“Precious. You. Rock my fucking world.”
I kiss her again and scoop her up into my arms. I lay her down on my bed, and scoot so I’m lying beside her. Now it’s my turn to drive her insane. I go to push myself up on the bed, but she places her hand on my chest and pushes me back down.
“Uh oh.” She shakes her pretty head, and then she straddles me, her thighs either side of my hips, her pussy poised over the tip of my dick. She leans forward and presses her boobs against my chest. I can feel her stiff nipples.
“I kind of like driving you crazy, Trey.” She dips her head and sucks on my neck. “And I want to fuck you.”
Holy mother of crap! I draw in a deep breath as blood floods to my dick.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” My voice sounds scratchy, husky.
Her hand grasps the base of my dick and she lowers herself onto me. I make a hissing noise through my teeth. Her hands move to my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. My dick is now buried in her pussy, and she begins to grind her hips against me. I have a great view of her boobs. They bounce with every thrust. I reach around and cup her ass, pulling her into me. Her face is flushed, and her lips are parted. She’s panting. Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders. They’re going to leave marks and fuck, what an awesome reminder that will be. Her eyes are closed and I can tell she’s close. She likes taking control sometimes. Just the thought of that almost tips me over the edge. I need to see her come.
“Precious. Fuck me till I’m raw. Use me. Use my dick to get yourself off.”
Her thrusts get harder and faster, and I feel her body begin to shake. I push my head back into the pillow. I want to close my eyes. And then again, I don’t. I want to see her orgasm, and I can’t hold off my own too much longer.
“Come with me, Precious. Come with me now.”
Her nails dig deeper into my skin, she throws her head back, and a long moan escapes her lips. Her body shudders with her climax, and I release mine into her. She collapses onto my chest. Her skin is hot, and slick with sweat.
I hear a crunch, and my mattress hits the floor as my damn bed finally gives out. The bed base has collapsed and we’ve fallen through, surrounded by the broken wood. I’m glad it held out until we’d finished. I gaze up at Pia. She looks shocked.
“So, Precious,” I grin at her. “Did the earth move for you too?” I bust up laughing at my own joke, and soon I’m snorting and laughing so hard I can barely breathe. Pia is laughing too, but her face is buried in my neck and she’s not making as much noise as I am.
“Trey, be quiet, you’ll disturb your mum.”
I stuff my fist into my mouth. My body shakes with silent laughter. Man, what an awesome night. When I finally stop laughing I scoop Pia up and stand her on her feet.
“How are we going to fix it?” she asks.
I shrug. “I’ll worry about that tomorrow. We can sleep on the sofa tonight.”
I pull on my sweatpants and hand Pia one of my t-shirts. She puts it on, and dammit, my dick gets hard again.
“I need to find my panties,” she says.
My eyes rake over her. “My t-shirt covers you. No one will notice.” I slip my arms around her waist and tug her close. “No one but me, that is.”
Her cheeks turn red. She’s so cute. I gather up my pillow and duvet, and take them through to the lounge. I lie down on the sofa, and pull Pia down so that she’s lying on top of me. I make sure she’s covered with the duvet, then I wrap her in my arms. She rests her head in the crook of my neck, and I stroke my fingers through her hair. Holding her in my arms feels so right. I don’t want tomorrow to come. I don’t want her to leave. I can’t think about that now. I feel Pia’s body relax against mine. She starts to snore, softly. I kiss the top of her head.
“Sweet dreams, Precious.”
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Trey
I’ve been awake for the past couple of hours. My muscles are stiff, but I don’t want to move in case I wake Pia. I glance at the clock, it’s 8:00 AM. Their train to London leaves in two hours. Two short, fucking hours.
“What happened? Did you wet the bed?” Fay is leaning against the lounge door frame, a smirk on her face. I raise an eyebrow and grin at her.
“No. We had awesome, mind blowing sex, and my bed couldn’t take the strain. It collapsed.”
I get a moment of sweet satisfaction when her mouth falls open and she’s left speechless, for once. Pia’s eyes flutter open, she covers her mouth, and yawns. Her hair is messed up and she looks amazing. She sits up, and I instantly miss her warm body against mine. She frowns.
“We have to leave soon.”
I so don’t want to think about that.
I get to my feet, raise my arms above my head and stretch my stiff muscles. I can’t keep the smile off my face when I catch Pia looking at me. I’m not bulky, but I know I’m in good shape. I work out a lot, it keeps the boredom at bay.
“Are you guys hungry? Do you want some eggs and bacon?”
“I’d love some, and some coffee,” Fays says.
We’re on the platform, waiting for their train. The sky is cloudy and grey, suits my mood. Five minutes. I’ve got five more minutes with her, then she’s gone. I wrap my arms around her, and crush her against me. I will myself not to cry. I don’t want to look like a pussy.
“I’ll miss you, but we’ll stay in touch,” she says.
I cup her cheeks in my palms and rest my forehead against hers.
“Don’t go. Can’t you just stay? For a few more days.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and I instantly regret my words. She has a life, her studies. It’s wrong to lay a guilt trip on her.
“Trey, I wish-”
I place my finger over her lips “I know you can’t, Pee Aitch. Just wishful thinking.” I force my lips to smile as I hear their train pull in. I give her one last hug before pressing my lips to hers. “Text me to let me know you got home safely. I’ll call you tonight.”
I give Fay a hug and then watch them get on the train. I stand there, and watch the train pull out of the station, taking my heart and happiness with it. I stand there until I can’t see the train anymore. I get back to my car and fire off a text to Pia.
I miss you already xxx.
When I get back to the house, Mum is getting into our neighbour’s car. They’re probably going to the local cafe for tea and cakes. They do this together once every couple of weeks. It’s the only time Mum goes out anywhere. It means I have a couple of hours to myself, but I’m not in the mood to do anything. I feed Bisley, fix myself a coffee, and spread out on the sofa. Bisley comes in and jumps onto my legs. I stroke him behind the ears, and look around at the lounge. It needs cleaning. I didn’t want to waste time doing housework while Pia was here, I wanted to make the most of the short time I had with her. Well, I guess I have something to do now.
I get out the vacuum cleaner and run it over the carpet. I then dust, clean the kitchen counters, and mop the kitchen floor. When I’m done I glance at the clock, it will be at least another two hours until Pia gets home. I guess I could take a nap on the sofa. I suck on my bottom lip. I really should attempt to fix my bed, or I’ll end up sleeping on the mattress on the floor tonight.
I move the piles of books that are on my floor, into the spare room, so I have some space to work. I hoist my mattress off the floor and lean it against my closet door. The base of my bed is, or rather was, wooden slats. Most of them have just slipped out of their slots, but a few of them have snapped in two. I guess the wood must have been rotting. We were passionate, but not THAT passionate. I can’t help smiling as I pick up the broken pieces of wood. I think I’ll keep them as a memento. I fix the unbroken slats back in place, and try to spread them out evenly. I put my mattress back on the base, then I lie on it to test it out. I lie on my back, then I turn onto my left side, then my right. It feels wrong, the gaps between the slats are too wide, and my mattress is sagging in the middle. I sigh. Nothing else for it, I’ll
have to use Jo’s old bed base.
I lift the mattress off his bed, and begin to drag the base towards the door. I look at the width of the doorway, then at the bed base. I’ll have to tip it on its side, and try to get it through the door at an angle. I shake my head. This is stupid. It’ll be easier to move my mattress and the rest of my stuff in here. I need more space anyway. I fetch my mattress, and put it on his base, then drag his mattress through to my old room. I lay it on my old bed base. It’ll be useful if anyone stays over. I’m not going to bother trying to move my closet, I’ll use his. I go back to my room, gather up my clothes and put them in his closet. I move my bedside table, lamp, guitars, and amp into his room. I stop and take a break. I glance out of the window. It’ll be nice to have a view of the garden, instead of a high wooden fence. Okay, back to work. I’m busy unplugging the leads from my computer when I hear the sound of the front door closing.
“Did you have a nice time, Mum?” I wait a few minutes but she doesn’t reply. Frowning, I go out into the hallway. Mum is standing in the doorway of the spare room. Her body is shaking, and she looks pale. “Mum?” I place my hand on her shoulder and she jumps, like she didn’t know I was standing right beside her. She looks up at me, her eyes are wide. Fuck. She’s upset about the room. “Mum, I promise not to make a mess in here. My bed broke, and it was just easier to move my stuff in here. My room is too small for my stuff.”
She walks into the room, slowly shaking her head. “Jowan’s room. This is Jowan’s room,” she says. Her voice sounds shaky. I walk towards her, and hold my arms out to give her a hug. She backs away. “Stay away from me. Don’t touch me.”
I head back to my old room. I’ll give her some space. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Hopefully she’ll get used to the idea. I lift my keyboard off my desk and am deciding where to put it when I hear a loud crash. Shit. Has she hurt herself? I drop my keyboard onto the mattress and run out into the hall. I almost trip over my guitar. My broken guitar, which is now lying on the hallway carpet. I stop dead, and gaze down at it, not quite believing what I’m seeing. The neck has been snapped away from the body. I bend down to pick up the pieces. There’s no way I’ll be able to fix this. It’s ruined. It’ll never sound the same again.
Mum stands over me. I can hear her breathing heavily through her nose.
“You can get the rest of your things out of his room, before I throw them out as well.”
I cradle my guitar in my arms and stare up at her. “You threw my guitar? How could you?”
“This is Jowan’s room. I don’t want your things in here,” she says, through clenched teeth.
I look down at my broken guitar. I rub my eyes, my vision is blurry. “Dad bought me this guitar. It was the only thing I had that be bought me.” My voice sounds croaky.
“He doesn’t love us. He isn’t here,” she says.
I can hear that she’s crying, but right now, I don’t think I can bring myself to comfort her. I wasn’t hurting anyone. I just wanted a bigger room that no one else was using. I run my fingers over the lacquered veneer of my guitar. At least I still have my electric guitar. When I look up, Mum has gone, though I didn’t notice her leave. I carry my guitar into my new room, and close the door. I place the pieces on the floor and throw myself onto my bed. I’m so drained, I just want to sleep. I reach for my ipod and shove the ear buds into my ears. I find ‘Nocturne’, which I downloaded this morning. I close my eyes, and let the lyrics wash over me. I’m so ready to meet Pia in my dreams. It can’t come soon enough.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Trey
It’s been three weeks since Mum has spoken to me. I don’t think she’s ever going to forgive me for moving into Jo’s room. I’ve been close to moving back into my old room several times, but I like this room. I like being able to move around without tripping over things on the floor. Anyway, I don’t have the energy to move all my stuff again. I can’t be bothered to do much of anything since Pia left. Not that there is anything to do, apart from housework, and taking care of Mum. I take a swig from my can of beer, and log onto skype. I can’t help grinning when I see that Pia is already online. I’m excited to talk to her, and find out how she’s getting on at uni.
“Hey, Trey. What’s it like down there? Is it getting cold yet? I miss being by the sea.”
I’m already feeling better just hearing her voice, but I’ll feel even better if I can see her. I look down at my junk. “It’s hot and hard down here, Precious.”
I can hear her huff out a breath. “Ever the charmer, aren’t you, Trey.”
I lean back in my seat. “So, do you miss me, or just the sea?”
Her face appears on my screen. Her hair is pinned up on top of her head, it looks windswept and messy, and I want to run my fingers through it.
“Of course I miss you.”
She puts her face closer to her cam, and blows me a kiss. God, I love her lips. I blow a kiss back to her. If I were doing this with anyone else I’d feel corny. Fay’s face appears on my screen. She puts two fingers in her mouth, and makes a gagging noise.
“Haven’t you got anything better to do than eavesdrop on our conversation?” I say.
“It’s a small room; I can’t help but hear you. Besides, I’m bored with studying.” She sits down next to Pia, and smirks at me. “You look rough, Loverboy. You could do with a shave.”
I give her the one finger salute, and then rub my hand across my chin. It feels bristly. I guess I should have thought to shave, but I didn’t bother because I hate shaving, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
Pia rolls her eyes. “Ignore her, Trey. She’s just winding you up. I like it, you look sexy.”
Bisley chooses that moment to leap up onto my desk and take a stroll across my keyboard.
“Hi Bisley,” Pia says. Bisley ignores her.
“So, are you having fun at uni?” I ask.
Pia wrinkles her nose. She looks cute. “It’s harder than I expected. They give us a lot of work.”
I watch Fay take a swig from a bottle of water.
“Our lecturers are good though,” Pia says.
Bisley head butts my chin. I lift him off the desk and put him onto my lap. “I thought you’d be out partying every night.”
“One of our dorm mates is having a birthday party tomorrow,” Fay says.
Pia scowls. “I hope it doesn’t go on all night and keep me awake.”
Fay throws her arm around Pia’s shoulder. “Lighten up, it’ll be fun. James is going to play his drums. We can join in and jam together.”
I frown. “Who’s James?”
Fay bounces around in her seat, even through the computer screen I can see her eyes are sparkling. “He’s in our class. He’s an awesome drummer, and he’s hot.” She fans herself with her hand. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to your conversation.”
Fay stands up and walks away, out of my view.
Pia rests her chin on her hands, and smiles at me. “So what’s been going on with you?”
“I moved rooms. So next time you come to stay, you won’t have to climb over my books.” Sheesh, what an exciting life I lead.
Pia leans closer to the screen. “That’s great. Is your mum okay with that?” She grins. “And did you fix your bed?”
I smile as I remember the awesome night we had together. God, I miss her. “Mum will come around.” I hope. “The bed was beyond repair.”
We spend the next couple of hours talking. She tells me all about Sheffield, and I use google earth to look up where she’s staying. When she begins to yawn, I reluctantly let her go for the night. I feed Bisley, and then curl up in my bed. I listen to Nocturne, and imagine that Pia is snuggled up next to me.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Trey
I smile as I watch Mum through the kitchen window. It took some persuading to get her to go sit in the garden, but she looks peaceful, and I’m glad she’s getting some fresh air. It’s still warm outside, although it’s starting to
get dark. I tip some pasta into a pan of boiling water. I’m opening the cupboard to get a can of tomatoes, when my dad strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place. Well, I guess he does own it, but he doesn’t live here anymore, he could at least have the courtesy to knock. I take a deep breath. I have to control my temper; Mum will be pleased to see him. He must have come straight from work because he’s wearing his grey suit. He leans against the door frame, his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Where’s your mum?”
No, ‘Hi Trey, how are you?’ Not that I expected it, but it would’ve been nice. I empty the can of tomatoes into a saucepan. “She’s sitting in the garden.” I can feel his glare boring into the side of my head, so I turn to look at him. “What?”
He moves away from the door, and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He takes one out of the pack, and lights it up.
I shred some basil leaves into the tomatoes. “We don’t smoke in the house.”
“You had to go and upset her, didn’t you?” he says, as he blows smoke in my direction.
I drain the pasta. The heat from the water steams up the kitchen window. “How would you know if she’s upset? You never see her.” I tip the drained pasta into the tomatoes. He’s moved closer, and is now standing behind me. I can feel the tension coming from him. The hairs on the back of my neck start to rise. I feel his breath on my ear as he leans towards me.
“I know, because she’s been calling me. Every. Bloody. Day.” He takes another drag of his cigarette, and blows the smoke in my face.
“All I did was move rooms. My room was too cramped, and my bed broke.” I move away from him to get two bowls from the cupboard. “I assume you’re not staying for dinner.”
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