The Fear That Divides Us

by M. N. Forgy

  “Bobby, get out of here,” I mutter, staring at the towel hanging loosely from his grip.

  I hear him take a breath, clearly irritated by my rejection.

  He drops the towel on the floor and reaches into the tub, grabbing me by the hips.

  “Bobby!” I scream as he pulls me completely out of the tub, and throws me over his broad shoulder. The bubbles clinging to my skin soak his dark-colored shirt.

  “Bobby! Have you lost your mind?” I yell, while he walks us into my room.

  He throws me on the bed, and grabs his shirt pulling it over his head. His abs and toned chest in perfect view causes my clit to pulsate with such intensity I feel I might combust.

  “You know you want it just as much as I do. Stop fighting it,” he mutters, his voice husky.

  “I don’t,” I protest softly, but it’s a fucking lie.

  He slowly leans down, his fists pressing into the mattress on each side of me. His eyes hooded and mouth parted.

  “The way you look at me contradicts the lies leaving your mouth, Jessica,” he whispers, his tone smooth and strong, filled with confidence.

  I swallow slowly, and take a deep breath. The way my body hums for him, and the way my voice cracks when I tell him to leave, he might just be right.

  “Maybe,” I whisper, my eyes trailing down his chest. He scoffs, and leans up, a smile playing his beautiful face.

  He unbuttons his jeans, and pulls them down, his black boxers revealing an impressive hard on. I lick my bottom lip as I stare at it. I want to devour that thing, but not now. He slides over my body, his weight on the mattress sinking me further into his hold. His dick caresses against my inner thigh, causing me to arch my back and pant. I want to tell him no, reject him, but my body is defying me on so many levels. It’s a hopeless fight at this point.

  He kisses my neck, his abrasive scruff against my skin leaving a delicious burn. His hands travel up my thighs, slowly making their way between my legs. He thumbs my clit softly, causing me to involuntarily thrust my hips upward. I feel a burn between my thighs, causing me to look up, finding Bobby a hair’s length away from my sex with his face. He smirks, and winks before I can even protest, sucking my clit into his mouth. The warmth I reached in the tub returns with an overwhelming velocity. I thrash forward with the loudest moan that’s ever left my body. I can’t even describe the sensations rushing through my core and licking up my body; it’s so intense.

  “God, you’re better than I imagined,” Bobby mutters against me, making me shiver from the vibrations. I have never let Bobby do this to me. In fact, nobody has ever gone down on me before. I never felt that comfortable with someone or trusted them enough for them to dive into something so personal and intimate.

  He pulls himself away, my body cooling from the loss of contact, and stands up tugging his boxers off his hips and to the floor.

  “I want to eat you out all night, babe, but I have to have you now,” he admits, making me smirk.

  His cock stands erect, swollen, and ready for the taking. I love Bobby’s dick. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It angles upward just slightly, so when he fucks me, the head always hits my g-spot perfectly. Nothing I have ever had compares to his cock, the best orgasms of my life have come from him. There is no denying that Bobby knows his way around a woman’s body, and his skill in-between the sheets is flawless.

  He grabs a hold of my knees, his mouth trailing up my leg, nipping at my inner thigh, and then kissing the sting his bite leaves behind. I run my hands up my chest, tweaking my nipples, wanting more and now.

  “God, you’re beautiful when you feel yourself up,” he growls. “Touch your pussy,” Bobby demands, clutching his cock.

  I slide my tongue along my bottom lip and lower my hands from my chest down over my stomach to my clit. I circle myself causing a burst of tingles to drum through me. My core clenches, craving Bobby’s dick.

  “That’s it, baby,” Bobby replies huskily, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he sits back and watches. “Flip over,” Bobby instructs, his hands pushing on my side. My eyes snap from their lustful haze and widen with fear, my body tensing.

  “What?” I ask, frazzled.

  “Get on all fours,” he clarifies, his blue eyes at half-mast, heavy with want.

  “Bobby, no,” I answer nervously, lifting on my elbows to sit up.

  “Trust me,” he whispers, lowering himself and brushing his lips over my belly button. I turn my head away, my eyes landing on my closet. The closet that holds my past. I want to move forward, and Bobby is the only person in the world who I trust to help me do it.

  I push off my elbows, and turn myself onto all fours, my body on full display for Bobby to see, for him to do what he wants. My body vibrates with tension, my heart picking up its pace. I close my eyes and see Travis flash before me. His angry eyes stare at me while I’m on my hands and knees trying to hold in my sobs as he paces the floor with a whip.

  Bobby slides his hand over my ass cheek sensually, making me jump from my terrifying images. I look up and see myself in the mirror on the back of my dresser, Bobby sitting on his knees behind me. I didn’t even realize he climbed on the bed; I was so lost in my nightmare.

  He caresses my ass cheeks with both of his hands, his rough touch savoring the feel of my silky skin. He slides his hands around the apex of my thighs, until his thumb hits my clit. He circles his thumb, his fingers sliding back and forth softly over my opening. It feels good, but I am too wound up and too scared to let myself feel anything more. Bobby presses his hard chest to my back, his lips brushing against my ear.

  “Why are you so tense? We haven’t done anything yet?” he whispers softly into my ear.

  “I’m scared,” I whisper, my fingers gripping the comforter. It’s hard for me to admit I am scared. I am a person with a strong will. Having endured the lowest level of hell and not once mentioning the fear I had to stampede through to get past it all, it takes a lot for me to voice my fears aloud.

  “Of what?” he asks, sliding his hand up my stomach caressing my heavy breast. There are so many answers to that question, so many fears traveling through my mind, but there is only one word responsible for that domino effect.

  “Of pain,” I mutter, closing my eyes tightly.

  Bobby brushes the hair from my face, and takes a deep breath.

  “Don’t fear the pain; fear the message behind it,” he remarks, tucking the loose hair behind my ear. I open my eyes, and look at my reflection in the mirror across the room. Bobby staring back at me intently with a look of care written across his body as he cocoons me with his frame.

  “Do you want to stop?” he asks, sincerely. I take my gaze from the mirror and turn my head looking over my shoulder. Bobby’s eyes gazing at me with sincerity and not anger.

  “No,” I answer.

  “Just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much,” he whispers into the back of my hair. I nod, my breathing picking up. It reminds me of a safe word, only mine never worked with Travis. I would yell our safe word and he would go harder, and rougher.

  Bobby’s finger slides under my chin turning my head slightly, and presses his soft lips to mine, kissing them. My bottom lip slips between both of his, and like that, my body immediately ignites, arching into him.

  The stereo, that I had forgot was on, plays “Animals” by Adam Levine. The sensation of Bobby’s fingers traveling down my stomach, over my mound, and between my swollen lips, leaves me gasping in need.

  He growls against my mouth as his cock presses into my ass demandingly.

  “I have wanted you like this for so long, Jessica,” he grinds out with a heavy breath.

  “Then take me,” I pant, lolling my head back.

  “I plan to,” he replies.

  The head of his length presses against my opening, making me inhale quickly. He pushes himself into me, a loud moan escaping his mouth as he fills me to the base of his cock. It burns as I’m stretched; the position he’s in, I experie
nce his full length. He pulls back and thrusts forward, causing my arms to tremble from pleasure, making me nearly fall headfirst into the mattress.

  “You feel so tight like this,” he moans, his voice so raw I barely understand him.

  I whimper in response, pushing myself against him, my body greedy and ready to erupt into oblivion. He thrusts himself in and out, lowering his body on top of mine, and his arms wrapping around my front, pulling me close. Breathing heavily into my ear, he kisses the top of my shoulder, his cock driving into me. He lifts his hard chest off my back as he plows his cock in and out, his hand sliding down my back, over my scars. My body tenses immediately. The artery in my neck pulses with severity as I close my eyes and my heartbeat picks up. Behind my eyelids, I see Travis appear in memory, his hand in my hair screaming at me viciously, his other hand tightly grasping my throat causing me to see black from the lack of oxygen.

  “Don’t go there, Jessica. Stay here with me,” Bobby whispers into my ear, sensing where my mind has drifted off to. My eyes flutter open, breaking the dark memory. I nod, trying to shake the memories away, replacing them with Bobby in the here and now.

  Closing my eyes as his hand barely brushes my side, causes my body to tense in fear.

  “Don’t close your eyes. Open them, let me see your beautiful eyes,” he instructs softly. I open my eyes and look in the mirror. My hair is wet on the ends from dipping into the bathwater. With flushed cheeks, my mouth parts as Bobby takes me from behind. He hovers his chest over my back, grabbing me by the hips as he swirls his cock inside of me just right, making me moan loudly.

  He moves so effortlessly, his rhythm flawless. The tattoos inked along his toned arms are stunning; I focus on their painted beauty as I see his muscles grow taut with each thrust. Bobby is at his best, in his element when he is delivering pleasure. Lowering himself on my back again, he slides a hand around my front to rest on my collarbone. The hairs on my neck rise, his hand too close to my neck for comfort, my fingers dig into the mattress.

  “Breathe, Hummingbird, I would never hurt you,” he whispers into my ear, driving his hips forward causing his cock to hit my g-spot hard. At the renewed sensation, I release the breath I didn’t realize I was withholding.

  “That’s it, baby. See how good that feels. Hear only my voice, see only me,” he mumbles into my neck, his cock brushing across my bundle of nerves as he pounds into me. I notice my body blossom with warmth, and my knees begin to tremble.

  I look at Bobby in the mirror. He is looking back at me from over my shoulder, his eyes caring and sensitive. His jaw is clenched as he chases his release, his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat building, and his eyes are heavy with desire, never looking away from me.

  “What are you doing to me?” I moan, not meaning to ask the question as I push myself backwards to meet his thrust, so desperately wanting to climax.

  “Showing you how to live,” Bobby whispers, slowing his hips into a torturous rhythm.

  My body erupts into ecstasy, everything happening in slow motion I tremble as a warmth climbs its way from my core outward, licking up my limbs. I hear nothing but Bobby’s harsh breathing in my ear, and see nothing but his blue eyes staring back at me in the mirror. His length hitting me in all the right places, throws me into oblivion. My pussy clenches around him hard, and my arms give out, making the front of me fall onto the bed as I tumble into the most intense release of my life.

  “Fuck!” Bobby roars, pumping his hips uncontrollably, climaxing seconds behind me.

  After Bobby stills, I lower my aching legs slowly from kneeling to lying flat, his sweaty chest resting on my back while he pulses inside of me. His chest heaving against me as he pants for air. His eyes pinning me in the mirror across from us.

  Suddenly, something snaps inside of me as I stare at him, his eyes looking back at me passionately. The way his stare grounds me as he takes me in, not speaking, not moving, just devouring everything that I am as my walls begin to crumble. I cannot describe the snap; can’t figure out what it means, but I can feel it continuing to splinter inside of me as I stare at Bobby’s reflection in the mirror. This emotion rising inside my chest is a lot like the first time Bobby and I ever had sex. It’s one which is glorious yet terrifying.

  I turn my head quickly and look at the wall. A spindle of emotions circulating through me like a virus. Once more, I close my eyes and see Travis, but it’s faint; it’s not as dire as before. I open my eyes and see Bobby smiling at me. His hand reaches over and rubs my arms before pulling me toward him, my front to his front.

  “You all right?” he whispers into the top of my head.

  I breathe in his smell of coconuts and sweat. My eyes becoming heavy as I nod. Bobby just unraveled my world and everything I thought I knew.

  Bobby

  “Mom, I’m home!”

  Jessica darts upward, covering her bare chest with her hands. Her hair sticks out everywhere as she looks at the door with wide eyes.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she curses, falling from the bed. I stretch my arms upward, my muscles cramped from sleeping.

  I look over and see Jessica racing around the room, pulling clothes from her dresser and closet. She pulls on some white panties, and a matching top, her face flushed in complete panic.

  “Get dressed,” she hisses quietly, running her hands through her hair, pulling it from her face.

  I yawn and roll over, eyeing my clothes on the floor.

  Jessica huffs and grabs my underwear and clothes, throwing them in my lap.

  “Hurry!” she whispers harshly. I raise my eyebrow upward as I watch her race into the bathroom.

  I pull my underwear on, and scratch at my chest, my belly rumbling with hunger.

  “Mom?”

  I turn around and see Addie staring at me with shocked eyes. She has gotten so big since the last time I saw her, and looks just like her mother. Round face, blonde hair, blue eyes.

  “She’s in the bathroom,” I tell her, pulling my jeans on quickly.

  “Oh, okay,” she replies, looking at the bathroom door.

  “You hungry?” I question.

  “What?” she asks, looking at me as if I have lost my mind.

  “Are you hungry?” I repeat.

  She leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms, her eyes roaming my face in curiosity before forming a smirk.

  “Actually, yeah,” she admits. “Liz’s family are vegans, so I didn’t get much for breakfast,” she responds, shrugging. She squints her eyes and tilts her head, looking at me intently.

  “What?” I ask, nervous, wondering why she is staring at me like that.

  “You look familiar,” she answers, tapping her rounded chin with her small index finger.

  “Addie!” Jessica chimes in surprise as she is walking out of the bathroom.

  “Mom,” Addie greets.

  “Uh,” Jessica looks between Addie and me nervously, her forehead wrinkling with worry lines. She’s clearly displeased I’m talking to her daughter. “Addie, this is Bobby,” she continues, her voice shaky.

  Addie takes her gaze from her mom to me and smirks. “How about that food?” Addie suggests.

  “Food?” Jessica questions, her voice a tone higher than before.

  “Yeah, you know, the kind you eat,” Addie smarts. I can’t help but laugh. Addie is so much like her mother.

  “I need to go shopping. We don’t have enough to feed everyone,” Jessica snaps, walking past us, and toward the living room.

  “That’s okay. I got it,” I reply, grabbing my phone from the floor.

  “What?” Jessica stops, and turns, her face angry. I text our newest prospect, and ask him to bring me some breakfast before tucking my phone in my pocket. Looking up, I notice Jessica press on the small of Addie’s back, urging her out of the room. Yep, I’m in trouble.

  “What did you just do?” she whispers, walking up to me.

  I smirk, and shrug. “Nothing,” I lie.

  “You ne
ed to leave.” Her eyes plead with me to go.

  “Why?” I question, tilting my head to the side. She’s always kept her daughter away from me and the club. I have asked her why before and she just smiles and changes the subject. Maybe now that we are being honest with each other, she will actually tell me.

  “I’m,” she pauses, and closes her eyes while sighing, “I’m trying to do right by my daughter, Bobby. I don’t need someone in her life who is just going to walk out,” she states, her tone unwavering. I get it; she doesn’t introduce men to Addie who are not sticking it out for the long haul. My track record with women is as thick as a dictionary, but I don’t ever plan on leaving Jessica’s life.

  I nod, and head over to the counter, opening up cabinets in search for coffee, ignoring her.

  “What’s wrong, Mom?” Addie asks, sitting on a barstool. Her little nose scrunched up with concern.

  “Yeah, what’s wrong, Mom?” I mock, looking into another cabinet.

  “Nothing, I’m sure Bobby has a lot to do today is all,” she lies.

  “Nope, I’m good,” I respond, trying not to laugh. I haven’t turned around to look at Jessica, but I know her lips will be pursed and her eyes will be stabbing me with daggers.

  “See,” Addie responds.

  Jessica scoffs and pushes me out of the way, reaching into a cabinet I hadn’t checked yet. She pulls out a coffee can. I lean back against the counter, cross my arms, and watch her throw a hissy fit, throwing the lid on the counter and snatching the coffee pot from its place. I roll my lips onto each other, trying not to burst out into a fitful laughter. She’d be angry if she knew I thought she was cute as hell pissed off.

  Jessica leans over the sink to turn on the faucet, her breasts spilling from her tight top as she hovers over the empty sink. My dick throbs, wanting another round with her. She is the only woman I can have sex with and wake up even hornier than before. My dick is insatiable for Jessica, addicted even.

  I have always wanted Jessica doggy style, wanted her entire body for my taking. Last night was more than I could have ever imagined. The noises she made when my cock hit places in her that it never had before, the way her body moved and responded to my touch and sounds; it was epic. Plus, I got a mirror to watch every look that crossed her face, and every bounce of her tits. I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did. I was ready to bust a nut as soon as I found her masturbating. I smirk at the thought. I bet she thinks twice before she ignores one of my texts again.