Only You, Butterfly

by Rae Spencer

  She tried. But doubts flooded her mind. She saw more and more girls. The beautiful girls. Some scantily dressed. She couldn’t help wondering if she was in his way. Her mind whirled with possibilities. Her steps faltered and her eyes widened. She glanced everywhere but at Tom as they joined Clay and Lily.

  Lily reached out and squeezed her fingers. “Don’t worry. Tom only has eyes for you. Sometimes there are a lot of girls. Sometimes none. It depends on the opening act, but our guys didn’t invite them.”

  Arianna returned her squeeze and smiled.

  Tom’s fingers flexed against her waist and she glanced up at him.

  His eyes sparkled with intensity. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “Only you, Butterfly.”

  Chapter 10

  Arianna and Tom walked on the bus very late. They had spent hours hanging out with all the people gathered after the show.

  She slipped her nightie over her head when Tom snagged it, drawing the garment down and pinning her arms against her back.

  “We’re pulling out now.” He stood alongside her his fingers holding her tangled wrists.

  She stared at him her eyes swimming with uncertainty.

  He stepped in front of her his other hand tangling in her hair pulling her head back. His mouth settled over hers and his tongue plunged inside.

  She trembled. Sensations raced through her body. She wanted him. She always did.

  He pulled her nightie free of her arms letting it fall to the floor. Backing her up to the bed, he pushed her down until she was lying with her legs over the edge.

  His tongue traced her lips, stealing her thoughts and she shivered. His fingers skimmed over her stomach. He grabbed her panties slipping them off. He ripped his lips from hers.

  She opened her eyes to see his blazing down on her. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t get her mouth to work. His desire was so fierce it melted them away.

  His eyes traveled over her body before he straightened and stripped. He grabbed her hips, turning her so she was lying in the center of the bed.

  He caught one of her wrists, dragging it up above her head then the other. He held both in his hand. He lowered his mouth and ravaged hers. His tongue plunged and his teeth nipped until she moaned.

  He lay against her side. His fingers rested against her stomach then moved to her breast. He brushed her nipple, drawing another moan from her. He cupped her face before breaking the kiss.

  There was something in his eyes. His demeanor. Something that made her skin shiver in anticipation. A need she hadn’t seen before. The sensations flowed over her like waves upon the beach crashing and eroding her senses.

  He cupped her breast teasing her honey tip. He kissed her face, sliding his lips over her chin. He trailed wet heat down to her breast and flicked her nipple.

  His hand slid to her waist as he teased her other nipple with his tongue. He bit it then suckled it.

  She twisted toward him, trying to press her body more fully against his. His cock throbbed against her hip. His hand moved over her stomach resting on top of her pussy. “Open your legs.”

  She moved her leg opening herself to his waiting hand. He slid his fingers down the sides of her pussy. He sucked her nipple as he draped his leg over hers. He teased her pussy with slow gentle strokes.

  Arianna pulled at her wrists, but Tom wouldn’t let go. Tremors raced along her back and her stomach quaked.

  He bit her nipple, tracing a path over to the other. Her hips moved in tune with his strokes. Her body twisted as shards of pleasure crawled along her nerves.

  He flicked his tongue against her nipples watching her face as the orgasm crashed through her. His mouth skimmed up her chest, stopping to flick his tongue against the pulse pounding in her throat. “I love to watch you.”

  She arched into his hand. Their tongues slid against each other. She twisted her head, breaking the connection of their lips. “Tom, I want you.”

  “Do you?” He murmured against her lips.

  “Please.” She moaned.

  “Not yet.” His mouth crushed hers as he pushed two fingers inside of her.

  She arched her hips and tugged at her hands, but he only moved his fingers faster, harder into her. “Tom, please.”

  “Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out and kneeled between her spread legs. He pulled her arms down to her sides trapping both her wrists against the bed with his hands.

  “Open your legs more.” His breath wafted over her thigh.

  She bent her legs on either side of him, her hands clenching the comforter. She moved her legs as far as she could. He held her wrists in a firm, but gentle grasp and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit his breath heating her aroused flesh. “Slide your legs over my shoulders.”

  She slipped her legs over his shoulders. Her thighs touched his cheeks and he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  “Oh… Tom.” Her body was desperate.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit. “You want me, Butterfly?”

  “Yes!” She cried, surging against his mouth.

  His breath whispered over her as he sucked her clit again. He worked her pussy as she twisted until her body exploded and she cried out.

  He lapped at her pussy. ”Do you still want me?”

  “Yes.” She stared into his eyes.

  “Your cry drives me nuts.” He let go of her hands and pulled her legs off his shoulders. He held a hand out to her.

  She put her hand in to his, coming up on her knees.

  “Straddle me,” Tom said.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled his legs until his cock rested against her pussy.

  His neck arched back. “Take me. Ride me hard.”

  She lifted her hips and slipped her hand down, encircling his width. She guided him to her pussy. He nudged in and she slid down his cock.

  He leaned back and her hands glided over his chest. He licked his lips looking down to where her auburn hair lay against his blond. He reached down and grabbed her hands placing them on her breasts.

  He took a deep breath cupping her breasts tighter as she began to ride him.

  She moved hard and fast on his cock. Her thighs clenched and eased with each of her strokes. She teased her nipples and sensations streaked across her skin.

  She sobbed. Her pussy pulsated and she squeezed her breasts sliding down his cock. The orgasm crashed through her sending waves of pleasure over her skin.

  He caught her before she collapsed on his chest. His cock was still hard and throbbing inside of her. “Not yet, Butterfly.”

  Arianna looked into his eyes. “Why?”

  Tom groaned. “I need… to show… I want… to…”

  He arched his neck. His body shuddered. He grabbed her legs, pulling them wide over his hips. His hands moved over her thighs, cupping her butt and holding her in place. He slammed into her, his pace increasing with each stroke.

  His breathing labored, sweat dripped down the sides of his face as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy. His strokes were fast and powerful. He cupped her butt tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. He watched the pleasure ripple over her face. Her cry ripped through the air and he gripped her hard slamming up into her his seed shooting deep.

  She collapsed on his chest. Her face lay in the crook of his neck, her breath rippling his hair. “Why?”

  His arms wrapped tightly around her. “I needed to show you. You’re the only one I want.”

  She blinked back the burning in her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

  He rolled to his side keeping their bodies joined. He caressed her back. “Only you, Butterfly. No one else will ever do. Never doubt it.”

  Chapter 11

  Arianna stretched. The heat of a body next to her scorched her. Her skin crawled, her body shook and her eyes flew open glazed over with fear and met Tom’s vibrating with concern.

  “Butterfly, why? Why are you so afr
aid?” He stroked her cheek and her lips staring into her cloudy eyes watching her try to control her fear.

  Her mouth moved, but no words came. She trembled reaching for him and curled into his arms burying her face in his neck.

  He wrapped his arms around her. Fear vibrated from her body rolling through his. He laid his head against hers gently caressing her back. “It’s okay, Butterfly. I promise you’re safe.”

  She clutched his shoulders, her nails scraping his skin. She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. Her mouth touched his.

  His mouth opened beneath her need. He slid his tongue inside as he rolled her to her back. His tongue moved slowly, steadily. She clung to his shoulders as her body arched into him.

  His mouth traveled down her neck licking and sucking her skin. She twisted beneath him wrapping her legs around his hips. Her passion and need out of control. She needed him now. She needed his touch. His love would make the fear ricocheting through her body go away.

  He slowly entered her. His fingers slid in her hair, pulling her head back as his mouth settled on hers.

  She met him stroke for stroke. Her fingers dug deep in his shoulders as she arched. Shards of light sparkled behind her eyes as the orgasm riveted her and divested her of her fear. “Tom!”

  “Butterfly,” He groaned, shooting his seed deep. He collapsed on her totally spent.

  He rolled to the side holding her body against his. He stroked her back watching her fall asleep in his arms.

  ****

  Arianna woke to Tom’s arm around her waist. She glanced at him. He was sleeping soundly. She edged off the bed and got dressed. She went in the kitchen, putting coffee on for them.

  She needed to explain to him. She had to tell him. Her chin rested on her twined fingers. Her mind whirled. What if he didn’t want to be with her anymore? What if he turned away from her? She loved him. She understood how she felt, but was afraid he would treat her differently if he knew the truth.

  She stared out the window watching the traffic go by. No matter what, she had to tell him the truth. She took a sip of her coffee, her fingers trembling so bad they shook the cup. She sensed him and turned watching him walk down the hallway.

  He was everything she could ever want or ever need. Her breath escaped in shallow gasps and she closed her eyes. She gathered her courage together and opened her eyes, watching as he made a cup of coffee and sat across from her. He drank his coffee. His other fingers lay by his cup. He didn’t ask her anything. He didn’t press, just waited for her to speak and tell him the truth.

  Shivers catapulted along her spine and dread weighed on her shoulders. She glanced at him, her eyes showing her uncertainty.

  He reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

  Her voice shook and she clasped her other hand on her coffee cup. “When I was fourteen my mom said I was too much of a burden for her.”

  “A burden.” He watched the flush travel along her cheeks. His free hand gripped his coffee cup.

  “She said I cost her too much money and wanted too many things. I was too needy for her to deal with.” She pulled her hand out from under his wrapping it around her other and clenching her cup.

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.

  “She said I asked for too much and drained her money,” she said.

  “Like what?” he asked.

  She shifted in the seat and chewed her lip.

  “Butterfly.” He implored her to answer.

  She let out a deep shuddering breath. “She said she couldn’t afford the things I wanted.”

  He brushed his fingers over hers wrapped tightly on her cup. “I’m not following.”

  She glanced quickly at him then back down at her hands. “She said I asked for things I shouldn’t be.”

  “What kind of things?” He tilted his head confused.

  Her thumb rubbed over the handle of her blue mug. “Sneakers, notebooks, soda – those type of things. Things that weren’t necessities.”

  “Necessities?” Was he hearing her right? Did he understand what she was saying?

  She took a sip of her coffee the mug shaking almost violently in her hands. “She told me I had to leave.”

  “You had to leave? What do you mean you had to leave?” His brow furrowed, watching the emotions scroll across her face.

  “I had to leave her home.” She hunched her shoulders resting her elbows on the edge of the table.

  Her meaning crashed through his brain. “Leave her home. You mean she threw you out?”

  She shifted picking up her elbows and setting her cup down with an unintentional clack. “Yeah, I suppose she did.”

  Her face was bright red and her breathing rough. Her mom threw her out at fourteen because she wanted sneakers and soda. It was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. If Arianna wasn’t so nervous and embarrassed he would have thought it was a joke.

  “So, what did you do?” He watched her fingers fidget with the handle of the mug.

  “I left.” Her fingers stilled.

  “You left.” His fingers jerked against his cup. She couldn’t be serious, could she?

  “I packed a bag and left like she told me.” She glanced up at him then down into her coffee, watching the brown liquid sway with the shaking of her hands.

  He swallowed. “She just let you leave?”

  “She told me to go. She said she couldn’t deal with my neediness anymore,” she said.

  His teeth ground together. “Neediness. Where did you go?”

  She hesitated shifting in her seat.

  “Where did you go?” He watched her breathing shallow.

  “The streets,” Arianna whispered.

  “The streets?” He closed his eyes in disbelief.

  “There was nowhere for me to go. No one who would help me. I had no relatives so I ended up on the streets,” she said.

  He snapped his eyes open with the realization she was telling him the truth. The truth she didn’t like people knowing. His Butterfly had lived on the streets. He couldn’t imagine. At fourteen.

  Tom remained silent and Arianna shifted whispering, “There was an area downtown where the homeless lived. I went there.”

  “What did you do there?” His eyes were on her bright red face, but he was unable to see her eyes. She kept them lowered.

  “Lived,” she said.

  “What do you mean lived?” He gripped the edge of the table.

  “I… I… found business’ that would let me clean or stock for food. I never stole anything.” Her voice vibrated as her fingers turned white from the pressure.

  “Where did you sleep?” His mind reeled with the information she was giving him yet not giving him.

  Tremors engulfed her body remembering those days. “In the area. They would have fires going to stay warm. Sometimes when I woke up there would be others lying next to me, touching me. I… wasn’t sure who they were and it would frighten me.”

  He swallowed, understanding her morning fear when she woke up next to him. What did all the vagrants try to do to her while she slept? His mind pictured them trying to take from her and not just the food or money she might have had.

  “I finally managed to get a job at the diner, graveyards. John hired me. When he found out, I was living on the streets he lent me the money to get an apartment and gave me a bed. I paid him back. Every cent. Even for the bed,” she said.

  Now he knew why she always asked to have something. Why she had so little stuff. Only the necessities. She thought herself a burden like her mother had told her. She made sure she paid for everything she received. She had so little stuff because she didn’t want to seem greedy.

  He blinked. A heaviness settled on his chest emanating outwards. His mind whirled with anger and disgust. Not at Arianna. But towards her mother. A woman who abandoned her child to the streets.

  “Some of the guys who came into the diner, like those three you helped me with, found out I had lived on the streets. They thought I had b
een selling myself for money and should be willing to be with them. But I didn’t,” she whispered brokenly.

  He reached over brushing her white fingers with his. “I know you didn’t. How old were you when you started to work at the diner?”

  “Sixteen.” Her grip on her fingers eased trying to relieve the pinpricks she created.

  “You lived on the streets for two years?” he asked.

  She nodded, not looking up at him.

  “John, let you get your own apartment at sixteen?” John had been so protective of her. Why would he let her live by herself?

  She peeked at him. “It’s his mother’s house. She had an apartment upstairs.”

  “Where did John live?” he asked.

  “He lived with a bunch of guys in an apartment building in town,” she said.

  Tom quickly realized John put Arianna in a safe place, where someone would be there to look after her. And where men couldn’t bother her.

  Tom had met the old woman. He hadn’t realized she was John’s mom. The old woman had cared deeply for Arianna. She had told him stories of how Arianna went to the grocery store for her, got her medicines, and how much she was going to miss talking with her. “What happened to your mom?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since she told me to leave.” Her face heated and she bit her lip.

  “What about your dad?” His arms ached to hold her and wipe the years of pain away, yet he knew he couldn’t. No one could ever take those years away, but if he could, he would in a heartbeat.

  Arianna’s blush grew brighter. “I don’t know who he is.”

  “Your mom never told you?” Tom asked, taking a deep breath.

  “No, she never spoke of him. She said I didn’t need to know because he didn’t want me, either,” she said.

  “He didn’t want you, either. She told you that?” Fierce anger crashed through him at this pathetic excuse of a mother Arianna had.

  Her lips quivered. She couldn’t stop them. She bit her bottom lip hard before continuing. “My mom said I was a terrible mistake and my father never wanted me to be born.”