by M. Robinson
Her walls were caving in on her, one by one, so I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Give it to me, Skyler. Tell me? How many guys fucked you before I did? Is that why you came to me that night? You wanted to feel a real man in between your legs? My girl wanted to come, yeah?”
Her eyes dilated in a way I’d never seen before, triggering something inside of her. It was like her head finally caught up with the feelings, I was brutally inflicting for my own peace of mind. She couldn’t process it fast enough. Showing me everything through her eyes.
Only adding gasoline to my furious, out of control fiery blaze, and I was burning her alive with me.
“Why ya playin’ hard to get, baby, when you know you’re already hard for me to want. Cuz any person who has ever loved you, Skyler Bell, was dead fuckin’ wrong.”
More tears erupted from her eyes and her nostrils flared.
“What doesn’t kill you, only disappoints me.”
She shuddered, softly humming a vaguely familiar tune.
“Are you gonna sing for me now, baby? Cuz you know that Annie song only gets my cock hard.”
The chain I had around her fucking broke.
All the blood drained from my face, and my stomach dropped when she hastily screamed, “I went to you that night because I needed you! I fucking needed you! I still need you, you fucking bastard!”
I flew back from the impact of her words, instantly letting her go.
She didn’t hesitate, it was her turn to come for me. “You have no idea who the fuck I am, Noah! You never fucking did! Because if you had, you’d have known I came ba—” she paused, the pain of our past taking over.
“Oh fuck no,” I seethed. “Finish what you were ’bout to say.”
“Why? It’s not going to change anything. The damage is already fucking done! You would have never talked to me like this before! Look at you! Jesus Christ, who are you?”
“I’m the man you fuckin’ created! Is he everythin’ you wanted? Cuz I sure as shit can’t stand who you’ve become.” I took a deep breath, gesturing to her. “This movie star who dresses like a fuckin’ whore and expects me to treat her like a lady. Go snort some more rails off guy’s cocks so you can get the fuck outta here wit’ your goddamn bullshit. You want me to believe you gave a shit ’bout me, then just fuckin’ admit it already, Skyler.” I was over to her in one long, determined stride, getting right in her face. “You. Are. Ashamed. Of. Me.”
In the blink of an eye, her expression changed to utter disbelief and devastation. The air suddenly so fucking thick, I could choke on it. Especially when she started scanning my eyes, searching for the man who once loved her more than anything in this world. Proving it time after time. I didn’t know who that man was anymore.
Too much had happened.
Making me remember why I hated her so fucking much.
I bit back the bile rising in my throat. Briefly blinded by her remorse, her presence, my goddamn love for her. Slicing me open all over again.
With tears blurring her crystal blue eyes, she finally revealed the truth I’d always known wasn’t a lie, “I love you. I’ve always, always fucking loved you.”
Almost bringing me to my knees.
“There, you got what you came for, yeah?” she mocked. Her lips trembling, “Is this what you wanted?”
She started shoving me, and I let her.
“To hurt me.”
Push.
“To belittle me.”
Push.
“To make me feel worse…”
Push.
Push.
Push.
“Then I already have over the last four years!”
My back hit the concrete wall with a thud.
“You got what you wanted, so you can go now. Because I can’t stand fucking looking at you any longer!”
I reached for her on pure impulse. “Skyler—” As soon as she felt my strong arm’s wrap around her waist, she kneed me in the balls.
“We’re even now, because I hate you too.”
Push.
I groaned in pain, and in her fuck-me heels, she took off running toward the exit. Breathing through the discomfort for a moment, I hauled ass after her. My boots pounding the wet pavement, chasing her in the pouring rain. Catching up with her outside the back of the dark building.
I gripped her arm and roughly turned her toward me, never expecting what happened next.
“No!” she shouted bloody murder, once again shoving me as hard as she could. She didn’t falter, losing her fucking shit on me. “I loved you!” She ignored the sting I knew her hand must have felt every time it connected with my face and body. Hitting me anywhere she could.
I tried blocking each and every blow, driving her further to push and hit me harder. Taking out every malicious word I’d said to her, and years of pent-up anger with herself, on me.
“I fucking loved you!”
“Cutie, calm the fuck down,” I ordered, trying to grip onto her wrists.
“Fuck you!” she yelled, punching and shoving me more, the closer I came toward her. “You don’t know anything! Nothing!”
“Skyler, enough!”
Raising her hand up to slap me across the face, I gripped onto her wrist and spun her around before she could react. She lost her footing which only made it easier for me to carry her up into my arms. Striding over to the nearest car that appeared abandoned in a secluded corner of the alley.
“Stop it,” I warned, controlling her body from thrashing around. Pissing her off even more.
“You stop it! Put me down!”
And I did, slamming her ass on the hood. Taking ahold of both her wrists with my hand and placing them above her head. I pinned her down, and still she fought with every ounce of courage she had left in her.
“For fucks sake, stop!”
“No!”
“Well then, I’m just gonna havta fuck the fight right out of ya.”
“Don’t you dar—”
My lips crashed onto hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Demanding complete and utter control. She weakly thrashed around, and I held her tighter against my chest, kissing her fucking senseless.
Groaning against her lips, “Fuck… I missed you…”
Her frustrated screams were muffled by my mouth, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted her to. And the only place she was going was on my fucking cock. Loosening my grip, I slowly brushed my lips against hers.
Breathing out, “Say it again, Cutie.”
She turned her face away from my attack, but I gripped onto her chin forcing her to lock eyes with me. Needing her to see she wasn’t going to win this power struggle between us.
We were both panting profusely, drenched from head to toe from the storm that had only just started.
“Say it.”
“Why? It’s not going to change anything.”
I rubbed her bottom lip with my thumb, needing a minute to touch her. Aware that an eternity could have passed down the middle of us, and it still wouldn’t have been enough time.
To look at her.
Hold her.
Fucking feel her.
I missed her so fucking much, and she was right in front of me, right in my arms where she always belonged.
“It’s already changed everythin’.”
We stared at each other for what felt like hours, both of us lost in our own demons. Even after all these years, she still took my goddamn breath away. She was so fucking beautiful, so painfully fucking breathtaking. Laying there beneath me with her wet hair stuck to the sides of her face and her black eye makeup sliding down her red cheeks. Her pouty lips already swollen from my assault made her look like a gorgeous disaster, and I was just getting started.
“Please… baby, for me. Just say it for me,” I begged.
Her hands dug into my hair and her legs wrapped around my waist as she murmured, “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
I growled, slamming my mouth onto hers again.
Claiming her tongue.
Her mind.
Her heart.
Every last part of her body and soul.
She met each and every push and pull I expressed through my core, blanketing hers. I clutched onto the sides of her face, devouring her lips, her neck, her perfect fucking tits.
It was intense.
It was needy.
It was everything and so much more.
In an instant, I stripped off her flimsy fucking dress, tossing it on the wet hood. Making a mental note to throw it the fuck away later. My cock throbbed against my zipper, seeing her naked and helpless below me. Excruciatingly aching to empty my balls deep inside of her.
I groaned, my memories of her didn’t even compare to this.
To her.
She forcefully gripped onto the front of my soaked white shirt, yanking me closer like we weren’t close enough. Trying to mold us into one person, kissing me as if her life depended on it. She moaned into my mouth, frantically trying to gather her bearings from my tight hold. While both of our bodies shook with undeniable fucking desire. Every part of our reserve hammered all around us.
I slapped her ass, making her whimper before lifting her up to straddle my waist as I sat on the hood of the car. Our mouths collided again, unable to get enough of each other.
“Pull out my cock.”
Her hand immediately undid my belt, working my button and zipper, her fingers slipping from the downpour of rain washing away our sins for just one night. Unable to get them open fast enough. Finally, freeing my hard cock, she stroked it.
“Fuck,” I huskily snarled, biting her lip.
When she suddenly stopped and pulled away from me, my eyes popped open. Seeing her gazing down at my dick in her hand.
“You’re pierced?” she asked, entirely caught off guard.
I scoffed out a chuckle, I’d forgotten about that.
“Did you have this before?”
“No.”
“When did you get it done?”
“A few months ago.”
Her fingers slid up and down the three piercings on my shaft and then grazed the one through the head of my cock.
“Can these get lost inside me?”
“The only thing that’s going to get lost inside of you—” I kissed along her neck, gripping onto her ass, and in one hard thrust, I was balls deep in her pussy “—is my cock.”
She loudly moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“Don’t close your eyes. I want ya to look at me while you ride my dick,” I throatily rasped, sucking her tongue into my mouth. “Ride me, Skyler, ride me long and fuckin’ hard.”
She slowly rocked her hips until she got used to the feeling of my cock and piercings inside of her. Wrapping her arms around my neck, using me as leverage, she swayed her hips faster and harder. Causing her head to roll back, giving me access to her tits. I took her nipple into my mouth, kneading the other one, unable to get enough of her. Another moan escaped deep down in her throat. All I could hear was desire, as I fondled her breasts and sucked on her nipples.
“Noah…”
“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Fuck me. Fuck my cock like my good girl.”
Moving one of my hands to her clit, I worked her bundle of nerves, sending her over the edge. Her breathing escalated, and her cunt tightened, gripping my dick like a fucking vise. Vaguely feeling her shiver all around me as the rain picked up, pelting off the metal frame beneath us. She leaned in, kissing me more aggressively than before. I grabbed the back of her neck, wanting to bring her closer, needing her body to cover mine. Our lips moved on their own accord, no longer having control over our demanding movements.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” I groaned loudly against her parted lips as she hissed into mouth. Crying out but not saying a word.
I dug my fingers into her ass, rolling her hips to fuck me harder and faster, for her pleasure and mine. There was nothing sweet about what we did to each other. I kissed her jawline, to her neck, and deliberately made my way back to her lips. Thrusting my hips upward, feeling her g-spot on my tip of my cock.
My fucking sweet spot.
Her mouth dropped open.
“Right there, baby? That feel good, yeah?” I taunted, knowing damn well it fucking did.
“Noah… yes… right there… please… don’t stop… right there…”
Every thrust inside her, she felt the mass of my body’s movement, inching her a little higher each time. Savoring the velvety feel of my mouth claiming hers, her pussy throbbing against my shaft, and her g-spot pulsating along the head of my dick. Over and over again.
“I’m going to come,” she panted.
“So come, come on my fuckin’ cock.”
We were spiraling out of control in a heated frenzy from the feel of our mouths and bodies colliding. Coming together for the first time since she left me behind. She could feel it as much as I could. It was lingering in both of our chaotic minds.
Each thrust.
Every moan.
Brought back memories both of us could never forget. She fucked me harder and with more determination. I kissed her passionately with everything left inside of me, needing her to understand my agony of when she’d left me alone.
“Give it to me, Skyler.”
“Ah, Noah! I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming...”
Her knees buckled as her body fell forward. Her pussy squeezing the fuck out of my dick as she rode out her orgasm. I kissed and bit along her neck, leaving more marks on her perfect creamy skin. Never once letting up on my ruthless thrusts. She cried out some more, compressing her thighs with her release and clamping down on my cock again through another wave of ecstasy.
I drove in and out of her a few more times before I pulled away, needing to look into her eyes. Our bodies smacking from the skin-on-skin contact and rain that wasn’t letting up. Thunder crashing above us, mimicking our stride. My pace increased as I made her fuck me as hard as she could. I couldn’t help it, I loved taking her raw, and from the sounds escaping her, so did she. Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high, wanting to prolong her coming on my dick as long as I could.
“Say it.”
She breathlessly smiled and it lit up her entire face. “I love you, Noah. I’ve always loved you.”
Those eight words were my undoing, exactly the way I always knew they’d be.
Another growl escaped from deep within my chest as I came so fucking hard. Taking her over the edge with me. Our bodies went lax in the pouring rain, feeling the eternal connection, nothing could ever break.
Not the past.
Or the present.
Not even the future.
Not even the future.
We stayed like that for I don’t know how long before we went back to her hotel suite. As soon as we walked through the doors, she grabbed her phone and texted her fuck buddy that she was alive and well. While I tried like hell to pretend it didn’t bother me, I couldn’t help but rip her phone out of her hand and turn it off.
Possessively growling, “Mine” into her ear.
Once I was done proving my statement by fucking her mouth with my dick, we took a nice, long, hot shower together. Where I continued my lesson, getting on my knees and eating her pussy until she repeatedly squirted down the sides of my face. Begging, pleading, for me to stop.
I didn’t.
“Little girl, where did ya learn how to come like that?”
“You.”
We made love all over her suite, from the couch, to the kitchen counters, to the window that overlooked Sin City until we both passed the fuck out. Wrapped in one another’s arms with my cock still inside of her.
When she stirred awake the next morning, I had already been staring at her beautiful peaceful face for what felt like hours.
“Mornin’, Cutie.”
“I could get used to waking up to you every morning.”
“You were dry fuckin’ my leg in y
our sleep. Were you dream ’bout my pierced cock?”
“Maybe.” She smirked. “What made you pierce your dick anyway?”
“The pain.”
She bit her lip, not expecting me to say that.
“I ain’t got much bare skin left for more ink.”
Her eyes went to the name tattooed right over my heart, which wasn’t there before she left me. I caught her staring at it several times during the previous night.
“You got your nipples pierced too. Same reason?”
I nodded, grabbing her chin to look into my eyes instead.
“Maybe I should get my first tattoo? What should I get?”
Skimming my fingers over her lower stomach, just above her pussy. “Property of Noah, right here.”
She laughed. “Don’t I get my own cut with that on there or something?”
I arched an eyebrow, knowing she didn’t know shit about club life before.
“I love Sons of Anarchy.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.” She blushed.
“Still my favorite color on you, Cutie. So, Sons of Anarchy, huh? Why is that?”
“You know why.”
“Tell me anyways.”
“Jax reminds me of you.”
I smiled. “I fuckin’ love you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Say it again.”
“I. Fuckin’.” I got on top of her, caging her in with my arms. “Love. You.”
“So last night’s insults didn’t mean anything?”
“Do you honestly think it did?”
She shrugged, and I began rubbing my nose against hers, wanting to ease the pain I’d purposely caused. Not wanting to start another argument, I didn’t tell her that I did mean some of the shit I spewed last night. Mostly, about the part of hating and loving her so goddamn much.
“You’ve never treated me that badly before.”
“You’ve never pissed me off that badly before. Besides you had help.”
“Eli isn’t—”
I kissed her. “You think I wanna talk ’bout another man when you’re in my arms and I’m ’bout to fuck your pussy?”
She didn’t say shit, but I could tell she wanted to ask me something, and she was holding back.