by Mansi Negi
His hands moved up my stomach and over my breasts, squeezing them, before he grabbed the thin white material covering me in both hands and ripped it apart letting my breasts fall loose.
His mouth began to ravage them, licking and sucking my nipples. His hands kneaded the soft tissue making me moan out his name.
His hands moved lower as he bucked his hips now in response to my body rubbing against him.
He laced a finger under the thin piece of lace that separated his bucking hips from mine and gave a little tug, and just like that, the outfit I'd bought for him to tear off of me had served its purpose.
"Please baby, I need you." I panted against his lips.
"Tell me what you need from me Lyla. Say it." He groaned, pulling away from me, a look of deep concentration on his face.
"I need you to make love to me, please Jonas." I leaned toward him to kiss him more and he grabbed the handcuffs at my wrists holding me back.
"No..." he said, making me groan.
"Jonas." His name was a breathless plea on my lips.
"I'm not going to make love to you Lyla... I'm going to fuck you... I'm going to fuck the shit out of you over and over and over again, until you crave my dick, until you need it like you need sleep and water."5
I felt a slight uneasiness run down my spine at the feral look his face held.
His free hand fisted the blanket like he were angry, like he were holding back rage.
Maybe I had made him wait too long and he had lost his mind completely. Whatever the case, I knew I wanted him, needed him inside of me right now.
"Fuck me then Jonas." I said, nervously adjusting myself in his lap. With that, in one fluid motion he had flipped me around on to my back, my arms burned beneath our weight, the cuffs pressed into my lower back just above my ass, and I whimpered at the pain as he shoved my legs apart and stared down at me like a wild animal.
He brushed the tip of his cock against my slit and slowly pushed the first bit of himself inside.4
"God damn it... are you a fucking virgin?"
He growled down at me.
"No..." I said back, trying to relax at his size, stretching me to max capacity.
"How are you so fucking tight then? You've got to relax, you're squeezing me too tight, I won't be able to put it all the way in." He said, letting his face take on a softer look that his breathing did not adjust for, as he slowly began to pump against me.
"It's just been a while." I said, focusing on relaxing my body.
"How long?" He asked, distracting me from the fact that he was slowly easing more of himself deeper into my body.
"A year." I said, feeling a burning sensation as he began the slow rhythmic movement of bringing himself in and out of my body.
"How many times?" He asked, looking pained by the slowness of movement he was making. I turned my head to the side, trying not to make eye contact as I responded.
"Once." I said quietly, the flush of embarrassment covering my body.1
"Christ, no wonder you feel completely untouched. Relax baby, I'm going to push in all the way." He whispered at my ear.
"You're not in all the way now?" I felt my eyes go wide as he pushed himself in deeper, filling me even more than I thought was possible.
He gave me a second to adjust to the new sensation of his invading member.
The slow burn settled and I rocked my hips slightly against him. It felt odd, not good, not terrible.1
"You ok?" He asked as he began to pump in and out of me more quickly.
"Yes, just... mmmm." He hit a spot somewhere inside of me that made me moan.
"Go slow for a minute, until I get used to it." I finished.
"I'll try, but stop moaning like that or I'm going to cum before we get started Lyla." He rocked more slowly, closing his eyes and fisting his hands again beside me at the comforter.
His head fell back and a long drawn out moan that made him sound like he was enjoying this very much left his mouth. My body slowly rubbed against the handcuffs and my wrists burned, making the pain of being overly full of Jonas much more tolerable.
As he continued his rhythm it started to feel good, I felt the blossom of tightness begin to form in my lower belly.
"Faster Jonas." I whispered, bucking my hips to meet his movements, trying to hit whatever spot inside me that had me feeling the beginnings of tightness that only meant pure bliss was just around the corner.
"You sure?" He looked down at me, beginning to pick up his pace.
"Yes, and harder, fuck me Jonas."
Who was I right now? Begging to be fucked. I was so certain we would be making love to each other passionately tonight for our first time.
Not that I hated what was happening, but it felt so impersonal the way he was driving into me, not kissing me, or touching me, just doing exactly what he had said he was going to do.1
I lifted my hips one last time as I felt my release take over and I began to convulse around Jonas.
"Holy shit Lyla!" He yelled out as I felt my walls crushing against his size.
Again and again they convulsed as I cried out, milking against his cock until he pulled out of me and began to pump himself, emptying completely on my stomach.
Surprising me, he grabbed a towel from the hook on the bathroom door and wiped me clean.2
"Again." He demanded in a growl, ignoring the fact that I was spent and ripping me up from the bed, flipping me around.
He grabbed my hands behind my back by the handcuffs, forcing me on to my knees and pushing my head down into the pillows.
Without warning, he slammed into me from behind and I cried out in pain. "God baby, you're so tight, so unbelievably tight. You've wrecked any other pussy for me ever." He moaned against the back of my head.
He continued to plough himself into me, his breathing growing ragged. I tried to keep tears from burning my eyes, but this felt wrong.
"Please stop Jonas." I managed to get out in between his relentless thrusting.
He slowed, pulling himself from my body as he wrapped his hand around himself and pumped against his erection until he was coming again, this time into the towel.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he lifted the handcuffs off of my wrists.
"Are you mad at me or something?" I asked as I turned to face him, bringing the blanket up to cover my body.
"What? No, why?" He asked, looking at me with clear annoyance on his face.
"You're just acting really cold and distant. I love you Jonas..." I said, moving forward toward him, and bringing my hands to either side of his face.
"Please tell me if I've done something wrong. Is it because of Tyler, because I haven't talked to him at all this week. Just to wish him a happy birthday this morning." I searched his eyes. Hoping to find my answer there.
"No of course it's not Tyler." He furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Did I not make you feel good Lyla?" He asked, looking hurt.
"Yes, Jonas, you were amazing... it's not the sex... it's just that. I just wanted more of you... more of us... you haven't even told me you love me tonight. I just feel like somethings off with you." I took his hands in mine and looked at his face.3
"I love you Lyla. I'm sorry... I'm not trying to piss you off." He looked really confused and I wondered if it was me.
If I'd just put too much pressure on him and I to have this perfect all consuming love making and now I was ruining a good thing because it didn't meet my expectations.
"No, I'm sorry... it's probably just me." I said, stroking the back of his hand and leaning forward to grab the hem of his sweater and climb under with him.
My head popped out of the neck hole next to his. "I really do love this sweater." I laughed and he did too. I snuggled my body against his, enjoying the skin to skin contact, and he wrapped his arms around me soothingly.
"Do you want to go to bed?" He asked. "You were up early and it's already after nine." He kissed my cheek as I moved to pull myself out of his sweater. His arms wra
pped around me again.
"No stay in here with me. I love having your naked body against mine like this." He smiled at my cheek, as he moved us to the pillow and wrapped his arms around me.
"Lyla." Jonas whispered as we lay there falling asleep.
"Yes?" I asked, enjoying the heat radiating from his body through mine.
"Thank you for making this the best birthday I've ever had." He whispered at my temple. "I really do love you... and I meant what I said about you ruining any other pussy for me." He laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"I really do love you too, Jonas." I whispered back, bringing my palms to rest on his pecs inside the shirt, before falling asleep.
Kill him
Jonas’ point of view
I was so fucking exhausted and pissed as I drove down our road toward home. I'd literally been out all fucking night trying to find her.
Fuck Lorna and Chad! I'd said it once and I'd say it again, if Lorna was a dude, I'd already have beaten her ass.15
I just can't believe Lyla was out with them last night. It's so not like her to get wasted like that, and then to not answer my calls.
My entire birthday was ruined, not that I expected much, I'd never had a decent one. Why should my eighteenth be any different from any other year?
A sense of relief flooded my body immediately followed by raw fucking rage at the sight of her car in our driveway. I pulled in, and sprung from the truck.
She better have a damn good excuse, because I was pissed as hell, and someone was going to fucking pay.3
I flew through the door and ran up the stairs not even bothering to take my boots off. Her room was empty.
Fuck! Did she even come back here, or is she still out with fucking Chaz?! Tyler's door was closed so I made my way up to my bedroom.
I was stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of her passed out in my bed. Even as pissed as I was the sight of her in my bed had me longing to crawl in next to her just to feel her body against mine.
I stepped closer noticing that her perfect ass was showing from beneath the jumper she was wearing.
She wasn't wearing panties and I wondered if she'd waited here for me this way. I felt that slow burning heat that Lyla always gave me, roll through my body and my pants tightened at my groin.
I would have forgiven her right then, just to curl up next to her naked body, if I hadn't noticed the bottle of liquor sitting on my bedside stand, with two cups next to it.
Two fucking cups!
One cup half full still, the other just containing a few remnants of the brown liquid that had filled it. Had she had another man in my bedroom? In my fucking bed? I stormed around the bed toward the bathroom. If that fucker were still here, he'd be a dead man!1
I stopped as I rounded the bed, two small scraps of white lace lying on the floor caught my eye. My heart started to pump out of control.
What the fuck was happening? Was this some sort of sick joke? Was this my fucking karma for being such a fuck up my entire life? I lifted one of the small sheer bits up only to realize that it was a fragment of shredded panties.
My girl's shredded panties, pulled from her body by another man, in my fucking bedroom, on my fucking birthday.317
My world went red. There was nothing but rage clouding my vision. I'd never wanted so badly to hurt someone I cared so deeply for.
I swallowed back bile that burned my throat and wiped a fucking tear that shouldn't have even been there to fucking begin with. That pissed me off further.
I don't cry, not over girls! I'm not a fucking pussy.
"Delilah wake the fuck up!" My voice wasn't my own. Sleep deprivation and blind rage had me sounding maniacal.
She stirred, bringing her leg up a bit and making a slight tired moaning sound. It sent a wave of pain radiating through my chest.
"I said wake your fucking ass up now!" I barked out, sounding even more harsh than the first time. Her eyes blinked open and a smile came across her face.
A fucking smile. Bloody fucking hell! Did she not realize her boyfriend was on the verge of becoming completely homicidal right now?1
"There you are." She reached her arm out to me. "Come back to bed baby." She continued to smile, but I grabbed her hand harshly, noticing the red mark all the way around her tiny wrist.
Had someone tied her up? I'd fucking kill them! Her eyes flashed in confusion.
"What the fuck is this?" I growled, revealing her wrist to her. I didn't give her time to answer.
"Who in the fuck? What in the fuck did you do?" I was losing it completely. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. My whole body was on fire with the need to hurt someone.
"What are you talking about Jonas?" She sat up, complete confusion shooting across her face.
"Did you get so drunk last night that you don't remember who you slept with? Let me refresh your memory. It Damn sure wasn't me!" I eyed her, taking in her complete and utter baffled look.
Then realizing the jumper she was wearing didn't belong to me or to her, it was another man's.
"Take off that ugly fucking jumper!" I roared, my hands fisting at my sides.1
"You said you liked it..." tears were forming in her eyes and I wondered how in the hell she was going to cry right now! How was she trying to make me feel bad for her indiscretions?
"Since you were clearly too drunk to remember last night, let me refresh your memory for you Princess, you met Chad and Lorna out for drinks and stayed in a hotel with them because you were too drunk to drive home, and I come home after driving around looking for you all night on my fucking birthday, to find you sleeping in my bed naked in another fucking man's jumper, with your fucking underwear..." I had to stop myself... I was starting to become afraid of just how pissed I was getting.1
"Jonas, I spent last night with you. I bought you this for your birthday remember? I came straight home after my college visit, and the only liquor I drank was what we drank together." She looked at me and swallowed back what seemed to be fear.
"Bullshit, I've got the texts on my phone if you need a fucking reminder!" I screamed back at her, baffled by the fact that she was lying straight to my face so easily. Her hand came up to her mouth.
"I didn't have my phone yesterday... I left it here when I went on my visit... I thought I'd put it in my purse, but it wasn't there when I looked for it at the college." Reality crashed into her, causing the rise and fall of her chest to pick up. "so last night..." her eyes grew wide. "Last night, wasn't you?" Her voice was barely audible as we both stared at each other in realization. "Tyler." She whispered, bringing her hands up to cradle her face.
"Did you fuck him?" I asked harshly, still finding myself pissed, but realizing that my anger was misplaced.
She didn't speak and it was all the answer I needed. "Shower!" I barked at her, pointing my finger toward the bathroom in command.
"You're mine!" The words were just coming out, I couldn't control them. I didn't mean to be hard on her, I was sure she was just as hurt as I was, but the thought of her with another man in my bed was too fucking much.
I wanted him washed off of her! I needed to be between her legs, claiming her for myself, erasing all of the damage he might have done. "I'm going to kill him Delilah!"
She sprang from the bed, tears now running down her face at how fucked up what had happened to her really was. I'd warned her of this, but she never listens to me.
I had told her he gets what he wants at any cost... any cost.2
Rounding the bed, she stopped in front of me on her way to the bathroom. Her arms reached for me and I stepped away. I couldn't, not with this looming over me, still so fresh.
I knew she wasn't to blame, but god damn it, the more I thought about it, the more pissed I became.
"Please...please don't hate me..." she cried, and I just stared at her. Stared at my girl whom I couldn't protect, and I couldn't bring myself to comfort after I'd failed her.
I looked away feeling a fresh wave of rage run through my body.
"TYLER!!" I screamed, moving around her and heading for the stairs, leaving her there wide eyed.
"TYLER!!" Again, my voice rang out through the house. Mr. And Mrs. Moore were coming home today. I needed to find him and finish this now before they were home and would try to put a stop to it. Nothing could stop me though. I needed to hit someone.
I threw open Tyler's door only to find his bedroom empty. "TYLER!!" I screamed again and heard my truck rev to life in the driveway.
That fucker, I knew exactly why this had happened! I sat down in the hallway and rocked back and forth, my head meeting hard with the wall behind me. "Fuck!!" I screamed.
My need to kick Tyler's ass would have to wait. God only knew when he'd be back with the truck. I lifted myself from the floor and made my way back to Delilah.
She was in the shower. I could hear her sobbing through the door and I still didn't know what I would say to her. How I would comfort her, or if I even had the capability of comforting her after what had happened.
I cracked it open, I wanted to speak but my words failed me. Stepping inside, I began to undress and pulled back the curtain. Red eyes met mine and she instinctively brought a hand up to cover herself.
"It's ok Lyla... I'm not going to touch you." I said softly and watched hurt run through her grey eyes. I reached out and pulled her into an embrace kissing the top of her head.
"I'm sorry, I just meant, I wouldn't touch you like that..."
I said soothingly to her.1
"Do you hate me?" She whimpered against my chest.
"I don't know how I didn't see it... I mean... I mean... everything felt so...so wrong." She buried her head into my chest and sobbed some more.
I didn't speak. Part of me did hate her right now, but through no fault of her own and I wasn't going to tell her that and make her feel worse.1
I hated her for making me love her so damn much that this whole thing was breaking me. I hated myself for caring too much, if I could just turn it off Tyler would grow bored with her.
I hated all of it, my past, my present, even my future with this maddening woman, she would surely be my downfall... but I'd never felt as deeply for anyone in my life as I did for her.