12. Auden
Ihate that I can’t get enough of him, but damn, I can’t get enough of him. We went at it six times yesterday. And he’s still asleep beside me this morning. I can’t believe this. I’m not this reckless. And I’m never this sexual. He brings out this wild side of me I thought I lost when I went sober. I don’t like it because I don’t trust it. It scares me that I’ll be the person I was three years ago. I hate that person.
“Mm,” he hums, kissing my neck. “Morning, babe.”
I turn over and stretch, letting out a little moan. “Mm-mm, don’t call me babe.”
He takes this as a go and gets on top of me, parting my legs to either side of him. “What if I do? What’re you gonna do?” he teases, licking softly at my neck.
I lift his head. “Keep my legs closed.”
He chuckles sleepily. “I’d like to see you try, babe.”
He leans down to kiss me, but I move my head away and he gets my cheek. He tries again and gets the other cheek. A growl rumbles through him and he rolls off me to get a condom, which gives me the chance to get out of bed. He grabs me, pulling me back and forcing me to my knees. I love how he takes control of the bedroom. I hate that I’m jealous of him doing this with other women.
The condom is in place and he pulls my hips toward him, about to take me but he stops, hesitates, and flips me onto my back.
He slides into me with force and thrusts roughly, so rough I’m moaning much louder than I should, forgetting where I am for a moment. He covers my mouth, letting a moan slip from his lips, and kisses my neck.
I moan against his hand. “Oh, God!”
“Cum for me, Auden,” he demands, letting out a groan. He finishes before I can answer. But I do. Of course, I do.
“Fuck, you’re bad news,” I say, taking a breath.
“You like it.”
“Says who?”
“The fucking screams you let out.” He bites my bottom lip and rolls off me. “Sexy-ass screams I might add.”
I get off the bed and go to the washroom. “I’ll be quiet next time.”
He laughs when I close the door. “What’re the plans today?” he calls.
I roll my eyes; I’m not spending the day with him like a couple. We did enough ‘couple’ things last night. Holding hands, making love, cuddling, and taking pictures. It’s enough.
But fuck I don’t want it to be enough. I’m smitten by a man I just met. How did I get myself into this mess?
I turn the shower on and quickly brush my teeth. He comes in and sits on the toilet, looking over at me, then slapping my ass so hard I bite back a moan. He laughs at my reaction when he shakes himself. The confidence and comfort this man oozes is admiring. It makes me wonder if he’s like this with everyone or am I just lucky?
I escape into the glass shower and he dabs toothpaste on his finger, moving it about in his mouth before joining me.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, his hands gripping my hips.
He kisses my shoulder, nibbling at my neck. “Taking a shower with you.”
“You were supposed to leave,” I say, snarkily.
He pushes into me. “I have nothing to do today. I only start work at four.”
“Who says I’m spending the day with you?”
He makes the water warmer while his hand is still firmly placed on my stomach, and moves my hair off my shoulder to kiss it again. “Going to see your dad again?”
“Birth father,” I correct. “Yes, I’m going for breakfast.”
Storm bites my shoulder. “I’ll go for breakfast, too.”
“Do they know you spent the night with me?”
“Nope, just told them I had to leave yesterday,” he replies, spinning me around and pushing me into the wall of the shower.
“I’m not having sex with you without protection.”
“You did last night,” he says, kissing me. He tastes like mint.
I couldn’t help it last night. I rarely let my exes sleep with me unless they were prepared. Yet with Storm, I can’t control this sexual deviant that’s awoken in me. She’s come to life and doesn’t care about the consequences.
“Why do you think I’m taking a shower?”
He laughs dryly. “I’m not dirty.” That doesn’t convince me, and he can read it off my face. He rolls his eyes, tilting his head slightly. I think he likes how insecure I can be at times. Or maybe he likes my honesty. “My tool is always protected. I promise I’m clean.”
I swallow thickly, moving away from the spraying water. “The way people warn me about you, I don’t want you barebacking me after God only knows how many women you’ve done that to.”
“I told you. Ten women. Three have been in my bed and I swear on my mother, only one has gotten the feeling of my dick without protection,” he says, cupping my face. “Perks of having a big brother who got crabs from fucking around. I didn’t want that. So, I wrap it. Always.”
“And last night?”
He slams his lips on mine, lifting me. “You’re my exception.”
“Why?” I ask into his parted lips.
“You saved me,” he whispers but doesn’t say anything else. He’s inside me and ravishing me against the wall, doing so many things I go against.
I saved him? I don’t understand what he means by that. I’m too afraid to ask more. The only things going through my mind right now are his moans, his thrusts, and the release he leaves inside me. Thank fuck for birth control.
***
I have the towel wrapped around me, phone in hand, and I’m texting with Sean as Storm uses the washroom. This entire experience is beyond surreal. Not only am I learning about my history, but I’m also experiencing this kind of romance, not many people get to experience. That “love at first sight” vibe. What Storm and I share is much deeper than the plane of existence. It’s pure. Beautiful. Once in a lifetime.
SEAN: Eight times in the past two days? Damn girl, you gettin’ it ??
ME: It’s so crazy! I’m never this loose…this open with people.
SEAN: You like him, don’t you?
ME: I don’t know yet. I mean, sure, he’s hot and we click, but can I like someone after knowing them for like a day?
SEAN: Hey, we fell for each other many moons ago after an afternoon together!
ME: That’s different, we were horny kids.
SEAN: You guys are horny adults, what’s the difference? ??
ME: Shut up.
SEAN: I’m gonna ask again because my curiosity is on overdrive, what does he look like?
I find the pictures of Storm and me from last night and send them over; a cute one of Storm and I kissing one of us smiling, and a third one of our tongues tangled together as my tits are out and he gets a view of Storm’s muscled body. It’s not like Sean hasn’t seen my tits before. He was the first to see them and the last to have them in his mouth before Storm.
SEAN: HOT!
ME: Isn’t he? I still can’t believe this connection we have. It’s almost spiritual as if we were meant to meet that stormy night. We’re connected in so many ways, spiritually, and physically, and his sister-in-law is my birth father’s stepdaughter.
SEAN: Auden and Storm sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage ??
ME: WOULD YOU STOP!
SEAN: I hope he wrapped it. You start work next week, the last thing you need is a surprise waiting for you.
ME: I pop my birth control every morning at nine, I’m good.
SEAN: It’s a good thing I didn’t come to meet you yesterday. We’d be having that three-way we always talked about LOL
ME: In your dreams, big boy!
SEAN: HAHAHA!
The toilet flushes and the sound of the tap turning on gives me the incentive to stop talking to Sean. Storm deserves all of my attention; Sean can wait for a second.
ME: I’ll call you later, okay?
SEAN: You guys are going at it again?
ME: Shut your face ??
Storm walks out completely naked and winks, picking up his clothes off the floor and walking over to me. “You good?”
I nod quickly, holding up my phone. “Just texting with my best friend.”
SEAN: All right, call me later.
SEAN: Love you, kid ??
Storm looks down at the phone, frowning, and meets my eyes. “Your best friend’s a boy who tells you he loves you?”
I tap his chest and drop my phone on the bed, leaving the text thread open. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, it’s completely platonic.”
That’s a lie. Sean and I have had sex enough to know that if we ever decide to become a couple again, we’d work. He’s my rock when I’m down or anxious. And I’m his stability when he’s on a bender.
Yet the way Storm is looking at me, as if jealousy is coating the roof of his mouth, I don’t think he likes the fact that my best friend is a guy. And he isn’t the first of my exes to feel this way.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I say, chuckling awkwardly.
He forces a grin, shaking his head. “No, I’m good.”
I fold my arms across my chest and arch an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you.”
He shrugs a shoulder, ripping the towel off me and raking his bottom lip. “You better believe it, babe. Just promise me you’re not seeing anyone.”
There it is, jealousy.
“I’m not seeing anyone, babe,” I tease, walking past him toward the washroom. “Now put some clothes on, I’m hungry.”
He growls gripping my hips. “I am, too.” His hand moves down my stomach, teasing my clit as his tongue bathes my neck. “Tell me you want me.” He touches me, sliding two fingers inside me as my head falls back. “Only me.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Only you, Storm.”
He bends me over in front of the mirror, fingers still playing with my clit, and slides his dick into my entrance with his free hand.
One more go until we head out.
One more go allowing us to last the day without touching each other.
He grabs my hair and yanks my head back as I moan, releasing all over his hand, watching as I do. “Fuck, Auden.” He brings the fingers that were touching me to his lips and moans. “You taste so fucking good.”
He’s taking me roughly, his trap muscles bulging as he grips my hips and squeezes my ass. I should talk about Sean more often; I like how Storm takes his jealousy out on me.
He grunts, pushing deep inside me, and drops his head back, groaning as he shakes inside me. “Fuck,” he draws out.
I giggle, wiggling my ass against him. “Now can we get ready to go?”
He smiles, nodding. “My angel,” he whispers, slapping my ass once more.
A lot is riding on my future, and I’m not entirely sure how he’s going to fit into it just yet. But I don’t mind trying to figure it out with him inside me. No, I don’t mind that at all.