by J. L. Beck
“What the fuck?” Tears are now running down her cheeks and her lip shaking has turned into whole body shaking. Panic claws at my insides, what the hell happened? I don’t let go of her hand, I just stare at the bruises around her delicate wrists.
Blue, black and already yellow in some places tell me this happened recently.
“Who did this?” I question, my voice a whisper of disbelief. When she doesn’t answer me, I curse under my breath.
“Jules, you need to tell me what happened.” I look up, her lips are pressed into a hard line and she keeps shaking her head. It’s like she’s shutting down and I can't fucking have that. Why is she so scared of telling me? Then it clicks… like a puzzle piece finding its home.
“Did Cole do this? Is your other wrist bruised like this too?”
Before she can answer me, I snatch her other hand and pull up that sleeve as well, finding the same marks on that side. My imagination takes over, her silence only fueling the horrible scenarios running through it.
“Jules, if you don’t tell me what happened...I will assume the worst and then I will go and find Cole right now and break his fucking neck. He touched you and that’s a worthy enough cause.” My response gets her attention and suddenly she’s reeling.
“No, no, no, this is exactly why I didn't want you to know!”
My brow furrows. “What the hell? Why? Because I would protect you? Kill him? Destroy him?” Fury burns deep in my veins...he’s going to pay for hurting her. I swear he hasn’t seen the last of me yet.
“Yes! Because I knew you would go and do something stupid. I knew you would want to go and kill him or at the least beat the crap out of him.”
“And what’s the problem with that? He touched you, he left fucking bruises, Jules, he literally squeezed your wrists so hard he left bruises and you expect me to just let him be, to not fucking kill him? You’re insane if you think I’ll let him get away with this.”
“The problem is that you’ll end up in jail or worse, get yourself killed,” she whispers, and I shake my head at her response feeling too many emotions all at once.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll go to prison for the rest of my life if I have to. He shouldn’t have fucking touched you.” I didn’t know what Cole’s obsession was with her, but I wasn’t going to wait to find out. In my eyes, he was as good as dead.
“And what about me? What’s going to happen to me if you go to jail? You would just leave me like that?” Her words hit me like a bullet to the chest, searing through the tissue and muscle, leaving behind a gaping wound.
It hadn’t really occurred to me that she’s just as scared of losing me as I’m scared of losing her and somehow that realization has me crashing back down to Earth. I can’t do something that’s going to cost me, her, not when I just got her back, but I also can’t just let Cole get away with putting his hands on her.
“Did you go to the police or at the least campus security?”
She shakes her head. “No, I just want to forget about it. I don’t want to have to tell them what happened over and over again. I just… I just want to forget...forget it all.”
“And what exactly did happen?” My whole body is vibrating with anger and it takes everything inside of me not to jump up and go find him, but I need to know what he did to her. I need to be here for her now. She needs me.
“He just told me to tell you that I lied. That I wanted it…” Her eyes lift to mine the blue in them bluer than I’ve ever seen. “But I didn’t want it Remmy, you know that, don’t you? I didn’t want him. I still don’t. I just want to forget him, forget that he didn’t stop when I told him to, forget what his body feels like, his lips…” Anguish clogs her throat as she speaks and she grabs onto my shirt, clinging to me, her face mere inches from my own.
“Make me forget, Rem, replace every memory...take me, make me yours…”
And fuck if I hadn’t always wanted to hear her say those words, just not like this, not under these circumstances.
With a soothing hand, I rub up and down her back. “You don’t need this right now… I want you, Jules, so badly it’s killing me, but I don’t want you to regret it. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and wonder if you made the right choice.”
And I don’t. I don’t want our first time together to be something she regrets for the rest of her life.
“I love you, Rem. I’ve loved you since we were kids, and nothing will ever change that. You should know that…but I can’t keep living like this. All I feel is him…his hands on me and I want it to be you. Make me forget, give me new memories. Please?” More tears slip from her eyes, and she’s breaking my fucking heart. She knows I can’t deny her, not when the need is pulsing inside me.
“Jules,” I groan, knowing damn well I can make her forget that shitty memory.
“Please, I’m begging you…”
And just like that, I snap. I can’t deny her something I want just as badly as she does. Slamming my mouth against hers, I claim her with unyielding need. I’ll ingrain this moment into her mind, wash away the memories that bastard left behind. I’ll hold her, kiss her, sear our souls together so she never forgets this moment.
Jules’ moan of pleasure fills my mouth and I swallow it, my tongue gaining entry past her lips. I stroke her tongue with my own, until I feel her clawing at my shirt, a primal need to undress me consuming her.
Pulling away, I let her pull my shirt off. I do the same, pulling her shirt off and tossing it to the floor. My gaze roams over her, and I gulp, my body shaking, my cock hardening to a damn near painful state. She looks so innocent, her chest heaving, her breasts swelling out the top of her soft pink bra. With a gentleness I wasn’t aware I even had, I press her back against the mattress, reaching for the button on her jeans.
My eyes lift to hers, and I need to know she still wants this, that she hasn’t changed her mind.
“If you want me to stop…you need to say so now. I want you, so fucking bad, but I can wait, Jules. I’ve waited my whole fucking life, what’s another month, or year?”
She shakes her head, her white teeth sinking into her pink bottom lip seductively, and I wonder if she even knows she’s doing it. God, she’s so beautiful, so perfect, so fucking mine. I’ll destroy Cole for touching her, and any other son of a bitch that thinks he can have her.
“No. I want this. I want you. I’m yours, and nothing will ever change that, no amount of time will change that. Take me.”
My heart soars out of my chest, and I flick the button on her jeans and move my hands to her hips, grabbing the denim. I peel the skin tight fabric down her legs, admiring her creamy white flesh. So delicate, soft, and pure…fuck, she’s everything I don’t deserve, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give her up. I toss the jeans to the floor, reveling in her tiny little nails that sink into the tender flesh of my arm.
“I’m going to taste you…taste this pretty little pussy, do you want that?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her smooth tummy. My eyes lift to hers, seeking approval. Her long lashes fan against her cheeks, cheeks that are now a rosy pink, like nothing I’ve seen before.
“Yes…” she answers breathlessly, and I smile against her skin, loving that she reacts to me the way she does. I pepper her skin with kisses, making my way down her body and knead one of her perky tits through the lace of her bra, finding her nipple already hardened for me.
“You’re so fucking perfect. It’s like your body was made for me…mine to fuck, to eat, to worship,” I mumble, pulling my hand away from her tit so I can rid her of her matching pink panties. I slide them down her legs and fling them over my shoulder. Then with a gentle hand, I push her legs apart, my eyes moving straight to her heat.
“Fuck me,” I groan, licking my lips. Her folds are glistening, hiding her tiny little clit inside. The selfish part of me is thankful as hell that I’ll be the one and only man to feast on her, to feel her tightness squeeze around my cock. While the other part of me feels like I don’t deserv
e this gift that she’s giving me.
“Please?” She grins down at me, her soft voice dripping with need. With a chuckle, I slide both my hands under her ass cheeks, and lift her, my lips pressing over her slit. She wiggles, lifting her hips to bring my lips right where she wants them.
“Patience, love, we’ve got all night and yes, I do plan on devouring you, then fucking you, and then devouring you all over again.”
“Remmy.” She lets out a frustrated sigh as I skim over her slit, one last time, before slipping the tip of my tongue between her folds.
As soon as my tongue flicks against her diamond hard clit, she gasps, her hands flying into my hair. She tugs at the soft strands urging me to give her more and as badly as I want her, to taste her release on my tongue, I give in.
I circle her clit, flicking against the nub, alternating between flicks and sucking on it, till I feel her thighs quake. She’s so wet, so fucking warm. My hands move on their own, one to her hip to hold her in place, while I take the other and swirl a finger through her arousal. I coat the thick digit in her sweet syrup, before moving it to her entrance.
I’m panting, burning with need when I slip inside, watching as her face morphs into pure angelic fucking pleasure. I’ve never seen something so intoxicating, so perfect in my life.
“God… oh….” she pants and I pump that finger in and out of her while keeping pressure against her clit. Her hips buck, and I feel her pussy tightening, her core squeezing my finger so tight, my chest heaves, my eyes close for a brief second. Fuck, she’s so tight, I worry for a moment that I might not fit. I don’t want to fucking hurt her, but there is no way in hell I’m not claiming that part of her. Her virginity is mine, all fucking mine.
“Come, Jules, come on my fucking hand,” I order, my voice rumbling against her core as I flick my tongue against the hard bud while continuing to finger fuck her. Two more soft thrusts inside her and she’s coming, her body shaking, tremors of pleasure washing over her.
Her forehead is sweaty and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. A beautiful flush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks and I continue to pump in and out of her, extending her pleasure until her body stops trembling and she sinks back down into the mattress.
“That was…” she gasps.
“Amazing? Earth shattering?” I grin, and move off the bed, undoing my jeans and shoving them and my boxers down in one swoop. My cock juts out, standing proud and when I lift my gaze to Jules, I see both fear and excitement reflecting back at me.
“What's with the look? It's not like you haven't seen it before.” She visibly gulps, her eyes still on my cock.
“I know, but it wasn't going inside me last time.” She's got me there, but I've prepared her body, she'll be okay, plus I’m not going to fuck her. I’m going to make love to her, and there’s a difference.
“It’s okay, Jules,” I whisper, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips to ease some of the fear out of her. Her tiny nails dig into my biceps as I situate myself above her, holding most of my weight on my forearms. This close, I can feel how nervous she is, her body trembles as I hitch up one of her legs, spreading her wider. My cock grazes her heat, and a shiver of unbridled pleasure ripples through me.
“I want to take you bareback.” My hot breath fans against her face, and with one hand, I tip her chin upward to look at me.
“Without a condom?” she questions, her adorable nose wrinkling.
“Yes. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom, and I want you to be my first. I can’t give you my virginity, but I can give you this.”
She licks her lips and then nods her head, and I swear to god I don’t fucking deserve her.
“I’m not on birth control,” she admits as I pull back.
“I’ll pull out and after this we’ll go and get you on birth control,” I tell her, feeling the need to be inside her consume me. “If that’s what you want.”
The thought of getting her pregnant doesn’t change a fucking thing. In my mind, I always knew if I ever had kids, it would be with her. It would just tie her to me in another way, but as much as I want to keep her tied to me in every way possible, I don’t want to do that to her right now. We’ll have children when she is ready. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke it a few times, staring down at her before I guide the velvety head to her drenched entrance.
She grabs onto me like I might run away, and I press into her heat, my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head as I stretch her tight little hole.
“Remmy,” Jules whines and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus on her, and not just thrust deep inside her channel with all my fucking might. I open my eyes and look down at her. Pain contours her features, and I lift a hand, cupping her by the cheek, my touch gentle.
“Just breathe, baby, it’ll only hurt this time,” I growl, barely breathing myself. Fuck me, all I’ve got is the tip in and I’m losing my mind. What happens when I’m eight inches deep? How will I stop myself from fucking her with her tightness squeezing the life out of me? My body shakes, and a bead of sweat forms against my brow as I push in another inch.
Jules gasps, her grip tightening. “You’re so big…I don’t know if it’s going to fit.”
I grin down at her, my thumb gently caressing her cheek.
“Oh, it’s going to fit. Your pretty pussy was made for me. Every inch of you was made for me.” Refusing to prolong the pain, I swoop down and press a heated kiss to her already swollen lips, as I thrust forward at the same time, pushing through her barrier and deep into her virgin channel.
Tears spring from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and I pull away, though I keep my lips just a breath away from hers. She feels like heaven, so soft, warm, and wet. She fits around me like a glove, my cock twitches, my hips and muscles burning as I remain deathly still deep inside her.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper over and over again, wiping her tears away while peppering kisses to her face. After a short time, I start to move again, watching her intently. Her grip on me is still hard, but I love it. I love having her hold on to me like she’s afraid I might disappear.
As I move more and more the discomfort in her eyes seems to diminish and soon I find myself moving in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. I don’t go as hard as I normally would, but with Jules, I don’t need to. My body’s already burning up, pleasure searing through my bones with each shallow thrust. My muscles burn, my body begging for me to thrust deeper, to go harder, to have her like I’ve always wanted.
“More, I want more,” she urges, lifting one of her legs, pressing her heel into my ass to pull me closer.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I hiss out, even though I really, really want to fucking do as she’s asking.
“You aren’t,” she pants, her big blues pleading, and I feel her pussy flutter around my cock. Fuck, she’s going to come. I didn’t know if it was possible the first time. I thought there would only be pain, but like always, Jules is perfect in every way.
“You want to come all over my cock, baby?” I purr in her ear, going a little harder, relishing in the moan of pleasure that escapes her lips.
“Ohhhh…” she mewls.
“Milk my cock…with your pretty pussy,” I growl into her flesh, pressing kisses to her throat before hanging my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling our mixed scents. I could lose myself completely in her, in every way possible and that terrifies me, it scares the shit out of me.
“Remmy…” She digs her nails into my shoulders, and I thrust even harder, hitting the back of her channel. “Sooo…good…want more…”
Her words give me the final push over the edge. The last shred of self-control I have rips straight down the middle and I start thrusting into her deeper and faster than before, listening to her moans and pants in my ear as they act as fuel pushing me closer to the finish line.
Sex has never felt like this before, so raw, emotional and all-consuming. I didn't even know what the term love making
meant until today. The connection between us has grown, we’re now tethered body and soul.
It’s like we are becoming one in this moment, and I don’t have a fucking clue where my body ends and hers begins. Our limbs are tangled, our skin fused together as we slide across one another, molded ourselves, my hard pieces pressing into her soft pieces. We are two complex shapes that somehow fit together perfectly.
“I’m close…so close...” she pants.
“Fuck…yes, baby, come, please come...” I growl, thrusting deeper. I swivel my hips and move one of my hands between our bodies to find her clit. When I do, I press my fingers right on the small bundle of nerves. Her body jerks against mine and as soon as I touch it, she falls apart, her body arching off the bed, her nails raking down my back.
I want to look at her face and take in every second of this, but with her pussy clenching around my cock, I can’t hold off my own climax much longer. Keeping my fingers on her clit, I maneuver into a kneeling position, easing out of her slowly so I can find my own release. I fist my cock with my free-hand and stroke it while watching the aftershocks of Jules’ orgasms run through her body.
Her clit throbs on my fingers just like my cock throbs in my hand and without even thinking about it, I explode. Jets of sticky cum spurt from my cock and land on Jules’ lower belly, and a groan I’m sure the entire house can hear escapes my lips. Stroking my cock, I watch the ropes claim her delicate skin, until there’s nothing left inside me.
When I fall back down to Earth, I catch sight of the mess I’ve made, and then look up to Jules’ face. She gives me a sleepy grin, and I’m overcome with emotions. She looks satisfied, in more than just a physical sense… as if she feels whole, happy, and content.
Whatever it takes, I’ll do it, just to keep her in my arms, to keep her as mine.
“Are you okay?” I ask, wanting to comfort her, needing to make certain I didn’t hurt her. “Do you want to take a shower? Or do you just want me to get a washcloth and clean you up?”