here?” Her little voice asks me.

  Since we live in a state where you can get married at seventeen, I didn’t need to convince her parents to sign the permission slip or whatever the fuck it’s called. I doubt they would sign it anyway.

  I’m just the bastard who stole their little girl from them. But I’m also the bastard who is in love with their daughter.

  I take a deep breath and reach into my pocket for the ring that I sold my soul for. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the ring is meant to be hers and I can’t wait. I take the ring out of the pillow from the box and hold it out for her to take a look at it.

  “Patience, baby, I had a whole speech prepared to give you but in the end, those are just words. I’m offering you a pro
mise. I promise that no matter what, I will love you and be there for you. Will you marry me?”

  Tears roll down her cheeks but she nods her head. “Yes! Yes!”

  With shaky fingers, I manage to slide the ring down her long and skinny finger. “Today?”

  “Oh my god! Really?”

  I nod.

  “I don’t have a dress or anything…” Her brows furrow together to show me that she’s actually thinking that is the only issue. Not that I’m going to war or anything.

  I cup her face in my hands and pull her mouth over to me. I kiss her for all that I’m worth but stop when I feel it getting too deep. I’m wanting to marry this girl at this chapel, and then fuck her. Not vice versa.

  “I don’t give two fucks about you wearing a dress because to me, you look beautiful.”

  And we did get married. We held onto each other as the reverend announced we were man and wife. The wedding was perfect… Too bad things don’t work out how you think they are going to.

  December 21st, 2009

  Brett:

  I miss you so much that I feel as if I can’t breathe. It sucks that we can’t spend Christmas together for our first one.

  How is everything going? Have you met any friends? Do you think you can call me sometime soon?

  I miss your voice.

  Love,

  Patience Monroe-Booker

  December 25th, 2009

  My gorgeous wife:

  Shit here has been crazy. I finally got enough time to write you a letter but I can’t call you. They still won’t let us tell our loved ones where we are because of security breaches and all of that shit.

  Have you been auditioning? Have you got anything steady yet?

  I miss you like fucking crazy and I can’t wait to make up for all this time that we are missing together.

  I love you,

  Brett

  January 1st, 2010

  Brett:

  It’s officially the new year and I didn’t have anyone to kiss me happy new year. I… just… I don’t know what to say besides I miss you and can’t wait for you to come home.

  I love you.

  Patience

  January 15th, 2010

  Patience:

  I’m so fucking sorry that this letter took so long. We have been going through some crazy new things and I have had to focus on that. The Army is definitely keeping me busy and I’m proud to say that they advanced me. How are you? What have you been doing? Are you still auditioning? I miss you, baby.

  Love you,

  Brett

  January 30th, 2010

  Patience:

  Haven’t heard from you in a while. Is everything okay? I tried calling you a few times and you never answered. What are you up to? Is everything okay? I’m worried about you. Please write me back or something so I know how you are doing. It’s been so long since I’ve held you in my arms and I miss you so fucking much. The Army is keeping me busy and now they’ve moved me to a different country. I will be able to let you know soon.

  I love you,

  Brett

  FIVE YEARS LATER

  RABIES

  “Yes, yes! Fuck my pussy!” The brunette woman yells at me while I fuck her from behind at the reception.

  What’s the point in going to a wedding if you can’t fuck the bridesmaids or whatever? I’m buried deep in her and she’s starting to meet my thrusts. I feel my balls tighten a little bit but I know I’m not going to come without thinking of her.

  The same woman that I lost five years ago and now I don’t know where she is. The same woman who has been on my mind this whole time and I can’t forget about her.

  For the whole wedding, I sat there like a fuckin’ pussy licking my wounds and thinking this was meant to be us. The wedding wasn’t mine and Patience’s wedding even though we are already married.

  No, I would have to find her to have that.

  So, instead, I’m fucking the second bitch of the night in the bathroom. My finger slips in between her pussy lips and rubs her clit. “You gonna come again? You gonna come all over my dick?” I rasp in her ear.

  She’s a pretty girl with short brown hair and dark eyes that make her look mysterious. I didn’t catch her name before she dragged me off to the bathroom to get fucked good and proper.

  “Yeah!” She moans.

  My jeans are around my ankles, and her panties are around hers. We’re limited on the amount of space that we have, but it doesn’t bother me too much. Instead, I like the fact that it’s so impersonal.

  “Come. I want you to soak my dick with your come!”

  She throws her head back and looks at me with her wild eyes that tell me she’s enjoying herself. “Kiss me!” She begs.

  Shaking my head, I wrap my free hand that was resting on her ass, in her hair to yank her head away from me. I don’t kiss bitches. In fact, I haven’t kissed anyone since the last time I had Patience.

  At the thought of my wife, my dick swells and I feel myself about to shoot my load up in this bitch. “I’m gonna come. Get on your knees and swallow it like the good girl you are,” I instruct.

  The girl bounces off my dick and drops to her knees. Her lips are puffy and red from her biting them to stop her from moaning too loud. Personally, I like the screamers because it makes me feel like I’m doing something right.

  I yank the condom off my dick and knot it up before throwing it in the garbage off to the side of the bathroom. Gripping my thick shaft, I shuttle my fist up and down myself a couple of times before I blow my load.

  “Here it comes!” I warn her through gritted teeth. My come shoots out of me and floods her mouth. Like the nasty little slut she is, she takes every drop I give her.

  The girl makes a big scene of swallowing it and winks at me. “That was so good, baby. Want to do it again?”

  There’s a pounding on the door before I could answer her. “Rabies! Get your fuckin’ ass out here! They’re gonna cut the cake!” Flip yells at me.

  Things with the club have been doing better since we eliminated the threats of The Plague and McSimmons’ family. The thing that we are struggling with now is dealing with the secrets that we’ve all kept from each other when bringing those assholes down.

  With the wedding of The Bear and Pinky finally over, shit is going to go back to normal. I know that Slice and Jen are probably going to get married next but I’m hoping they will do us the favor of eloping. Weddings are fuckin’ tiring!

  “Sorry, doll face,” I tell the woman on her knees in front of me who’s pouting.

  She gets up and pulls her underwear back up and I tuck my dick away. We’re dressed quickly and I’m walking out the door when I hear the voice of an angel. The voice of the woman who’s haunted me for the past five years.

  I stop in front of the television that’s in the bar and I’m transfixed by the images of Patience Monroe singing her heart out on national television.

  The past few years have been good to her. She looks great but I miss the innocence she once had. The way she would look at me with so much love in her eyes. The way she groaned when I slid deep in her that first time. And then the last time because she was too sensitive. I miss everything about her and yet…

  Where the hell has she been since I got back from Germany?

  FIVE YEARS AGO

  The constant beeping of a loud machine is what wakes me up from my dream. The most fantastic dream I have ever had and now it’s gone. Just like me.

  If this is what heaven feels like, cushy and sterile, I never want to leave.

  Suddenly, something bright is flashing before my eyes. I peel one eye lid open to see who’s doing it but I’m met with the bright light. I shield my eyes by squeezing them shut to block the assaulting light.

  “Sergeant Booker. Are you awake?” A male voice asks me with authority.

  Most of the time when I hear that tone, it has to do with the military. We are all about respect and shit but I’m not in the mood for it right now. The brot
herhood of the Army has protected me through two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan but I wasn’t able to protect them.

  “Yeah?” I question with a croaky voice. My throat is in need of some water right now.

  I feel like I’m back in the sand box without water. Dehydrated and trying to stay alive so I can get back to my wife.

  Wait! Could she be here?

  Dealing with the pain of opening my eyes to look around, I see that she’s no where to be found.

  “Do you know where you are?” The man asks.

  I shake my head but then wince from the sudden movement. “No,” I reply honestly.

  If I had to guess, I would say I’m in Germany. Germany has one of the leading hospitals for the military and that’s where the wounded go. If I’m in Germany, then that means I really did almost die.

  Fuck!

  “Where is my wife?” I question. The term is so foreign on my lips now that I haven’t spoke to her in such a long time. I couldn’t call her from the front lines and every letter I sent to her came back Return To Sender.

  The man winces. “Sergeant Booker, we have other things to discuss.”

  “I don’t give a fuck. Where is my wife?” I need Patience here. I need to hold her close to me so I can realize that everything is going to be okay.

  “We couldn’t find her. We’re searching for her right now.”

  “Fuck!” I growl.

  Not another word is spoken as the drugs take me further into the nightmare that has become my life. A life without the woman that I love.

  PATIENCE

  The thrill of performing live is why I do it. I don’t need to do these promotional gigs anymore due to my popularity, but I love the way I feel when I’m done. Adrenaline flows through me as I sing and dance on stage.

  It’s also the only place where I can quiet out the screams in my head.

  “Patience! Patience! Over here!” A reporter calls out to me from the sidelines.

  I flip my long blonde hair behind my shoulder and wink at the man. Doing an interview right now is not something I’m interested in doing. I’m interested in kicking off these horrible heels and then going home.