5. Ronan
CHAPTER 5
RONAN
E lsie lies on my bare chest, her little fingers making patterns on my exposed stomach. “How do you have abs like that?” she asks, opening her mouth as I feed her a potato chip. “All you eat is junk food.”
I laugh, Elsie curled against me.“I hit the gym regularly.”
She’s so adorable dressed in my oversized t-shirt, relaxing after an intense lovemaking session.
I made some dinner for us after I got her into my shower. We both showered together and I couldn’t stop kissing her as she clung to me. She’s so beautiful when she’s naked, but wearing nothing but my oversized shirt, she looks adorable. Her exposed thighs spread out on my narrow bed, and she rests her face on the crook of my arm. The fact that she isn’t wearing anything under that shirt makes me hard. I’m always hard around her.
“I do pilates too but I look nothing like you.”
“You look perfect.” I kiss her little button nose.
Our empty dinner plates lie on my desk, the sheets smelling of sex. I’m going to save them to remind me of the first time I made love to Elsie. I love feeding her and taking care of her. I never thought it’d be so enjoyable. Elsie opens her sexy mouth and bites off the chip. We’ve moved on from dinner to snacks. Soon, I’ll be feasting on her pussy for dessert.
“Mmmm… this tastes so good. Mom doesn’t let me eat junk food. She says I’ll get fat and then men will lose interest in me.” I push another potato chip between her lips which are still wet and swollen from sucking her tutor’s massive dick. My cum sloshing inside her unprotected womb, she’s all mine in this moment.
“Bullshit. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world and putting on weight will only make you even more beautiful.” I put my arm around her waist and pull her close. My lips descend on hers, kissing her possessively to prove my point. “I’m never going to lose interest in you, especially once you become a sexy Momma and put on weight.”
When I say those words, they sound real. Far too real. I’m in deep for this girl, and sitting in my room, eating with her, and making love doesn’t feel like revenge. No, it feels like something I’d want to do for the rest of my life. A mixture of fear and knowing echoes in my heart. I thought I could just breed her and forget about her, but Elsie is more than a revenge ploy to me. Holding her close reminds me that she’s someone I care about.
“Mmm…” Her eyes flutter open and closed, but her mouth curves down in a frown. Looking away, she says, “Every time you say that, I wish it could be real.”
“What?”
“Me becoming the mother of your kids, living with you, being yours.” Her bright blue eyes hit me, making my heart pulse. “I think…I’d love that.”
“Yeah?” How did we go from potato chips to this? I want to reassure her, tell her I’ll make her mine no matter what it takes, but I’m lying to her even now. She doesn’t know why I became her tutor and if she ever finds the proof of my stalking, she’d be scared of me.
“Yeah.” I caress her blonde hair. “I’d love to be your wife…to stay home and wait for my hot husband to get home from work every day and let you make love to me every night. We could just kiss or talk or just linger, kissing each other for hours. I think I’d even enjoy doing mundane things like cooking if it was with you.”
“You like me that much?” I tease.
She blushes before giving a little nod. “All I’ve known is a life of material luxury and emotional insecurity. Sometimes, I wish I were born a normal person. I could fall in love, get married, and have a family like regular people do without worrying about family connections.”
“I might not be able to provide everything your father does,” I remind myself. “I’ve still got a few months to graduate and while I plan to get a job, even a well-paying one, I don’t know if it’ll be enough.”
Her palm rubs my cheek, my stubble abrading her soft hands. “I don’t care. What matters is that I feel safe and loved with you. That’s worth more than money. I wouldn’t regret choosing happiness. Nobody does.”
She’s such a pure soul. I don’t know many girls who’d want to give up a life of material comfort just to be with someone they love.
I hold up another chip, tugging at her lip. “In that case, eat all you want. I love feeding you, and we’ve both established I’d be obsessed with you even if you gained weight.” She eats the chip, licking her lips.
“You’re so nice to me. I wish I could just stay here with you forever.” Her phone pings and she ignores it.
“Who’s that?” I ask, reaching for her phone.
“Dad. He’s been texting me about what a mess I made during the dinner. I told him I’m at a friend’s and won’t be back until tomorrow.” The light in Elsie’s eyes disappears a little as she rests her head on my chest. “They’re angry.”
I take her phone and turn it off, cutting off her Dad’s messages. The thought of sending Elsie back to that abusive home where her parents could hurt her is unbearable. However, that was my original plan. I don’t know what to make of my feelings for her.
“Look at me, baby. You’re here with me now and that’s all that matters. No one can hurt you now and I’m sure as hell not letting you go until your parents have calmed down. For tonight, only think about the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
I put the bag of chips on the desk and push Elsie down. Her shirt skids up, exposing that ripe little pussy that’s already wet for me. She looks at me, trust filling her blue eyes as I drag her shirt up and over her head. When she’s naked, I take off my pants and release my cock. Elsie holds it in her little hands, palming and stroking me until I’m dripping pre-cum onto her belly.
When I’m hard and ready, I bury myself inside her, this time, without any warning. She’s ready for me, melting under me the moment I start moving inside her. I suck on her swollen nipples and leave whisker burns all over her skin as I rail her hard and come inside her for the second time in one night. We collapse on each other, catching our breath before going for another round.
By the time the first rays of the sun break through, her pussy is destroyed and I’ve pumped her with enough cum to have a dozen kids. Elsie lays on my arm, both of us sweaty on my bed, as I shut my eyes, trying to get some sleep before it’s time for classes.
When my eyes close, I hear Elsie whisper in my ear, “I love you.”
Instantly, my heart stills, but I don’t open my eyes. Her fingers draw patterns on my chest, her body nestled close to me. He kisses my mouth. “I love you.”
Two weeks later—
My phone pings with a message in the morning, and I slow down the treadmill I’m working out on. The university gym is crowded during the weekend, and while I work out, I remember how much Elsie loves my abs. I’m going to keep working on them for her.
It’s been two weeks since I first made love to Elsie and we’ve been texting ever since. After that first night together, I dropped her home, making sure her parents didn’t see me. I knew they wouldn’t be happy at the prospect of Elsie having spent the night with her tutor, but as I watched her go, my heart was in pain.
I heard what she said that night as we fell asleep.
I love you.
The words play in an endless loop in my mind as I glance down at my phone.
Elsie: Mom and Dad are going out tonight. We can have fun when you come to tutor me.
After I came inside Elsie all night, she was sore for an entire week. I got some medication delivered to her house so that she could feel better, and they worked, because a week later when I came in for our weekly tutoring session, she was excited and healed, begging me to fuck her again. Since I couldn’t do it with her mom downstairs, I settled for eating her pussy. She sucked me off afterward, saying she wanted to meet up in my dorm again. I snuck her a bag of potato chips that she saved in her secret stash but as I kissed her goodbye, I knew a week away from her would be hell.
I watch her every day, but that’s no longer enough. I want her next to me. I want to touch her, smell her, taste her, and tell her how much I adore her. I want her in my house, in my life, and as my wife. Ever since she confessed to wanting to be my little housewife, I’ve been obsessed with marrying her. Marrying her would ruin my plan, but I’m beginning to think the plan doesn’t matter anymore. Having her is
Ronan: Sounds good. I’ll bring my dick;)
Elsie: OMG, my favorite thing in the world.
Elsie: I can’t wait.
Neither can I. Her texts always light me up. I’ve touched her only twice since that night and I need to be inside her again to feel sane. She’s a revelation in bed, so responsive and passionate. We have great chemistry, and though I expected that, I didn’t expect how easily I’d get addicted to her sweetness. Away from her controlling family, she’s an exuberant woman. I want her light to shine, I want to take her somewhere she can just be herself.
Elsie looked so lonely when she said she wished she could be a normal person. When she said she’d love to be my wife, I wanted to ask her to be mine, but before that, I needed to figure out how to deal with the aftermath.
My phone begins ringing and I realize it’s mom calling. I switch off the treadmill and get off, answering the call.
“Mom.” I wish I could ask her for advice right now. She’s always been on my side.
“How’s my boy doing?” she asks. “The finals are just six months away. I can’t believe you’ll graduate so soon. I’ve been wondering if I should book my tickets for your graduation.”
“You should.” My voice is devoid of any emotion as I say it, my mind stuck on Elsie.
“You don’t sound that excited. What’s wrong? Is my son having girl problems?” She says it in jest, but when I don’t reply, Mom adds, “You really have girl problems. I can’t believe it.”
“Why not?”
“You’ve never shown interest in any girl.” That’s because I’ve been obsessed with Elsie. “I’m so happy you have someone. Tell me more about her.”
“She’s younger than me,” I hazard. I leave out the part about her being in high school. “And well, her folks are really well off.”
“Ah. You think you’re not good enough.”
“It’s not that.” I swallow. “I think she could do better than me.”
“Even though you love her?”
“How do you know that?” I catch my words, realizing I just confessed to loving Elsie to my mother. God, I’m really fucked now.
“Oh my god, you’re in love. It makes me really proud as your mom to know I raised a normal human being.” I grunt. “You’ve been so obsessed with Levi’s death ever since he passed away. I was starting to worry you’d spend your entire life trying to make up for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you didn’t want to study Math at Harvard. You were always interested in numbers, but more from a business perspective than a theoretical one. But after your brother died, you changed. You said you wanted to study Math.”
“I do like math.”
“But not as much as you like other things. It’s what your brother would’ve wanted. He always wanted to go to Harvard for Math, and I wonder sometimes if you feel guilty because you got to live instead of him. Is that why you’re doing things you think he would?” Her insight stuns me.
“I like what I’m doing.”
“That’s good, but I hope you’re not doing it for the wrong reasons. Ronan…I’ve seen the images in your room. You’re far too obsessed with George and your brother’s death.” She’s wrong. “I don’t want you to waste your life getting justice for him. Revenge isn’t going to bring him back.”
“Mom, you knew?”
“I had a hunch. When you started tutoring at the Mulligans’, I was worried you were going down that path.”
“But… what he did to Levi was unforgivable. If it wasn’t for him, my brother would still be alive.”
“He’s my son too,” Mom reminds me. “And I miss him every day. I want to get justice for him too, but not if it means losing my other son.” I hear her voice break and worry immediately fills my head. “I want you to be happy, Ronan. It’s my job as an adult to get justice for Levi. I don’t want you to carry that burden alone. If Levi were really around, he wouldn’t want you to spend your life on revenge. He’d want you to be happy, and do the things you’ve always wanted to do.”
“Mom…” My breathing is shaky. I grip the edge of the wall, just outside the shower.
“Be happy, Ronan. Go after that girl you love. That’s the best revenge.”
A profound realization washes over me and I realize that it’s time to go for what I want, despite the odds. Maybe Mom is right. Marrying Elsie might be the best revenge ever.
I shower and then I go check my savings account. It looks like I’m going to be buying a wedding ring.