Rewind

by H. M. Montes

  Her eyes slowly opened, “Why did you just do that to me?”

  I took a step towards her causing her to back up until her back was against the door, a smile spread across my face, “Trust me babe I’d do a lot fucking more. I know you want it, I can fucking smell how much you want it. Now run along to your little boyfriend before I do something we’re both going to regret. Again.”

  “You…you regret it?” she stuttered out.

  “Every fucking day.” I told her. She sucked in a gasp of air, before she could slap me I caught her wrist and pinned it above her head against the door. “Every fucking day Sydney, every fucking woman, every fucking time I stroke myself thinking of you I regret it.” I pressed my cock against her stomach and pushed my thigh between her legs. “Don’t you Sydney? Don’t you regret it?” I asked and slid my other hand down her arm, around her wrist and pinned it against the door.

  “Yes.” She said as she pressed her chest against me. “Kiss me please?”

  I slowly lowered my mouth towards hers, her hot breath coming out in pants against my lips. “Why would you want me to do that? Doesn’t he do that enough?”

  Her tongue darted out, licking her lips, “Cade he’s, he’s a friend.”

  “Mmm and how many times have you fucked that friend Sydney? How many times has he had his dick inside you while you pictured me?” our lips were still a breath apart. I let go of her hands, slid my hands down her body to the hem of her dress and lifted it so it was bunched around her waist. “I’m the only one that can make you feel good Sydney. All you have to do is ask, you don’t have to sneak up to my room.” I moved my hands to her bare ass. “Do you want me to make you feel good for a little bit Sydney? Then you can go back to him and pretend you don’t have the same feelings for me that I do for you? Is that why you came up here?” my fingers moved the strap of her thong she wasn’t talking she wasn’t saying anything. “You better tell me to stop Sydney, your pussy is fucking soaked.” I slid a finger inside of her. Her pussy muscles tightened then relaxed. She slid her hands down my chest and lightly ran them along the top of my boxers where my cock was sticking out the top. With her other hand she pushed my boxers down exposing my cock, her hand gripped my throbbing thickness and she pumped it slowly rubbing her thumb across the tip spreading the sticky pre-cum around the head. I pushed a second finger inside her slick channel, her head fell against the door and her mouth opened so I leaned forward and thrust my tongue inside of her mouth.

  Sydney broke the kiss, panting, lips swollen and wet, “Please Cade, I need you.” With those five words any self-control I had snapped. I bent down and licked her neck, her body trembled the lower I moved my mouth to the swell of her breasts. With the jerk of my hands I ripped her thong and let it drift to the floor beside her feet. On my knees I knelt in front of her and kissed her thigh, then the other. I grabbed one ankle and draped it over my shoulder before I leaned in and flicked her swollen throbbing clit. Her hips jerked forward wanting more, needing more, needing the release that only I could give her body.

  “Look at you Sydney…” I said but felt her body tense.

  “Don’t.Say.That.” she said through gritted teeth. I leaned back on my haunches and tilted my head looking up at her. “He…he said that too.”

  “Who?”

  “Ronnie.”

  I took a deep breath and nodded my head, “Rewind?”

  “Huh?” she asked with a confused look. I removed her leg from my shoulder, and stood in front of her.

  “You say rewind and I’ll stop.” I grabbed her hands and walked backwards towards the bed. “Okay?”

  She nodded her head then pushed her dress down her body until it pooled around her high heel clad feet. Then she peeked up at me through her thick black lashes. “Okay.”

  I laid down on the bed and tugged her down so she was straddling my hips, “You’re fucking perfect.” I cupped her breasts in my hands, she leaned forward and kissed me. Demanding more, rocking her hips against my cock. Her mouth moved away as she kissed down my jaw, neck, throat, and to my chest. She looked up at me then flicked one of my nipples rings with her tongue and lightly tugged it with her teeth. My hips pumped up causing a smile to spread across her face, and then she started kissing a line down my chest, licking and kissing my abs. Her hand wrapped around my shaft she licked around the tip of the head, a curtain of hair blocking the view of her perfect lips as she sucked me into her mouth. The very second I gathered her hair in my hands she pulled my cock out of her mouth and whispered, “Rewind.” It took a couple of second before it registered what she was saying so I gently let go of her hair and brushed it over one of her shoulders.

  Sydney released my cock and leaned back on her knees, “I’m sorry.” She looked into my eyes, “I…it’s just certain things you say or do make me have flash backs.”

  I sat up on the bed and brushed a hand across her cheek then cupped the back of her neck, “We don’t have to do this. You’ve had sex with what’s his face though.”

  Sydney interrupted me, “I pictured him being you.”

  I grinned, “Why?”

  I pulled her against me then rolled so I was hovering over the top of her, she ran her hands across my chest then linked her fingers behind my neck, “Because you make me feel things nobody else can. You make me feel safe and loved. You’re gentle but hard in only a way you know how to do.”

  “Then why didn’t you just come to me instead?”

  “Hey, I tried! But you were, kind of—busy when I came to talk to you.” She was talking about the night that she had found Belle and me in the garage. “I hated you, or tried to after that. I didn’t want to move on but I had to try.”

  I leaned down and kissed her soft lips, “You don’t have to try again, I’m right here now. Sydney I’m not going to play games anymore, you either want to be with me or you don’t. There’s no in between and you know it. I know you feel the same way I do.”

  “Tell me.” She whispered.

  My throat tightened, “I love you.”

  A grin spread across her face, “You think so huh? We don’t know each other well enough…”

  I silenced her with a hard demanding kiss, maybe she wasn’t ready to say it yet but I knew that she did. Her cell phone ringing didn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around my hips. I pulled away and stared into her eyes as I slowly pressed my cock into her narrow hot channel. She gasped and closed her eyes, “Open your eyes.” I softly said to her. When she opened them I smiled at her, “When you’re with me you’re going to watch me, watch me make love to your beautiful body.” Her cell phone rang again. I looked at her purse that was over by the door, “Should you answer that?” I pushed my hips forward until I was as deep inside of her as her body would let me go. Sydney shook her head no and brought her hands to my face pulling me down to her. When my cell phone rang from the night table I pulled away, my dick still surrounded by her tightness I decided to ignore my phone. I pulled out of her and thrust back inside of her, “Jesus.” I moaned and rotated my hips. Our eyes were locked on to each other’s as I slowly pulled out of her, her pussy muscles contracting and her channel flooding with her come. Then her cell phone started ringing again and so did mine. I reached over to the night stand and grabbed my phone, “What?” I barked into and pushed inside of her again.

  “Is Sydney with you?” Bryan yelled.

  “Umm.” My brain scrambled when Sydney smiled at me and squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles.

  “Is she fucking with you or not? Because there’s a massive mother fucking problem and she’s not answering her phone!” He was still yelling and more frantic.

  “Fuck, yes she’s with me. We’re upstairs.” I was ready to hang up on him.

  “Get off of her, you and her need to get to the gym fucking ASAP.”

  I knew Sydney could hear him, she started pushing at my chest, “What the hell is going on?” I asked and started to pull my clothes on.

  “It’s on fire, like it’s
a mother fucking inferno. She didn’t answer her phone so the security company called Theresa and Ryan.”

  Sydney was frantically rummaging through her purse for her phone and looking for her clothes. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt that I had left there and tossed them to her. She pulled them on while holding her cell phone to her ear and talking.

  “Where the hell did you put my keys?” I asked Bryan.

  “You sobered up enough?” he asked.

  “Where the fuck are they?”

  “Under the bar in a napkin holder. Hurry up, but be careful.”

  Sydney was now in tears as she talked into her phone then hung up. “It’s…oh my god.” She sobbed and rummaged through her purse until she pulled out a pair of flip flops and quickly put them on her feet.

  “You have flip flops in there?”

  “CADE, shut the hell up and get me to the gym!”

  We rushed downstairs; I ran over to the bar and pulled every napkin holder out throwing it to the floor when I didn’t find my keys in it. Finally the last one had them and I ran out the door to find her waiting on the back of my motorcycle.

  It all started when I was in the fifth grade. Our class was out at recess playing a game of flag football, girls against the boys.

  There stood Penny Clark, her hands cupping her nose, “Ronnie it’s just a game of FLAG football!” she cried. I had punched Penny when she yanked my flag off of my hip and did a victory dance in front of me while waving my flag in my face.

  I put the flag back on my hip after she dropped to the ground and the flag landed at my feet, “It’s a boys sport you got what you deserved.” I told her. My class mates were standing around me in a circle as a teacher ran across the playground. When she seen Penny she started yelling at me and sent me to the principal’s office. I sat there and listened to the short, fat man preach about how I shouldn’t hit other people “Especially a girl.” I wanted to laugh and tell him my step dad did it to my mom all the time. I wanted to tell him that he hit me time after time when I didn’t do something perfect to the T the way he wanted it done.

  Mom showed up so the principal told me to wait in the hallway so he could speak to her in private. I knew she wouldn’t tell him why I was such an angry kid, instead she would lie and tell him she didn’t know why I did what I did and that she would have a talk with me about it.

  I got a week of out of school suspension since this was the third time I had hit a person, Penny was the first girl. On the drive home mom was quiet in thought as she drove. When we pulled in the driveway she unbuckled her seat belt, “Your dad is going to be very mad, you know he doesn’t like when you draw more attention to this family.”

  She was right, he was livid. He beat the hell out of my small fifth grade body then started on mom. With a week out of school he left no part of my body un bruised.

  Mom didn’t help matters any when she came into my room later that night after my step dad had left to go to the bar. She sat down on my bed and pulled me into her side, “Honey I know you see it at home but you don’t understand why he does it to me. I deserve it, he does it to teach me the right way to love him.” What she said made no sense to me. Mom left my room with a soft click of the door behind her.

  ~~~~

  My junior year of high school I was dating the co-captain of the dance team, Chenay Miller. She was a senior, long beautiful blond hair, nice tits, and a rockin’ hot body. I lost my virginity to her in the bed of my truck the summer before school started. She liked hard, rough, skin biting, nail digging sex. Chenay was everything in my eyes, until I walked into the locker room to change into my football gear and found her straddling the bench riding the senior defensive end’s cock. They didn’t hear me come in, I watched as her tits bounced up and down, her head was throw back, his hands were on her hips. “Come in me.” She said as she ground down on his cock, her hands squeezing his chest. His grunts filled the locker room, he pushed and pulled her hips faster and faster until they were both crying out their release. His release…inside of her. “Best sex ever, it always is with you.” She smiled down at him and kissed him. I fucking lost it, I charged across the room. She glanced up, sat up straight his cock still inside of her.

  “You fucking whore.” I screamed as my fist connected with her face, sending her flailing and crying to the floor. I looked down at Jeremy, “How long have you been fucking her?” I yelled.

  He looked down at her then back up at me, sat up from the bench grabbed his gym shorts. “All fucking year.” He told me.

  I looked down at Cheney, “You’ve…you’ve been cheating on me?” I yelled. My entire body was vibrating with anger. Cheney stood from the floor and gathered her clothes, blood trickled from her bottom lip.

  “You…you fucking hit me.” She stuttered out as she put her clothes on. “To answer your question, yes I’ve been cheating on you. Where the hell do you think I go when I leave your place after we have boring sex? Jeremy makes love to me, you…you just fuck. Terribly at that.” I swung to hit her again but the anger had boiled in me so much I blacked out.

  I came too with my coach and some of the team standing around me. The coach yelled at the players to get out of the locker room, so they all scurried out.

  “You’ve got some explaining to do boy. She hasn’t called the cops but she said she is going to.”

  I sat up and rubbed my hands down my face, images of her riding Jeremy flashed in my memory, “I walked in here and found my girlfriend fucking him. I fucking snapped.” I told coach.

  He sat down beside me, “I think you need to talk to somebody about your anger son, I know this isn’t the first fight you’ve been involved in. If she calls the cops you’ll be lucky if the judge doesn’t send you to juvi-hall. You’re a good guy get some fucking help.” He stood and started to walk out. “You’re running suicides and tires for practice. I’ll work that anger out of you one way or the other. Don’t fuck up this year and your senior year, you’re a great player you could easily get a college scholarship.” Then he left the locker room.

  The rest of the year I never dated. I hooked up with random girls on the weekends but never dated them.

  My senior year I met a girl at a party after a game one night. We had been sneaking glances at each other most of the night. I knew she didn’t go to our school and that she wasn’t from the same town as me. Finally as people were leaving the party I decided it was time to go talk to her. Her name was Darcel, she was there with some friends that attended the high school an hour away from ours. We danced, she grinded against me, hands roamed bodies, until we finally couldn’t stop the inevitable. We both wanted a quick lay so that’s exactly what we did. She filled the quiet night darkness with screams of pleasure, we rocked the cab of my pickup until neither of us could move. Once we exchanged phone numbers she pulled her clothes back on and left. I didn’t really expect to hear from her again and didn’t plan on calling her, I had made it very clear that I didn’t want a relationship and she was totally on board with being each other’s booty calls.

  I signed with Washington State Hawks that football season, I called Darcel so we could meet up and celebrate. Again, she was totally okay with how things were between us. It was exactly what I needed, I had come to the conclusion that a steady girlfriend was something I didn’t need. As the school year went by Darcel and I would meet on the weekends, our weekends consisted of watching movies, having sex, going out to eat, and having more sex. When she told me she had been accepted into Harvard I was pretty bummed, I liked her I just didn’t want to be with her and now with her leaving to go to college so far away I knew that things were going to have to stop for good between us.

  College at Washington State my freshman year was a breeze, my classes were easy, football was going great, and the amount of hot ass women on campus made finding a lay pretty god damn easy. I still talked to Darcel throughout the year, we would text each other sexual things and even had phone sex a few times
. Sounds lame but watching a woman masturbate on Skype, I’m a man, I had to have a release too! When I started dating a woman that was in one of my business classes, I told Darcel, she was actually very happy and said that the woman was lucky. I believed her, I loved that Darcel could see the good in me. Then again she had never been close enough for me to struggle with my inner demon. I dated Felicia most of my freshman year at WSU, our sophomore year we were still together. Over Thanksgiving break I went home with her and met her family, her parents were in shock when I walked in. Come to find out they didn’t know she had been dating, I caught her mom chewing her out for not focusing on school but Felicia promised her that her grades were still outstanding. Then Over Christmas break I took her home to meet my mom and step dad. Peter, my step dad, was pissed he pulled me to the side and warned me that if I fucked up and had to be bailed out again he was going to whoop my ass and end my football career. We stayed there one night and left the following day.

  When our sophomore year ended she dropped a bomb on me, “I’m pregnant.” I went fucking crazy on her. I wasn’t ready to be a dad, I was too young to be a dad, and sure as hell didn’t want a child while in college. I told her that if she didn’t get an abortion that our relationship was over, she would never get a dime of child support from me and I didn’t want anything to do with the kid when it was born. She sobbed and repeated over and over that she was sorry, but I knew why she had done it, why she had trapped me. Felecia had seen me talking to other women on campus and was jealous. “Please don’t do this Ronnie, I didn’t do it on purpose. I love you, we can make this work.” She said as she put a hand on my shoulder after I turned my back and told her to get the hell out of my house. That one hand on my shoulder sent me over the edge. I spun around and got in her face, tears fell down her cheeks and she held her breath…waiting…waiting for me to explode.

  “If you love me like you say you do, you’ll get an abortion. It’s that fucking simple.” I seethed in her face.