Break My Fall

by Chloe Walsh

  Kyle raised my arms above my head and then pulled my tank top off. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my breasts fell heavily when released. I was naked from the waist up, but my entire soul was bared to this man. My feelings for him were overwhelming and I shook in his arms.

  “I shouldn’t be doing this,” Kyle whispered, as his conflicted gaze travelled from my breasts to my eyes.

  I nodded my head eagerly. “Yes you should.”

  He lowered his head and took my nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He tugged the bud gently between his teeth.

  “Yes…Please” I begged, my body thrashing against the door. He growled and grabbed my neck, kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him. I couldn’t feel the pain in my wrist now; my body was too consumed in raw pleasure.

  Kissing my neck, he said, “I want you so fucking bad Lee, I can’t think straight.”

  Oh god. “I want you too.”

  He groaned into my mouth. Grabbing my hips, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around hips instinctively. He turned with me in his arms and walked to the bed. Our tongues licked, sucked and collided with a passion I had never felt in my whole life.

  I was his, he owned me.

  He lowered me onto his bed and I whimpered when he moved away from me. “Please, don’t stop.”

  Kyle chuckled. “Shh baby, I got you.” He leaned over me, his fingers reached into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and underwear. He slipped them down my body and then pushed my legs apart, baring my core to him.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, his hand trailing down my stomach. “It’s too much.” In that moment, with the way he looked at me, I felt beautiful.

  He ran his tongue up my thigh and I bucked under him. His fingers dipped into my mound, I screamed in pleasure. His thumb rolled over my clit as he sank one finger into me.

  “Christ princess you’re so fucking tight, you’re killing me”

  His tongue travelled up to my groin and I panted. “Oh please,” I cried.

  Kyle growled. “I gotta taste you baby. Gotta taste this tight pussy.”

  Heat pooled between my legs and everything tightened. His dirty words were pushing me higher, harder.

  “Hmm, so fucking sweet. So wet. I’m gonna eat this pussy baby.” His tongue touched my core and the pressure that was building inside me exploded.

  “Kyle…” I cried out.

  “Yeah baby come for me, come in my mouth. This pussy is mine.” He plunged his tongue inside me, licking and sucking.

  I screamed, my core contracting around him. I felt so close, something so close… I grabbed for him and he obliged. Climbing over my body, he plunged his tongue into my mouth and I could taste myself on his tongue.

  I closed my eyes and felt Kyle settle himself between my legs. One hand gripped my waist, the other fisted my hair. I felt him press against my entrance and I gave myself up to him.

  I wanted this. No man had ever made me feel the way Kyle did. I wanted him to have me.

  I felt him tremble, his body striving for control.

  Afraid he would stop again; I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed the heels of my feet against his behind. His control faltered and he plunged deep into me, tearing through me, hard, deep to the hilt.

  The sharpest pain cut through me and I gripped his shoulders as I cried out.

  He froze, his body tensed. “Christ Lee, Fuck…”

  I grabbed his face before he could say anymore and pulled his mouth to mine. Kissing him hard, I forced my mind past the pain and bucked against him. He groaned into my mouth and rolled his hips. We were both heaving.

  His face looked pained, as he held himself still inside me.

  “Kyle, I’m begging you, don’t stop.”

  His eyes closed and he shuddered. Then he began to move, thrusting into me hard and fast, my body tingled under his; fire building inside me, higher and higher.

  “Please Kyle, I can’t…” I cried out, unsure as to what was happening to me, all the sensations barreling through me were driving me insane.

  Kyle lowered his hand and circled my clit with his thumb while he pounded me mercilessly. It was thrilling; it was everything.

  When his fingers pinched my clitoris, I screamed, coming apart in his arms. I shattered into a million pieces. His breathing hitched, he pounded me once more before he stilled.

  His body stiffened, his back arched and he jerked forward. I shuddered, feeling his release; burning heat flowing into me.

  Kyle

  When the light flicked on in my room, the last person I thought I would see was Lee, standing there fucking tempting to a priest. Her tits were spilling out over the dam string top she had on and her hips… Oh man, those shorts were like panties on her. So beautiful.

  I didn’t hear a word of the mumble jumble coming out of her mouth, but I swear to god my heart nearly stopped when she bent on all fours. Holy shit, her ass was hanging out of those damn shorts; two sexy pert cheeks in the air, while she looked for whatever the hell she dropped. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest when she went to leave.

  “Wait.” I was surprised I could talk. “Wait.” My throat was so raw.

  I didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her after last night, but god, I needed Lee to know I wasn’t that guy. I would NEVER hurt a woman. Whoever the fuck she was running from in Louisiana, I was nothing like that and I needed her to know that.

  “Are you okay?” I reached out to touch her, but damn I didn’t want to scare her again so I pulled my hand back quickly.

  “I’m fine,” she whispered, her big gray eyes wide. She was shivering, shit I couldn’t deal with this. I paced the room.

  “I’ve never…” I paused, trying to level my voice. “I’ve never laid a hand on a woman in my life.” I kept my eyes closed, couldn’t bear to see fear in her eyes. I ran my hand through my hair.

  “You didn’t, I mean it’s okay Kyle, it was my fault.” What the fuck?

  I acted like a jackass and Lee somehow thought that it was her fault? I looked at her and went to hug her. She flinched and backed away and my heart stopped; I think I felt it crack.

  “Jesus Christ you’re afraid of me. I fucking frighten you Lee.” I dropped my head, I couldn’t look at her. I focused on my hands.

  “I’m not afraid of you Kyle,” I heard her whisper. I stiffened when I felt her hand cup my cheek, it felt so fucking good I shivered and leaned my face into her hand, accepting her comfort. I would do anything this girl wanted after the way I had treated her.

  Pussy traitor tears escaped my eyes and I felt like a marshmallow, crying in front of a girl. What was I becoming?

  “Look at me,” Lee demanded, pulling at my chin. “I am not afraid of you. Don’t torture yourself over something I caused.” Something she caused? This girl had no idea.

  “I shouldn’t…” I began, but she butted in. “You did nothing, I slapped your face and you reacted in instinct. It was an accident.”

  She kept touching me and I swear I could barely keep myself from jumping on her. I leaned into her ear. “I promise you I will never hurt you again. That will never happen to you again. Ever.” I meant every fucking word; never meant anything more in my life than I did in that moment.

  “Do you want me to leave?” What the fuck?

  “What?”

  She looked at me sadly. “Cam said you might not want me anymore, I mean, you might not want me to stay here anymore…” She started blushing and I sighed in relief, I couldn’t believe she wanted stay. I pressed my forehead against hers, testing that touch first.

  She shivered, that was a good sign. “You can’t still want to stay here?” I needed her to tell me she wanted to stay here with me; I needed those words.

  “Please Kyle,” she begged. “I have nowhere else to go. I can stay out of your way; I promise I won’t cause trouble for you and Ra… I’ll be invisible.”

  I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped me, I was in p
ain. It physically hurt me to think that she was so alone and she thought I wanted her to leave. “That’s impossible,” I told her, needing her to believe me. When I saw the tears fall from her face I knew I needed to do more.

  I cupped her face as gently as I could and lifted her chin; I needed her to look at me. “There’s no fucking way you could EVER be invisible to me baby.”

  I kissed the inside of her sore hand softly and when she gasped, I couldn’t resist another second. I took her.

  My lips punished hers, I wanted to brand her; I wanted to fucking own her. She melted against me; those sexy little moans were undoing me... I touched her everywhere I’d been dying to. When I sucked on her hardened nipples, she cried out my name.

  The feel of her big bouncy breasts pressing into my face was so fucking hot. Stripping her down, I ran my hands up and down her back.… I moved my hands back up her lower back, hoping I had imagined the rough, uneven skin, but no, it was there. I was just about to pull back and ask what they were, when Lee moaned into my mouth.

  I hoisted her up and carried her to my bed. Fuck me. The look of her lying on my bed naked, made me forget everything else I was thinking about. She was so warm and tight; my balls tightened. God I could barely wait to be inside her.

  “I gotta taste you baby,” I said. “Gotta taste this tight pussy.”

  When my tongue touched her slick folds, she started to shake. She was mouth-watering. I licked her juices up.

  “Kyle…” She screamed.

  “Yeah baby come for me, come in my mouth. This pussy is mine.” I plunged my tongue into her pussy, sucking her dry. She tasted so fucking good, salty, sweet and all Lee.

  She grabbed me and I dragged my mouth away, finding hers. I settled myself between her legs. I gripped her waist and tried to slow myself down. At this rate, I was going to come straight away, but Lee pushed her feet against my ass and I plunged into her. She was tight, really tight.

  I felt resistance, heard her pained cry and froze.

  No. Oh, Jesus no.

  “Christ. Lee, Fuck...”

  Lee grabbed my face and kissed me hard. When she bucked against me, I groaned, my hips rolling instinctively. I tried to hold myself still above her, this couldn’t be happening.

  I guessed she was inexperienced, but…

  “Kyle, I’m begging you, don’t stop.” The sound of her pleading was my undoing.

  I thrust into her. I could hate myself later.

  Her hips came up to meet my thrust and I moved inside her hard and fast.

  “Please Kyle, I can’t…” Lee cried out.

  I knew she was close, could feel her slick tight walls clenching around me. I thumbed her clit, my dick pounding her tight little pussy. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass nearly finished me off.

  I pinched her clit and she came apart in my arms; her pussy clenching me so tightly it felt like she was swallowing my dick. I pumped her once more and then started to come. Collapsing on top of Lee, I buried my face in her neck.

  Fuck, what had I done.

  Lee

  Kyle stayed inside me for many moments afterwards. His body was hot and sweaty on top of me; his head tucked into my neck. His was trembling; I wasn’t sure what to do so I just held him, stroking his hair.

  After what felt like hours rather than minutes, he eased himself out of me slowly, touching me nowhere. I winced at the feeling of him pulling out, it felt so foreign and I was sore.

  Kyle slid away from me, laying down on the far edge of the bed. Neither of us spoke and I didn’t know if I should leave or not. He didn’t touch me or make any move to do so, so I sat up. I looked down at him; he had his arm flung over his face and the reality of what I had done dawned on me.

  I jumped off the bed and gathered my clothes, dressing in tremulous silence. Walking to the door, I looked back once more and whimpered when I noticed the blood stained sheets. I turned the doorknob.

  “I tried to protect you,” he whispered.

  I slipped out, closing the door quietly behind me. I half ran, half stumbled to my room and flung myself onto my bed, crying myself to sleep.

   Chapter Twenty-two

  Lee

  I woke the next morning to see Cam sitting on my bed. “Jesus Cam what are you doing?” Startled, I pulled myself up to a sitting position.

  “Well, I’m assuming since it’s after ten you’ve missed work?”

  I grabbed the alarm clock on my locker and groaned. “Damn.” I was supposed to be on the morning shift. Then I remembered I had the rest of the week off. “I’m off work for the week Cam.”

  “Exactly,” she grinned and clapped her hands. “So let’s not waste another minute of it.”

  “Why are you so merry, this morning?”

  Her eyes sparkled as she grinned at me. “Oh, I had a very long…Hard night,” she joked, then slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh Lee, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be insensitive. I just… I’m not sure to be around you now, after what you told me, I don’t want you scared or afraid.”

  I stared at her, my eyes narrowed. “You treat me the way you always have Cam, or I swear I’ll disappear, I just want a fresh start. Just be normal with me.” She was quiet for a moment, then nodded and I let out a sigh of relief.

  “So,” she said her tone purposefully light. “I have a modelling shoot in an hour. So, scrub up and you never know, you might get a job. You have the whole package Lee, it’s about time you flaunted it. I say we go check out a movie after my shoot and grab some lunch. Have some fun for a change.”

  I burst out laughing in nervous relief and nodded. “Sounds like a plan Cam, but you’re the model, not me.”

  I flopped back down on the bed and Cam threw a pillow at my head. “Get your hot ass out of bed and go get in the shower.”

  I dragged myself out of bed and stretched. Ouch, I was sore. I felt stretched.

  “Atta girl, now wear something sexy,” Cam said, then sauntered out of my room.

  “Wait.” I shouted. “I don’t own anything sexy. And don’t even suggest that dress.”

  Cam looked back and grinned, “Just go have a shower, I already put an outfit in the bathroom for you.”

  I grabbed my toiletries bag and crossed the hallway to the bathroom, grateful that Cam was behaving normally with me again.

  Turning on the shower, I prayed to Jesus that there was some hot water left in the tank. Scorching hot water poured from the showerhead. Bingo. I stripped down and stepped under the water.

  I soaped myself in my favorite strawberry scented shower cream and scrubbed myself. I wanted to wash last night away. I thought what had happened between Kyle and I had been perfect, but the way he had acted after made me feel dirty.

  I felt like a whore.

  I guess he was right. They were all right…I was just too damn easy.

  I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. I refused to cry another tear over him. Just because being with Kyle had meant more than sex to me, to him it was just that; sex. I meant as much to him as any other girl he had and with Kyle, there had been a lot of girls.

  I cringed when I remembered him releasing into me. I scrubbed between my legs roughly.

  Kyle

  I lay in bed counting all the ways I was such a chicken shit. In the cool light I day, I had no clue how to approach Lee. I knew she was awake.

  I’d heard her shuffling around in her room over an hour ago and then heard the shower running from across the hall. She’d been in there for half hour and I was still lying in my bed, contemplating how I was going to face her. I was such a pussy.

  Jumping out of bed, I threw on a shirt and jeans before I stripped the sheets.

  Pulling off the Band-Aid was the best approach; I was just going to have to face her. I went downstairs to the kitchen and waited.

  Lee

  I was not in a sexy mood; I was in a shitty one. Still, I dressed in the white gypsy dress with off the shoulder straps that Cam had set out for me.
It flattered my shape. Hugging my hips, it cinched my waist and loosened to flare above my knees. I left a few buttons open at the front. I couldn’t tie them if I wanted to; my chest was already straining against the fabric. I did not need help in the bust department; I had heavy, full breasts.

  Slipping a pair of flat white pumps on my feet, I checked behind me. The skirt covered the scars on my buttocks and upper thighs and the full back of the dress covered the ones on my lower back.

  I was grateful Kyle had not noticed them; it was bad enough Cam knew. I’d never had to worry about anyone seeing them before because I kept myself covered up. I’d never exposed myself to anyone…Except Kyle.

  Blow-drying my dark brown curly hair until it fell in loose curls below my breasts I then applied some makeup, painting my lips a glossy red and gave my gray eyes the smoky effect Cam had showed me to do. I brushed some blush to my cheeks and neck. My hand froze on a large purplish bruise.

  Oh god .Kyle had branded me. How had I not noticed him doing that?

  I raised my fingers and rested them on the huge hickey on my neck. Oh fantastic. I covered it as best I could with some foundation. When I finished I could still see it, but only faintly. Besides the icky love bite on my neck, I actually looked good and I needed a confidence boost, today of all days.

  My waist looked very narrow, but damn my hips were so wide; I looked like a heifer. Cam’s mother had once referred to them as ‘childbearing hips’. I shuddered at the thought.

  I was doomed to be short and curvy, with an overly large chest. Being nineteen years old, the odds of growing another few inches and evening out were slim.

  Finally ready, I poked my head out of the bathroom. The coast was clear so I slipped downstairs to find Cam. She whistled when I walked into the kitchen.

  A choked noise from behind us made me realize we were not alone. Derek and Kyle were sitting at the kitchen table behind me. I blushed fiercely when my eyes met Kyles. He had his coffee cup held up to his mouth and was frozen in his seat.