Harder, Little Brat
seventeen
I toss my keys on the counter before grabbing a beer from the fridge. My chest feels a thousand times lighter than when I left the station. The pop and sizzle echoes throughout the room as I open my beer. The sound latches onto my leftover anxiety as the bottlecap and the feeling both fall to the floor. There’s no urge to retrieve either one. The darkness throughout the old house isn’t unwelcome, but intrusive thoughts are a real bitch.
What if there’s someone waiting for me around the corner or in my room?
There’s guns stashed all over the house, left by Pop. He insisted that I learn to shoot properly as soon as I could hold a pistol. As a retired green beret and policeman, he’d seen some shit. Shit that he wouldn’t let the women in his life go through if he could prevent it.
Too bad I hadn’t had a gun on me at the campsite. Brad would’ve had a permanent hole between his eyes if I had. Maybe then, I could rest easier knowing he couldn’t come after me again.
I flip the hall light on to ease my mind as I climb the stairs two at a time.
Making it into my room, I launch myself onto my bed, surprisingly without spilling a drop of amber. A little laugh bubbles up my throat as I take the first gulp.
The calming effect of the liquid takes over along with the need to sleep. God, I haven’t had a good night’s worth in what feels like ages. The lack of sleep and food combined over the last several weeks must contribute to my lower alcohol tolerance because I shouldn’t be feeling this way after a single beer. My body aches with longing for it to take me under its spell.
I must have had my head propped up on my hand when I dozed off because a slight dip in the mattress beside me has my neck plummeting and my heart racing. How long was I out? And who the hell is in my bed?
“Easy, killer. It’s just me.” He reached across my shoulders to pull my head toward him as he placed a kiss to my temple.
Relief flooded my system at the sight and feel of him.
“You scared the shit out of me, Charlie. I didn’t know you were coming over tonight, or I would have waited up for you.”
His eyes left mine to find the dropped bottle on the floor and came back. His eyebrows arched in question and a dash of humor danced in his stare.
“Looks like the party’s already started without me.”
“I can’t be blamed when apparently both of us missed the invitation.”
He chuckled, and it brought a genuine smile to my lips.
“No worries. We can start our own party right now if you want.”
We haven’t had sex since the incident happened aside from what transpired in the bathroom the other night, and that wasn’t full-blown. He never actually touched me. The thought of taking him up on his offer sends my heart running away split in half.
Of course, I want to, but I’m torn. The fear strangling the one half of my heart is not letting up. Sometimes, you just have to buckle up and do it scared. I’m hoping this is one of those times.
“Okay.” I give him a nod.
“Are you sure? I’ll wait as long as you need me to. Please don’t do this for me. I’m here for you. No matter what that looks like.” He rubs my back in circles.
“I’m sure.” The fact that he reacted this way solidifies my desire to try.
“If you need anything, let me know. I don’t care what it is or what is happening. I’ll do it. If we need to stop, just say the word.”
I rip my shirt over my head to signal that I’m done with the sappy shit. He wants a party? Good; let’s have one.
I shimmy my chest in front of him as I balance on my knees to unbutton my jeans. He wears a shit-eating grin when I land on my back below him, losing my pants shortly after.
His eyes meet mine when his hands grip my panties to peel them off of me, and the feather of his touch sets sparks aflame all over.
He crawls to settle between my thighs, looking ready to devour me. I hope I’ll let him. The nerves thrumming through my limbs make me shiver with both desire and fear. Charlie pebbles kisses up one thigh and down the other until he’s poised right over the apex. His tongue warms my center for a split-second before his finger enters me.
I can’t stop the influx of heavy breathing as the fear begins to take over the desire. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to focus on the pleasure alone. My stomach feels as though I’m racing a car over the top of a steep hill, making it plummet out of my ass and not in the good way.
A single tear escapes the corner of my eyes, falling to my ear. I don’t tell him to stop though. I can do this. I just have to get past the fear. Breathe through it. I”m safe here. This is Charlie. No one else is here.
God, I love sex. Why did he have to fuck up basically the only part of me that wasn’t broken? Sex was my safe place, and now I’m scared to sleep with my boyfriend? This blows. I want to kill that fucker for ruining this for me.
“Hey, where’d you go? Are you okay?”
Giving my head a little shake, I finally nod. “I’m good. Sorry.”
“Stay with me. It’s just us here.”
His hands come up to squeeze my breasts as he lavishes my clit with his tongue making my breath catch. My stomach starts flopping around again, but this time for a whole other reason. My muscles start to relax the way they should have from the beginning.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how good it feels.” The pinching of my nipples drags a gasp from my throat.
His teeth grip my clit lightly before increasing in pressure until I cry out. He knows how to torture me in the best ways. Slow, calculated licks cure the bite before he hums his approval against my skin. The detonating force of it brings me closer to the peak.
“I’m so close, Charlie. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he mumbles between licks and bites. The pressure only grows when two fingers push against my inner walls.
“Fuck.”
He abandons my clit to find the inside of my thigh with his teeth before latching onto it in a vice of suction. The sensation is enough to send me over the edge, careening into sweet oblivion as his fingers continue to stroke back and forth inside of me.
Breathing hard and fast, my mind is clear for the first time in weeks. I feel nothing but bliss. This is what I needed. My man. Making me forget.
He nestles in next to me, kissing my shoulder, neck, and cheek. “You look so beautiful, coming undone for me.”
A ghost of a smile pulls my lips up. I throw my leg over his midsection. The dusting of hair there tickles. Bringing my face to the crook of his neck, I kiss him softly, lulling him into a false sense of security before I dig my teeth into his skin right below his ear. A pained hiss escapes him as he grips my waist.
I don’t let up on my assault though, pinning him with the weight of me. His breathing hitches when I suckle his earlobe. My hand snakes downward toward the waistband of his jeans.
“Why aren’t these off yet?” I look at him disappointed.
He doesn’t grace me with a response before freeing his arm from underneath me and all but tearing them off.
“That’s better.”
“Want to know what would make it amazing?” He taunts with a smirk.
“How?”
“Ride me, little brat.”
There’s no time to pick my jaw up off the floor before he adds, “I promise, I’ll keep my hands to myself. Use me. Make yourself come all over my cock. I’m here for you. If you need to tie me down, do it. Whatever you need. I’m yours.”
I swear I would cry if I wasn’t already dripping wet in other places. Holy hell.
To make his point, he puts his arms behind his head, effectively making my eyes bulge at the sight of his taut biceps.
“What are you waiting for?”
Touche. The somersault in the pit of my stomach doesn’t slow me down. Grabbing onto his thick length, I go to lower my mouth over him, but I’m caught by a hand in my hair, temporarily paralyzing me.
“Sorry, baby. I know I said I’d keep my hands to myself, but if you put that mouth on me, I won’t be able to last. And I want you riding my cock as long as possible tonight. Can you make that happen?”
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
“Good. I need you. Now.”
I straddle him eagerly, trying desperately to ignore the pounding of my heart against my rib cage. I grip him with one hand and guide him to me. His head feels incredible against my clit, so I put all of my attention on the sensation, moving him back and forth over it, letting my eyes close and my head fall backward.
When the fear subsides a little more, I push myself up to get him at the right angle before sinking onto him, making him groan wantonly. Adjusting to the pressure, I start to set the rhythm.
“You’re doing so well, Haedyn. I’m so proud of you.”
His praise creeps below the surface, infecting its way into my stubborn heart at the same time that it intensifies the sensations between my legs. Falling for him happened slowly at first, but now that so much has happened, I’ve seen his heart, the way he cares for me. It might be the most obnoxiously beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
I scratch a path with both hands leading up to his throat, wrapping both of them as far around as I can reach. My hands are too small to actually choke him, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
“You want to choke me, little brat? Do it, then.” His dark eyes bore into my soul in challenge, watching me increase the pressure against his jugular. “Harder.”
So I oblige, squeezing the sides of his throat until I can count his pulse with ease. His eyes roll back in his head while his gorgeous teeth do their best to damage his bottom lip. Such a simple gesture, yet all of my attention flocks to it.
The redness flooding his cheeks brings me back to the present, instantly remembering the restriction I held on his blood flow. I try to ease up, but his hands circle my wrists, maintaining the pressure, increasing the tempo of his upward thrusts.
“Don’t you dare let up. Take it all out on me. I can take it.”
I release one hand to bring a sharp slap across his face, not quite hard enough to leave a hand print but enough to sting.
“You can do better than that,” he taunts as he bucks his hips, hitting my insides deep enough to make me brace my free hand on his chest to ground me.
“Harder.”
I give him a questioning look, but do as he says, oddly enough, delivering another swift smack. This time, there is a red outline of two fingers on his right cheek to greet me. The sight of it allows waves of anger to be siphoned out into the air, dissipating like smoke from a hard-earned cigarette.
His gaze turns feral, and I can feel the spark coming back to life within me. The drive to push him to his limits just so that he can turn around and do the same to me. We complement each other in the best ways. The give and take is electric between us, and I can tell by the way his eyes devour me that he wants to take right now. I also know that he won’t, not unless I give him the okay to do so. In this moment, I do.
“Come and get me,” I spew in his direction, jumping off of him to the floor, instantly missing the feel of him inside me.
Barely making it to the door before strong arms slam into it beside my head, caging me in, I can’t stop the smile or the rush of adrenaline filling my veins.
“And just where do you think you’re going? We’re not done, yet.” There’s a slight pull against my scalp before the sharp pressure of teeth meets my neck followed by a soothing tongue.
My eyes meet his in a sideways glance, and we lock in a state of complete understanding. He’s asking if I’m okay, giving me the option to stop this game, but I don’t feel the need to. I’m safe with him.
Smirking at him, I turn around to slap him again, but he catches my wrist midair. “Not so fast. I believe it’s my turn.”
No sooner than the words leave his mouth am I forced to my knees and looking up at him. The devilish grin on his face is enough to keep me soaked and impatient.
He rains kisses all over me, kneeling with me now, before checking silently once again that I’m okay. Not finding an argument from me, he impales me in one thrust, forcing an unrestrained moan to leave my lips.
“If that sound is the last that I hear, I could die a happy man.”