I felt guilty for not asking how he was dealing with not having his father around. I knew how much his dad had been involved in his life. He had such a good relationship with his parents, and I was jealous of that fact. Sure, my grandparents were great and awesome to have, but that was different. I was getting along with my mom, as much as I could I guess, and my dad was there to talk to, but hardly around physically. We would never have the same kind of closeness I witnessed between Justin and his parents.
I reached my hand up, smoothing it across his cheek, and he gripped it tightly before bringing it to his lips and gently kissing each finger. “I was shocked that you were there. I was happy for a second that you were, but then I remembered that we weren’t together, that you were with Nash. So, I got pissed. I treated you like shit, and then I showed up at Shorty’s, just to torture you some more. I know it was an asshole move, Della. And all I can say is that I’ll never treat you like that again. So, do you think we can put this behind us? And move forward?”
I shook my head, and he let go of my hand, his own curling into fists as I sat up straighter. “Not yet.”
He muttered something as I tried to figure out the exact words to say. I could tell he was hurt, angry, disappointed. All of those different emotions were running across his face, but I needed to say something, too. “You’re not the only one who screwed up, Justin. I’ll admit I overreacted about some things. We should’ve talked it out, and then we would never even have gotten to this point. So, I’m sorry, too. That day I saw you at Shorty’s after we broke up, and I told you that maybe a future for us was possible, I meant it. And then you didn’t come. I was waiting for you to show up and sweep me off my feet or something sappy like that. But you didn’t. So that made me think, maybe I was just another girl to you.”
He shook his head fiercely, but I held up a hand to tell him that I wasn’t finished. “But I know differently now. I’m willing to give things another shot, too. As long as you’ll have me and all of my drama,” I added, giggling as he tackled me against the bed before I could even get the full sentence out.
“That’s my favorite part about you,” he said in a teasing tone, pressing his body fully against mine, making me forget all about our talk. Oh well, there wasn’t much more to say. Now, I could just let myself be happy.
His mouth crashed into mine, gentle but rough at the same time, and my lips parted, welcoming him in. I gripped his back tightly, my nails digging in as he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against mine while his hands slid up the sides of my stomach, up my arms, and pulled through my hair. I felt him reach above us, without breaking our mouths apart, and my stomach twisted with excitement of what he was about to do. I heard the metal clicking once again, before he reached down to bring my hands up, and once again, secure them above my head.
I couldn’t move my hands an inch and I think that made things even more exciting.
Justin finally broke the kiss, pulling away to stare down at me, pressing one finger to his chin. “Shit. That is gonna be a problem.”
“What?” I asked in confusion, and he pointed down to the t-shirt I was still wearing.
“Never mind.” He started to fist the material of the shirt, and soon I heard the sound of it ripping. I arched my back so he could remove the now ruined shirt out from underneath me, and he threw into a ball onto the floor. “I didn’t really like that shirt anyway.”
I pouted my lips. “Really? Because I planned on taking it home.”
He leaned down, nipping at my bottom lip. “You can have another one then.” Luckily, I took my bra off the night before when I went to sleep, so we didn’t need to deal with that problem, but I suddenly felt shy, being like this in front of Justin again. I don’t know why, maybe because it had been so long. I had the urge to cover myself, but that wasn’t so easy when your hands were trapped above your head.
Justin didn’t notice, or seem to care. He was in too much of a hurry for that. His head dipped down, worshiping each of my nipples with his tongue, his fingers pinching and plucking the other when it wasn’t occupied by his mouth. With everything in me, I wanted to tangle my hands through his hair while he worked his tongue against me, but I couldn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut before blinking them open once again. Yup, this was really happening. I couldn’t believe I was in Justin’s bed, and he was working that magic tongue of his on me once again. I knew things were probably moving a little too quickly between us, but right then, I didn’t care.
I was panting and twisting underneath him by the time he finally pulled his head away, and slipped his hand in between our bodies, pushing at the waistband of my panties until I could feel them sliding down my legs and then over my feet. “So beautiful,” he murmured, flicking my panties to the floor and placing a kiss on the bottom of my foot.
I wiggled my hips, wanting him back up in that region. I needed him there. The action my boobs just received from his mouth had me about ready to explode, and I was desperate for him to touch me. He ignored my squirming and worked his way up to my ankle, leaving a trail of heat as he licked and sucked every inch of my body. He was taking his sweet time though because he was still only at my knees. Who knew the knees could be such a highly sensitive area? One more flick of his tongue and I groaned loudly, pulling at my hands. I desperately wanted to reach down there and yank him back up to me, but I couldn’t. It was a sweet kind of torture. “Justin. I need you to touch me now,” I demanded.
I looked down to see him smirking against my skin, before his tongue darted out to run along the inside of my thigh. “Nope,” he responded. “Be patient. I promise, it’s better this way.”
“No, I promise you it’s—” Any coherent thoughts were cut off when I felt his warm breath blow between my legs. Instead of his mouth landing there, though, I felt his fingers twirl around lazily.
Jesus H. Christ.
I was about to come undone just by that tiny little movement he kept repeating, over and over again. His mouth went back to worshiping every inch of skin as he moved up, but kept his fingers in place. I tugged on my restraints, needing to reach out to touch him, but I think the fact that I couldn’t was magnifying everything that I felt. I was normally such an independent person. I liked to be in control of things, since the control had been taken away from me once before. But this…this I could handle.
I moaned out his name when he finally sunk one finger, and then two, burying his head in the crook of my neck to murmur against my skin, feeling like a thousand tiny little kisses caressing me all at once.
“So wet for me already, princess. We’re just getting started.” He pushed his fingers in and out more rapidly, and my hips could barely keep up as I arched into his hand, grinding myself against it, desperate for his touch, starved for it. I couldn’t get enough. And then he was gone. I whimpered at the absence, peeking my eyes open to see him standing at the end of the bed. He slowly hooked one finger in the top of his boxers, pushing them down at a lazy pace, as if he were doing a little strip tease for me. Any other time, I would’ve sat back and enjoyed the show.
But this wasn’t the time. I pulled on my hands, remembering that I really didn’t have a choice, flopping my head back down on the pillow in frustration. I felt the bed shift, and then suddenly Justin was above me, this time completely naked. I felt his hardness brush against my stomach as he dipped down to place a simple kiss on my lips, and when he slid down slightly, it pushed between my legs. I wanted him inside of me so bad, but then I started thinking with my head.
“Stop!” I demanded as he situated himself at my core.
He paused, squinting down at me. “Della, it’s a little late for second-guessing. You have me all worked up.” He pushed against me once again, and I groaned at the contact, but I wasn’t stupid. I licked my lips, squeezing my eyes shut so I could try to get some kind of control.
“That’s not what I meant. I just mean…you need something…you need to use a condom.”
“Oh.” I felt his weight leave
the bed, and I could hear him in the bathroom, opening and shutting cabinets and drawers, making a mess of everything, which only told me how much of a hurry he was in.
“I’m not on birth control anymore,” I explained, not knowing if he was really paying any attention to me in his frenzy to find a condom. He came back out to the bedroom, opening the drawer on the nightstand next to the bed and, I swear, yelled in glee when his hand landed on a single packet.
“How come?” I had to think for a second about what he was actually asking me. “Why’d you stop taking it?”
“Um….” I didn’t really want to go into the whole explanation of why, but I knew the meaning behind the actual question. “I really didn’t need it, so….”
He grinned down at me. “Good, because this”—his hands dropped in between my legs—“belongs to me. Remember?”
All I could do was nod, because I really wasn’t going to argue. I was his, and this time, I wanted to stay that way.
He ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding it over himself, and pushed my legs open even wider before pulling back and finally sliding into me. He hissed as he entered me and then stilled, letting my body accommodate to him once again. It felt so foreign, yet so right. How in the world was I going to last for more than a minute once he started actually moving?
I COULDN’T BELIEVE that I actually had Della handcuffed to my bed. I was surprised that she hadn’t told me to fuck off and started screaming bloody murder once she realized what I was doing. That’s one of the things I loved about Della, though, most of the time she was more than willing to try new things, and I was just getting started on the different fantasies that constantly ran through my mind when it came to her.
I hated the feel of condoms when it came to her. I would much rather have nothing between our bodies, so I could be connected with every inch of her, but it made me relieved that she didn’t have the need to be on birth control. We would have to take care of that little problem soon enough, though. Or I would have to go to one of those wholesale stores so I could stock up on some jumbo boxes.
I about came undone as soon as I entered her warmness. “So fucking tight,” I whispered hoarsely, and she whimpered. I ran a finger across her cheek before dipping my head down to suck on her neck. I didn’t know if I was causing her any pain, but that was the last thing that I wanted to do. So maybe I could distract her a little, until her body adjusted. I worked my hands underneath her to knead her ass and she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me in even deeper, but I wasn’t ready to move just yet.
I dipped my head down, flicking each pink nipple with my tongue, but kept my eyes trained on her pale blue ones that were narrowed on me. I could see how much she wanted me just by that look, and it didn’t help that she was bucking her hips up frantically in frustration.
“Move,” she demanded.
“Anything the princess wants,” I responded, easing myself nearly all the way out, and then slammed back into her. We both cried out at the reconnection of our bodies, but that was all I needed. Once I started, there was no way in hell I could stop.
I could tell the handcuffs were getting to Della. She wanted me to touch her, and I wanted her to touch me, but at the same time, I always relished being in charge, and I loved the fact that I had so much control over her right now.
I sunk down closer to her body, so almost every inch of our skin was slapping together, and I was in to the hilt. She squeezed her eyes shut, but I grasped her chin. “Look at me, I want to see you come, I want your eyes open,” I ordered. She nodded her head silently, gulping thickly before tipping her head up. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyelids fluttered as I continued to pound into her, but she kept her eyes open, and I loved every second of it.
I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, but it was probably the hardest thing I had ever tried to do. She was so damn sexy, laying there underneath me, her hips arching up each time to meet my frenzied pace.
“Justin, I need to come. Right now.” I leaned down to kiss her once, before pulling back, and giving her exactly what she needed. I stuck one hand in between our bodies, rubbing circles on her most sensitive spot as I pumped into her, and she went crazy. I could tell she was about to explode any second and I was going to be right behind her. She moaned out my name, just as I felt her clench around me, and it was the best sound I had heard in a long time. I thrust into her one more time before exploding myself, sweat dripping down my forehead as I continued pumping for a second longer and then collapsed on top of her. Somehow, I managed to undo the handcuffs, barely looking up because I didn’t want to leave her body at all in that moment.
I kissed her tenderly as she wrapped her arms around me, gently stroking my back. After a few seconds, I rolled off of her, throwing the condom in the wastebasket next to my bed, and tucked her against my body, right where she belonged. I pressed my forehead against hers, and we lay there like that, no words needed after what had just happened. I watched her until she fell asleep, so peaceful and beautiful with her naked body wrapped around mine, her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks. And then, I finally closed my eyes, too, feeling content for the first time in a while.
“OH SHIT!”
I woke up to hands pushing on my chest, and Della’s body struggling to get out from underneath mine. “And where do you think you’re going?”
I hooked my arm around her waist without even opening my eyes and she squirmed in my hold. “Let go. I need to get home. Why did you let me sleep that long?” I cracked an eye open, groaning when I saw that it was almost one in the afternoon. I needed to be to work in about two hours. I guess I was lucky that Della woke up when she did.
“Fine, I guess I’ll let you go.” I sunk my fingers into the sides of her stomach. “But not before I do this.”
She squealed as my fingers tortured her, bucking wildly and giggling uncontrollably. I didn’t let up, even though she kept begging me to do so. I loved seeing her like this. So carefree and just letting go. Sometimes I would catch glimpses of her mother in Della. That woman had a stick shoved so far up her ass it was unbelievable. Della could get uptight about certain things, but I think it was just the way she was raised, the way she had been taught to behave, and sometimes those kinds of habits stuck without us even knowing.
“Please…stop…or I swear…I’m gonna pee all over your bed,” she managed to pant out, and I immediately stilled my fingers.
“Well, we don’t want that to happen.” She jumped out of my bed, quickly heading toward the bathroom, and it felt too empty without her in it. I hoped that what happened between us was really going to seal the deal on our relationship moving forward. I could see Della leaving, though, and never coming back after she started doing that stupid over-analyzing thing. She was probably doing it right now in the bathroom, regretting what we did, and thinking things moved too quickly. It wouldn’t really surprise me if I peeked in there, and found that sexy ass of hers trying to wiggle out of the tiny window above the toilet.
“Hey.” I felt the bed bounce, and was relieved when I looked up to see her. She straddled my hips, still naked from this morning, and it took everything in me not to just slam myself right back into her body. She leaned down to brush her lips across mine, her hair sweeping against me before she pulled away. “I really do need to get going. Can you give me a ride back to my house?”
“Oh, I’ll give you a ride.” I pushed my hips up, and she rolled her eyes, jabbing a finger into my chest.
“I’m sure you would…and I probably wouldn’t mind.” She pushed back against me, and I groaned, gripping her hips tightly, but not firm enough, because she quickly jumped off of me.
“You are such a fucking tease.”
“Yup,” she agreed, and began to search around my room for her clothes. I watched as she slowly slid her underwear and bra back on, wrinkling her nose at the dress that was on my floor.
“You can take one of my shirts.” I pointed to my closet. “And I’
ll even let you keep it.”
“How kind of you,” she responded sarcastically, before tugging it over her head and throwing her hair into a ponytail. “Are you gonna get dressed, or do you plan on driving me home naked?”
“Well,” I dragged out. “I’m sure we could have lots of fun on the way back if I didn’t put any clothes on. It would make things easier.” She quickly threw a shirt at me, covering my face, and I finally rolled out of bed, pulling it over my head and grabbing a pair of boxers out of my dresser.
“C’mon.” She gestured for me to follow, already on her way out of my room and heading down the hallway.
I grabbed my keys and my wallet, and jogged to catch up with her where she was waiting next to my car, tapping her foot impatiently. “What’s the rush?” I asked as I slid into the driver’s seat. “I figured you’d want to stay in my bed for the rest of the day since I reminded you of everything you’ve been missing.”
She rolled her eyes, and began shuffling through her purse until she took out her phone and started tapping on the screen. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone at two.”
“Oh, yeah?” I changed the radio station, not wanting to question her about who it was and seem like the jealous ass that I felt like at the moment. What did I call myself? Were we dating again? I felt like a fucking woman the way I was questioning the status of our relationship. Maybe I needed to check Facebook later to see if she had changed hers from being single. I sounded like a freaking douchebag, even in my own head.
“Mmhmm,” she murmured without glancing up from her screen. I played with the dials on the radio once again, not stopping long enough to even hear what was playing, and once I became bored with that, I started tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“With who?” There, I asked.
“Um, an old friend.”
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