Josh tilts her chin to look at him. She’s on top of him. She’s in control which she hopes will help keep her visions at bay. Her legs straddle him and her lips find his again. She grinds against him, needing to feel him, hard and rigged against her. She moans her excitement as he slides his hands over her ass, gripping her, pulling her harder against him. She feels as though she might explode, right there on top of him, completely clothed. He grips her tighter as she continues to rub against him, gasping for air. This is all so intense, his warm hands on her, his lips kissing her.
“Let go Misty,” he whispers huskily. Just his words throw her over the edge, she feels breathless as her excitement rises. He kisses her lips gently, hungry for more. He moves her legs over his, laying her down, he slides his hands down her body pulling her pants off as he goes. She watches him with interest, his every move exciting her. He takes off his shirt, giving her a view of his hard abs. She can’t pull her gaze from his skin, she wants to touch him. He arches his finger to her in a sexy come hither way. She sits up, not taking her eyes from him. He raises her arms over her head, pulling her shirt off.
“You're so beautiful Misty,” he whispers, kissing her bare shoulders. She wants to tell him her real name but she’s still holding back. All her dark thoughts drift away as his kisses go lower down her body. She falls back against the laissez as his tongue lowers, shivers running through her. She’s never been touched like this before. She’s scared but excited. Her fingers run through his hair as his hot breath reaches her skin through her silk panties. His finger slides them over and she whimpers when his tongue flicks against her throbbing bundle of nerves. His thumb takes the place of his tongue massaging her as she cries out when his tongue enters her folds, sliding in and out of her. Her heart is racing as she arches her back. She can feel herself building.
“I want to come with you baby, can I?” he asks, sliding her panties down her legs.
“I have a confession to make Josh,” she whispers, not wanting him to stop but knowing she should tell him. He looks at her nervously. She is sure he's thinking the worst. She has to put him out of his misery.
“What is it baby,” he asks sweetly.
“I've never, I mean, I'm kinda new at this,” she tells him, the words not coming out the way she wanted them to. He looks at her with amazement as it sinks in.
“You're a virgin?” he asks, grinning. She nods, a tear escaping her eye, feeling so vulnerable in front of him. He wipes her tear with his finger.
“Do you want me to take it from you? I can wait if you're not ready,” he tells her, looking so concerned, like she’s fragile all of a sudden.
“I want you Josh,” she whispers. He looks into her eyes, searching for any hesitancy. His arm wraps around her shoulder and the other one slides under her knees. She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder. He easily carries her to his bedroom, laying her gently on his big soft bed. A bed she thought she would never lie on. He walks over to the stereo, turning it on. The song Stay is playing and it seems fitting considering the look Josh is giving her.
“I want you to stay,” he whispers as he leans over her and kisses her just behind her ear. Sending even more streams of heat through her body. She watches him as he finishes undressing himself, his pants fall to the floor and her heart beat increases. He reaches for a towel on the back of his bedroom door and lays it down beside her. She’s fascinated by his length as he slides his boxers down. He reaches into his side table and pulls out a condom. She wonders how many women he's had on this bed, but the thought quickly leaves her mind as he begins kissing her again.
“I want to please you,” he whispers behind her ear. She moans as he trails kisses down her body again, his lips warm and soft, making her skin tingle. She takes in a sharp breath when he kisses her there again. His wet tongue darts in and out of her as his thumb circles her again. She releases another moan when she feels his tongue leave her and his fingers slide in. He’s bringing her close to the edge again as he finds all the spots that make her feel sheer ecstasy. He slowly begins to move his body over hers, kissing her stomach, then each breast, sucking each nipple. The sensations causing her to arch up. She stares into his clouded eyes as she feels his hard stiff erection against her. His fingers slide out as he moves into her slowly. Her breathing picks up. She’s never made it past this point before. She has nowhere to run if she’s overwhelmed by visions.
She keeps her eyes on his, knowing if she looks away she might lose his image and something ugly will take its place. She can't think of anything but him. He makes it easy when both of his hands gently hold her head, he keeps his eyes on her and she doesn't dare look away from him. He kisses her as he slides in deeper. She can taste her sex on his lips, his warm breath, his lips moving on hers as the rhythm takes over. She gasps as she feels a slight pain. He moves out slowly, looking concerned. She’s a little frightened, not from the pain but from her own thoughts.
“I don't know if I can do this, I'm sorry Josh,” she cries, tears in her eyes. She didn't want to run from Josh but she was beginning to question her focus. He moves slowly, knowing she needs special attention.
“We don't have to rush, just look at me, just let go, clear your mind and just feel me,” he whispers in her ear, then kisses her neck. His hands slide up to rest on her ribs, soothingly rubbing her, massaging her. He can sense that she can't lose herself in the moment, she has trouble letting go of whatever has hurt her but he refuses to let her run from him. The idea of some other guy taking it from her and not making her feel as special as she is made him even more determined. He wanted to be her first and he didn’t want her to ever forget it, he didn’t want her to ever forget him.
“I promise it will feel better now. It only hurts once,” he said kissing her lips lightly. She loves his touch, so gentle and so warm. She looks back into his eyes as she feels the towel below her.
“I'm going to take you now,” he tells her, his voice deep, breathless as he turns her on her side. He decides that he shouldn’t be on top and he knows if she’s on top she can run to easily. Side by side will keep him slow and will keep her with him. He places her leg over his hips. He seems to know she has to stay with him, she has to keep her eyes on his and he forces her to. He uses one hand to hold her chin up, keeping her gaze on him while he uses his other hand to caress her. He rubs her in the right spot, her body responding.
He can feel that she’s ready for him. His fingers sliding in and out of her, letting him know she’s excited. Her breathing picks up. He keeps her eyes on him as he guides himself inside her. His rhythm picks up as he moves out then back in. He slows his pace when her heart rate picks up and her breathing sounds more panicked then it should. Her hands formed fists at her sides but she’s determined not to look away from him.
“I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. Feel me, stay with me,” he whispers as he moves faster again, lifting her leg around him more so he can go deeper. It’s difficult in this position but he doesn’t want to overpower her. She stares into his eyes not wanting to look away as she wraps her hands around his biceps, gripping his hard muscles. She feels so full and it feels so good. He goes in deeper and she moans loudly as he speeds up.
He refuses to let her stop. Her eyes water, she's sweating, gasping for air as he continues, unrelenting, her body shakes. She's beginning to lose herself to him. She whimpers and moans, gripping the sheets with her fists again. He tilts her hips up with his hand so that she can take all of him inside her. He shows no mercy, plunging deeply, in and out. It's too much. She moans as she comes so close.
“Cum baby, cry my name,” he tells her. His voice does it again. He knows he's possessed her, taken her fears away.
“Josh, oh God yes,” she’s breathless as she cries his name, shattering around him still gazing into his beautiful bright eyes. Her body shakes and her head feels dizzy. She clenches her muscles around him, closing her eyes as she listens to him moan and feels him tremble. He grips her
hips as he thrusts again before releasing. His heart is racing and he's breathing heavily against her neck. She’s thrilled that she made him feel this way.
“Oh baby, you are a dream,” he whispers. She feels the same about him. She wraps her arms and legs around him. She can still feel him in her and she loves it. She wants him to stay there in her arms, forever.
They stay like that for a few minutes before he rolls over, taking her with him. She laughs as he stands up, carrying her. He kicks open the bathroom door and sets her down in the shower. She looks down and shrieks when she sees the blood.
“Oh my god, what happened? Is it me? Are you hurt?” she asks. He laughs as he tilts her chin up to look at him.
“Didn't you take Sex Ed in school? That's what happens when you lose your virginity. You only bleed once,” he tells her.
“That's why you brought the towel to the bed,” she said, turning to the taps. She turns on the warm water and washes herself. Josh steps in and takes the soap from her. He begins to wash her thighs and the backs of her legs. She rinses as he washes himself.
“So how many virgins have you had Mr. Martin?” she asks, unsure if she wants to hear the answer. He grins as his lips find hers. She’s distracted as she leans into him, shocked that she’s excited again.
“Stop distracting me,” she smiles as his lips still move on hers.
“Am I distracting you? Sorry baby. To answer your question seriously, only once before, the same time I lost mine. I had no idea what I was doing back then and I was just as shocked then as you are now about the blood, but baby, listen to me,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. She feels so safe and protected with him holding her this close against his strong body. She loves the feel of his naked skin against hers. She wraps her arms around his waist as she tries to focus on his words.
“Misty, you feel like nothing I've ever experienced before. No one has ever tasted, smelled or felt better than your body, I promise you that,” he tells her as he switches off the faucet. He grabs a large fluffy towel and begins to dry her off. She smiles as he wraps it around her. She watches him as he dries himself off. She wants him again and he knows it as he looks back at her. He takes her hand and she follows him back into his bedroom.
“Are you hungry, I think we should go have a nibble,” he explains as he wraps a warm dark robe around her. She lets the towel drop as she ties the robe around her waist. He kisses her then let's his towel fall.
“Do you want to share my robe,” she offers, grinning as she stares at his beautiful body. She reminds herself that she needs to take all of him in. She knows time is not on her side, she has to leave him soon, too soon. She flinches as a pain stabs her chest. He hears her gasp as he's pulling on a pair of grey sweats. He's not wearing a shirt and his bottoms hang below his abs.
She moans as she moves towards him, needing him. She runs her hands along his sides, kissing his chest and his abs. She skims her hand along his waistband, slowly lowering them. She doesn't know what she’s doing but she wants to try it all tonight, with him. He's surprised by her sudden boldness. Her confidence excites him. She hears his breath skip as she takes him in her hands. His legs shake a little as he moves to the bed. He sits down as she leans over him. She licks the tip of him, running her tongue along his ridges. She wants to memorize him, every inch of him. She kisses his thighs as she comes back up and places him into her mouth. She listens to him groan and it excites her. She takes him as deep as she can, rubbing the remainder of him that she can't fit into her mouth. She moves above him a little more, sliding more of his length inside. He's so warm, his skin like soft silk. She lays her free hand on his abs, her excitement growing as she begins to give him the rhythm he gave her earlier. In and out, licking and sucking him. She moans her own excitement, feeling a deep ache inside her with every thrust he makes into her mouth.
“Oh baby, I'm close, I'm going to cum,” he warns in between ragged breaths.
“Cum for me baby,” she replies, showing no mercy as she takes him in her mouth again. The shot of hot liquid hits the back of her throat and instead of pulling away she sucks him harder, taking all of it as she listens to him express his pleasure.
“Oh baby, fuck, yes,” he groans, his voice deep and husky. Once his flexing stops she crawls up his firm body, resting on top of him. She kisses his neck as his arms tighten around her. She can feel his kisses on her head.
“How can I let you go?” he whispers.
“How can I leave you?” she whispers back. She holds back tears as she hugs him, wrapping her body around him. They stay that way for a while, quiet, holding on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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Stay
“I need to feed you baby,” he says moving from underneath her. She moans as she flops down on his bed. He glances back at her while he pulls his sweats back on. Jumping down on the bed beside her, he smiles as he tightens the robe around her waist.
“You have to stop seducing me Miss Misty, I need nourishment now, to keep up with you,” he says, taking her hand as he pulls her off the bed and they run to the kitchen. He releases her hand as he swings over the island and flings open the fridge door. He pulls out a few containers. She searches through his cabinets eventually finding the plates. Taking out two, she places them on the counter.
The idea of just being a girl hanging out with a beautiful boy, doing normal things overwhelms her. As long as she doesn't think about tomorrow she will be okay, she tries to tell herself. She just has to stay in this moment, in this night with this man. She glances at him, realizing she doesn’t plan on sleeping tonight. She watches him as he fills two plates with salad. He places a few slices of pizza in the toaster oven and fills two glasses with water. She takes it as he hands one to her. She didn't realize how thirsty she was. She turns back to him, watching him drink his water, catching him lick his bottom lip and she trembles again. Walking towards the island, she leans across it, gazing up at him. He leans towards her grinning.
“I think I've created an addict,” he says, nibbling on her bottom lip. He feels so good to her. He begins kissing her harder, the bell stopping him from taking her right there on the counter. She moans as he releases her. He fills their plates then turns on the stereo.
“Eat baby,” he orders, handing her a plate. She takes it and follows him to the dining room table. He pulls out a chair for her, smiling as she sits. He sits beside her, his knee touching hers. They eat without talking, their energy returning.
“What time is it?” she asks, feeling like she should try and grasp for reality again, as much as she doesn't want to. He glances back to the kitchen, reading the clock above the stove.
“It's just after two,” he said quietly. He didn't want to think about tomorrow either, but it has arrived. She has a plane to catch in nine hours. She takes a few bites before looking over at him. He turns to her, placing his hand on her cheek.
“I don't know what to say anymore to make you stay,” he says, a heavy sadness in his voice.
“If I stay I put you in danger and I may die,” she tells him quietly.
“What happened, how did you end up running like this and when will it stop?” he asks, looking frustrated, needing her to talk to him. She takes a deep breath and looks into his eyes before she begins to let him into her nightmare.
“I was fourteen. Home alone with my mother, waiting for my father to return home for dinner. My mother was in the kitchen. I liked to hide in my house, just for fun, I know silly, right,” she half smiled, glancing at him, feeling nervous. He turned towards her, taking both her hands in his. He kissed them softly, silently urging her to continue.
“I'm hidden between the drywall panels that separated the living room and the kitchen. My father was in the middle of a renovation project. There were a few small peep holes that I could look through. I watched my mother sing along to a Bowie song on the radio. I smiled when she flipped her hair back. What neither of us sees or hears is a strange man entering the house. By the t
ime I saw him it was too late. I tried to scream but nothing came out. When I tried to slide back out my pant leg snagged on a nail, trapping me there. I was too frightened and panicked to pull it free. I just kind of froze. When I looked back through the peephole I watched helplessly as this large ugly man hits my mother, knocking her motionless. He doesn't leave her though,” she gulps as the memory returns. Josh holds her hands tighter as she looks back to him. His bright eyes looked sad but he wanted to know.
“He lifts up her skirt and begins fucking her limp body. I try and loosen my pants off the nail again when my father charges through the front door, tackling the monster. He's punching him, crazy heavy thuds but somehow the rapist manages to reach into his pocket. I couldn't see what happened after that, but I heard a loud bang and the sound of my father hitting the floor. I heard another loud bang before the monster limped from my house. Music continued to play as I stayed hidden in the wall. Once I believed I was safe to leave, I somehow managed to rip my pants free of the nail and slowly emerged from my hiding place. I walked out to the living room, avoiding the kitchen and the smell of dinner burning. With shaky hands I picked up the phone. I remember calling 911 before everything went black. I awoke on a stretcher and a house filled with strangers,” she tells him, her head dizzy. His hands are gripping hers so tight, she shakes them a little and he releases his hold.
“I'm so sorry baby,” he gasps, wrapping his arms around her. He kisses her forehead. She moves onto his lap, wanting him to hold her tighter, closer. It hurts her to bring that memory back but it also feels good to talk. She doesn't know why she trusted him with this. She never told Tyler any of this.
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