“Vann?” Deke’s voice cut through my wayward thoughts.
“Yeah,” I said, laying on my bed flipping through the channels on the television.
“You wanna do something tonight?” he asked.
“Like?”
“Go out. Have fun. It’s been a while.”
I glared up at him. “It’s been two weeks. A lot of things have happened in that time.” I couldn’t help the snippiness in my tone, but damn it, if he didn’t want me, he could go find one of his whores and I’d learn to deal.
“What’s that mean?” he asked, crossing the room.
“It means you haven’t touched me since it happened, and we both know you can’t go that long without getting off,” I snarled.
“You think I’ve been fucking around on you?” The shock in his voice was very evident.
“Well, you’re not fucking me, so who’s it been?” I asked, not looking at him but staring at the flashing channels on the TV.
Deke grabbed the remote out of my hand, throwing it to the floor. As it skidded across the room, he asked, “You wanna know who’ve I’ve been fucking?” He lay on top of me. No, I didn’t want to know. The thought of it make my stomach lurch.
“I’ve been fucking my hand.” My eyes widened. “Yeah. You heard me. My hand. Jacking off in the shower. Why, you ask?” His face came so close we were now nose to nose. He continued, “Because that fucker hurt you and …” He paused. “… I don’t know what to do.”
“You forgot?” I asked, smirking.
“No, smart ass, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m so fucking pissed at myself because I wasn’t with you when you left your dad’s. I’m pissed at what he did to you. I’m pissed at what you had to do to get away.” My entire body stiffened.
“You’re mad I touched him,” I whispered, trying to turn my head away from him. His hand reached up and cupped my jaw, holding me to meet his stare.
“I’m mad you had to touch him. I know you didn’t want to, Vann. It didn’t give you pleasure. You did if for survival. I’m mad that the whole situation happened.”
“I’m sorry.” My voice was quiet. I knew this might happen. I knew that if he really knew the lengths I went through to get away, he might not be able to get over it.
“No. Don’t you dare apologize. You went through shit. It wasn’t your fault. I … just don’t know how to do this.” His eyes closed for a brief moment then I was staring back into those baby blues.
“Here, let me help you.” I reached up, pulling his head down to mine as I kissed him slowly, sweeping my tongue throughout his mouth. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and felt content … happy. I began to get more aggressive with my kissing, wrapping my arms around him and trying my damnedest to roll him over.
He gave in and flipped us, letting me straddle him. Pulling his shirt off, I traced his beautiful, hard pectoral muscles and rubbed his nipples with my fingertips. Leaning down, I began to kiss down his body, making a special stop at the key around his neck to give it a small kiss as I looked up into his eyes.
Sitting up, I ripped off my shirt and bra, not wanting to waste time. Deke’s hands found my breasts and began kneading them slowly and tweaking them.
Moving my hands down, I removed his pants, noticing he wore no underwear. I shimmied out of my shorts and climbed on top of him. His dick was already hard, but I needed it in my mouth.
I licked the along the bottom and captured my lips around him, sucking hard, whirling my tongue around the tip. When Deke moaned, I smiled; knowing I could do this to him was the biggest turn on.
Not wanting to wait another moment, I straddled his hips and sunk him deep inside of me in one motion. I momentarily stopped moving, enjoying the connection between us.
Our eyes locked. “I love you, Deke.”
“Love you, so much,” he grunted as I began to move. Using my hands on his chest for leverage, I rode him hard and fast until I exploded with Deke not far behind me.
Falling down to his body, I laid my ear on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat begin to calm.
“Deke?”
“Yeah, babe?” His breathing almost back to normal, his hand traced up and down my back.
“I want this forever. Want
you
forever,” I whispered.
“Me too … me too.” His arms wrapped around me, and he squeezed me tightly.
The End