Didi
Hot breath tickles my ear, and my eyes snap open. I must have dozed off because he’s already curled up behind me. His lips brush my shoulder, on the skin just above my collarbone. “Hi, firefly.”
I sit up, getting my bearings, mortification settling in my stomach. He’s watching me with a smile playing on his lips. I have an urge to run my thumb over his cute mustache, but I sigh and lay my head back into the crook of his shoulder. “Hi, Tommy.”
He pulls me closer, his hand curling around my stomach. “What are you doing down here?”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I must have fallen asleep. Sorry, I’ll go.” I try to wriggle away, but his hands are too big, and I’m too small to move beneath him, so I stop trying.
His body and hand relax once I release my tension.
I turn to face him, his boyish eyes staring down at me, his hair hanging in loose waves around his handsome face. Those big brown eyes make my heart flutter.
“Can I ask you a question, Didi?”
I blink at him and nod.
“Are you still my girlfriend?” he asks innocently. It’s a simple question but complicated on so many levels. It makes my heart hurt.
“Tommy…”
“Because I don’t remember breaking up.”
I press my lips together and cup his cheek. “You buried me inside a well. I’m pretty sure that’s the moment we broke up.”
“Well, technically, it wasn’t you.”
I blow out an exasperated breath. We’re quiet for a moment, just gazing into each other’s eyes, so much unspoken between us. His lips are so close, so tempting. Suddenly, it’s just us again, like those days in high school. An invisible pull connects us. I close my eyes and lose myself in him.
“If things were different, I would have given my entire life to you, Didi. I would have protected you from this and forced you out of town when I had the chance.”
A small sob escapes me. “I know,” I whisper, tracing my fingers along his sharp jawline. “I know you would have, Tommy.”
He gently strokes my forehead with his thumb. “It’s not too late. We could run away. Just you and me.”
I frown at him. “You don’t want that. You’d miss Talia and Remy too much. And I would, too.”
He sighs, running his hand along my side. “Yeah,” he admits. “You’re probably right. Is he…is he treating you right?”
I smile despite myself. “Yeah. He’s been good to me.”
His eyes grow dark. “Good. Cause I’ll kick his ass if he hurts you.”
How did everything get so screwed up? How did I fall for someone else, and why are my feelings for Tommy not evaporating? How am I falling in love with two men?
“I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t mean to fall for him.”
He rolls onto his back, placing his arms around his head. I let my eyes wander over him, lingering on his powerful legs. The familiar flush of arousal spreads through me, a sensation different from what I experience with Remy, and in different places.
They each have a different impact on me.
Tommy makes my heart melt, where Remy makes me ache all over.
I bite my lip and try to roll away from him. “I should go. He’ll be home soon.”
He reaches out and grabs my wrist, tightening his grip. I freeze, looking down at his fingers as they curl around my hand, then meet his eyes.
He tilts his head. “He won’t mind if you stay with me. There are no rules here.”
No rules? His whole identity now is rooted in ancient rules.
I want to be near him for a while, so I settle back down beside him and let out a shaky breath.
“Are you scared of me now?”
I should be petrified of him. I should be petrified of all of them. “No.”
His eyes linger on my lips, and I arch my hips so I’m rubbing against his center. A low rumble escapes him as he bucks back, and our bodies melt together.
“Tommy,” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Did you ever think that maybe you should be scared of me?”
His hand slides down my side, pinching my curves, and he bites his lip. “I’m petrified of you, Didi. I’m petrified of the power you have over me.”
I buck my hips as his hands move lower, where they shouldn’t be. The familiar heat builds in my stomach. It almost hurts how badly I want him; how much I missed him. Our bodies simply can’t be together without touching.
“Didi, you’re killing me,” he growls, nibbling on my ear.
“You liked me soft and innocent, didn’t you?” My hands find his back, and I scrape my nails down his flesh. I don’t know what’s coming over me…it’s like I have no control.
I’m not the devout girl I was brought up to be. Not anymore.
His erection presses into my pelvis, and he frames his head with his hands. “I like you any way I can get you, firefly.”
I graze his cock with my knuckles, moving my hand down, pulling it out, and cupping it. I can’t explain it, but I only want to pleasure him. “There’s something very important about me I don’t think you understand,” I whisper.
His breathing shallows, his erection pushing into me, and I graze it with my knuckles again.
“And what’s that?”
My head swirls from the heat of him. “I’m not afraid of anything, Tommy,” I breathe. “I’m not afraid of Talia, I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not afraid to die.”
A beat passes between us, and he finally steals a kiss. His tongue sweeps my mouth softly, and I run my hands through his hair. I moan into his mouth, and my body explodes.
Fear, friction, fire.
He makes me feel everything.
Our bodies conform, and we kiss for a solid minute until I’m breathless and aching.
The darkness finds me. My mind clouds, panic seeps into my core… I’m not afraid to die—that was the truth—but this boy…
Something tells me I should be terrified of him.
I press myself against him harder. Months of wanting him, of missing him, of hating him. I nudge him against the bed. Then, I lean down and bite his bottom lip.
I’m ready for him. He’s mine, not Talia’s. Tommy Landry is mine.
“Hey.” He pushes me back slightly. “Slow down, firefly. We’re not in a rush.”
“You don’t want me anymore,” I say breathlessly.
“That’s not what I said.”
My body constricts itself.
I’m a stupid, stupid girl.
I roll away from him and face the dark, windowless wall. This is a dungeon…he merely masks it with band posters. A few moments go by, and he doesn’t say anything. His hands find my skin again as he slowly rubs my back.
After a few seconds, he pulls me close, our foreheads touching. Then, his fingers intertwine with mine as he moves his hand to the hem of my pants, unzipping them and pulling them down slightly.
His fingers are inside me before I can stop him…
“Did you fuck him?” he asks in a low breath.
My lips part slightly, still teasing his lips with my teeth, as he slides another finger in my pussy. “That’s none of your business.”
“Tell me,” he growls. “I want to know. I can tell by the way you carry yourself now that you’re not a virgin anymore, are you? How many times has Remy fucked you?”
My stomach lurches and my heart rate quickens as he starts to pump his fingers inside me, swirling his thumb along my clit, adding pressure.
Panic constricts my throat when I realize what he’s doing.
How do I explain that no one’s ever been down there before?
I’m eighteen years old, and I can’t even bring myself to touch myself.
And Remy certainly hasn’t been inside me, beyond some soft strokes and kisses.
It’s like deep down, I’ve been waiting for Tommy.
My breathing deepens, and my pussy clamps around his finger.
He pulls out and wipes my wetness on my belly, keeping his lips teasing against the skin of my neck. “Dammit, Didi. You feel so good. So wet for me, firefly.”
I let out a moan as I lay my head down, splaying my white hair out behind me.
He pulls the blanket over us as a draft hits my skin, his other hand reaching and cupping my breast, teasing my tight nipple. The pressure is mounting—so wet, tight, and painful.
“Relax, firefly,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
I release everything and let him. All the pain I’ve held on to for all these years bubbles up in my chest, and I want to burst. I will burn in hell for this.
It burns like I’m already there.
I’m so close… I bite my lip and open my eyes again, distracting myself with the lava lamp. I brace myself as he pulls out his cock.
“What was it like?” he whispers.
“What?” I say breathlessly, furrowing my brow.
“When you fucked Remy. Tell me what it was like.” He bites the flesh of my ear, and I let out a squeak. “Was it painful? Did you get off?”
His lips find my neck. “Were you as wet and turned on as you are now?”
He presses the tip of his cock inside me—
Pop.
My eyes bulge open as liquid trickles out of me. He jerks up, his face flushed and concerned. The mean version of Tommy is gone, and my sweet Tommy is back.
He quits thrusting and goes wholly still, his cock still erect inside me. “Jesus, Diana.”
My cheeks turn crimson. He must have felt that, too. My hands wrap around his back. “Keep going,” I whisper.
He slowly pushes inside me deeper, his cock stretching me, and he slowly starts to thrust, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. “Is this okay?”
I nod, and he thrusts repeatedly, cradling my body each time he goes deeper inside.
The burning subsides and the pleasure of him hits—he’s hot and slick and gentle.
I pull him closer, my hands tracing the lines of his back.
I love this, I love him. If this is what hell feels like, then I’ll gladly burn for eternity.
I wait for the flames to erupt around me as he continues fucking me.
“Didi, I think I’m going to—”
“Sorry to interrupt.” A voice from the darkness, just beyond the beads.
Tommy, still hard, pulls out and twists around on his back just as Talia walks through and smiles at us in the dim light. The blanket is half strewn over top of us, and thank goodness I’m still wearing my top and the blanket is covering me.
He places his arms behind his head and relaxes as if we were merely having a conversation. I’m terrified of how she will react to this.
“You didn’t interrupt anything, babe,” he says, his voice smooth and confident. “Didi just came down for a visit, and we were catching up.” I can sense his heartbeat, smell his sweat, and sense the nervous energy radiating off him.
Talia scares him.
I watch Talia carefully, and her eyes are glued on me.
I’m mortified, but she doesn’t seem bothered by what Tommy and I were just doing.
Her long black hair is styled in waves, and she’s got the same flower tucked in it.
She’s wearing platform shoes and a mini-dress that shows off her legs.
She looks amazing—better than my present condition, crumpled under Tommy’s sheets.
Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she watches me in this compromising position, her eyes lingering on Tommy’s naked cock.
She walks to his side, leans down and kisses him, causing heat to rise into my chest. “When you’re done fucking, I’d like us all to have dinner together.
I have a special surprise for you tonight, Diana.
It’s time for you to earn your place here. ”
My stomach clenches, a pleasant sensation, and my vagina is still throbbing from what Tommy and I just shared. Or perhaps it’s because Talia lingers her attention on me instead of Tommy.
Tommy licks his lips as he stares at her. Their eye contact is palpable. “We’ll be right up.”
“No rush. And when you’re finished, make sure to clean yourself up, Diana, because we’re going out tonight.” She saunters off into the darkness from where she came with no comment on what she just witnessed. Her lack of visceral reaction in this situation is quite unsettling.
I watch Tommy, and he’s fixated on her as she walks away, vanishing like a shadow. Finally, he turns to me, eyes smoldering, and I can’t decipher the look on his face. He runs a hand through his shaggy hair. “You’ve never done that before?” he asks me. “You and Remy haven’t...”
My voice comes out as a tremble. “You’re my first,” I whisper as tears well up in my eyes, and I run my fingers through his messy hair. “You were always supposed to be. I waited for you, Tommy.”
The emotion in his eyes is a maelstrom. For the first time since I’ve seen him again, he’s looking at me the way he used to.
His jaw flexes. “Damn, Didi. What am I going to do with you?” He curls his arm over my body. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t here. I don’t know how this is going to end for us.”
I lay my head on his chest, catching my breath, and he plays with my hair. We lie together in blissful peace as the enormity of what I just did hits me.
I just lost my virginity to Tommy, and he didn’t get to finish.
He sighs. “Let’s head upstairs. Talia gets impatient if we make her wait.” He rises and peers down at me as I lie in his bed, his face still so pained when he looks at me. A small draft of cool air snakes over my skin, and suddenly, I’m freezing.
Exposed.
“Take a few minutes if you want to clean up.”
“Thanks,” I say curtly, wishing he would finish what he started. I adjust myself under his blanket, but I remain on his bed.
I’m here, and I want him back.
He watches me, his gaze fixed on mine. After a moment, he leans down, and kisses me softly. “This isn’t over, firefly,” he murmurs. “Not even close.” Then he disappears behind the beaded curtain.
Following her blindly.
I lie for a few minutes as I try to calm my heart. I run my hands between my legs, and when I bring my hand up, I gasp as blood drips down my fingers.