Rust

by J. M. Walker

  When he left abruptly, I knew something was seriously wrong.

  “Is he coming back?” Meeka asked later that evening.

  “I’m not sure.” I glanced at my phone in my hand. “He had a hard morning. His sister’s in the hospital.”

  “Oh, God.” Meeka gasped. “Is she okay?”

  “I can only assume. He hasn’t told me anything.” I asked. I pleaded for him to tell me something. To open up and give me a little bit of him so I could help him. But he wouldn’t. And as much as it should have pissed me off, it broke my heart instead.

  “I didn’t know he had a sister.” Asher frowned, taking a swig of his bottle of water.

  “I’m sure there’s many things you don’t know about him,” I mumbled, remembering Luna. Did the rest of the guys from Vice-One know about her? They were all private about their lives outside of the squad but I knew Stone needed his brothers. “Listen, there’s things I can’t tell you. Not that I know everything. But I know he needs you guys. All of you. Just ... I don’t know. Maybe ask him if he’s okay without using those words exactly? I don’t know.” My cheeks burned. “I’m sorry. I’m rambling.”

  “You’re worried.” She gave me a sad smile before looking up at Asher. “Will you do that?”

  “Of course, hummingbird.” He kissed her head. “I know how being closed up can affect someone.” His deep blue eyes met mine. “I’ll do what I can but he’s worse than Coby. I don’t think it’ll do much but ...” He shrugged. “You never know.”

  “Thank you.” I blew out a slow breath. “That’s all I can ask for. I—” My phone rang, startling me. Stone’s handsome face flashed across my screen. “Stone?” I greeted him. “Are you okay?”

  “Are you still at Asher and Meeka’s?” he asked, ignoring my question.

  “Yes.” I could take care of myself but I also wasn’t stupid. “Are you coming here?”

  “Do you want me to?” he asked, his voice lowering.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” I headed upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me. “Where are you?”

  “Around.”

  “Stone, come back here. We can talk. I can ... I can make you feel better,” I suggested, sitting on the edge of my bed. “I can give you what you need.”

  “Yeah.” He chuckled, the dark sound vibrating through me. “Because sex is the only thing that can make us feel better.”

  “Stone.” I frowned, gripping my phone tight in my hand. “What’s going on?” When no reply came, I stood from the bed. “Stone? Talk to me. Where are you?” When there was no response, my heart jumped. “Stone. Sto—”

  The door to the bedroom crashed opened, revealing a disheveled Stone. He closed the door behind him, clicking the lock into place.

  My stomach did a little flip at the sound.

  Putting my phone on the dresser, I swallowed hard at the heat in his dark eyes.

  His hair was unkempt, like he had been finger combing it for hours. His stance was rigid and rough. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

  We didn’t speak. We didn’t move. We only stared. Seconds, maybe even minutes ticked by without a word from either of us. I wasn’t sure what would come of this moment but when Stone leaned his head from side to side, causing a slight crack to sound throughout the room, I almost fell to my knees and begged him to take whatever it was he needed from me.

  My body reacted to him. The submissive inside of me screamed out for the Dom in him to control me in ways neither of us had experienced. He had told me he didn’t need BDSM but I knew at this moment, he did. He needed to control me.

  His tongue swiped along his bottom lip, his dark eyes roaming down the length of my body before snapping back up to my face.

  My body flushed with a heat I had never felt before. Every inch of me came alive at the mere intensity of him staring at me.

  He took a step toward me. The cords in his neck pulsed. Something happened. Something bad. Stone had reminded me of my brother in the fact he felt the need to take care of everything himself. But there was one thing that made them different. Stone looked out for me first. My brother, on the other hand, only thought of himself.

  “Come here.” Stone’s voice was rough, like he had just gargled with shards of broken glass.

  “No.” I licked my parched lips. This was a game I surely wouldn’t win but I would have fun trying.

  “No?” he questioned, the word coming out more like a snarl. “You’re denying me, little girl?”

  Holy fucking balls. Thoughts traveled quickly through my mind. My gaze landed at his waist. The heavy weight between his legs became more pronounced. It seemed someone liked when I said no. “Yes.”

  “Are you sure about that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “You come here,” I said, ignoring the ache between my legs at the threat in his tone.

  Amusement flashed behind his dark gaze. “No.”

  “Are you denying me, little boy?” I threw back at him, playing into his game.

  “Yes.” He lifted his head, inhaling deep. “I bet my life savings that you’re wet right now. If I swiped my tongue between your legs, you would come apart instantly. Wouldn’t you?”

  My knees shook. With shaky fingers, I brushed them along the waist of my jeans. His eyes followed my movements.

  “Tell me how wet you are,” he said, taking another step toward me.

  I popped open the button on my jeans, pulled down the zipper, and turned away from him. I knew I had lost but I didn’t mind. Something had happened. Something where he needed me to help him out of his head and when he crashed into me, I knew this would be rough.

  Stone wrapped his arms around me, his hips pushed into my ass. The erection he sported between his legs was thick, twitching and growing for me the more he rubbed against my rear.

  His hand cupped my chin, pulling my head back while his other massaged and kneaded my breasts. He pinched and pulled at my nipples, the burning pain rushing through me.

  Pushing me up against my dresser, the items fell off and onto the floor. His fingers gripped my hair, tugging my head back to the point of painful.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to feel me for the rest of your damn life.” He released me. “Don’t move.”

  I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribcage.

  Stone ripped my jeans down my legs.

  I kicked them off of me, standing there in my tank top and red thong.

  “Fuck.” His mouth kissed up the back of my legs, his hands massaging and kneading my flesh. “I can’t get enough of you, Creena.”

  My body shook. Gripping the edge of the dresser, I waited, needing him to take from me whatever it was he needed. I would do anything to make him feel better, and if it meant submitting completely, I would.

  “What did I tell you about wearing panties?” His teeth sunk into the cheek of my ass.

  I cried out, the pain heating me from the inside out.

  “You like that, baby girl.” Moving my thong to the side, his tongue swiped over my soaked center. “Hmm, you like that a lot.”

  I shook, trembling against him as his tongue flicked back and forth over my swollen pussy.

  Stone dug his fingers into my ass, spreading my cheeks, and shoved his face against me. I cried out, bucking into him.

  “So fucking delicious,” he growled, his voice rumbling right into my soul. His mouth moved to the tight spot that was made just for him. Every inch of me came alive. The harder he sucked, the higher I became.

  “Stone,” I whined. “Please.”

  He rose to his full height, standing behind me. His palm landed against my ass. “Tell me you like it.”

  Our gaze met in the reflection of the mirror. His dark. Mine stormy. My pupils dilated the longer we stared at each other. “I like it. I like it so fucking much.”

  “Tell me you want me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me.”

  I licked my lips, waiting, but remained silent. The
sadistic part of me wanted to see him lose it but the masochist in me wanted him to rip me apart. It was a battle of personalities. The switch persona I had come to learn and accept over the years.

  “Creena.” Stone gripped my hair, pulling my head back at the same time he ripped my thong off of me. “Tell me.”

  “No.”

  Stone landed a hard swat against my ass. “Creena, damnit. Tell me how much you need my fat cock filling this tight little pussy.” He reached between us, pulling his dick free from the confines of his sweat pants. “I’m only going to ask you one more time.”

  I laughed, shaking against him. “You’re not asking me, baby boy.”

  “No, I’m not.” He thrust into me so damn hard, my body rose into the air. I swallowed a scream, spots dancing in my vision at the delicious invasion.

  “Tell me,” he snarled, wrapping his hand around my throat. “Tell me how much you crave my cock. How you need to submit to me. Tell me.”

  ***

  (Stone)

  I was losing control. It was slipping from the very fingertips pressed into the flesh of Creena’s ass. I needed the words to leave her lips. I needed her permission before I did what I wanted to do to her. I needed her consent before I completely ripped her apart.

  “Creena, damnit.” With my cock seated deep in her hot cunt, I didn’t move but pushed instead. “I need to hear your words.”

  Her eyes widened, her dark pupils dilating even more. “Holy fuck.” She gasped for air. “Oh, shit. God, you’re so deep.”

  I pushed even more, the core of her body sucking and gripping me in a vice-like grip.

  Her body shook, a sheen of sweat coating her brow.

  A whimper fell from her lips, her face morphing into a wince of pain before a scream caressed my ears. “Oh, Stone. Deeper, please, give it to me deeper.”

  “Say it, Creena. Give me permission to do whatever I want.”

  “Yes,” she yelled out. “God, yes. I give you permission. Please.”

  “That’s it, Creena.” I pulled out almost all the way before slamming into her so damn hard, she lost her grip on the dresser. Wrapping my arm around her chest, I held her against me and fucked the shit out of her cunt.

  ***

  (Creena)

  Every inch of me throbbed, burning with a delicious pain I had never experienced before. I could feel him all over me. Inside of me. In the deepest part of myself I had never given to anyone. He owned my very being.

  Stone fucked me so hard, my soul screamed.

  With his hand wrapped around my throat, he kissed and licked my neck, keeping his gaze locked with mine in the reflection of the mirror. His pelvis hit my ass after each violent thrust, his cock hitting the deepest part of me.

  “Watch me, Creena,” he demanded, his husky voice caressing my ear. “Watch me own you.” He kicked my legs further apart, lifting my feet off the floor and thrust into me. “Watch me own every single inch of you.” He leaned back, cupped my shoulder, and pounded into me with a fervor I had come to crave from him.

  In a matter of seconds, euphoria slammed into me, exploding into a violent wave of passion.

  “Scream for me.” His touch became rougher as he forced me over that edge. “Scream, Creena.”

  I chewed my lips, knowing we weren’t alone in the house.

  “Fuck, Creena.” He smacked my ass. “I don’t give a shit if you can be heard. Scream.”

  The sound that left my mouth was unlike anything I had heard before. His name left my lips to the point my voice cracked, my throat burning from the overuse.

  Stone shook behind me, his cock twitching inside of me before pouring its release into my body. He shouted out my name, his fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck.”

  When my heart calmed down, I turned my head, needing his mouth on mine.

  He took the hint and kissed me. But something was different this time around. It was slow and passionate while his touch remained rough.

  I pushed him back and turned in his arms.

  He lifted me, kicked off his pants, and moved me to the bed. Taking off the rest of his clothes, he helped me out of my shirt and was back on me before I could take my next breath.

  AFTER PASSING OUT a couple hours later, I woke when Stone stirred beside me. His nose brushed into the crook of my neck. His body was tense, his arms holding me tight against him.

  “Stone,” I mumbled, running my fingers through the hair at his nape. The strands were soaked. My heart jumped. “Stone,” I said, my voice firm when I realized he was having a nightmare.

  He groaned, pushing onto his forearms.

  “Hey.” I brushed his bangs off his forehead. “Wake up. You’re having a bad—”

  His fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing until the air was sucked from my lungs.

  “Stone,” I croaked, gasping for breath. “Wake up.” I pushed against him but his hold was too strong for me. He was dreaming, having some sort of damn nightmare I couldn’t wake him from. “Stone.” I kicked at him, struggling beneath his grip. “Please. Stone, stop.” My vision faded in and out. “Stop,” I yelled as loud as I could muster with his hand wrapped around my neck when suddenly, he was pulled from me.

  “What the ever-loving fuck?” Asher boomed, shoving Stone up against the wall.

  Meeka rushed to my side. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I said through the racing of my heart. I grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around me. “Asher.” I left the bed and stopped him before he beat Stone where he stood.

  “What the fuck?” Stone swung at Asher.

  “Stop.” I pushed between them. “Asher, I’m fine. Stop.”

  “Asher.” Meeka came up to her boyfriend’s side. “Hey.”

  His shoulders lifted and fell as he took ragged breaths. “Care to explain why I heard shouting? Creena was yelling for you to stop. And then I walk in with your hands wrapped around her throat.”

  Stone stiffened beside me. He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Tell me I didn’t.”

  “You did,” I whispered.

  “Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a nightmare.”

  “Why can’t one of us be fucking normal?” Asher grumbled. “Listen, I love you, man, but you have to get that shit under control. If I hear your girl telling you to stop again and you don’t?” Asher sneered. “I’ll make this damn Organization look like rainbows and butterflies compared to what I’ll do to you.”

  “Fuck.” Stone wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

  “Creena.” Meeka looked between us, ignoring Asher’s threat. “You good?”

  “Yeah.” I moved in front of Stone, shielding his nakedness from our friends. “I’m fine.”

  “Okay.” She bit her bottom lip. “We’ll be downstairs watching a movie. I can’t sleep.” She tugged Asher’s arm when he didn’t move. “Let’s go, baby.”

  Asher looked between us both, let out a hard sigh, and followed his girlfriend out of the room.

  I closed the door behind them and slowly turned back to Stone. I pulled the sheet tighter around my body. “I think we need to talk.”

  “I need a shower,” he said, heading to the bathroom.

  I followed behind him. “You need to tell me what the hell just happened and why you almost choked me.” I smacked his arm when he didn’t respond. “Stone, talk to me.”

  “What, Creena?” he yelled, spinning on me. “What the fuck do you want me to say? I don’t remember my dream. All right? Just let it go.”

  “As fucking if.” I moved in front of him, shoving him back. “Tell me why you have nightmares then. Tell me what the hell happened last night. Tell me something. Anything.”

  “Everyone has nightmares,” he pointed out.

  “Right, but not like that. You almost choked me. Asher had to come in and pull you off of me. What the hell would have happened if he wouldn’t have been here, Stone? I’m strong but even I know I couldn’t fight you off of
me.”

  He looked away.

  “No.” I stood in front of him, grabbing his arm. “You don’t get to look away.”

  “Creena.”

  “Look at me.”

  He met my gaze.

  I swallowed hard at the heavy emotion hiding behind his eyes. “Talk to me. Please.”

  His jaw ticked. Before I knew what was happening, he had me in his arms and his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

  My heart thumped. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I held him against me. “You need to tell me what happened. Give me something.”

  Stone pushed me into the bathroom and flipped on the light. “Fuck,” he breathed, brushing his fingers over the soft skin of my throat.

  I glanced in the mirror, my stomach flipping at the sight before me. Dark bruises were already starting to form on my neck. I let out a sigh, covering his hand with mine, and kissed his knuckles. “Tell me why you have these dreams or what happened last night.”

  Stone lifted me onto the counter and stepped between my knees, leaning his forehead against mine. “Luna’s mother and I had known each other since we were kids. She was Aria’s best friend for a while but after my sister went off to college, they stopped talking and drifted apart. Sienna and I had become close, using each other to satisfy the itch whenever we were bored. It didn’t do shit. That darkness already started eating away at me.

  “I had already been in the military a year at this point and saw some shit.” He swallowed hard, running his thumb over my collarbone. “Anyway, I used Sienna. I wasn’t attracted to her. It was a dick move on my part but I only wanted her because she had a pussy. I didn’t care at that point who it was. Well, fast forward two months and she got pregnant.” Stone laughed, lost in his memories. “You all think Dale reacted badly to Max’s news.” He shook his head. “I ended up trashing Sienna’s house. I lost it to the point I blacked out. I never told anyone. Until now. The guys don’t even know.”

  The anxiety twisting my gut only tightened the more he spoke. Hearing Stone talk about his past was like he brought me back in time with him. I would be his strength, no matter what he told me.