Abel
I’m lying in bed, with the light off, when Rose finally decides to open the bathroom door. The light is off in there, too, so I’m faced with a creepy shadow of the woman I love.
Real fucking fitting.
“I can’t see you,” I whisper, and she stops in front of me. Why the fuck am I whispering?
She reaches over and flicks the switch to the lamp on the nightstand and the moment I see her eyes, I wonder if she’s gonna kill me, too. They’re too direct, too confident, too fucking intense. But they’re glassy, like she’s on the edge of some emotion I don’t understand.
And then I notice her hair.
It’s gone.
Well, not all gone. But it sits in a mess of locks at her shoulders. Some of it is tinged with red and I want to pull her close, to make sure she isn’t hurt or bleeding.
But those fucking eyes stop me.
I stand. But that’s all I have the nerve to do.
My eyes follow the lines of her body in her bra and panties that do nothing to hide every detail. From her nipples, to the dip of her belly button, even to the space between her thighs that I’m dying to fill. I lick my lips as I look back at her face.
I’m a statue as she tilts her chin and parts her perfect lips. She steps closer to me, so close that I can feel her breath on my neck.
There’s something in her eyes that makes me think, this is it . This is the moment I’ve been waiting for ever since my eyes dropped to those pink fucking lips.
Her hand grips the back of my neck and pulls me toward her but that’s all I’m about to let her do to me. Estoy a cargo . I grab her even closer, my palms on her ass, squeezing and bracing. Words would feel cheap and corny right now. All I want is her body and the way she’s moving against me tells me she wants mine, too.
She bites my lip and tucks those small hands in my shirt but I’m no fucking tonto . Not today, anyway. I know what those things are capable of. The long marks in my skin are proof of her need to inflict pain, even when she’s feeling pleasure.
I press her back against the nearest wall and pin her with my hips before grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head. She wriggles and tries to fight but I kiss her before she can overthink and overanalyze. She said she’s never experienced an orgasm and in order for me to change that, I have to strip her of her identity.
We have to be two people who really want to fuck.
Not just two people in love with the monsters inside of each other.
I grab the ends of her bra and yank it up, eyeing her tits as I’m pulling the backs of her legs so they wrap around my body.
When she rolls her hips, I feel a groan rumble in the back of my throat. I cup her face and she pulls my hair before biting my neck. It hurts so much that I drop her and turn her to face the wall. I’m rough, each touch causing her to push the air from her body like she’s surprised. I yank the bra over her head, using it to bind her wrists behind her back.
Yeah, I’m not like those other motherfuckers.
I push my erection into the soft flesh of her ass and press a kiss between her shoulder blades. She sounds breathless as I pull her panties down until they meet the floor. I press her chest into the wall and slap her bare ass. Once, twice, three times, admiring the way the flesh moves with each strike. She wears each mark like a fucking champ.
Her gasp makes it easier to continue. I’m not worried about Rose. I don’t give a fuck about what she thinks she knows about sex or anything else in the world.
I’m gonna take everything she thought she knew and prove her wrong. With every lick, stroke, and fuck, I’m gonna make her see that the high killing gives her is nothing compared to this.
Her body moves with each inhale and exhale and I love that she’s naked in front of me as I bend her slightly towards the wall so her ass pokes out. My fingers brush her scar and she stiffens for a moment. I shove my other hand in her mouth, mercilessly scooping spit before I bring it down toward her center. I waste no time sliding my hand over her pussy and after a few rubs, I smack it, making her cry out and spread her legs a little farther apart.
She probably doesn’t even realize that her body is opening up for me. I lick the space between her neck and shoulder before biting down, my hand back to rubbing her swollen pussy lips. I can’t stop there. No stopping when she leans forward and sticks her ass out even more. One finger enters her slowly and my other hand plays with her clit.
Maybe someone like me doesn’t know shit about shit. But I guarantee I can make Rose come.
Dios , I’d love to for as many times as she’s willing.
At this point, I’m completely avoiding my own needs, my dick attempting to pitch a tent in my jeans. Her ass brushes against it and I pause. She’s breathing like she’s just finished running for her life. Or maybe toward an orgasm. But I can’t think as I press two fingers into her this time, still rubbing and pinching her clit.
I can tell it’s coming. I fucking know it more than I know my own goddamn name. Her breaths are shortening. Her eyes are unfocused as she presses her cheek against the wall and even under the dim lighting, I can see her skin getting pinker and pinker.
And then I hear one high-pitched gasp followed by another.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her words nearly lost in those gasps that make my dick even harder.
As if I fucking would.
“Never, espinita . You want to come?” I press my mouth to her ear as I speak, earning me an enthusiastic head nod. “Next time you come, it’ll be on my dick. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she whispers, chasing her euphoric release. I bite down on her earlobe gently before pinching her clit again, earning me a sob as she falls into her orgasm.
She’s damn near riding my hand hard . As she slows, her head dropping, I grab her hair and press my lips against her ear again. “I’m gonna fuck the defiance out of you, mi amor. ” I yank her hair tighter so her chin lifts as she sags against the wall. “But not tonight.”
No way would the night she killed her mother be the first time we have sex.
I press one last kiss to her neck and walk away, leaving her breathless and holding onto the wall for dear life.
I need a fucking shower and probably the rest of the night with my dick in my hands.
Fuck.
By the time I get out of the shower, having jerked my shit until it was damn near raw, Rose is sleeping in the bed, her bra and panties a pile of forgotten scraps of fabric on the floor.
That’s what a good orgasm’ll do to you: put your ass right to sleep.
I sit down beside her, and she wiggles a little, a frown creasing the skin between her eyebrows. I reach over and rub my thumb over her cheek. I can only fucking imagine what today was like.
She wiggles again before turning over and when she settles, I see the silvery scar where the blanket isn’t covering her. Whatever broke through her skin left a clean scar, straight and to the point, unlike the ones I wear.
The crooked little circles on my back, covered in tattoos that I purposely chose. Cigarette burns courtesy of mami . The ones on my knees from being pushed around by bullies and the man I called my dad for too long. The ones on my elbows from making sure I didn’t break my fucking face when I fell.
I reach down and kiss the scar Rose hasn’t told me about because whatever the fuck it was that happened to her, it’d caused her pain.
And I don’t want that shit for her anymore.