35. Reckless Coping
Reckless Coping
thirty-five
K a n e
Inch by inch, Emerson crept ahead of me, her legs tightly hugging her bike as she rode with both hands held high in the air above her head.
She never looked freer.
Holding the handlebars with one hand, I took out my phone with the other and began to record her, wanting to remember this moment long after it was over. For a brief moment, she was herself again, and fuck, I missed seeing her like that. I snapped a couple stills as the camera recorded, not knowing if she knew what I was doing or not.
Her long brown hair that usually hung down the middle of her back was now flying behind her in the wind, and the way she handled her bike effortlessly with every curve just turned me on even more. Usually in a crop top that accentuated her perky tits and toned stomach, she was now covered by a black fitted hoodie that left so much to the imagination.
But I knew why, and I didn't bother saying anything.
No matter what Emerson wore, she was fucking beautiful. Her showing off her perfect body was just a plus.
I knew what she was battling—for the most part—but she didn't know that I knew, and that part fucking killed me inside.
So we rode in denial, just enjoying each other's company as the afternoon passed us by. The blue skies that hovered over us eventually turned dark, filled with gorgeous hues of orange and pink blended together like a picture on a postcard.
But it wasn't the sight above me that took my breath away; it was the one right beside me of Emerson on her bike with her hair blowing in the wind that fucking did it.
The way the setting sun reflected off her delicate features was enough to make me forget about everything else. For those few moments, it was just the two of us, lost in the world of our own making.
But as the sun continued its descent, reality crept back in. I knew that eventually we would have to face the demons that haunted us both—the ones that threatened to tear us apart.
But for now—in this fleeting moment—I pushed the thought from my mind and focused on the feeling of freedom as we rode side by side. The wind in my hair and her laughter in the air. Because for now, it was just us and the comfort of the open road that welcomed us with open arms.
Pulling off a familiar side street that led to a secluded part of the beach, miles away from the house, I followed Emerson until she came to a stop and parked her bike. My legs were numb and shaky when I climbed off mine, taking in the rough waves in front of us that the bright moon bounced off of as I walked toward her.
"It's fucking beautiful," she said, sighing contentedly as I walked up behind her and wrapped her in my embrace.
"It sure the fuck is," I whispered in her ear as she wiggled her ass against my cock, making it harder and making the urge to bend her over the seawall and fuck her under the stars even more intense.
But I didn't want to make a move. I didn't want to push her to do something when she was still so fucking fragile. I was content with just holding her in my arms like this.
But she wasn't. She wanted more.
She spun around and grasped my waistband, tugging me against her tiny frame. I took my helmet off, dying to have my lips on hers, then took hers off and dropped them both to the ground. As she clung to my pants, I grabbed her face and seized her pouty lips like I was fucking fiending for them—like an addict needing their next fix. Her hand slipped down my pants as we lowered ourselves to the ground, and she stroked my dick from the base to the tip to see how I liked it.
"Fuck," I mumbled against her mouth as she pushed my pants down with one hand, never messing up her stroking rhythm.
As soon as the air hit my balls, they tightened, and my cock throbbed angrily against her palm. I pulled my mouth away from hers and leaned back, admiring the way her eyes glimmered in the light. She willingly took her pants off, making a show of sliding down her tiny black thong until she was naked from the waist down. It was dark, but I could still see her.
Tugging on her sweatshirt, my lips curled up into a smirk that met my hooded eyes, silently urging her to take it off. But she climbed on me instead, rubbing her dripping cunt over my cock until it was slippery and soaked in her arousal.
"Take this off for me," I demanded, but she shook her head with a firm look on her face that told me she wasn't going to. So I dropped the topic, letting her take complete control of the situation.
"Put this on, Daddy," she whispered in a tone that made my cock jump against her pussy lips as she picked up my helmet and handed it to me.
"You want me to wear my helmet while you ride me?" I asked, taking it from her.
"Yes." She nodded and playfully bit her lip as she picked up her helmet and put it on. "I want us both to wear them."
This was new, but I wasn't going to make a fuss out of it. She needed to feel like she was safe by hiding herself, and in the end, that's exactly how I wanted to make her feel. I was fucking pissed that I couldn't kiss her while she bounced on my dick, but I also knew that her lips weren't going anywhere and that when this was over, I could kiss her for as long as I fucking wanted. Getting to kiss her while I was buried deep inside her cunt was just another bonus that came along with her.
"Now fuck me, Daddy," she begged in a domineering tone as she swiftly climbed off my lap, positioning herself on all fours.
I wasted no time getting on my knees behind her, fitting her perfect, peachy ass against my pelvis while I guided my cock to her dripping entrance. A breathy moan flew from her mouth as I rubbed the tip around her clit, making her body jerk against mine. She shook with need as I slowly slid into her, feeling her tight, pussy walls stretching around my cock until I bottomed out inside of her. Balancing herself on one hand, she reached behind her with the other and took my hand in hers, guiding it to the front of her body and to her throat, desperately wanting me to hold it.
So I did.
"Tighter," she begged, arching her back perfectly as my hips began to move and my cock slid inside of her.
"Like this?" I asked, clasping my hand around her throat until the veins in the side of her neck pulsed against the pads of my fingers.
She nodded, unable to speak due to the pressure I applied around her throat. My other hand slipped under her sweatshirt and swept across her back as my fingers danced soothingly along her spine, making her shiver as I fucked her.
Soon, we were lost in each other's rhythm, moving together in sync as the waves crashed and the stars shone down on us like a fucking spotlight. She slammed her ass back as my hips surged forward, my cock driving between her clenching walls. Our breathing and moans filled the air, and even though I had her, all I could think about was Emerson: her beautiful body, her vulnerability, and the way she needed me. And, fuck, she needed me.
I could feel her whole body trembling as my cock owned her cunt, and the sound of my name escaping her lips was all I needed to know that she was mine. Completely, utterly mine; at least, in that moment. She dropped her head and pushed her ass out, her fingers gliding over the pearls draped around her neck. As I clutched them and twisted, choking her with them, she shuddered hard, squeezing my cock in a vice grip.
She was using sex as a coping mechanism, needing and wanting to take her mind off of what had happened with Damon. I knew we were playing a dangerous game and fucking with her emotions, but if she wanted something to think about other than the hell she overcame, then fuck, I was going to give her something to think about.
I choked her even harder, feeling her body shaking against mine as she struggled to breathe.
But I wasn't done.
Feeling my orgasm on the verge of barreling through me, without warning, I pulled out of her pussy and thrust into her ass in a single, brutal stroke that made her entire body tense up and a loud gasp slip from her throat.
"Kane!" she screamed, taking every thrust without resistance.
"Say it again, Little One," I grunted, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her sweatshirt as I pounded into her ass without mercy. "Say my fucking name again."
Her body loosened up as my cock plunged deeply into her, and she sang my fucking name at the top of her lungs as if it were the only word she knew. It didn't take long for my cum to start spilling into her, and as it did, I leaned back while I fucked her, watching thick, white ropes drip out as I slid back, trickling down her shaky inner thighs.
It was a fucking stunning masterpiece I was creating—my cum on her skin, glistening like the fucking dancing stars under the gleam of the crescent moon.
She reached under her and pushed her fingers into her pussy, but I smacked them away, grinning at the desperate whimper that left her parted lips.
"Daddy," she begged, giving me the final push I needed to send me crashing over the edge the rest of the way.
I knew she needed to come, but I wasn't going to let her. She wanted something to think about—something to distract her—so that's exactly what I was going to give her, even if it left her pissed at me in the end.
"You don't get to come right now, Little One," I laughed, fucking her tight little ass even harder and deeper than I was, filling and coating her forbidden hole with every drop of cum I had in me.
And then I pulled out of her, ripped my helmet off, dropped my head, and spread her ass cheeks apart. She shook like fucking crazy as I put my mouth to her gaping hole and dipped my tongue inside her, greedily sucking my cum back out. As I held it in my mouth, I flipped her onto her back and pulled her helmet off.
She had no fucking idea what I was doing, which made it even better.
Squeezing her cheeks with the tips of my fingers, I forced her mouth open and slammed my lips onto hers, spitting my cum between them until it covered her tongue.
With my hand around her throat, twisting her pearls until she couldn't breathe, I kissed her for the second time that night.
She tried to swallow my cum and kiss me back, but the force from the pearls choking her wouldn't allow it. So we swished it back and forth urgently in each other's mouths with each thrust of our tongues. I dominated her mouth with my tongue, unbothered by the salty, bitter taste of my sperm. She gasped for air, letting gooey strings drip from her lips, but she still kissed me back, trying her best to keep up with the fierce movements I teased her with.
I could tell how much she fucking enjoyed it, and shit, I was enjoying it just as much, if not more.
Swept up in the passion igniting between us and the overwhelming desire that coursed quickly through my veins, I twisted and tugged on her pearls so hard that they broke, finally giving her the blast of air that she'd been fucking craving. And then, like a good fucking girl—my good girl—she swallowed every drop of my cum... then angrily shoved me off of her, feeling around her reddened neck in a panic for her pearls that were now scattered in the sand beneath us.
"What the fuck, Kane?!" The angry scream that followed pierced my ears, leaving a ring behind and shattering my fucking heart.
"Shit. I'm so sorry, Little One." I shook my head and got to my feet, taking a step back so I was no longer blocking the light that she needed so she could see.
I didn't mean to break them. I knew how fucking special they were to her. It was an unfortunate accident, but Emerson wasn't seeing it that way.
As expected, she fucking lost it on me, her facade finally crumbling as she dropped to her knees in a panic and felt around for the loose pearls, trying to find every single one.
I grabbed her and pulled her up on her feet, holding her shoulders firmly to keep her grounded. I wanted so badly for her to look at me, but she refused for the first time ever. Instead, her teary, wild eyes frantically searched the sand for the ones she knew she still hadn't found.
"I'll find them and I'll fix it for you. I promise," I reassured her, but she wasn't listening to me anymore. Everything I was saying to try and diffuse the situation went in one ear and quickly out the other. There was no fucking talking to her.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she ripped herself out of my grasp, dropping back to the ground in a frantic attempt to find every last pearl. As I listened to her heartbreaking sobs, it fucking dawned on me; it wasn't just about me breaking her necklace.
No, of course it fucking wasn't.
Everything from the last few days was finally hitting her—hard and unforgiving—and she had no idea now how to channel her emotions or deal with the shitty hand that she'd been dealt.
She fucking snapped.
All I could do was stand there and watch as Emerson was engulfed by her emotions, and as much as I wanted to fix things, I knew I fucking couldn't. I didn't know how to fix it. But I had to try to help her, even though what I had done pushed her over the fucking edge.
When she finally found and collected every last pearl from the broken necklace, she stood up and just stared at me with bloodshot, angry eyes. I wanted to say something—anything—to fix things, but the look on her face just silenced me. I felt like a fucking idiot, and I was too busy kicking myself on the inside to even realize that I should be focused on helping her. I'd ruined the little bit of happiness that we had found on this beach, and I knew I would have to find a way to make it up to her if I ever stood a chance of fixing things.
But the look in her eyes told me that she wasn't ready for that. Not fucking yet, anyway.
So I just stood there, swallowing my pride and my embarrassment, as I watched her storm off in the direction of our bikes, leaving me alone on the beach. The moon provided little light, but she was able to find her way.
She didn't fucking look back, not even once, and it fucking hurt; it broke me.
I stood there for a few moments, just watching her go, feeling like an absolute asshole. I wanted to call after her, to run after her and beg for her forgiveness, but I knew that it wouldn't help. There was nothing I could say that would make the situation better; all I could do was pray that she'd come around eventually and that she wouldn't hate me for the rest of our lives.
If I had fucking lost her, then shit, I would be lost too.
So I stood alone on the beach, listening to the sound of her bike as she sped away, feeling the weight of my actions settle over me like a leaden cloak. It was like an anchor sinking me into the sand, leaving me just standing there with no course of action to take.
I needed to give Emerson the space to feel her emotions and to work through them on her own, but it was fucking tearing me apart knowing that she was suffering because of me. I'd fucked up—big time.
I felt bad enough to deny her an orgasm, but breaking her pearl necklace really took the fucking cake. I felt low as fuck—like a total piece of shit.
I didn't know the story behind the necklace and why it was so damn important, but I needed to know—especially now.
But I was determined as fuck to find out the significance and more than fucking willing to do whatever the hell it took for her to forgive me.