This Is Forever

by Madison, Natasha

  “So if I understand this …” he says, “you want to spend the night in bed with me?”

  “Yes,” I finally whisper while my heart beats so hard in my chest that I’m sure he could probably hear it. My mouth is dry, and it feels like I have sand in the back of my throat.

  “You won’t feel like I’m treating you like a—” I put a finger to his mouth to stop him from talking.

  “I’ll feel like you want to spend time with me. I’ll feel like you want me all to yourself, and I’ll feel more special than if you take me out to show me off.” I swallow now, and it’s almost as if I have a lump in my throat.

  His hand falls away from me, and I suddenly want to kick myself for being so open. I should have just gone with him and had the romantic dinner that he probably spent a lot of time planning. He takes my hand, and I’m waiting for him to open the door, but instead, he walks back to the elevator. But he’s not walking slowly; he’s almost speed walking, and it’s taking all my concentration to keep up with him and not fall on my face. The elevator somehow opens as soon as he presses the button. He walks in and presses the button for his floor, and then he turns and presses me into the wall. “I promise you that we’ll do all the hearts and flowers date soon.”

  I take a deep breath, and the ping of the elevator makes us both look at the door as it opens on his floor. He moves away from me and lets me walk out, and when I get to his door, he takes the lead. He grabs me by the hips and turns me around, scooting down so we are at eye level.

  “Everything,” he says right before he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. One hand grabs the handle of the door, and when it opens, we stumble inside, our mouths never leaving each other. My hands peel his jacket from his shoulders, and he presses me into the wall by the front door. He lets go of my lips the same time his hands go to my hips, and he slowly raises the skirt while he kisses me right behind my ear where he knows it makes me shiver. I moan, closing my eyes, and just take in his hands on my bare legs and his tongue sucking in while he takes little nips of my earlobe. My hand pulls his shirt out of his pants, and I think I’m panting, or maybe it’s just echoing in my ears. His hand goes around my waist, and he carries me to the wall next to his bedroom, and his cock is right where I want it. Except too many layers of clothes are between us.

  “Too much,” I say, and he stops and looks at me. His eyes almost looking black. “Too much clothes,” I say. He puts one hand on the back of my head and pulls me to him, nipping my bottom lip, and when I gasp, his tongue enters my mouth. My hands slowly work on the buttons, and the kiss gets rougher. It’s all tongue, teeth, and hands.

  He unzips my dress, the sound lost in the heavy pants of our breath. He peels the dress from my shoulders at the same time I push his shirt off him. His mouth goes to one of my nipples while the dress hangs on my hips. My back arches off the wall, and he picks me up. While he bites my nipple, he walks to his room. I swear I’m about to have an orgasm, and the only thing he’s touched are my breasts.

  He walks into his room, kicking off his shoes, and then he places me down on my feet, and I wobble on the heels. I wish I could kick them off. I want to kick them off, but he looks at me.

  “I had this whole thing planned,” he says, his hand coming up, and his thumb rubs over my lips. “Wine and dine and then take you to bed.” I want to roll my eyes and groan. “I want to take my time with you.” His voice is low, and just the way he says it fills my body with goose bumps. His hand moves down to my pebbled nipple, rubbing it. He puts his thumb into his mouth and then rubs my nipple again, and I swear my eyes want to roll in the back of my head. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, “but not this time.”

  “Justin,” I whisper or pant out his name.

  “It’s going to be fast,” he says as his hands push the dress down over my hips, leaving me in the white lace thong that I slipped into after the shower. “It’s going to be hard,” he says, looking down at me. “And it’s probably going to be faster than we both want.” I take a deep inhale as I watch him unbuckle his belt. “But that is only going to be round one.” His pants fall from his waist, and he’s standing there in black Calvin Klein boxers. His cock is hard and ready, and I hold my breath as he peels them down, and I finally see him naked. His cock is huge and perfect, and I want to touch it. My hand comes out, and I fist it in my palm, and now it’s his turn to hiss. I move my hand up and down once and then another time before he is suddenly not in my hand anymore. Instead, he is on his knees in front of me, pulling my panties to the side while his mouth devours me. He pulls my clit into this mouth, and I have to hold on to his shoulder or I’ll fall over. “Fucking perfect,” he says right before his tongue fucks me.

  “I can’t,” I say, and I don’t know what I’m saying or asking for. His fingers are now inside me, and my hips move on their own. “Justin,” I say right before he moans into my pussy, and I come on his fingers and tongue. I shiver the whole time, my nails for sure ripping the skin on his shoulder. He waits until I’m stable and then comes up and kisses me, and I taste myself on him.

  He unties one ankle strap and then the other. “Lie back and open up for me,” he says, going to the side table where I know he has his condoms. He grabs one and comes back to me, my eyes never leaving him. His perfect body, his arms that are defined all the way to the side muscles on his hips. I sit up now when he gets closer, and I’m finally able to bite that side hip that I’ve been dreaming of doing. He hisses, and I move my head just a touch and cover his cock with my mouth. I devour his cock as much as I can. My hand comes up to hold him and he lets me for less than a minute. “I’m not coming in your mouth,” he says. “First time, I come in you.” He opens the condom wrapper. “Now lie back and spread your legs for me.” I lie back, my eyes on his as he slides the condom down his cock, and he puts one knee on the bed. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he says, and I am so mesmerized with him that I don’t know what he’s saying before he tears my panties off in one move.

  “Spread your legs for me.” I open my legs wider for him, and when he crawls to me with his cock in his hand, I don’t move, I don’t breathe, I don’t even think I blink. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he says, rubbing his cock up and down my slit, “for what seems like forever.” He places his cock at my entrance, trying to control himself. “Everything has led to this one moment with you.” He looks down at his cock, and I look with him as his cock slowly enters me.

  “I love you,” I say without even realizing the words have left my mouth, and his head snaps up to look at me.

  “I’ve loved you for what seems my whole life,” he says, and with one firm thrust, he buries himself in me. His arms come to the side of my head. “I love you,” he says again, and a lone tear escapes the side of my eye and rolls to the covers. “Love you forever,” he says, and he makes love to me.

  “I’m yours.” I arch my back and lock my ankles around his back. “Don’t hold back. Show me,” I egg him on.

  His arms hold him up beside my shoulders, and he spreads his knees, pulling out of me only to pound back in hard. So hard my legs unhook and fall to his hips. He does it again, over and over, and my hands now hold his arms as I groan.

  “I’m almost there,” I say, trying to swallow. He leans down and buries his face in my neck. He fucks me so hard, the only noise in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together, and I want more. “Harder,” I say, and he gets up on one arm and moves one of my legs over his shoulder. With this angle, I swear he’s going to tear me open. “Right there,” I say, and he gets up on his knees, his cock never stopping. Putting his thumb into his mouth, he licks it, and I take turns watching his cock disappear into me and him sucking on his thumb. Then his thumb is moving to my clit, and he rubs it in little circles. “Oh, God,” I say, and I want to grab him by the hips and dig my nails into him and just make him not move.

  “Fuck,” he says, “you got to get there.” His thumb moves faster. “Your pussy is choking my cock,” he s
ays. “Fuck, get there,” he says, hissing and I do. I get there at the same time as he pounds into me two more times before he roars out his release.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Justin

  “The water is cold,” Caroline says as she sits on me in the bath, my cock still in her. “But I’m too tired to move,” she says, putting her head on my shoulder. When I get up, she tightens her legs around my waist, and I laugh.

  “Sweetheart,” I say, getting out of the tub, and the water is slashing everywhere. I grab a white towel and throw it over her and rub my feet on the mat before walking to the bed and seeing her shoes tossed beside the bed next to her torn panties and her dress right in the middle next to the bed. My pants, shoes, and socks are right next to it. I pull her off me and put her on the bed. Little red marks are all over her from the bites I’ve given her along with little dots from my beard between her legs.

  “I just need a minute,” she says and rolls to her side. I laugh, walking back into the bathroom and taking off the sixth condom we’ve used in four hours. I grab a pair of boxers and walk back into the room, hearing her soft snores. I check to see it’s only eight thirty, so I grab my phone and call Max.

  “If you are calling me at eight thirty, I’m assuming you struck out,” he says, laughing.

  “I’m calling to check on Dylan,” I say. “Is he okay?”

  “Yeah, he and Michael are like two peas in a pod. We haven’t heard from them since they came in except when they were starving.” He laughs. “Wait, your sister is pulling my …”

  “Why are you calling us?” she hisses. “You don’t take a girl out on a date and then use the phone. That’s rude.”

  “We’re home,” I say, and she moans.

  “Oh my God, Justin. Do I need to have the whole you need to wine and dine conversation with you?”

  “You can please spare me the dating dos and don’ts. You got married at twenty-one.” I laugh and grab a bottle of water. “Can I please talk to Dylan?”

  “We’re coming to church,” she says. “Everyone is going to meet at your house at ten, and we can go together.”

  “Um …” I say. I’m not sure what to say or how Caroline is going to react. “Okay.”

  “Dylan!” I hear Allison yell. “Phone.”

  “Hey.” He comes to the phone.

  “Hey, buddy,” I say, smiling and suddenly missing him. “Everything okay?” I ask, and he goes on and on about all the games he’s played, and how they did stick handling and scoring on Evan twice. “Okay, if you want to come home tonight, all you have to do is call.”

  “See you tomorrow,” he says and hangs up. I pick up my jacket and walk back to the bedroom, and she turns her head when I walk in and then stretches.

  “I’m hungry,” she says, and I laugh. “Are you going to feed me?” She looks at me up and down. “Why are you dressed?”

  “What do you want to eat?” I ask and walk to the bed and sit beside her. “I can get naked if you like.”

  “Yes.” She cranes her head to me, and I kiss her. “But first food.” I laugh and get out of bed, warming up some of the leftovers from yesterday, and she walks into the kitchen wearing my dress shirt. Only one button fastened. We eat side by side on the stool, and when we finish, she gets up to clean.

  One thing leads to another, and by the time we are done, I’m fucking her on my counter. Every single time I think it won’t get better, it does. She blows my mind. She asks for what she wants and takes it also. When we finally fall asleep, it’s with her draped all over me, and in the morning, I wake with my cock buried in her mouth.

  “What time is everyone coming over?” she asks, sitting on the stool wearing a robe.

  I look over at the clock. “In about ten minutes,” I say, and she freaks out.

  “We had sex ten minutes ago,” she reminds me, and she really doesn’t have to since I’m still half hard. “They are going to know.”

  “How?” I laugh, and she shakes her head and goes into the bedroom.

  “It’s a glow,” she says over her shoulder, grabbing a pair of panties and getting dressed in front of me. I grab a pair of blue shorts and a white polo shirt.

  She pulls the long dress over her head, and I look at her. How can one girl make a cotton dress look so sexy? It has short sleeves with white and black lines across her chest. Going tight until her waist and then flowing down with the black lines going downward. She slips on the brown sandals. I walk to her and take her in my arms. “No.” She pushes me away. “I already have the glow.”

  I laugh when I hear Dylan. “Mom, Justin, I’m home.”

  He comes in and hugs first Caroline and then me. “Go get changed,” I say, and I walk out of the room and see that my whole family is coming into the apartment. “Hey.”

  “Hi,” my mother says, coming to me. “I hope it’s okay that we come to church with you guys.”

  “Yeah,” I say and feel Caroline beside me. “Did you guys make plans for after church?”

  “Yes,” my father says, coming and smiling at us. “We have a caterer already setting up at our rental.”

  “Perfect,” I say, and it takes a full twenty minutes to get everyone in the car, and when we arrive, I look over at Caroline. “Do you think the church is ready for us?”

  “There is no one ready for you guys,” she says, smiling and getting out of the car. Opening the back door, she waits for Dylan to get out. I stand by my car with my hand around Caroline and one on Dylan’s shoulder. The trucks come and I swear if you count it might even get to fifty.

  Caroline looks down, and I feel her stiffen beside me. “What’s the matter?”

  She looks around. “This isn’t the best area.” She blinks now, and what started as a great morning is quickly turning downhill.

  “My family doesn’t care about that,” I say and lean down to kiss her.

  “Let’s go,” Matthew says to Karrie, holding her hand and then the kids walk in front of them. Max and Allison are right behind them with Alex holding her father’s hand. Zara and Zoe walk together with Viktor, and Evan’s right behind them holding the kids. Vivienne is chatting with Mark and laughing.

  My parents walk with us toward the church. The minute I take a step on the sidewalk, I hear Dylan’s name being called, and my neck suddenly burns.

  “Dylan!” Andrew yells his name from the side of the church and waves his hand in the air, and I stop in my tracks because Caroline starts to shake beside me.

  “Oh my God,” Caroline whispers. Andrew walks over to us, and you can tell he’s high as fuck. His jeans are hanging on his hips and have brown stains down the front of them. His once white shirt is two sizes too big, and looks yellow. His hair is stringy and so dirty it’s matted to his head. His eyes are so dilated they look almost black. His nails have dirt in them, and the sores on his arms are very apparent.

  “Dylan,” he calls him, but Dylan doesn’t move from beside me. Everyone around us stops walking, and you can hear a pin drop. “What the fuck, Caroline?” he shouts when he gets close enough. “Are you trying to keep my son from me?” he hisses when he stands in front of her, and I notice that he’s wearing two different shoes, and one is three sizes bigger than the other.

  I move myself in front of Caroline when I feel that he’s getting too close to her for my liking, and I suddenly feel Matthew at my side. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he spews to me. “Trying to keep me from my kid?”

  “Caroline,” I say, my eyes never leaving his. “Go inside.”

  I look to the side at her and see she has tears streaming down her cheeks, and my mother is now by her side along with Karrie. Allison, Zoe, Zara, and Vivienne are trying to usher the kids away from this scene.

  “Andrew,” Caroline finally says, shaking her head. “Not here.”

  “Fuck you!” he shouts at her. “Fuck you and your perfect little attitude!” My blood is boiling, my hands shaking with anger.

  “Dylan,” Caroline says, “let
’s get into church.” She turns and leads Dylan away, who has his own tears rolling down his chin. He walks with his mother toward the church when Andrew jumps and shouts at them.

  “Don’t you take him away from me.” Andrew tries to get to them, but I step in front of him, and he pushes my shoulder. “Fuck you, man.” His body odor is almost unbearable.

  “She doesn’t want to see you,” I say, and he just leers at me as he watches Caroline walk up the steps to the church. Allison stands beside her, and my mother has her arm around Dylan’s shoulders as she looks back at the scene.

  “Fuck you!” he yells at the top of his lungs, jumping up and down and punching the air. “You ruined my fucking life!” he yells louder, not caring that he’s making a scene and everyone is watching him. “Get your fucking ass back here, you fucking bitch.” He jumps up and down again, trying to get to them, but we aren’t letting him anywhere near them.

  “Enough!” I yell, and my father grabs one of my arms to pull me back as I advance on him.

  “Fuck you, man!” He looks at me and stands straight. “I’ll fucking kill you, man, and you won’t even know what is happening.” He smirks at me and pretends to come at me, then turns back and yells right before Caroline steps foot in the church. “Get back here, you fucking bitch! You ruined my life!” he spews, this time spitting everywhere. Caroline and Dylan just look at him. “You and that fucking piece of shit kid you forced me to have.”

  Everything happens so fast that I don’t even realize it’s happening. But my hand just flies up out of reflex, gripping him by his neck and stopping him from speaking or breathing. He sputters, and his hands go to his throat on top of mine as I squeeze without even thinking twice.

  Matthew pounces, yelling my name. “Justin!”

  “Justin!” Caroline yells from the top of the stairs. Allison holds her hand to stop her from running to me.

  At the same time, my father grabs me. “Justin, let him go,” he says in my ear, and Max and Viktor are beside us.