Shattered Beliefs

by Maggie Jane Schuler

  Another small win tallied. Something ignited inside of me in equal parts of intrigue and hedonism when I listened to Edward’s British accent. One thing I knew for certain, my charm always earned me another mile when only an inch had been given. And now, my mind began working under pressure for ways to open Edward one more inch to allow me back into his house for no other reason than I needed my hands all over him. The moment he allowed my hand to roam over his family jewels, he became my goal.

  “You don't need to pull into the driveway. Drop me. It’s better this way—” His snippiness only baited my inner charm more.

  “How about we go inside, grab a bowl of ice cream, and talk this through. I was wrong to ask you to be someone you’re not.” I moved my hand off his junk and parked Sadey in his driveway, shutting down her engine.

  He sighed, “You’re the most aggravating person I know.”

  Without responding, I pulled the door handle and exited. Edward didn’t move. I walked over to his side and opened his door, reaching for his hand. I’d done this plenty of times with other dates. Nothing unnatural about helping another person out of the car. It left me uneasy with how this worked, and would Edward find the gesture endearing or condescending? My hope resided in the former as he reached for my hand, and we made our way to his front door.

  He slipped the key into the lock, turned, and placed his free hand on my chest. “Thanks, Milo, but would you mind if we say goodnight now? I’m tired.” His eyes glistened from the light of the moon, revealing his genuine desire. He wanted more, but the fear lurking behind the facade showed me what I needed to know.

  I stepped into his personal space and whispered, “Your body tells me to stay. Do you want me to leave?”

  His pupils dilated as he swallowed hard, “No, but...”

  I pushed up against him, the front door—still closed. “Let me in. I promise I’ll make things right.”

  He held his breath a beat too long. “You’ll crush me.”

  “I’ll take care of you.”

  “My heart is not a toy.”

  “Neither is mine.”

  He removed his hand from my chest and unlocked the front door.

  Unlike this morning, where I approached Edward with a softness necessary for him to overcome the monster he turned me into after I punched the cabinet door. My rational thoughts left me, and I unplugged from myself. I became the lion on the hunt to prove my place by taking over his mind, body, and soul.

  Edward hit me square between the eyes when he called me out on being jealous of Logan and Seth. No doubt they drove me into his arms far faster than I anticipated. Who knows, it may not have become a thing—except it did, and we’d spent far too much time dancing around whether this might happen or not.

  He waltzed his way into the living room and threw his keys in a bowl on the counter. It dawned on me, Edward thought by me following, he held the power in this moment. He was wrong.

  Taking the upper hand, I stripped my leather jacket and T-shirt off before he turned, leaving a stream of my clothing behind me. Without hesitation, my fingers drifted down my bare chest and found the top button of the cleanest pair of jeans I owned. A quick snap of the button between hungry fingers, and they popped open before he stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

  “Milo! What do you think—”

  “Stop, Edward. Take off your shirt and jeans. Now.” I rubbed my hand across my abs as he hesitated.

  Taunting him, I grabbed my cock as it begged me to unzip and let it free. I wanted him to set me loose with the touch of his fingers, tugging the zipper down, and popping my length out to meet his greedy, willing tongue.

  His complete submission served as a stamped physical and mental seal of approval to claim what I wanted to be mine. I refused to take anything he wasn’t willing to give. My father flashed before my eyes, a reminder of what I didn’t want to become—an abuser. Deep down, if he moved forward with what I asked, willingly, then we had the chance to explore why I, or we, experienced this amazing flow of electricity and excitement between us.

  The tension thickened, and so did my dick, waiting for his decision. I brushed my fingers along my well-defined V and watched him melt into my demand. He crossed his arms, gripping the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head and in two steps, losing his jeans, and kneeling before me in only his assless underwear.

  His hands found my thighs and traveled north in a slow, methodical path. The closer he moved upward, the harder it became to wait. The anticipation of hitting the back of his throat while my fingers gripped his hair in a tight fist as I plunged in and out almost made me blow my load before the chance presented itself. With his eyes focused on my crotch, he swept his hands up my abs and circled my nipples.

  “Set me free.” A command he followed without hesitating. Thank God, I wasn’t going to last long. Never in my life had someone’s touch made me feel so alive and electrified.

  His fingers grazed my balls and fondled them perfectly as his free hand pumped me a few times from base to tip before his tongue lapped up the pre-cum glistening from the head of my throbbing cock. Each swirl of his tongue and teasing suck ended with a slight pop that only increased my desire. Edward brought me to a new level of ecstasy I wasn’t sure I’d survive.

  I couldn’t wait another second and ran my fingers through his hair, grabbed a fistful, and rammed my cock as far down his throat as I could shove it. He gagged, and the tightness of his hands squeezing my ass sent a premature spurt of hot cum onto his greedy taste buds.

  “Mmm,” rumbled from his cock filled throat, vibrating against my tip. With my jeans around my knees, I let go of his hair while he continued.

  His arse needed a good screwing, and I didn’t want to finish in his mouth. His body would be feeling me long after I finished and begging for more of my huge cock.

  “Stand up.” He nodded, and with a pop, he released the suction of his lips and stopped swirling his tongue around my wanting tip.

  “I’ve never sucked a cut cock before.” He wiped his chin with his index finger and sucked on it with a seductive glance. “I’ve never been fucked by one either.”

  “You’re about to find out why you’ll be begging me for more.” I grabbed his shoulders, forced him to turn around, gripped the back of his neck, and bent him over the couch.

  His baby blues watered a bit as he peered over his shoulder. “No bareback, Milo.”

  Fumbling in my back pocket, I pulled out the magnum square foil packet, tore it with my teeth, and watched his hungry grin turn away.

  “Milo, put the damn thing on and fuck me.”

  “But, I only have—”

  “I like it rough.” His cocked eyebrow told me he wasn’t joking.

  “I want to feel you stretch my hole.”

  With a lubed condom secured, I plowed into his willing rosebud outlined like a target from his assless Jockey’s.

  “Grab your cock.” I wanted to feel him jerking his cock beneath me as I worshipped his tight hole. He complied, and I thrust harder and faster with each stroke of his meat.

  Edward cried out each time I hit that perfect spot. It pumped my ego, knowing he enjoyed what I provided. “Ah, shit, yeah, right there…” He panted like a bitch in heat. “Yes, Milo. Oh, God, yes, that feels so fucking good.” He took a deep breath, savoring that fine line of pleasure and pain. “Pound my man cunt.”

  I gritted my teeth as his tight hole clamped around my long, fat dick. Should his ass feel this good? “You like that, don’t you?” I growled; It wasn’t a question. Then, my fingers gripped his hair and pulled him back. “Dirty slut?”

  With a nod of his head, he offered no further answer; his entire body too wrapped up in the moment to engage verbally.

  I didn’t care for a response anyway. Taking absolute pleasure from my massive cock stretching him wide open, I knew it overrode all prior experiences. Scarlett allowed me the pleasure of anal many times, but what Edward offered willingly, with his entire soul, and no hesita
nce to judge, had me pistoning in and out as my own pleasure soared higher with each rhythmic thrust.

  “Please don’t stop.” He offered a low moan. “Screw me harder,” he howled, finding his voice and issuing his needy command.

  I kept a tight grip of his hair and, with my other hand, slapped his ass, while I continued to pummel him. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  “Please—” He gasped as I slammed my full length into him. “I want it.”

  “Tell me what you want?”

  “Your cock.” His breathing almost a series of gasps; his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

  “Fuck me harder. Please, I’m begging you.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want to be my bitch?”

  “Yes…”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “Your ass feels so good.” I thrust harder into him, now balls deep. Never in my wildest dreams had I envisioned a moment such as this—Edward submitting to me sexually.

  I looked down, transfixed by the sight of my cock buried deep in his ass, and had to hold myself back—now dangerously close to shooting.

  “My arse is yours,” he groaned, his declaration almost sending me over the edge. The reality of knowing Edward submitted to nobody outside of the bedroom, but right now, he gave himself to me without reservation.

  A near satisfied grin settled on my lips. “Good boy!” I wasn’t entirely done with him yet.

  Suddenly, he pushed back against me, regaining an element of control. I allowed him his victory; after all, it served me well. Seconds later, his frenzy for my cock tipped the scales, sending me over the edge. Tearing the condom off, I splashed my load across his ass cheeks.

  His back arched as he finished himself off, and then in one final thrust, he collapsed over the arm of the couch and laid his head down, spent. I stood behind him, dick in hand, and him out of breath. Our chests both heaved as we gasped for any sign of oxygen left in the atmosphere. Somewhere, deep down, I knew the universe shifted because I wasn’t ready to leave, and this wasn’t the last time tonight I’d have my way with him. Before I finished, he’d understand there was nobody better suited for him than me.

  “Come,” I whispered. “Let’s clean up.” I held out a hand, and Edward walked us to his shower. I followed him, allowing me to wash him where I’d marked him. It wouldn’t be the last time I made sure his body knew who it belonged to, and he’d be coming back for more.

  With each stroke of my cock, I also fought my demons. I pushed away the thoughts of how this situation needed to remain quiet for a while longer. At least until I figured how to handle my father. The last thing I wanted was Clay Wilcox and his cronies tearing Edward apart. But for now, tonight, I made him mine.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Edward

  For weeks, I had fantasised about that moment, but it felt staged, a rite of passage Milo pushed himself through simply to get it out of the way.

  Had he planned it right down to the finer details? The suspicious side of me said yes, the fact he magically pulled a condom from his jeans pocket confirmed it.

  All these things passed through my mind as jets of hot water pummelled my skin.

  I’d never experienced a touch quite as sensual as Milo’s—his hands gently washing me, caressing my body, bringing me to life. To my shame, I had been too lost in the moment to return the favour and, only after he stepped out of the cubicle, did I wish I had thought of it sooner. I had no idea if he would still be here when I finished, or if he would scarper, embarrassed about our time together. But to my surprise, he lay back on my bed, a look in his eye I couldn’t fathom.

  Why was he still here?

  I adjusted my towel, suddenly shy of exposing my body. I wasn’t sure of Milo’s motives or intentions, so wandering about in the nude seemed too much too soon. “I thought you would have gone home by now.”

  He sat up suddenly. I had thrown him completely with the question. “Want me to go?” With the mere hint of a smile and a tilt of his head, he adjusted the towel fastened around his waist, I caught a quick peek at his family jewels before he re-adjusted again.

  I smirked, knowing I caught him red-handed—Milo used sex as a weapon because that was all he had to offer. A shield he hid behind, but I was determined to scratch away and discover what made him tick. But for now, I played along, let him see my motives toward him were pure, and maybe then, the man behind the mask would reveal himself. I returned the smile as he lifted his leg, aware his most prized asset was on show, but alluring as he was, I kept my mouth shut and observed the master at work.

  “No, not at all, I wasn’t sure if…”

  “If I’d shot my load and ran for the hills.”

  “Well, yes, if you want the truth.”

  “No regrets. I told you earlier I wasn’t playing with a toy, Edward.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No,” he replied. “It might surprise you, but I enjoy your company.” He pushed himself up, resting on his elbows.

  “You have never given any indication of your feelings before now.”

  “I’ve never done anything such as this before.” He rubbed his scruffy chin. “I don’t usually do feelings, or lay my heart on the line, but it felt right, with you anyway.”

  “With me?”

  “For fuck’s sake, Edward. I’m clearly not into dudes. But there’s something different going on I can’t explain.”

  He was being honest, but I latched onto what he was saying and spun it, using his words against him. My silly, irrational fears crawled out of the woodwork. I stood guarded, unwilling to swallow every morsel he offered me. “Are you using me as some sort of experiment?” I knew I opened the floodgates, but if he was confused, how did he think I felt?

  “I’ll admit, I’m guilty of screwing girls for my twisted reasons. I don’t mind taking what I need and tapping them on the ass as they head out into the herd when I’m done, but it’s not like that with you.”

  “Why is it so different with me, Milo?”

  “I’ve no fucking idea. I wish I knew.” He sat up straight with his hands flat on his thighs. “I can’t get you outta my head.”

  “Maybe taking that step wasn’t the wisest of decisions for either of us?”

  “I wanted it, and so did you, so let’s not pretend otherwise.” Touché, Milo.

  “There is no pretence, on my part at least.” While we were dealing in home truths, I would give him mine, warts and all. “I have never wanted any man as much as I have you.”

  “Why me particularly?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “Surely you see my confusion then?” He cocked an eyebrow. I couldn’t disagree. “This is new territory for me, and while being with guys isn’t new for you, maybe I’m not the type you’re used to.”

  “What are you trying to say?”

  “You go for what you want, it’s part of who and what you are.”

  “And?”

  “You’re used to hook ups without complication.”

  “You make it sound as though I fuck anything that moves.”

  “No, I never said that. You assumed because you’re not willing to listen.”

  I crossed my arms behaving as a spoiled child. “I’m listening.”

  “Do you know how much courage it took me to come back here tonight?” There was no mistaking his emotions this time.

  “You still did it.” I wouldn’t admit it right then, but his whole storming back in and sweeping me off my feet act left an indelible impression. For a moment I had stepped into one of those steamy romance movies. The leading man knew what he wanted and took it.

  “Because I wanted to, so that should tell you what you need to know about me.” He was frustrated with me. I got it because I felt that way, too. “I’m Milo Garcia and can have any girl at the click of my fingers—”

  “Oh, here we go.” He had been doing so well until that
point. “The ego has landed.” Interrupting was rude, but manners didn’t seem to matter right now.

  “Let me finish before you jump to conclusions,” he snapped back.

  “Fine.” Challenge was new to me. It felt fresh, real, grown-up somehow, because there wasn’t one guy in my life, apart from my father, who would stand up to me and put me firmly in place when warranted. There was an expectation people should kowtow to me, even if it wasn’t what I wanted.

  I thought back to Jago, the guy who pounded away my virginity and how he stood wary of me, and that was after he had buried his cock deep in my arse.

  To my disadvantage, reputation preceded me, but I lived in a whole new world; one of my own choosing. It was crystal clear—a royal title wouldn’t impress Milo nor would he cave unless it suited him.

  “This isn’t about my ego, Edward, but about choices, and if you’d climb down from your high horse for a minute, you’d see I chose you.”

  His words hit me like a thunderbolt. “You chose me?”

  “Even though I don’t fully understand what we are, yes, I did.”

  I felt warm and tingly. This side of Milo was a revelation, and far preferable to his usual guarded self. But I wouldn’t kick all my defences down, yet. There were rules to be put in place, and not simply to safeguard my feelings, but his, too. “So, where next?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Where do we go from here? What are we?” I knew I was coming on strong, but fucking intensified an already awkward situation. I cared for him but wasn’t ready or willing to step into another man’s closet.

  “Do things have to change right away?”

  As I suspected. “I’m not asking for your hand in marriage, Milo, but some reassurance this isn’t you wanting your cake and eating it.” I should reign myself in because danger swarmed around those who lay all their cards on the table too soon.

  “You know, you look kinda sexy when you’re mad.” He bit his bottom lip. That look was enough to disarm most. But not me, not this time. I wondered if this was how he behaved when taken to task by the many girls in his life?