“I can’t wait to be inside your cunt,” he says, as I straddle him and guide his cock inside of me. As soon as he is in all the way, I lean back, bracing my hands on his thighs and begin to move, raising and lowering my hips. Bain holds my hips and bucks underneath me. With his head leaned against the couch, he has his lip tucked into his teeth and eyes tightly shut.
I keep my movements steady and don’t have a filter on my noises. Bain fills me, giving me the pleasure I’ve been craving. “Fuck,” I cry loudly, tightening my * around him. His size still catches me off guard. Tilting my head, I concentrate on the greatness that is two bodies becoming one. Our skin slaps together, as his dick rubs me vigorously. My body begins to combust with pleasure and with urgency, I slam hard up and down, letting my release take over. I wait for Bain to do the same, but his noises never come. He seems to be even and calm, which is not like him – at all. Running my fingers through his hair, I ask, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You just…You didn’t come.”
“Yeah, I did, right in the beginning. I don’t know what you’re doing to me or my cock, but I like it.”
Staring at Arion asleep in my bed, I almost feel guilty for not waking her. I check the clock and it’s 12:47am. I should take her home; I know how she feels about staying the night. But the truth is…I don’t want to, she makes everything so much better. Being around her makes all my worries so minuscule.
Especially considering the morning we had, she really turned things around and made me forget about all of the bad shit. She also did a damn good job at keeping my mind busy. It was nice to talk to her about a lot of the thoughts swirling around my head. It makes me feel not so crazy getting them off my chest and having someone that agrees with me. Someone that’s experienced a loss a lot like I have.
I know losing Kinsey isn’t the same as losing the love of your life. However, her loss impacted me to the point where I spiraled and lost touch with the person I once was. I’m addicted to pills, my mom is in rehab, and my family is basically torn. We’re not the same people we used to be.
Arion rolls over, curling into a little ball. I leave a kiss on her cheek and get up to get dressed. I know I have to take her home. I owe her that much. I respect her wishes and won’t ruin that trust. Once I’m dressed, I lean over her, brushing her soft, blonde hair out of her face, and kiss her lips. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We gotta get going.”
She doesn’t respond to me. I know she’s tired. “Come on, A. We gotta go, babe.” The word ‘babe’ leaves my mouth before I know what I’ve said. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? No feelings!
Again she doesn’t respond and I nudge her a little. “Come on.”
“No,” she grumbles.
“No, let’s go,” I say tickling her back with the tips of my fingers.
“Nuh-uh, I’m fine,” she responds and rolls into a tighter ball.
“You sure?” I ask.
She nods her head and I leave the bedroom. I mean, what can I do? If she says she’s fine, then she’s fine. I know what I want to do is strip down stark naked and cuddle her, but I can’t. I think I’m having these kinds of feelings because she told me not to. So instead, I make my way to the couch.
I know having her in my house for the night will make it almost impossible for me to sleep, so I pray for some darkness. Before I hit the couch, I check that everything is locked and look in at her one last time. She’s so small and comfortable in my bed. She’s naked from the sex we had earlier, and that hair…I’ve always been a sucker for blondes.
Going back to the living room, I turn the light off and plop down on the couch. Turning the TV on, I remember there isn’t shit on as it’s one in the morning. I roll over, covering myself with the throw from the back. The moment I close my eyes, I’m haunted with images of Kinsey and someone hurting her. I open them and stare at the ceiling. Dammit, I’m fucked up. The fingerprint doesn’t mean shit. I’m sure it was from one of her friends driving her car.
I remind myself to think of Arion – she’s my distraction.
Waking up, my hand is clutched tightly around my cock. God, it feels good. As I jerk myself, I imagine the inside of Arion’s *, so warm and tight. I have a tight grip around the base and suddenly realize she’s here. What the fuck am I doing?
I pull my hand away and roll to my side, glancing around the room. The clock on the wall reads 11:18am. Sitting up, I stare at my erection, mentally pleading with it to go down. Once it does, I make my way to my bedroom, but Arion isn’t there. Nervously, I glance around. She can’t be far since she doesn’t have a car. She’s probably swimming, but the pool is empty and calm. Frantically, I begin to check each room.
She’s not here. Fuck, she left.
Walking back to the couch, I grab my cell phone. She hasn’t sent me a text or called. I dial her number and it rings a few times then goes to voicemail. I call her again and can’t believe that she really left without saying goodbye or anything.