by J. L. Beck
With little effort, I lift her pelvis so I hit that spot deep inside her, that magic spot that draws the loudest moans out of her.
It doesn't take her long to come apart. I watch her face closely as she does. Her nose wrinkles, and her mouth parts slightly while her body shimmers and shakes.
She is so fucking beautiful, it hurts. Seeing her like this is the icing on the cake. I want to see her like this every day, and I will if I can help it.
After coming so close to losing her today, I find I need to make one thing clear, with myself, with us. “I’m done wasting time, pushing you away and pretending we are not meant for each other. We might have grown up in different worlds, but we found our way to each other and that's all that matters,” I grit out, my jaw tight, my body shaking.
Elyse arches her hips upward, her walls still pulsating around me from her own orgasm when mine finally slams into me.
Blackness overtakes my vision, and I squeeze Elyse to my chest, afraid she may disappear if I don't.
Fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life. My balls draw together and my whole body spasms as I empty myself into the depth of her pussy. I slump on top of her, completely spent, putting almost all my body weight on her, but she doesn't seem to mind.
Her soft fingers trace the tattoos on my arms. I don’t want to move, and I definitely don’t want to pull out of her.
“We didn’t use a condom,” she whispers, sounding neither nervous nor angry.
“I know.” I probably should have asked her if this was okay first, but I just don’t want there to be anything between us. Not even a thin layer of latex. If she gets pregnant, I'll take care of her…and our baby.
After a few minutes, I find the strength to roll over, taking Elyse with me so she’s laying on top of me instead of the other way around.
“Goodnight, baby,” I whisper into her hair before I fall into the deepest sleep I’ve ever experienced.
Chapter Eighteen
Elyse
My phone ringing drags me out of the most amazing sleep of my life. My limbs are entangled with Hero’s, and he’s breathing heavily into my hair, his breath tickling my neck.
It takes me a while to get free from the weight of his heavy arm slung across my body. By some miracle, I get free without waking him up.
I grab my phone from the floor and check who’s calling me so early. Could be Tasha, though I doubt it. My mom maybe? My eyes glance over the screen. It is, in fact, my mother.
Sneaking out of the room, I don't answer the phone until I’m in the living room. The last thing I want to do is wake Hero up.
“Hello?” I try to keep my voice down.
“Elyse, it’s your mother.”
I roll my eyes. I know who you are, and even if I didn’t, my caller ID would tell me.
“I’m at your dorm. I was hoping we could grab some breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m at...a friend’s house.” I hate lying, but technically, I’m not. You can be in love with someone and that person could still be your friend, right?
“Why don’t you meet me at that coffee place on the corner?” my mom says without missing a beat. But something about what she says doesn’t seem right.
Normally, she would have questioned my whereabouts by now. Has she finally realized I’m not a child anymore? I doubt that. All of this seems strange, even for her. “The Starbucks? Yes, sure, I can meet you there in, say, twenty minutes?” Maybe even thirty. I smile to myself. That’s what she gets for showing up unannounced…again.
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” She hangs up, and I shake my head. She’s acting weird, and the fact that she’s here to see me without my father is even stranger.
I sneak back into the bedroom to check on Hero. Cracking the door, I peer inside. Thankfully, he’s still sleeping peacefully, just like a baby. As I stare at him, I debate whether I should let him sleep or wake him up.
The blanket is only covering him up to his belly button. His muscular chest, broad shoulders, and well-defined arms are exposed and on display. I wipe at my mouth as if I’m drooling.
Holy hell, I never knew a man could be so gorgeous.
My eyes make their way up to his face, relaxed in his sleep. With his constant frown gone, he appears years younger. It’s a look I could get used to seeing on his face.
Watching him sleeping so peacefully, I decide to let him be. I know he might be angry to discover I left without letting him know or waking him, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. I do not want my mother to see him and put him down some more. I’d rather skip that scene altogether. And honestly, I shouldn't really be gone that long. I continue to contemplate my options. I don’t want to make Hero angry, not after everything last night.
I nibble on my bottom lip. Maybe I could just go see my mom really quick, pick up coffee for us both, and be back before he even wakes up? And even if he wakes up before I get back, surely he wouldn’t be mad at me for getting coffee, right?
I softly sigh. I know what I have to do…
Grabbing my bag, I make my way into the bathroom and make myself presentable for the outside world. When I’m done, I peek into the bedroom one last time. I smile to myself as I eyeball him once more.
Nope, hasn’t moved an inch.
I’m nearly out the door when I have the bright idea to leave a note. Signing with a heart under my name, I scribble a note on a piece of paper I found on the counter telling Hero where I’m going. I leave it on the kitchen table where he can see it right away and head out to see my mom. I walk briskly and make it there in just under twenty minutes from the time she called, but that doesn't stop my mother from scowling at me like I’m an hour late.
When I sit down across from her at one of the small tables, I notice her looking past my shoulder. It seems like she’s expecting someone else to show up.
Curious, I too turn my head, scanning the crowd. No familiar faces or abnormal people catch my eye, so I turn back around. Clearly, my mother’s paranoia is getting the best of her.
“So, Elyse, I came here to talk to you about something.”
I blink, annoyance slamming into me. She talks to me like I'm dumb and incapable of my own thinking. As if I didn’t know she came here to talk to me about something. Most parents come to visit their kids because they miss them. My mother comes to tell me something.
“Something you couldn't tell me over the phone?” I question, my brow raised.
“Elyse...” She leans forward and reaches across the table like she is about to take my hand in hers.
Nope, not doing that. Pulling my hand away before her fingers can even graze mine, I straighten myself.
My mom clears her throat, looking slightly hurt. She then pulls her hand back and places it in her lap before continuing. “Elyse, I really think you need to take a good look at yourself and reflect on what you are doing here. People at church have been talking about you, about us. Who do you think is going to marry you if you are impure?” she mumbles over the word as if just saying it out loud will make her a bad person.
With her insults hanging in the air, I stare into her unapologetic eyes, my mouth hanging wide open. “Mom, first of all, it’s none of your business what I’m doing before marriage. Second, I don’t care what the people at church think about me...or you, for that matter. Also, please stop showing up unannounced just to try guilting me into coming home.” By now, I’m seething with rage. Had I known this would be a guilt fest, I’d have just stayed in bed with Hero.
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, I just want you to come home and be with your family...where you belong. Your siblings miss you too, you know. Come home before it’s too late.” My mom is clearly struggling to keep her voice calm after my little outburst.
Unfortunately, for both of us, I have already reached the end of my rope.
“I belong here...with Hero. I am not coming home, and since you are so concerned with my virginity and being pure, I’ll have you know I’ve lost that already.”
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br /> Apparently, that wasn’t the right thing to say. My mother sucks in a sharp breath and her face goes crimson. She jumps up from her seat, just to slam her hands down on the table with a loud smack, alerting everyone in the building.
All eyes are on us as my mom leans toward me, and yells, “You should be ashamed of yourself, being a disgrace to our family. I can’t believe I’ve raised such a whore.”
My whole body freezes. I can’t even blink, but it only takes me about five seconds to compose myself and decide this is the last straw for me. I can’t keep subjecting myself to this behavior. I left for college for a reason. I was lucky I got out and don’t have to deal with this—them. Not anymore.
“I don’t want to see you here ever again.” Surprised at how I even manage my voice to come out, I get up and march out the door.
Without thinking about it, I use my hand with the hurt wrist to push the door open. A sharp pain radiates through my arm, reminding me of my mistake.
I grit my teeth and keep walking. Right now, I welcome that pain. I’d rather concentrate on that than thinking about what my mom just said to me.
Rage simmers deep inside me. She didn’t even ask about my wrist, or acknowledge it, for that matter. What kind of mother does that?
She had to have seen it, but clearly, her concern for my wellbeing is not the most important thing. All she’s worried about is what people might think about her...about my family, about my purity.
Walking back to Hero’s place takes me half the time since I’m basically speed walking. I should have never answered that call. I could have stayed in bed with Hero, instead of allowing my mom to tell me what a horrible person I am.
It isn’t until I’m in front of Hero’s door I realize I don’t have a key to his place. God, this is just getting worse by the second. Lifting my hand to the bell, I’m just about to press it when the door swings open.
A now fully dressed Hero rushes out so quickly, he almost knocks me over.
I blink while steadying myself.
“Elyse, what the fuck?”
Before I have a chance to respond, or do a thing, his arms engulf me in a bear hug, pulling me to his chest so tightly, I can hardly breathe. The air in my lungs stills, and I wonder if he’s just happy to see me.
He lets go of me, just enough to be able to pull me into the house and shut the door behind us. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I told you not to go anywhere by yourself.”
Caught off guard by his angry tone, I try to take a step back, but there’s nowhere to go. Hero still has one hand on my forearm, his fingers wrapped around my wrist like an iron shackle that won’t budge. “I’m sorry. I thought I would be back before you woke up,” I pout.
“Is that supposed to make it better? Do you not understand what it would do to me if something happened to you? Don’t you understand what you mean to me?” His eyes are frantic, his face full of worry.
At first glance, Hero seems nothing besides furious. But underneath that anger, I can feel the longing, love, and desperation. Without even thinking, I do the only thing I can in this moment…
I kiss him.
Our lips clash together furiously as the beginning of an all-consuming passionate kiss.
I moan into his mouth while my fingers find their way into his thick black hair. My body arches into his touch as his warmth welcomes me.
His hands are already roaming my body, caressing my backside, tugging and pulling, gripping and holding. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t pull away fully. Instead, he picks me up and carries me to the edge of the couch.
Still breathless from the kiss, I try to figure out what he’s doing.
As soon as my feet hit the floor, his hands roughly pull my jeans and panties down to my knees. He doesn’t even bother to let me step out of them before he turns me to face the couch and bends me over it.
“Hero…” I try to get up, but his hand is between my shoulder blades, pushing my face down into the couch. Panic creeps in on me like a summer rainstorm and I seriously think about screaming. I have to remind myself this is Hero behind me. Even though he’s mad at me right now, he would never actually hurt me.
Putting all my trust in him, I stay still and listen as he unbuckles and unzips his pants. The smooth tip of his dick nudges against my entrance. As he leans into me, I feel his hot breath at my ear. “Is this what you want? Are you trying to make me mad? Do you want me to remind you who you belong to?”
“I-I didn’t…” At first, I just can’t find the right words, then he slams into me, burying himself so deeply, I lose the ability to speak.
He doesn't stop or slow down to wait for me to adjust to his length. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place.
I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, my hands grasping the couch for dear life. I let him take me the way he wants, knowing full well if I ask him to stop, he will. But I don’t want him to stop.
The surprise and pain quickly disappear into thin air, leaving me with nothing besides intense pleasure. His cock slams into me savagely, his fingers hold onto me with a bruising grip. I feel satisfied, cared for, possessed. There’s something so raw about this, it awakens a primal side of me.
And just like that, I come fast and hard.
Hero doesn’t slow, though. He thrusts his hips harder, faster, pumping into me through my orgasm, intensifying it to the point where my vision blurs. I don’t know how long he keeps this up. Time seems to stand still. After a while, I can feel myself being pushed to yet another peak. The pleasure is insane as my body shakes at the roughness of his touch.
“You going to come for me again?” Hero leans over, pressing his sweat covered body onto mine, and reaches around me. His fingers find my clit, making me scream out his name. I can feel every single muscle in his body tense. He’s dragging this out, enjoying every single stroke inside me.
“That’s it...milk my cock, baby.”
His crude words combined with his dick buried so deep inside me while his fingers play rigorously against my clit send me into a frenzy. I thought the last orgasm he gave me was intense, but this is out of this world. I can feel every fiber in my body all at once, all joined in one mind-blowing euphoria. Air, my heart beating, none of those things matter.
I never want this feeling to end.
I want to stay in this place of bliss and happiness forever.
I’m faintly aware of Hero grunting and groaning behind me as he pounds into me one last time before stiffening, his hot cum fills me to the brim. He pulses inside me for a short time before relaxing on top of me.
He gets off me a few minutes later, when my heart has finally slowed to a normal beat. I don’t understand how he’s able to make his body work after what we just did. My limbs feel like cooked spaghetti. There’s no way I’ll be able to get up any time soon.
I hear Hero leave the room, then water running in the distance.
Is he taking a shower?
Footsteps approach a moment later, and two strong arms slide underneath me to pull me up. I’m back on my feet, looking up at Hero as he gazes down at me, his expression full of concern, and maybe a little guilt. “Are you okay?” His lips ghost against my forehead.
His warm body encompasses me. I want to snuggle into his chest and never leave. “Yes, just a little weak in the knees.” Even my voice sounds drained. I feel like I could sleep another twelve hours if he’d let me.
“Okay. Let’s get you into the bath.”
That sounds like a great idea. My thighs rub together, and I feel Hero’s release sticky against my skin. “I don’t think I can walk right now.”
At my admission, Hero just picks me up like I’m a small child and carries me into the bathroom. I’m still shocked at his strength to just move me around like I weigh nothing.
My thoughts shift as he steps into the tub and lowers both of us into the water. It’s hot, and burns my skin slightly, but feels glorious with each second that passes. Positioning us just like last
time, he takes the spot behind me and pulls my back flush to his chest.
Unable to even hold up my head, it bobs back, rolling back onto his shoulder. My hair sticks to his sweaty chest.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough with you. I didn’t mean to be. I just—I thought I lost you and something overtook me. It won’t happen again,” he murmurs into my hair. His lips feel like heaven, and I want to do it all over again.
“You scared me for a moment, but mostly because I didn’t know what you were doing. Then—I don’t know, I started to like it, and by the end, it was great,” I say shyly. I feel weird admitting that to him…or myself, for that matter.
What does that say about me?
“Is it weird I liked it?”
“No, not at all. A lot of girls like it rough.”
His words make me cringe and think about what Damon said yesterday.
Is that what he wants? A girl who likes it rough, who wants to be manhandled? Though I liked it, I don’t think I’d want to do it like that all the time. My thoughts swirl crazily now. I feel jealous and don’t really understand why. I know I shouldn't be jealous of the girls Hero slept with before he even knew me, but I can’t help how I feel.
“Is that what you want?” I ask him. I need to know more now, after experiencing his dominant side. “Do you like to be rough with me? Is that what you’d want all the time?”
I can feel him shift nervously behind me as his body stiffens uncomfortably. He gives me an answer before he even starts speaking, and that hurts. It really hurts. “I do, but I don’t want to hurt you…ever. I’m scared of losing you, Elyse. I’m terrified of hurting you or scaring you, and if me being rough does either of those things, I’ll just learn to deal with it.”
What does deal with it mean?
Is he just not going to be satisfied, or is he going to satisfy himself? Or maybe he’ll find someone else who does like it that way to get him off. Every impossibly bad scenario runs through my mind.