Broken Love

by Lucy Harvey

  “I thought we were going to talk? As friends?” She asked, still as curious as ever.

  After how she acted today if she genuinely believed all we shared was friendship then I would show her exactly what we shared.

  When I checked my phone I had twenty three missed calls, four voicemails and twelve different messages. All from Lily. I quickly scanned through them eagerly rubbing my thumb up and down the screen to uncover the problem but there was no problem to be seen.

  Every single one of Lily’s messages were a portrayal of her needy and possessive character. Any other man would run for the hills but this over display of affection and want made me hard. Rock hard.

  I knew Lily failed to see it herself but she was a strong woman. There was nothing more admirable and beguiling than a woman who holds all the power selflessly giving herself over for your guidance. That was what got to me so much. Because of that I would only crave her more.

  Before I had chance to listen to the voicemails my phone lit up and my ringtone began to play, the tone startled me and the name on my screen left me pale and sick. It was Viktor, I could not answer now. I had endured the devastation of his presence not too long ago, that was all I could take for today.

  Sometimes it feels like they want to remind me of the demons that surround me, whenever I see Lily in a new light, whenever I feel like I can embrace that light I am soon reminded why I cannot.

  That was why I headed to the bar only to return to her and that is the very same reason why I was here now. I try to run but my legs guide me back to her.

  Not only did I need this it was the perfect procrastinating strategy. Instead of replying, my grip around her tiny wrists grew tighter as I finally uncovered her bedroom. Why were there so many fucking doors? Every night since I first fucked her I had pictured her in here pondering over me, pleasuring herself for me, down on all fours waiting to be owned by me.

  I slammed the door behind me and had Lily pressed against it forcing it to close sharply. She was secluded against the wooden slab as my strained arms caged her. There was no escape, I needed in, and I needed her to feel how perfectly I would complete her.

  Complete her? I meant fill her. I’m sure I did.

  “I cannot keep myself from you Lily.” I panted.

  “Then don’t.” She whispered. “I want to be more Roman, I don’t want to sleep with you unless you want that too.”

  Brushing my lips against her soft mouth I gently nipped at her, breathing sordid confessions against her vanilla smelling skin.

  “Do you know what it’s doing to me? Denying myself of you? Do you know how much it’s ruining me?” These confessions were not only an eye opener to her but also a revelation to myself. She was in my head and I had no control.

  “Roman it hasn’t been that long since we slept together.”

  She was clueless. I didn’t mean just physically I meant mentally. She was destroying me.

  Why were they so similar?

  Shoving my strained erection against her smooth stomach I began lacing my fingers through her soft hair caressing her sculpt. I could tell the circling notion as I massaged her made her come loose, forcing her to arch her back and rub her effected breast against my heated chest.

  “I have been dreaming of you every night since that damn party. What I would do to you if I finally let my dirty hands on that soft skin of yours.” Inhaling her sweet scent I whispered ‘Vanilla’ into her ear and tugged on her lobe.

  “I tried to keep away but now I’ve tasted you I want to completely own you. Every. Single. Part.” I confessed.

  Lily was so lost under my touch her body writhed to connect with mine, she wasn’t saying anything, unlike me with my mouth running wild admitting things not even my mind would. She didn’t need to speak I could see how much she wanted me, she needed me like I needed her.

  I pulled back from her needing state to create a distance between us, she needed to be one hundred percent sure before we did this, and there would be no going back now.

  “And the end comes to soon like dreaming of angels.” That song had always been a personal favorite of mine but now it had a special attachment, it was something more, and it was what brought me to her or rather what brought her to me.

  “What? You are not bailing on me?” Lily panicked.

  “I need you to know what you’re about to start, I haven’t got the words to warn you again but know once I start I will never be able to stop. I need to possess every inch of you Lily, I want my touch to erase the memory of anyone before me and for you to know that I own you, every damn inch of you Angel.”

  Her eyes darted from my mouth to my eyes as she tried to gage what I meant. I knew my unexplained riddles were confusing her. As far as Lily was concerned we were fine, she didn’t have a clue about the wars I was mentally fighting about being here. Whether she knew or not at least when this went sour I could use it, I could say I warned her.

  “Dear Angel, let me show you how fun the dark side can be.” I placed my hand in front of her braking the distance between us.

  “Yes Roman.” Fuck, not a single ounce of training and she knew how to respond.

  Tugging an altered shirt over her head Lily jumped into my arms hungrily wrapping her legs around me, eagerly shifting her core to meet my hardened bulge. This would become her signature move, when she leapt into me I became carnal. In one perfect swoop she was led on her bed smothered by me.

  Intoxicated by her smell I was coming undone. I was spouting so much about control and ownership but it was Lilly that was controlling me. My body moved in one with hers exploring every detail; mesmerized by how perfect she felt beneath me. It was terrifying.

  Working my way down her torso I snatched her taught nipple in my mouth, it was erect as my cock. I carried on nipping and tugging as a grin spread across my face, I was so glad she didn’t have a bra on. She was waiting for me.

  Lily surprised me by leaning forward and undoing my jeans with a swift one handed gesture and I was too enhanced by her touch to even let myself register her accuracy was down to experience. For the past weeks, months, even years I couldn’t find a girl that made the blood rush to my cock and now I was about to fuck a girl who had the blood rushing to my chest.

  It was too much.

  “Mmm white panties. Good Angel.” Normally I would like my women in dark devious colors, but she was an angel and she deserved to be wrapped in the most heavenly pure color there was.

  Pulling her panties down with my teeth Lily shifted trying to lose the barrier separating my mouth from her sweet pussy.

  “I hope you’re ready to lose yourself to me Lily.” I coaxed.

  With that she froze making no attempt to touch me, her eyes glazed over as she drifted to a place far away from this moment. Fuck, was it what I said? The look on her face was not lustful nor was it disgusted she looked lost.

  It was in that messed up moment I realized she was like me, she was broken too. Gazing at her fragile body frozen like a deer caught in headlights I watched the rise and fall of her nervous chest. Telepathically she was begging me to pull her out of this whatever it was and I did, I would pull her out of anything to have her close.

  What. Where did that come from?

  Something was lingering in the back of her mind keeping her from me, nothing was going to own her, nothing but me.

  “It’s okay Lily, I got you.” I placed my oversized hand on the side of her face and she tilted her head into my palm as she came back to me.

  “Make it go away Roman, make me forget.” She pleaded.

  “Always.”

  I spread her legs open as wide as they would stretch, she asked for this, when I was done with her she wouldn’t even know her own name let alone whatever demon was attempting to keep her from me.

  I kept my eyes on her long enough to catch the twitch in her glance as she registered what I was doing. I ran my hand up and down each thigh getting a fraction closer to her pink flesh. Her whole demeanor changed and
her shoulders sagged in a relaxed anticipation. I groaned at the shimmer of her arousal and she giggled.

  If I was not already on my knees then that would have brought me to them, that heavenly sound.

  “But Roman you have already played with me, is it not my turn yet?” She teased.

  “No Lily, I need to taste you before I combust.”

  I could not bear being this close and not taking Lily for much longer. Leaning forward she pulled me into her ripping my shirt from my bare back. Mounting me she crashed her lips into mine violating my mouth. I had never had a girl take charge. I could get used to this. Harsh groans escaped my mouth as I tugged on her luscious long hair. The movement quickly escalated from playful tugs to harder until I was pulling so hard her back crashed against the mattress.

  Being the most experienced and controlled participator was the norm for me and sex had become an organized structure both boring and predictable. This was far from that.

  “Aggh Roman.” She yelped like a yappy pup cruising for attention. I could easily shut that noisy mouth.

  The base of my skilled tongue coated her throbbing clit. Lily arched her back bucking her unsteady hips into my mouth. I pinned her to the bed and lapped up every drop of her sweet juice. Taking her clit in the clutches of my teeth I nipped making her scream out. Her giggle put me in a trance but her moaning was a euphoric melody.

  “Oh Lord,” She cried again.

  My fingers sank into her soaked flesh as I brought Lily to the brink of an orgasm. I worked her with my fingers and tongue simultaneously ruining her tight little cunt. The thought of that greedy little thing wrapped around my cock pumping me to my own finish made me reach for my own arousal. If Lily’s body wriggled and writhed any more I’m sure her spine would snap, that fact I held this power over her from one simple movement was ecstasy.

  Lily’s hands were fisting the sheets and she soared into her orgasm, her hands clenched and released, similar to the feeling of her pussy around my fingers.

  I needed in.

  Emotions were clawing at my chest trying to break through. Not even three weeks since I had first laid my eyes on this sultry sweetness but I knew. I needed to own her and in turn she would own every fiber of my being.

  “Can you make love to me now Roman?” Lily pleaded through hitched breathes before freezing as she heard her own words. She knew I did not do that.

  Lily hid under her long lashes and blushed at her plea, just seconds ago she was crying out her orgasm, this was no time to be shy baby. But I didn’t make love. Lily was in my head but she wasn’t in my heart. Not because she didn’t mean anything to me but because I simply did not have one. Love? No dear Angel, this will be much better.

  “No Angel, I am going to do something much better than that.” Something real I thought.

  My sinful and tortured demeanor took control and I flipped lily on to her stomach pulling that plump little booty into the air. She liked it so much last time, this would be for her as much as it was for me.

  Smack.

  My firm hand hit against her cheek and catapulted her towards the head of the bad in reaction, as she rocked back into her first position I slammed my pulsating cock deep inside her.

  Lily roared out from the shock penetration.

  Finally.

  She was so god damn tight milking me like the naughty little bitch I saw in her eyes. My mind derailed as I pounded faster and faster in her greedy cunt. There was no way I was holding back, this was nothing compared to what I could give her, but I didn’t want her to run, I had to ease her in gently.

  My hands pulled down on her shoulders so that she took the full length of my cock, ploughing into her over and over.

  The sound of my skin slapping against hers highlighted the roughness of our joining. My agitated hands were ripping at her hair and pulling her hips back onto me. Lily had one hand merged into the ruffled bedsheets and one teasing her own clit. Mmmm my bad girl.

  Burying her head into the pillows Lily tried to muffle her screams as we both raced to our finish, no baby I want to hear all the evidence of how I complete you.

  “I need to hear how I effect you Angel, let me hear you scream.” I begged.

  My finish was close and I needed her with me. I knew what would push her over the edge, kink would excite her and help her get there.

  Wrapping my hand around the front of her throat I squeezed, not enough to choke her but enough to leave a mark. Enough so that it would spear her on.

  “I want to come in that tight little cunt Lily, I wanna fill you till your pussy explodes, I can’t get there without you Lily, come on my dick baby, come on.” I whispered into her sinking my teeth into her soft flesh and licking away tiny beads of sweat.

  “Oh Roman.” She panted.

  It worked.

  Lily cried out and deflated into the mattress as I emptied every ounce of my finish into her naughty little pussy. She was coming violently as I jerked into her abused entrance reveling in my own release. We both continued to shudder as I released every last drop into her ruining.

  “I love it when you say my name baby, I’m the only one who can get you like that. Did you like how I fucked you Angel?” The confessional question stirred something inside me, I was acting crazy over this girl.

  The resounding of her excitement warmed my ears. Lily’s first orgasm was intricate and subdued but what we just shared was a brutal annihilation. Collapsing onto her back I trailed kisses along her neck soothing my recent bite and cradled her in my clammy yet welcoming arms.

  I wanted to own Lily.

  I finally had her.

  But it was her that owned me.

  Both times I had been inside of her and both times I was content with going easy with her. I just needed her.

  I was coming to realize even if I had tried to hold my ground and continue life Roman free he had other plans. Since our first night together I was slowly chiseling away at the conveyed front of his hard exterior.

  Two weeks had passed in a blissful blur of pleasure and romance. Not the kind of romance a fourteen year old seeks but the kind that strikes a nerve and implants itself in your being. It was the kind that not only awakes butterflies but drives them wild, plummeting down to the depths of soul igniting your presence with a weightless stride through your remaining days.

  But Roman did not do romance. Nor did he do girlfriends. I cannot lie and say that it did not bother me because it did but I was willing to look past that. For now. The way he was with me, the way he made me feel, it was enough for now at least.

  Every day since the night I first gave myself to Roman a gift of some sort arrived at my door, each one more personal and endearing than the last.

  Day one I set off for my morning jog. I dressed in grey and pink yoga pants teamed with a matching sports bra and attempted to leave. Once opening the door I was met with an over flowing bunch of beautiful white Lily’s with a hand written note reading nothing more than ‘Angel’. That word alone was once again a perplexing overload.

  Day two The XX album waited neatly on my porch. The eloquent surprise just another reminder of our poignant encounter.

  Come day three I awoke early peering out the window like a child on Christmas morning eagerly searching for the phantom Santa Clause I believed in, wondering what my gift would be. It was a parcel wrapped in alluring crisp white paper (the kind your rich aunt would send for special occasions) inside the pretty paper was a book ‘Shakespeare’s greatest sonnets’. To say I was left open mouthed panting would be an understatement. My mind returned to our first night together when Roman interrogated me on my outlook of love.

  I spent the aftermath of our rampant experience educating him on my love for the greatest English writer of all time. Not only did he compose the most beautiful romantic tragedies but they were a form of hope to me. The characters were never flawless nor did the stories end in a cliché happily ever after. I was actually enthralled by the fact more than likely they were tragedies.


  Shakespeare was my teacher and he taught me life was not going to be about the end result, there was no such thing as a happy ending. It was the bridge that was to be lived for. You could spend years in a sorrowful state or you could live one week of an intense nirvana and it can make every previous altercation and everything to follow seem worth-while.

  Of course I was not allowed to quiz Roman in turn and his only response was that love just simply did not exist. But when I received these gifts it made me strive for what we had and the desire of anything more. Peyton’s words of wisdom lingered with my doubt. What if he could change? The way he was with me caused me to believe that just maybe I could save him like he could save me.

  Come day four I slept in, there was no way he was going to be able to outdo the last gifts so I figured it could wait. He already had me sleep deprived as it was, not that I was complaining, but every part of my body ached and the soreness of his presence made me crave sleep.

  I was wrong.

  That morning posted through my letter box was a white envelope addressed to his Angel. Inside hid a small receipt for a bottle of Jack Daniels, an extremely large bottle to say the least. After moments of studying the slightly crumbled and discolored paper I noticed a faint pencil mark underlining the date of the receipt.

  May 19th

  Then it occurred to me, it was the night of the party, the night our paths had crossed and he stormed into my altercated world. That was it; I was falling head over heels for Roman Court.

  The realization was unwelcome and frightful. I could not possibly fall in love with this man. As thoughtful as he was portraying himself I knew it was just a game, the hours of virtual stalking did not go unused. I read articles and studied dedicated accounts to the sister hood of ‘Do Not Date Roman Court’.