by Stella Noir
“I can’t take it anymore,” he admits. “I have to have you right now, okay baby? I’m going to come inside you…”
I arch my back under his body, my lower back rising from the bed in a perfect shape as he grabs my buttocks so tight it hurts, but the pleasure is better.
And then he keeps going, each thrust deeper than the one before, until I’m gasping for air.
“No more,” he groans in my hair, too wrapped up in the pumping motion to keep kissing me. “Need to come right now.”
“Yes,” I gasp softly, feeling the tip of his cock so deep inside just the thought of it is driving me crazy. “Do it right now, oh God, Matt, fill me up…”
With a final groan, he does as he’s told and pumps his seed inside me until we’re both gasping for air. Just as I feel him pumping the liquid inside me, my orgasm overtakes me in a second, driving me crazy and making me scream out loud, saying his name over and over again.
I let the waves roll over my body, twitching as I let the ecstasy take over.
This is the one moment in life where I let someone else take control.
The one moment I let myself go loose, go crazy…
Lose myself in my body and his, entwined together like we’ve always been one.
He pulls out of me with a satisfied groan and I shiver as his seed runs down my leg.
But I’m not finished yet.
I crawl over to where he’s lying on the bed, exhausted, and smile devilishly at him.
“I’m not done yet,” I admit and he looks at me, the surprise evident in his eyes. But then the curiosity is joined by excitement and my eyes twinkle as I come even closer, until my hands are on either side of his hips.
“What a mess,” I say worriedly, leaning in closer to his crotch as he watches me, already panting with anticipation.
“I’ll just have to clean this up, won’t I?” I say in my best seductive voice, and it somehow doesn’t feel strange. I feel like a new person, a girl…
No.
A woman.
One who is brave enough to be tied, to be fucked, to take care of her man.
So I lean down and I gently take him in my mouth again, tasting him on my tongue as he begs for more, his moans too much to handle.
I let my hand venture down until it’s between my legs and he opens his eyes, seeing what I’m doing.
“Yes,” he begs. “Touch yourself while you do that… Good girl.”
I do what he asks, my mouth gently teasing his cock while the other plays with the secret place between my legs, bringing us both so much pleasure it’s almost breaking me.
At one point I have to stop, whimpering from the sensation between my legs, but Matt pushes my head back gently.
“Did I say you could stop?” he says hoarsely, and I feel the wetness between my legs, droplets of it running down my leg as my fingers do all the work.
Between licks, I can only whimper, and I think Matt realizes I’ll come soon as he grabs my ass and pulls it to himself, replacing my fingers with his, fucking me fast and mercilessly.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” he groans and I move backwards to make him go even deeper and reach that spot that needs touching so badly.
And just when I think I’m about to burst, his cock gives me exactly what I want - another dose of milky, salty come which I lap up.
“There you go,” he says, catching his breath, plunging his fingers even deeper until I spasm and cry out, another orgasm washing over me, so intense I think I’m going to black out.
Suddenly I feel so worn out I can’t even move, and as the waves of pleasure rock my body, I collapse on the bed, moaning softly.
Matthew laughs and moves so he’s next to me, gathering me up in his arms protectively. He holds me until I calm down, until my body becomes still, glistening with sweat and the juices of our bodies.
“Thank you,” he says softly, kissing me passionately and I return it with the same fervor.
“Thank you,” I reply shyly, too embarrassed to admit he gave me exactly what I wanted.
He gathers me closer, pulling me in until my head is resting on his shoulder.
“Remember this, baby,” he murmurs against my hair. “I can fuck you as rough as you want, but in the end, I’ll always take care of you, because that’s what matters most to me…”
Those sweet words ringing out in my head, I fall into the most peaceful slumber of my life.
Chapter 9
The next day is one of the strangest in my life. I’m just not used to having this much time to myself, and all day long, I walk around the house, not sure what I should be doing.
I watch TV; flip through magazines, read a book on my Kindle. I make lunch, burn everything and toss the lot into the trash, laughing at myself.
It feels strangely liberating yet constricting at the same time. I know I’m not supposed to go outside if I don’t look picture perfect for fear of being photographed, and since I really don’t feel like checking every inch of my body for imperfections, I decide to stay inside.
When six o’clock comes around and I hear a key in the lock of the front door, Matt’s arrival is a pleasant surprise after hours of not doing anything.
I greet him by running into his arms and he whirls me around, kissing me softly, laughing against my mouth.
“Someone’s excited,” he comments, yet he’s grinning, and I know he’s just as excited to see me. I kiss him right on the lips.
We proceed to make dinner together, Matt demonstrating much better culinary abilities than I did. We sit down to grilled chicken and vegetables, washing it down with a bottle of wine.
And, we end up in our luxurious bed, and I let Matt make love to me, take me in the best way possible, crying his name when I come.
And I don’t think of Dylan once …
*
The days start passing, just like they did when I had a job. Sometimes I spend the whole day cooped up, others I wander out in the garden. I even venture out of the house on occasion, going shopping or running errands around time.
I see Dylan from time to time, and it seems like he kept his promise – he’s stayed close. I don’t know why, or what he’s hoping to gain, but one day, his presence doesn’t strike me as menacing anymore. It’s kind of comforting to have him around, like a reminder of my past.
But I’ve most definitely moved on.
We even strike up a conversation from time to time. I have a distinct feeling that he’s following me around, trying to keep me safe. I want to tell him there’s no need for that – I have Matthew now, and he would never let anyone hurt me. Yet I don’t, because Dylan’s presence is strangely welcome …
I’m home alone again and I’ve had about three cups of coffee, so my restlessness really isn’t being kept at bay. I walk around the house, unsure of what to do with myself.
It is times like this that I wish I wasn’t all by myself.
I have no friends, just acquaintances. Matt warned me ages ago that because of my new position, people would try their best to use me, milk me for all I have. Yet I do not let them, because if they wanted to use me, first I’d have to let them in, allow them to come closer.
And I’m famous for keeping myself shut away from others. Matt is the only one with the key.
But apparently someone else wants in, because right now, someone is ringing the doorbell incessantly.
I rush out of the kitchen, feeling slightly flushed and embarrassed about the fact I’m still in my silk teddy and a robe. Catching my breath, I open the front door to greet my unexpected guest.
The door rattles as I unlock it, and, I manage to get it open, closing the robe in front of me to obscure vision of my naked skin.
“Wow,” Dylan says and I look straight up into those too-familiar eyes. “Way to get me excited before I even come in,” he says jokingly and I roll my eyes out of habit. My expression is soon replaced by worry as I look around worriedly to check if anyone saw him coming here.
Thank
fully, there’s no one in sight, so I pull him inside and he stumbles in.
“Would you watch it!” he snaps, and I move backwards, my hands raised in front of me protectively. It is only when I look at his expression that I realize how much I’ve hurt him. There’s no need to protect myself – this is Dylan, for God’s sake. He wouldn’t dream of hurting me …
“How on Earth do you know my address?” I try to add a joking tone to my voice, because it’s kind of nice that he’s here. I realize with a pang it’s quite rude of me not to spend time with him. He is my oldest friend.
“How could I not know,” he says with a grin. “Everyone knows where the young Matthew lives.”
This time I groan, because Matthew’s name really does mean something in this town. His family built the company that has employed most of the town for decades, and now it’s time for him to take the throne.
“Why are you here?” I ask softly, crossing my arms in front of me, and his own expression becomes guarded at the same time.
“It’s stupid,” he groans, looking away from me, but I want to know now.
“Come on, tell me,” I beg, an excited smile coloring my face. It is then that I notice a huge gift-wrapped box in his arms. I yelp excitedly, coming closer, when the box moves. I move away, a confused expression on my face. “Dylan?” I ask worriedly.
The grin is back on his face now and he clumsily pushes the gift in my hands. It’s already coming undone, and what’s more important, it’s moving. Carefully, I unwrap the enormous pink bow on it, and , a little puppy jumps out into my arms.
The box clatters to the floor and I stare at the dog, completely dumbfounded.
“What,” I say intelligently; because apparently it’s the only word I can think of at the moment. Dylan laughs at me and comes closer, giving the puppy a noogie.
“She’s a mix from the pound,” he explains. “I thought you might like some company.” He looks worried for a second. “You don’t have any other animals, do you?”
I shake my head wordlessly, staring into the eyes of the puppy. One is brown, while the other is icy blue. She’s some kind of mix between a German shepherd and a brown Labrador, I’d say. And she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Thank you,” I say stupidly, looking up at Dylan and still feeling a little shell-shocked. “This is … so sweet, Dylan.”
“Don’t mention it,” he grins at me.
The puppy jumps out of my arms and I shriek, but Dylan just laughs as it starts sniffing our hall. I collapse in giggles myself, and before I can stop myself, I’ve invited Dylan to stay for coffee, and I’m searching for a toy for the puppy.
*
We’re sitting at the kitchen counter. I’m laughing and making a snack, and we’ve polished off the better part of a bottle of wine. It’s getting a little dark outside, which I only notice when a key turns in the front door.
Worriedly, I place down the salad I’ve been preparing and rush to meet Matt in the hallway. He envelops me in a bear hug like he always does, but when he sees my expression, his becomes mirrored.
“Something wrong?” he wonders out loud.
“I have company,” I say softly, pointing towards the kitchen.
“Oh?” Matt raises his eyebrows, and looks happy for a moment. “Some quality girl time?” he teases.
“I wouldn’t say so,” Dylan laughs, walking into the hallway, and Matthew’s face darkens a shade. It becomes irritated when the puppy comes running at him, attacking his leg, trying to climb up.
“What is that?” he asks disgustedly, and I scoop up the puppy in my arms protectively.
“Dylan brought her,” I say defiantly. “He thought I could use some company and I think I agree. Isn’t she precious?” I hold her up for Matt to examine but he just gives the dog a confused look.
“What breed is she?” he asks Dylan, his eyebrows raised when the puppy sneezes. He takes a tentative step back, as if a mere sneeze from the puppy could kill him on the spot.
“Not sure,” Dylan smiles. “She’s a mix from the pound.”
“Pound?” Matthew looks absolutely terrified, and I can barely hold back laughter, especially after my gaze connects with Dylan and we have to stifle back giggles.
Matt can be such a snob sometimes.
“Anyway,” I say quickly, trying to dissipate the tension. “I was just making dinner. You don’t mind if Dylan stays, do you dear?”
The men have a staring contest and I’m sure one of them will break, but Dylan’s smirk tells me he’s in it for the long haul. Finally, Matt smiles politely.
“Of course,” he says cordially, pulling me closer to him, making sure not to touch the dog. “The more the merrier, right?”
The puppy barks excitedly.
*
Surprisingly, dinner is not nearly as disastrous as I feared it might be. We have a slightly too acidic salad with spinach and roast chicken, which is a little undercooked, but no one seems to mind. The conversation is helping and so is the wine – and I’m willing to bet the amount of drinks we’re having helps with the evening going so well.
At one point, I look around the table at the two men I love. Here is Dylan, my love from childhood, and a man who used to be my best friend. And here’s Matthew, the love of my life, the man I will marry in a few weeks’ time.
I smile at myself and Matt and Dylan tease me, but I just shake my head mysteriously, refusing to tell them why I’m so happy. When the puppy jumps into my lap, I can’t help but widen my smile.
Finally, it’s time to say goodnight, and the three of us make our way to the front door.
“Tonight was lovely,” Dylan says cordially and once again, I have to stifle a laugh – I’m not used to him being this formal.
“I enjoyed it,” Matt admits, sounding a little surprised, but buzzed and happy nonetheless.
“As did I,” I seal the deal, and the puppy barks as if she wants to add an opinion of her own. We all laugh out loud, even Matt, who has even petted her a little, albeit after three glasses of wine, which apparently convinced him she’s not just a bag of fleas.
“Well, I’ll be off then,” Dylan says with a small smile, and an incredibly awkward moment follows where I’m not sure if I should shake his hand of peck him. In the end, I settle for an awkward hug and Dylan grins in my ear, making my skin erupt in goose bumps.
“Coward,” he whispers in my ear.
Blushing, I move back, and Dylan and Matt clap each other on the back, saying their own goodbyes. Soon, we’re waving Dylan off and shutting the front door.
“That really was fun!” I say happily, the buzz from the alcohol only serving to make my mood even better.
Matthew doesn’t say a word, but I don’t notice at first, because the puppy runs into the hall, excitedly jumping up my legs. I laugh and pick her up, standing in front of my fiancé.
“Isn’t she just adorable?” I ask, snuggling the little dog, but all I get in response is a grunt. Matt leaves the room and I follow, feeling confused. I had thought we’d had a great time together, and now it feels like something is amiss.
“Something wrong?” I ask cautiously, but Matt still refuses to look at me.
“Just guess I find it weird that you’re hanging out with a friend who’s not that close,” he says, his tone dark, looking over his shoulder and straight into my eyes. “One that you’ve never mentioned before, no less.”
I can feel my cheeks reddening and I look down at the floor, feeling embarrassed. “I … I didn’t think of him much these past few years,” I lie, even though there’s some truth in my words. I’ve been fighting my feelings for Dylan for years, and I’ve been trying to deny his presence in my life long after we lost touch.
“He just wanted to bring me the puppy.” I try to placate my husband-to-be by bringing the dog closer and smiling when she looks up at him thoughtfully. How someone could not fall in love with those mismatched eyes in a split second is a wonder.
But Matt just looks a
t her disgustedly, like she’s a piece of trash brought in from the street. “And that’s another thing,” he says angrily. “You don’t just gift a dog to someone. It’s completely impolite. He should have checked with us first.”
I know he’s right, but the happiness I feel from spending mere hours with the fur ball more than makes up for the impromptu gift. I settle the dog in the crook of my arm and try to make my final amends with Matthew.
“What should we call her?” I ask with a smile.
He looks at me, and then at the dog, then he busies himself with pouring more alcohol. Scotch this time around.
“Maybe you should call her Garbage,” he says matter-of-factly. “After all, that’s what she is, right?”
I can only stare at him in disbelief as he carries his brimming glass into the living room.
Chapter 10
7 years ago
A few days later, I’ve been invited to the Rawlings’s for lunch. Dylan and I have been grabbing meals together, and I feel like our family members are feeling a little annoyed at the fact we aren’t spending much time with them.
So today, his parents invited along everyone, including my parents, to dine with them. I’m so excited, and even though I’ve known Mr. and Mrs. Rawlings for years, I find myself putting on my best formal coral colored dress, perfectly respectable ballet flats with bows, along with a pearl necklace. I decide against a cardigan, because it’s scorching hot outside, even though it would make the ensemble complete.
My parents and I walk the short distance to Dylan’s place and are greeted by my boyfriend. He envelops me in a hug and I inhale his loveable scent while my parents clear their throats meaningfully. Laughing, we make our way inside.
After playing with the family’s two golden retrievers, we end up in the salon where Mr. Rawlings pours my parents a glass of whiskey. They start chatting and I excuse myself to go into my favorite place in their house – the library, to scour the bookshelves.
I’ve always loved doing this – the Banes have one of the best collections of books I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve ever noticed any of them even holding back a book … But they always say I can borrow any volume I want, and I’ve done that several times already