by Hamel, B. B.
He groans as he teases my breasts. It feels so good to finally have his hands on my skin. I let out a soft moan, his lips against my neck, his body crushing mine. The metal’s cold against my back, but it doesn’t matter. I can barely feel it, not with Will’s hands on my body.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” I whisper to him as he kisses my neck, his right hand sliding down the front of my little cotton shorts. I let out a gasp as he finds my clit, already soaking wet, and starts to tease me.
“I know you have,” he whispers, pulling back to smirk at me.
“You fucking—” My retort is lost in moans as he plunges his fingers inside of me. I groan and he works my pussy, pushing deep, sliding in and out and making my whole body writhe against him.
“This is all I’ve wanted,” he whispers back. I let out another groan as he rubs my clit again, his tongue on my breasts.
“Why did we wait this long?” I groan.
He laughs softly, biting my collarbone. “You’ve been too damn scared.”
“I’m still scared.”
“Good. Maybe that’ll make you come harder.”
He tugs my shorts down and I can’t believe I’m letting him strip me naked. But it’s warmer inside and even warmer with him pressed against me, and he feels so good, and I know I can’t fight it right now. He spreads my legs and drops to his knees in front of me, mouth on my pussy, tongue doing that magical, incredible fucking thing he does.
He grabs my ass with both hands and I suppress a shudder as he pulls me tighter against his mouth. His tongue slides inside and back out, teasing my clit with his lips and teeth before licking me all over. I can barely stand it. He reaches one hand up to tease my breasts as he keeps tonguing my pussy, in and out, and working my clit, driving me absolutely insane.
I whisper his name, losing my mind, and he pulls back. “What did you say?”
“Will,” I repeat.
His fingers find my clit. “Say it again.”
I groan. “Fuck, Will. Please.”
“Please what?” He slips his fingers inside of me. “Say it, Addie.”
“Fuck me.”
He stands and unbuttons his shorts, sliding them off. I step forward as he pulls off his boxer briefs, taking his thick cock in both of my hands and stroking him as I kiss him deep and full. I love how thick and long he is, and he’s so fucking hard, I can barely believe it.
He doesn’t waste any time. He turns me around, bends me over the car, and teases me with the tip of his cock. I feel his hands cup my breasts before his left hand grabs my hair, tipping my head back.
“I know you feel even better than you taste,” he whispers. “And you taste pretty fucking good.”
I groan as he slowly slides himself inside of me. I gasp when he thrusts once, filling me completely. I’m soaking wet and he easily slides inside but he’s still so big, and it’s been so long. He tears me open, ripping me apart. I want him so badly it hurts as I slowly wiggle my ass against him, letting his cock slide around inside of me.
He pulls my hair back again, kissing me over my shoulder. I moan into his mouth as he starts to fuck me again, this time thrusting faster and grinding his hips inside of me.
I grip the hood of the car, feeling the steel under my fingers, as his rock-hard cock fucks my pussy. He starts slow at first, letting the pain and the pleasure mingle, but as my moans get louder and deeper he starts to fuck me faster. I move my hips and my ass back against him, wanting every inch of his massive cock. I need him to spread me open and fuck me hard, make me his completely, dominate me until there’s nothing left.
He slaps my ass hard, pulling my hair. “Fuck, Addie,” he grunts. “Your pussy is so goddamn delicious. And the way you moan makes me so fucking hard.”
I gasp as he slaps my ass again. “I need more,” I groan in response.
“More?” He smirks, pulling my hair back again. I look over my shoulder at him, practically begging. “You think you can fucking handle it?”
“Go ahead,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”
He grunts and I can see flames in his eyes. He thrusts harder, gripping my hips, and I know I’m in for it now. He fucks me rougher, slapping my ass harder. I’m going to have handprints for days, maybe even bruises, and I love it. I work my hips and let him take me rough and fast, needing every inch of his cock. This is the release I’ve been dreaming about for so long, the pure, animalistic intensity of letting a man fuck me inside out.
I feel his hands reach around my hips, working my clit. I’m starting to sweat now and I can feel the pleasure building as his skilled hands slide between my legs. I gasp, his cock pumping inside of me, his hips grinding along as his fingers work my clit. I groan and buck my hips back against him, wanting that cock harder, deeper, rougher.
He bites my shoulder as he thrusts rough. I gasp and tip my head back, which just makes him slap my ass. I groan, dipping forward, back arching, pleasure flooding me so completely I can barely stand it.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper in huffing breaths. “You can’t stop.”
“I won’t stop,” he says. “I’d rather break you than stop.”
“You can’t break me,” I moan, but I think he can. “I want it.”
“Good.” He pulls my hair, fucking me as hard as he can, rough and deep and intense. I don’t know how long I can take this intense fucking but it doesn’t matter. I feel my orgasm coming, and he just can’t stop, can’t slow down.
He thrusts hard and fast, ripping into my pussy from behind. He pulls my hair back again and I can feel the orgasm coming. He knows it too as he works my clit in delicious and incredible circles. I move my hips and we’re fucking in rhythm together, working my orgasm up, willing it through my body.
I come harder, every inch of my skin exploding with pleasure as tingling runs down my spine. I think I nearly black out but he holds me up and fucks me just as hard and fast. He doesn’t relent, not for one second. There’s no mercy in him and I love it so much. I scream his name out and he grunts his approval.
Just as my orgasm finishes, he tears himself out of me. “Oh, fuck,” he groans. “On your fucking knees.”
I turn around and kneel in front of him. I take his cock between my lips and suck his tip as he strokes his shaft, groaning the whole time. He comes in my mouth in big, pumping spurts. I swallow every drop of him, letting it slide down my throat and out along my lips. It’s a mess but I don’t care. It’s fucking sexy, taking him like this.
He groans and pulls back. I clean him up, licking every drop from his cock. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and let him pull me close.
Eventually we have to break apart. I’m sweating slightly as I get dressed. He follows suit, watching me the whole time.
“Think we woke up the neighbors?” he asks.
I grin at him. “Hope not.”
“I wouldn’t mind. Let them all know.”
“Gross.” I can’t help but smile though. “I’d rather not let the neighbors hear me moaning your name.”
“Or swallowing my cum?”
“Will!”
He grins. “I’m sorry, did you not just swallow every single drop?”
I’m bright red when he pulls me against him and kisses me again.
“Don’t be gross or I won’t do it again,” I say.
“Don’t threaten me, or I’ll start threatening you right back.” His smirk drives me crazy and I kiss him softly in return.
“Asshole,” I whisper.
We walk out of the shed together. He goes with me up to the house, but leaves me at the door.
“Goodnight,” he says, stepping away and into the shadows. I stand there a second as he disappears across the lawn.
I shiver a little bit from the chill, or maybe from the lack of his touch. I linger, not wanting to go back inside. I’m afraid I’ll find reality, and right now, I don’t want reality. I just want whatever bubble I’m in when I’m with Will.
16
Will
I stretch my leg out in front of me, rubbing the aching knee. I let out a sigh of relief as I get a brief, painless second.
This is not the fucking job for me. I know it, and every single day I’m just counting down the hours until I can go home and ice this fucking aching joint. Even if I do my exercises every morning, standing around all day just totally ruins whatever progress I’m trying to make.
I ask myself for the hundredth time what I’m doing here. I should be out on the floor working right now instead of sitting on a stack of pill crates feeling sorry for myself.
It’s been a week since I last saw Addie. I went to her house in the middle of the night on a whim, mostly because I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see her, especially after that conversation with Eleanor, and clearly it worked out.
I don’t know what I expected. I didn’t think she’d come out like that, or that we’d end up fucking the way we did. But that was the best possible result, and I know it’s what I really wanted all along.
I can still feel her and taste her. Every day I wake up thinking about her. She’s been busy with work and Cara, and I’ve been stuck peddling shitty fake pills, so we haven’t had any time to see each other again. But we’ve been texting constantly, and whenever I close my eyes at night, the memory of her body comes back to me.
“Will.”
My head snaps up. I realize that I was just lost in thought again, daydreaming about Addie. Tim’s staring at me with that ugly little frown of his. I can’t help but notice how much he resembles a rat, with his little mouth pushed back into a snarl.
“Yeah, boss?”
“What are you doing?”
I shrug a little bit and stretch my leg. “Taking a break.”
“I didn’t realize you had any breaks left. I thought you took your fifteen minutes earlier.”
I shrug again. “Need to get off my feet. Just a little hockey injury acting up.”
“Hockey injury? Will, you can’t just sit around in the back, okay.”
“Sure, I get it.” I stand up slowly, wincing at the pain.
Tim sighs dramatically. “And now you’re acting like your knee hurts just to get out of trouble, aren’t you?”
I stare at him. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”
His eyes go a little wide and I know I just made a mistake. “Please don’t curse,” he says, anger starting to build even more. “I’m going to have to write you up.”
“Write me up?” I laugh a little. “For sitting?”
“And for insubordination.”
“Oh, cut the shit, Tim,” I say, and savor the look on his face. I know I’m out of control but I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to tell off this rat-faced dickhead since my first day on the job. “You’re a little dictator in this piece of shit store. And you know what? That’s fine, you can have your tiny, pathetic domain.”
“You better watch yourself,” he warns. “I don’t care if you’re the boss’s son, nobody talks to me that way.”
“I do, you piece of shit.” I step toward him and he shrinks back, afraid I’ll hit him. I don’t feel good about that, but I smile anyway.
“You’re going to be suspended!” he says, eyes wide, nostrils flared. “You’re going to get fired!”
“No, I’m not,” I say. “Because I quit this piece of shit job.”
He stares at me as I take off my uniform shirt. I toss it onto the floor and walk away from him wearing just my white undershirt.
Jamal stares at me as I come out onto the floor. “Yo, Jamal,” I call out.
He walks over. “What’s up, man?”
“I quit this shitty job. You’re cool, though. Have a good life.”
“All right, man,” he says, laughing. “You take it easy, okay?”
I nod and leave the store without looking back.
* * *
Ten minutes later, alone in my truck, I know I just fucked up.
That job wasn’t great, but it was my first real job. I quit it on a whim, basically throwing a tantrum like a little baby. “Fuck,” I say, hitting the steering wheel. “Fucking fuck.”
I sigh and lean back. I should’ve just sucked it up, dealt with my asshole boss, and made some more money. I have a decent stash still saved away, and I know I could get my own place, but I wanted to make sure I’d be totally comfortable financially before making that step. Now I don’t know how I’m going to prove to Addie that I’ve changed, especially considering I just acted like an immature cock.
“Fucking fuck,” I say again, sighing this time. I drive back to my father’s house, dreading this part.
I park the truck and head inside. My father’s in the family room, drinking some whisky and watching a basketball game. He grunts a hello when I walk by, which is more than I usually get. I head upstairs to change before giving him the bad news.
I know what he’ll say. I’m ready to hear it. He’ll flip out, tell me I’m a failure and a loser, and I’ll take it. I deserve it, honestly. I acted like a loser. I’ll get my shit together after I take some more verbal abuse from my father, I guess as my own punishment to myself.
I take a deep breath and let it out. I grab my phone and text Addie before facing the music. “I just quit my job.”
She doesn’t answer right away, so I toss my phone onto my bed and walk downstairs slowly.
My father looks up as I approach. “Just the man I wanted to see,” he says, standing. He’s got a smile on his face, which I guess means he hasn’t heard about what happened yet.
“Hey, I need to talk to you,” I say.
“Actually, I need to talk to you first.” He walks into the kitchen, glass in hand, and I follow him. I sit on a stool in front of the counter as he pours himself another drink and fills up a glass for me, shoving it across the granite with a raised eyebrow.
I take it, not sure what to say. He’s never offered me a drink before, let alone smiled at me like this. It’s like living in an alternate reality.
“Look, I heard you were doing good at work,” he says to me. “I know I’ve given you shit, and you deserved it, but I’m happy you’re finally getting it together.”
I cringe and shake my head. “Dad, listen.”
“No, listen to me. I want you to keep working hard, keep learning the business. One day, I won’t be around, you know? Someone has to take over the company. I want that person to be you, if you’re interested.”
“Dad,” I say, shaking my head, unable to meet his gaze.
“What?” His tone’s starting to shift. “I just made you a big offer, and you just say ‘dad’ like it’s nothing?”
“I quit today.”
He stares at me silently. His fingers are turning white around the glass.
“You did what?” he asks finally.
“I quit.” I shake my head. “It was stupid, but I quit.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?”
I cringe a little bit. “It just wasn’t a good fit.”
“Not a good fit?” He stares at me and spits out a laugh. “You ungrateful fucking cunt. You pathetic little failure. I was almost proud of you for once, but that was a stupid fucking mistake.” He throws back his drink violently.
“I get it. I shouldn’t have quit, but it happened.”
“You’re going back and begging Tim to rehire you,” he says icily.
“No,” I answer, surprising myself.
“What?”
“No,” I say again. “I’m not working there. I’m sorry, dad. I know you liked having me working for your company, but it’s just not for me.”
“You asshole,” he growls. He throws his glass onto the floor, smashing it. “You little piece of shit.” He’s turning red, practically shaking with rage.
I stand up and back away from him. “I’m sorry, dad. I’ll find a new job.”
“And a new place to live.”
I stop moving. “What?”
“Get the fuck out. Do you hear me? Ge
t the fuck out of my house, you ungrateful little prick. You want to go back and play hockey? You pathetic loser! Go play hockey. Go do it somewhere else. Go back to Russia, you little cocksucker.”
I keep backing away from him. I’ve seen him angry, I’ve seen him rage, but never like this. He’s about to hit me, I can see it in his eyes. He wants to do it so badly. The only thing stopping him is the fact that I’m bigger, younger, and stronger, and he’s half drunk. I could knock him out easily.
“Get the fuck out,” he screams at me.
I take a breath, steadying myself. “I’ll be gone in an hour.”
“Fuck off, you cunt.”
I turn away from him and head upstairs.
As I pack, I feel liberated. It’s strange, but I’m ready. I have nowhere to go, no job or any prospects, but it doesn’t matter. I have money, I have a truck, and I have a future. That’s all that matters. I should never have come back to my father’s house. That was my biggest mistake.
When I finish gathering up my stuff, I finally grab my phone. There are a few missed calls from Addie and three texts.
Will, what happened?
Are u okay?
Will? Are u ok? Is it your dad?
I text her back.
I’m fine. He kicked me out, but it’s for the best. I’ll call you later.
I hit send, slip my phone into my pocket, toss my duffel bag over my shoulder, and head downstairs. My father’s back in his chair now, calmed and with a new drink. Shards of glass still glitter on the kitchen floor, whisky floating around them like a lake.
“I’m leaving,” I say.
“Good,” he says. He slowly looks at me. “And don’t come back.”
I hesitate before nodding. “Bye, dad.”
He doesn’t answer. He just turns to the TV. I smile to myself, walk outside, toss my duffel into the back of the truck, and climb into the cab. I start the engine and drive off, finally fucking free, after all these years.