by Harlow Stone
He doesn't move it, just leaves it there and moves his mouth up to mine and growls.
‘Again!”
“Jesus! Yes Ry, Ryder, Handsome, whatever just fucking touch me please!”
I wail before his fingers dive into me and quicker than I could say please he leaps down the bed and his mouth is on me where I need it most.
“Gahhhhh!!! Don't stop!”
His mouth attacks me like a man starved and I pull the hair on his head to push him closer, harder.
“Not a fucking chance beautiful”
He growls into my cunt bringing back memories, and wanting to create more yet still focused on this one.
He doesn't stay long when I pull him roughly by the hair and attempt to yank him back up my body.
“I gave you it all handsome; I need you inside me, now.”
I rasp before his mouth settles on mine.
It’s a duel of tongues. I can feel him start to slow down the pace we have going. I’m completely content with the pace. It’s been a year, and dammit I need him now.
Ryder’s mouth slowly pulls away from mine and I open my eyes.
“Want you bare babe.”
He must sense my hesitation when my body locks still because he quickly reassures me.
“Haven't had bare since my twenties babe, and only a few times. I’m clean and if you’re prepared then I’d rather not have anything between us.”
His tone is gentle, and I know he's not lying. Ryder Callaghan is not a man to go out and knock up random women, or even close ones, just for the fuck of it. He’s also not a man who would put himself at risk of contracting a disease.
He's too calculated for that. I move my hand to the back of his neck.
“I can’t get pregnant Ryder, but I can catch diseases. Oddly enough I know that's not something you would gamble with, so if you’re okay with me handsome, I’m okay with you.”
I thought he’d dive right in but he wants to talk more.
“Can’t get pregnant, or you’re on the pill babe. Not asking ‘because I don't trust you. I’m asking because I’d like to know what we’re protected with right now.”
He has every right to ask that question and it makes me respect him more, considering the amount of men in my life who have tried to have me without protection, and without asking me if I had any either.
“Tubes were tied a long time ago Ryder.”
Is all I say. It’s the truth, and I don't need to explain any more than that.
His mouth lowers to mine and this time it’s just passion. Slow, loving passion. His hand continues its work between my legs and it’s not long before he informs me of what I already know.
“So wet babe. I need to be inside you.”
His words wash over me and I don't give him time to contemplate taking longer before I grab hold of the wonderful part of him between his legs, and aim it towards my center. He takes the hint and removes his hand from between my legs before taking over and pushing my hand out of the way.
“You ready beautiful”
He asks while looking directly into my eyes.
I do nothing but nod and bring my legs up around his back. He reaches underneath my back and holds onto my shoulder while his other hand moves to grasp my hip, before slowly pushing inside.
We both moan at the same time as he enters me, and I won’t lie, it’s a tight fit.
“Ahhh, Jesus babe you’re tight.”
He says through clenched teeth.
I know it’s tight.
“It’s been over a year.”
I softly say with my arms around his back. His eyes shoot to mine before his lips claim my own.
He growls into my mouth before taking my tightening thighs as invitation and he starts pushing a little deeper.
“Jesus Elle, over a year? I can feel it babe, I don’t want to stop. Hang on beautiful, and if it’s too much you let me know.”
This is the last thing he says before he slowly but steadily begins to push the rest of the way in. I wrap my legs tighter around his body in preparation for the fucking of my life.
I don't get that.
He moves his arm down and under my hips and cradles my face with the other before pulling out and pushing back in.
“Gonna savor you as best I can right now beautiful, I don’t know how much I can hold back, because your too fuckin' tight but I promise I will never come before you do.”
He seals his mouth to my nipple and I wonder if there ever was such a man that waited until his woman came before he did.
He’ll prove me correct.
No part of my body is left untouched.
His body is like a well-oiled machine, relentless slow but steady thrusts, hell bent on making me come and I know it won’t take long with the steady pace he has going.
“I’m close Ry.”
I whisper. I can’t do much else, he has me there and soon I know I won’t be able to speak at all.
“Give it to me beautiful, give me everything you have.”
He says before his mouth crashes down against mine, and his thumb working its way between us to play with my clit.
All it takes is a few small circles around my numb, combined with a few more deep thrusts, and he brings it home.
“Don’t stop Ryder! Don’t stop! I’m coming!!!”
I wail as Ryder continues his relentless rhythm of driving into my core, like he too hasn’t felt the warmth of another human being for a long time.
He doesn't slow down, he doesn't lose any stamina. He is literally driving his shaft home while keeping his eyes glued to my face, studying me to make sure I am enjoying this as much as he is.
“Look at me Elle!”
He growls as my head rolls back on the pillow. I do my best to connect my eyes with his, but it’s incredibly hard to keep them open when I’m shaking from head to toe. My orgasm’s still going, and once my greens finally connect with his black’s, he finally let’s go.
“Arggghhh fuck babe!”
His voice vibrates through my body before I feel his release inside of me. Our chests are heaving and sweat coats our bodies but it does not deter either of us to let go yet. He rests his forehead on my own before he speaks.
“When you come babe you keep your eyes on mine, every goddamn time. You get me babe? I need that.”
I nod my head, speech difficult.
“Get you Ry.”
Rigor has set in and my body stays locked onto his, not willing to let go.
It was beautiful.
It left me breathless.
I’m home.
* * *
Strong arms come around me and roll me onto side. His warmth surrounds me and we still remain joined as one, body, soul, and a little of my mind.
I’d love so badly to remain in this moment completely and utterly with him but the thing about the mind, especially mine, is it never, or rarely shuts off.
“Stop thinking babe.”
His hand wraps around the side of my face and tips it up to face his. My head rests on his arm and the warmth of his breath rushes across my face as he continues to speak.
“Shut that shit down Elle. You just felt me, now look at me.”
His deep dark eyes look into mine and the sincerity in them is enough to steal the breathe from my lungs. This man is like none other, the compassion is rolling off of him in waves.
His fingers move into my hair and he settles his lips to mine. It’s not open mouthed, it’s not forceful.
It’s just a promise.
“I’m going to be honest beautiful, you’ll always get honest from me. I can’t remember the last time I blew so hard or had sex feel so good. That’s the truth babe, and if that's what this is going to feel like from here on out I never want to feel it with anyone else, ever again.”
He takes my mouth more forcefully this time and I don't hold back. I know that what we just shared was mind blowing.
I was there, I felt it too.
I won’t for one se
cond think that it was lack of sex for so long, or the first thing other than a vibrator to touch me in over a year.
That connection that we share played a major part in what was the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. I went all in, as did he.
And it paid off, BIG time.
His lips move against mine as he speaks.
“Sleep Elle. Don’t think, just sleep.” he softly says.
I press my lips to his once more before settling my head under his chin. His lips touch my forehead and his arm tightens around my shoulders as he rests the other on my hip.
We’re still joined. That’s the last thing I think before I fall into a deep and blissful sleep.
Chapter Twenty-five
“Do you know how many times I watched you Jayne? How many times I made sure that you made it back to your apartment on campus okay? That nobody tried to harm you? I watched you, and took care of you, and you’ve done nothing to say thank you! You’ve been nothing but a selfish fucking bitch!”
His hand reaches out and hits the side of my face with the impact of a sledgehammer.
I would like to say it doesn’t hurt anymore, mostly once the numb took over I could handle anything he gave me.
Perhaps it’s the loss of blood, sleep, and lack of food. Maybe all three combined. Either way I’m exhausted. I don’t know how long I have been holding on but I don't know how much more I can take.
I guess it has been at least three days now. I could be wrong; maybe it’s been one long, drawn out day. But judging by the few times he has slept hunched over in a chair while I lie against the cold concrete wall, I assume it’s been a few days.
I won’t ask him.
I have too much pride for that.
And at the end of the day, what does it fucking matter.
One day or three?
I’m down here, tied up. In nothing but my underwear and silently thanking the universe that I have not been raped. It wouldn’t make me a lesser person, and I wouldn't think less of myself if that had happened or does happen to me. I’m just not sure if I am strong enough to survive something like that.
I remind myself even through my injuries that this body of mine is a machine. Much like a car, or the strongest animal in the jungle, it has the ability to both rejuvenate and heal, or have parts replaced to be fixed.
Whether at the end of my hell here I need bondo to fix my dents or coma induced sleep to heal my wounds, I can survive.
It’s a body, it can be fixed.
My soul is what I need to hang onto.
He told me his name today.
Andrew.
Who is Andrew? I still don’t know. The reference to campus and the University I went to still rings no bells.
Think Jayne, THINK!
I hear the door open, its steel hinges squeaking the only sign since I can barely see out of my swollen eyes. I hear Andrew’s footsteps and murmured voices. I have yet to see anyone else in here and I don't ask.
What’s the point?
“Open your eyes you dirty bitch. You want to avoid me, maybe now you will learn to pay attention.”
Thump!
I crack open my right eye, least swollen than the other and stare down at the floor. Not because I want to, but because my neck and back are so fucking stiff I can barely lift my head.
“Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A heaving sob leaves my body as I stare at the lifeless body sprawled across the floor.
“That’s WHAT YOU GET JAYNE! THIS IS WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR NOT PAYING ATTENTION!”
He hauls his foot back and slams it into the back of the body on the floor.
The body doesn’t move, no grunt, no whimper.
Nothing.
He’s gone.
“W-wh-why? I-I ddddooon’t unnddeerstand?”
I shake my head, why why why??????
What the fuck did I do to deserve this? What did he do to deserve this?
Nothing!
“Love is a sacred thing Jayne. I loved you, and you threw it away. You threw it so fucking far that I had to do this, I had to do everything! Now you’ll know. Now, you’ll learn! Your just as fucking selfish as that bitch you warned me off in school.”
He leaves the body and comes to stand directly in front of me. Evil eyes focused on mine, chest heaving, and hands fisted at his side.
His face is inches from my own before he gives the final blow.
“He cared too much about you. Nobody should care about you. So he deserved to die.”
I look down at Cory’s lifeless body, the father of my child. The man that literally gave one hundred and ten percent of his love to his child without once expecting anything in return. He didn’t need to be told he was a good Dad, he knew it. So did our little girl.
He knew we were not compatible, but we both held a deep amount of respect for one another and gave our best as separated parents. We focused on what was important, who was most important.
Lilly.
My sweet little Lilly who is no longer with us, but has now gained a parent in heaven.
That’s where Cory would go, he’s a good man.
Was a good man.
Fuck!
I swing my head forward as fast and hard as my body will let me and slam my forehead into his.
Fuck Him!
Andrew stumbles back and trips over Cory’s lifeless body before falling onto his ass.
I gather every last bit of strength I have left in me.
For Mom
For Dad
For Lilly
For Cory.
I wrap my fingers around the frayed rope and pull my legs up as far as I can. The gashes on my back re-open and I can feel the sting of the wounds, as well as the fresh blood that begins to pour down my back.
I don’t care, this is it.
I’m fucking done.
Andrew jumps to his feet, holding his right hip that took most of the impact from the fall. I don't give him a chance to get close. I’m done letting him near me.
If I die, so be it.
I don't fucking care.
This is it.
This is the end.
I use my arms to lift the majority of my weight while swinging my right leg out in front of me when he gets close. He quickly moves his hips back thinking that I am going to kick him between the legs.
Wrong move for you asshole, perfect move for me.
Moving his hips back moved his head forward. I continue with my right leg and swing it up onto his right shoulder while my left foot hits him in the back of the left shoulder to force him closer to me.
He’s taller, and at this point it works to my advantage.
He turns his body away from the hit of my foot which gives me enough room to bring my leg completely around his neck and swing it back towards me.
He’s not expecting my maneuver and before I know it the tall man has my weight suspended which has loosened up the slack on the ropes.
I reach my arms above my head to grab onto the beam while simultaneously pushing my left knee into his back which tightens the hold my right leg has around his neck.
“You fucking biiiittccccccccchh”
Andrew manages to choke out of his rotten mouth, while I continue to hopefully crush his windpipe with my legs.
His filthy hands grasp my legs and his fingernails dig into my thighs. Not long enough to do serious damage but enough to make scratches that will take a few weeks to heal.
I want to let up on the pressure enough to move my leg higher, more towards his jaw. If I could do that then I could push my knee hard and quick into his back and pull hard right with my other enough to snap his neck.
I can sense what that would feel like, the quick pop, and right now in this moment I would kill to hear that sound.
Pun intended.
Pop!
It would be music to my ears. The following silence.
But I’m afraid to let up, I’m so fucking weak and the new blood rushing down
my back isn’t slowing. It’s a steady and constant reminder that I may not have a lot of time before I pass out again.