Chapter 9 #3
“You sure? Looks like you have something pretty heavy on your mind.” He closes the gap between us, stroking a thumb beneath my chin.
“Yeah. But is that a bad thing? Are couples supposed to fight and argue to understand each other more?”
“I don’t think so, but it doesn’t sound like that’s how it is for your friend and his boyfriend.”
“Fiancé.”
“Oh, right. I’m the reason the wedding didn’t happen when it was supposed to, right?”
“That’s what I thought until I realized all the problems they’ve been having.” So maybe getting angry with each other wouldn’t have brought us closer after all.
“That stinks.”
“Yeah. But I think we were having problems too, and I was just too wrapped in my busy life to realize how bad it was.”
“I wouldn’t put the blame all on yourself.
It takes two people to make something work, and instead of watering his own garden, he was busy flourishing a new one.
He should have communicated with you better.
” He grips onto my shoulders, and his sincere eyes hold onto mine. “I should have communicated better.”
“Gareth.” My throat thickens and I cup his face, rubbing my nose over his. “What did I do to earn it?”
He breathes me in, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I just . . . we both felt you needed it. As much as I like you earning things, I think I like you needing me more.”
I lean more into him, my lips parting as his tongue darts inside. Fingers tug at my zipper and I shake my head, breaths heavy. “I can’t. Leo is waiting—”
“Let him.” He unfastens my button and yanks my pants to my thighs. My ass screams in protest when he taps hard against my hole.
“So dry. We’ll need to keep you wet there for me.” He plunges his icy tongue into my mouth, his hungry kiss still managing to send heat through my veins.
“Wait.” I press a hand to his chest, and he strokes his fingers over mine, his eyes springing with something ominous. My gut wrenches.
“It’s Leo who can wait. I can’t and won’t.”
He kisses me harder and I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, earning me a guttural moan. His eyes spark something sinister and he drags me up the steps by the collar of my shirt, slamming me so hard into the door I nearly black out from the force to my head.
I scratch at the door as Leo lays his hand on the horn. Slamming my hips back, I elbow Gareth in the face and grab the doorknob.
“I fucking said he could wait.” He yanks both of my arms to my sides, pulling my jeans to my ankles and tugging my satin panties to the side.
“Did you always wear these?” he growls into my neck, pulling them so far I hear a tear. “They’re pretty, like you. Why’d he ever want to go anywhere else when he could have this whenever he wanted?”
His finger pushes at my entrance again and he spits between my cheeks, spreading the wetness over my rim. “Not enough, and the lube is too far away. I need to be in you now. I can’t wait anymore. Not when I can smell someone else on you.”
“Someone else? You mean Leo? He’s my best friend and—”
“I can still tell he got too close.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk. What about Arkansas?”
“What about him?” he roars. “I don’t even remember who the fuck he is. You take up too much of my mind up for anyone else to enter.”
“You bought him a gift. You hid it. You took your eyes off the road for him.” I squirm.
I don’t mention the part where he told him he couldn’t do whatever it was they were doing anymore.
It’s a gray area. Some could say he got distracted by me too, but why care so much about sparing his feelings when he didn’t deserve that.
Whoever he is was cheating first. And I can’t forget the part about me knowing him, or at least of him.
He said not to tell anyone it was with him.
That means he was within one of our circles somewhere.
It’s going to drive me crazy not knowing who it is.
Have I been in the same room as him recently? Was he at the funeral?
I’m brought back to reality when a thick, sticky substance trickles down my seam and is shoved deep into my hole with Gareth’s finger.
He works it slowly inside, twisting and curling once he’s in up to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight still. So warm and tight.
I love how you feel here so much, baby.”
“Leo’s going to come check on me soon. He’s going to see you,” I rasp, with my face shoved further into the door.
“Let him. He’ll regret being so damn impatient when he does.”
“Don’t hurt him.”
“I’d say stop fighting me so it doesn’t have to come to that, but I love it when you struggle while deep down wanting it as much as me.
I can smell how aroused you are. I can feel it too.
This slutty hole can’t wait to come on my cock.
” He jams another finger inside and I shudder, not realizing I’m grinding down on his hand until my knees start shaking.
“Oh yes, you like having something in here. Don’t worry. You’ll get more soon, once I’m able to slide in easier.” I’m coated with more spit, or I think it’s spit, and then he slathers more over my pucker. A metal tinge in the air confirms what I was hoping to be wrong about. It’s blood, isn’t it?
Before I can ask whose, he says, “I thought I could give you a little of me like you’ve given me a little of yourself.”
“I didn’t give you anything,” I grind out. “You took it.”
“You said I could. I’m only taking what you promised.
” His fingers slide out, leaving me empty.
Not for long, though. His fat cock head breaches my hole seconds later and he circles his hips, teasing me.
He pushes at my tight ring of muscles and then backs up, giving me shallow thrusts.
There’s an itchiness building inside me the more he denies me what I’m so close to having.
I’m burning on the inside, arousal pricking at my skin and making my muscles tighten as frustration barrels through me. He’s doing it on purpose. “What are you doing? Put it all the way in already.”
“You said you didn’t want it. You told me to wait. Which is it, honey bunch?”
“He never called me that.”
“No, but it sounds as stupid as the other fucking names, and I thought you wanted me to sound more like him.”
“I want you to be him. There’s a difference.”
“I can’t be him when he isn’t here in my head. He goes away sometimes. Just admit it, he wasn’t enough for you anyway. You’ve been lacking so much, and now I can show you just what that was.”
“No . . . I was happy with him.”
He laughs and it’s wicked. “Sure. It’s because you didn’t know anything else. You were unable to truly grasp what happy was, and instead you settled.”
“You saying he settled too?”
“No. He did all the wrong things, so he couldn’t see the best sides of you. Not like I already can in such a short time.” He swishes his hips from side to side, his cock moving inside me.
“Stop that. If you’re going to fuck me, do it already.”
He growls in my ear. “Tell me you want it.”
“No,” I spit. “I just want it to be over so I can leave you behind.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I want Gareth. Not someone who looks like him and sometimes gets his thoughts. Just Gareth. Only Gareth.”
He breathes in and out heavily. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” I grimace as he pulls all the way out, his swollen head hovering over my entrance. I push myself back on it and he pulls away again, laughing.
“Your body is telling me something else.”
“Please.”
“What are you begging for, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know,” I say, sounding flustered. My body is in overdrive, unable to settle.
“I need you to be clear about what you want before I can give it to you.”
“I . . . let me go.”
His hands lift away from me, the gap between our skin increasing, and mine cries out in protest. I only want him because he’s making me want him.
I can’t really want a fucking monster. Gareth is fading and once he’s gone this is all that’ll be left.
Or will it be worse? Is Gareth’s small presence holding him back from the damage he can really cause? Do I want to wait to find out?
“Your pretty hole is clenching. It’s so hungry for me. Let it have what it wants. Let yourself have what you want. There’s no one here holding you back from having more.”
“Please,” I say, my body twisting and on the verge of shutting down from what it’s lacking.
It’s a fire being snuffed out, and the only way to make the flames roar again is with fuel.
And only he can give me the kind that it needs.
Only Gareth. Gareth. I say his name like a mantra.
It was him I wanted before and him I want now. I don’t need anything more.
“Please what? Please keep going?”
“If I say stop, you won’t anyway, so don’t act like me clarifying it matters.” My body rolls itself like a tight fist.
“But you’re not saying stop, are you?” he coos.
The honking sound is loud this time, vibrating against the walls. Leo is growing impatient. He’ll come inside soon. What will he say if he finds me like this?
“You’re too busy focusing on things that don’t matter again, aren’t you? Think about us, about what you want to keep begging for.”
My breaths stutter, and when I chase his rock-hard cock again, he grabs my hips to hold me in place. I move forward, rubbing my erection against the door, the friction not going where I need it most.
“Please make me feel better. Make it feel right down there again. Not empty. Not . . . not . . .”
“I got you. I know what you need fixed. The ache is so deep inside for me, isn’t it, baby? I know, because I feel it too. I need you too. I’ll help us both feel better.”
“Feel better,” I blubber, feeling lightheaded when he runs the head of his cock up and down my crack.
“It won’t be long now, I promise.” He licks at my ear, his cock pushing its way inside me, and I squeeze around him as he’s passing the tight muscles. “Not long at all. I can already feel myself almost there.”
“Almost there,” I repeat, not recognizing my own voice.
My body doesn’t feel like mine either, as he pistons his hips to fuck me deeper.
My walls squeeze while spreading around the thick intrusion, and his hips pick up speed, pounding forward.
I claw at the door, sliding up and down as he slams harder into me.
I cry out when he hits my sweet spot, and my toes curl.
I smile without meaning to, my lips lifting in an involuntary smile while I feel like I’m floating off the ground from every wonderful sensation he’s bringing me, charging every single one of my nerves.
I push back, and his next thrust has me going boneless.
Temporarily paralyzed from the overwhelming pleasure, I slump against the door with only his hands holding me up.
“Ohhh,” I moan, no longer controlling what spills from my mouth.
“I’m right there with you, love. This is pure magic between us right here. Way bigger than that spell can bring. This is what’s keeping me here. You are what’s keeping me here.”
“Gareth.” The word rolls off my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head at the repeated punches to my prostate. He hits it over and over, his cock getting thicker inside me and caressing more places I didn’t know could feel so good.
He shakes with me, his moans drowning out mine, and my eyes fly open when the front door to the house squeaks. I try to push him off, but he lifts my hands above my head, pinning me tighter to the door and making my limbs more useless than they were before by bringing me closer to the brink.
“He can wait,” he says, his words coming out demonic.
I squirm, trying to remember how to fight, and then I lose focus, melting where he wants me to—right in between him and the door like fucking putty as I come.
His hips jerk, cock pulsating as he chases his own pleasure.
His thick ropes are warmer than they were the first time, lapping at my closing walls.
I sink toward the ground and he lifts me up, carrying me to the table downstairs.
He sits me on it, stroking my back and holding me upright in his cold embrace.
It’s more welcoming than I expected it to be, and I close my eyes for a few seconds.
There’s a strange peace settling in me and I cling to it, struggling to let it go when Leo calls from only feet away.
“Where the hell are you? You didn’t crawl back into bed, did you?”
I rub my face into Gareth’s shoulder, suppressing a moan when he rubs at my still dribbling cock.
“He can wait.”
I nod against him, finally agreeing with what he’s saying and closing my eyes again as I make my best friend in the whole world wait some more.