BOMB

by Danielle James

  “You look so beautiful,” he smiled.

  “Kiss my fucking ass, Leonard.”

  “You’re upset. I get it. I just have one question.” I waited for him to continue because I was two seconds away from pulling off and leaving him in a plume of exhaust. “Since you’re here with the tuck, can you leave the key? I need it back.”

  The. Fucking. Gall.

  I was fed up at that point. I heard the same high-pitched whine you hear after a bomb explodes close to you. All other sounds were nonexistent as I exited the truck with the key in my hand.

  Leonard’s mouth was moving but nothing came out. At least nothing I could hear. I drew my fist back and rammed it into his nose with my keys tucked tightly between my fingers. I felt like fucking Wolverine.

  Leonard’s skin split open easily like a hot knife through butter. It took him minutes before he could actually restrain me. I was fighting like my life depended on it.

  My chest felt ready to crack open. My head was full of rusty nails and their sharp tips were stabbing me relentlessly. I had to calm down.

  I knew Leonard was yelling at me but I still couldn’t hear. I didn’t want to. Everything was encased in cotton.

  “Get the fuck off me, Leonard!” My voice ripped away the cotton. “I hate you! Get the fuck away from me.” My voice wobbled and so did my legs as I took staggered steps backward. I looked down at the concrete and saw deep scarlet dotting a path to Leonard’s feet.

  Damn, I fucked him up.

  Good.

  Maybe then he’d feel a fraction of the pain raging inside my head.

  “You want the key? Fine.” I dragged the back of my hand across my top lip and headed toward the truck. With a screech, I carved into the driver side door with my keys. The scratch stretched the length of the left side.

  “Come on, Bellamy, don’t do this.”

  “Why? Is this Katie’s fucking truck?” I bent at the waist and scooped up a heavy rock next. The weight felt solid and the smooth cool surface brought the temperature of my palm down. I hurled it through the driver side window and a spray of brilliant gray glass went everywhere. Leonard covered his head with his arms and ducked down so he didn’t get hit. Meanwhile, I stood in the face of it all. My face got showered with glass and I didn’t even care. Fuck that glass. My soul was already tattered enough.

  “Take your goddamn key.” I snatched it from my key ring and dropped it on the ground.

  “I was going to take you where you needed to go but now…” Leonard grumbled at me.

  “Go fuck yourself, Leonard.” I tossed my middle finger up and started walking down the street. Once I was out of Leonard’s eyesight, I pulled out my phone. My fingers were numb from the cold winter air beating down on them but somehow I managed to scroll through my contacts.

  I couldn’t call Joan, she thought I was the devil incarnate. I didn’t have Crimson’s number. She would have been great to call. She was always so nice.

  The only person I knew I could call without a doubt was the one who told me he’d always be there if I needed him.

  Cyrus.

  The moment his smooth voice hit my ears, I felt something crumble inside of me. Something hard and stony that fell like boulders from the sky. I uttered words I’d never said to anyone before in my fucking life, “Cyrus…I need you.” The sob that needed to exit my throat was so huge that it crawled out silently at first. It unfurled like a huge phoenix that had been trapped inside of me.

  The noise I let out was gut-wrenching and Cyrus listened. He didn’t speak until I calmed down. “Where are you, Bellamy?” He asked in a calm voice that felt like a blanket on my icy soul.

  I rattled off the name of the street and told him to look out for a busted Benz truck in one of the driveways. He showed up in twelve minutes. I saw his car creeping down the street and the hairs on my forearms stood up.

  I waved my arms back and forth so he could spot me at the bottom of the street and he sped up until his car came to a stop in front of me. I didn’t expect for him to bolt from the car and rush over to me. I thought he was just going to reach over from the driver side and unlock the door for me.

  “Are you okay?” He frowned, examining me closely. His touch was light and feathery but everywhere his fingertips touched turned to flames licking at my skin.

  “I’m fine. Can we go, please?” I tried to control the wavering of my voice.

  “Yeah, sure. Where do you want to go?” He asked as he opened the door for me.

  “Your place,” I told him with a sigh.

  ***

  Cyrus

  Bellamy Jordan was the most gorgeous girl I’d ever laid eyes on and she was sitting on my couch. I’d sat on that couch countless times since we first met thinking about her and stroking my dick to mental images burned into my mind.

  Now she was sitting there.

  I knew she’d been through some kind of drama because she had tiny nicks and cuts on her milk chocolate cheeks and her knuckles were starting to bruise. Inside, I was conjuring up a million and one things that could have happened to her but on the outside, I was cool and collected.

  I brought Bellamy a mug of tea and sat beside her on the couch. “What happened?” I asked for the third time since I rushed out of the house to pick her up.

  “My ex.” She snapped her slanted eyes shut and scrubbed at her forehead with the heel of her hand. “I found out that the guy I was fucking was married even though he told me he’d finally gotten divorced. When his wife found out about us he cut me off after a year of spoiling me with gifts and a truck and a condo. I found out that nothing was real. Most of the shit he gave me was his wife’s.” She nibbled on her bottom lip then brought the steaming mug to her mouth for a sip. “I’m pretty sure that included the Benz truck.”

  Hearing her talk about fucking some married guy sent a spike of irritation stabbing through my chest. “You’re fucking a married man?” I quizzed.

  “I told you all of that and me fucking a married man is all you heard?” She deadpanned after another sip of tea. “I was fucking him, Cyrus. As in past tense.”

  I massaged the sore spot in my chest and analyzed why the hell that one piece of information sent me reeling. Bellamy was a beautiful girl. She was sexy as hell with a spitfire mouth and a maze of tightly wound issues that would draw any man in. Why wouldn’t she be fucking someone?

  Shit, why wouldn’t she be fucking multiple someones?

  “I’m sorry,” I scratched at my beard a bit and refocused. Sitting so close to Bellamy behind the walls of my home blurred everything beyond anything I could imagine. “So, is that why you ended up living with your grandmother?”

  “Yes, he took everything back and what could I say? What could I do? I became complacent and comfortable and now I’m in a messed up situation because of it.”

  Every time I’d been around Bellamy, I was in the presence of a huge wall but right then she seemed to be standing in front of it instead of behind it.

  “Bellamy, why didn’t you have your own job? Your own way of making money? Your own place?” I asked her. My hand ached to touch her face and smooth her hair. I wanted to offer her comfort in some kind of way.

  “I thought I found a free ride.” A sad laugh slid from her mouth. “Now I know better.”

  “There’s no such thing as a free ride, sweetheart. Especially not at the expense of someone else.” I couldn’t fight the desire burning into my fingers anymore. I reached out to touch her cheek, then slid down to her chin. I expected for her guard to shoot up again but it didn’t.

  She leaned into my touch.

  “Where were you when I was trying to figure out life?” She scoffed, still soaking in my touch. She felt like silk beneath the pads of my fingers. Hunger sparked deep inside of me. It was burning hot.

  “Where was your mom? Where was your family?” I asked her. I genuinely wanted to know why she was learning life lessons on her own without guidance.

  Her eyes flitted to the picture
s that hung on my walls and then she looked at me with emotions swimming in her whiskey brown eyes. The expression of pain and sadness gripped my heart and refused to let go. I could barely breathe seeing her near tears.

  “I don’t have any family.” Her voice was hoarse and raw. “I don’t have anyone.” The weight of her pain was too heavy. The tears fell from her thick lashes and my chest split down the middle with the need to protect her and hold her.

  I pushed her tears away with my thumb and exhaled. “How…” I shook my head.

  “Nobody ever wanted me, Cyrus. Nobody. You wouldn’t understand. You have a family.” She gestured to the pictures then blinked more tears down her warm cheeks. “Every single person in my life has thrown me away. I just accepted the fact that I’m nothing. When I found someone willing to spoil me and take care of me after a lifetime of taking care of myself…I fell into it. I know I shouldn’t have. It was so tempting though.”

  I couldn’t stop touching her and she couldn’t stop drinking it in. It was as if she’d never been touched with care before. She curled her slender fingers around my wrist to hold my hand in place but I didn’t plan to move it.

  “Bellamy, you are someone. You are something. I’m so sorry that you had to walk through so much heavy shit growing up alone but that stops here. You’re not alone anymore.” My thumb skimmed her plump bottom lip and something hot and dense swelled inside of me.

  “All I know is how to be alone, Cyrus. I can’t be a part of anything or anyone. I don’t know how.”

  “When you called me, did I come?” I asked her. She nodded quickly. “Did I leave you stranded?” She shook her head and the only sound that could be heard was her gold hoop earrings clanking softly. “Then you already know how to be a part of someone else. You knew to call me. You’re not as broken as you think, sweetheart.”

  “Cyrus, please stop calling me sweetheart,” she begged in the sweetest voice. “I only have about a corner of willpower left and you’re using it up by being so nice. I know you don’t want me like that anymore but…God, being this close to you is killing me. It’s killing my reserve and I…”

  I shut her up with a slow deep kiss. My tongue invaded her mouth and she granted me access as she moaned against me. “Being this close to you is fucking torture. I like torture though.” I pulled her into my lap and she inhaled sharply before locking her arms around my neck.

  Kissing her was like walking through fire. I’d never been so hot before. I’d never been so willing to throw logic away and survive on emotions alone. Bellamy turned me into a savage.

  Her hands were all over my chest. I could feel her frantically searching for a connection. It was already there she just needed to ride the wave. I gripped her dainty wrists and held them behind her back, taking away some of her control.

  Of course, she struggled first but then she felt my lips on her neck and turned into a puddle. She tasted like cocoa butter and traces of sadness. I wanted to kiss it away. I wanted to fuck it away.

  “You make me forget how to be good, Bellamy.” I breathed against her skin. Her throat pulsed wildly at my touch and it made my dick so hard.

  “Being bad isn’t always bad, Cyrus.”

  “You’re right,” I said. I flipped her on her back and she locked her legs around my middle. It was as if we’d choreographed it all and practiced a million times.

  The need to be inside of her ached through my bones and pushed through my cells like a transfusion. I no longer circulated blood, only the desire to be inside of Bellamy. To make her moan and forget her problems if only for a second, to give her the connection she yearned for. The connection I yearned for.

  In seconds, her jeans and panties were on the floor being warmed by the fireplace. Her pussy perfumed the air and the fragrance made me ravenous. My cock strained against my jeans and I had no choice but to free it.

  “Oh my god, Cyrus.” She trembled once there were no more clothes between us and I was pressed between her thighs. My name rolling off her pretty pink tongue fed a growl growing in my chest.

  “Look at me, Bellamy,” I gripped her jaw in my hands. “I need you to know that after this, we can’t go back to how we were. I don’t take shit like this lightly. I don’t play games either.” I bucked against her slippery cunt and she whined. “You’re mine.”

  “Yours?” It was a stunned question at first but the more it sank in and the more I teased her stiff clit with the head of my dick, the easier the word slid off her lips. I looked between our bodies when I felt something hard as steel with each pass over her clit. She was pierced there. “Yours,” she hummed. I took a minute to marvel at how fucking sexy the steel barbell in her clitoral hood was. She was going to drive me absolutely insane.

  “Mine.” I thrust inside of her tight, wet heat and she screamed so beautifully for me. Music to my fucking ears. I slid my hand up her shirt and under her lacy bra, stopping to touch each breast and roll my thumb over her stiff nipples. I found piercings there too. Two barbells made of steel.

  She was full of surprises.

  I came to the base of her throat and paused, letting my long fingers drape over her neck. Bellamy looked up at me with trust in her eyes. I couldn’t hurt this girl. Ever. She was fragile in ways even she didn’t understand. She wasn’t fragile like the flowers she loved so much though. She was fragile like a bomb and in the wrong hands she’d blow up and never be normal again.

  She was in the right hands now.

  I squeezed her throat and fire blazed to life in her Hershey eyes. Her slick pussy gripped my cock and electricity prickled through my body. Nothing felt as good as being inside of her.

  I choked her harder and drilled between her tight walls like I could literally fuck the pain and sadness out of her body. Her trembling thighs pulled me in deeper while I crushed her sensitive pussy under my pressure.

  “Cyrus!” Her moans were like honey dripping from soft, shiny lips. I slid my tongue along them hoping for a taste of sweetness. I thrust deep into her and stayed there feeling the way she stretched for me. “Fuck,” she whined. I locked her in and pressed her knees to her earlobes.

  “As much as I love being in this pussy, I need to taste you. You’re so goddamn wet. I need all of that on my face. Can you put your pussy on my tongue, Bellamy?”

  “Yes!” She shouted as I stroked her harder and faster. The squeal she made when I pulled my dick out of her sent chills across my skin. Her limbs fell limp as I knelt in front of her. I pinned her thick thighs down and came face to face with her pretty pierced pussy. I slid my tongue over her piercing and her back arched to the gods.

  The wet noises her cunt made against my lips were almost too erotic to exist in the atmosphere. I teased her clit with my tongue and drew circles around it before sucking on her pussy until she convulsed. She trickled down my chin, soaking my beard.

  When I came up for air, I pulled each of her lips into my mouth so she could taste herself while I penetrated her sensitive hole again. “Tell me who else you’re fucking, Bellamy,” I said while she was in the middle of screaming for her life. It wasn’t the best time to ask who else she had in her life but nothing about that moment happened in an acceptable time frame.

  “Nobody!” She panted.

  “Good. Keep it that way.” Her nipple rings clinked against my teeth as I sucked on her tits one at a time. It was my first time inside of her and I was already insanely possessive. It flipped on inside of me like a light switch.

  Bellamy was mine.

  “Shit, I’m about to cum.” I looked at her and prayed she was close. I wanted her to cum with me.

  “No, not yet. Please,” she whined, meeting my motions with her hips. I couldn’t cum inside of her. I didn’t need another kid and she didn’t need to be a mom. I pulled out of her and shot my load on her flat stomach while I massaged her clit. I watched my seed spurt up her dewy body as she trembled with her own climax from my fingers.

  “Oh. My. God.” Bellamy fell backward with a huge si
gh and an even bigger grin. That grin set my world on fire. I couldn’t let her look that beautiful without kissing her lips.

  “Pastors aren’t allowed to fuck like that,” she told me. I saw her clearly for the first time. She was perfect and vulnerable. I wished I could take a snapshot of her soul to remember how she looked without a ton of spiked armor. I knew they’d be back the second we were around other people.

  “Oh yeah? How many pastors have you fucked?” I smirked.

  “Just you but damn, Cyrus.” She slid her fingers down the trail of my cum then sucked on each one. My eyebrows flew up on my forehead.

  “You must want to live with my dick inside of you,” I growled, stroking her nipples.

  “I must.” She sat up on the couch and scanned the living room with her beautiful eyes. “Where’s your bedroom?” I tipped my head to the left and she swayed her full hips down the hall. I was lost in the magical jiggle of her round ass.

  I ran after her and hooked an arm around her slim waist. “What are you doing with your bossy ass?”

  “Showering then fucking your brains out.” Her pink tongue darted from between her lips and I said a prayer that I wasn’t going to go to hell for the way I was going to drive my dick into that girl over and over until the sun came up.

  ***

  Bellamy

  Warm kisses slid down my stomach, igniting my body and stopping at my pussy. I opened my eyes in time to see the most beautiful translucent brown pools disappear behind lids lined with thick lashes.

  Fuck.

  I could get used to waking up in Cyrus’ bed if it meant waking up to getting my pussy eaten. He teased my clit until I was squirming to get away from him. I wanted the intense orgasm that would come minutes after his lips wrapped around me but it felt like I would explode in the process. I didn’t know if it was worth it.

  My body decided for me.

  It was worth it.

  I rolled my hips grinding against Cyrus’ face and he groaned like he was in heaven. Tingles roared through my veins as I moaned from his electric tongue.