spoken to anyone in years.
They feel perfect.
Chapter 9
Eddie
I can hear hey crying, but I don’t leave my spot. In here he can’t find me. In here I am safe.
The walls shake from this last blow and I cower in the corner of my cupboard. I hear her sobs grow silent and his footsteps stomping out of the house.
Today it was because dinner wasn’t ready when he got home.
Yesterday it was because I missed a word on my spelling test.
Tomorrow it will be something else.
It doesn’t have to be. I can stand up for them tonight and there won’t be a tomorrow for him.
“Hey, Eddie,” Red’s voice echoes in my dream, pulling me from my nightmare. “Baby, wake up, you are having a nightmare,” she whispers.” I feel her breath on my ear and break out of my dream state, opening my eyes to meet her brilliant, glowing, hazel eyes.
My erratic breathing is pissing me off, as is the sweat that is gathering on my brow. I hate showing this type of weakness. What the hell was that dream about? I haven’t had a dream like that in months.
“You okay?” Her sweet smile warms my heart from the chill that set over it during the dream.
“Yea. Sorry about that.” I’m in a funk still from reliving that day, the day before she killed herself in our bathroom.
Just looking at Red, though, makes me start to forget everything that I just relived. I lean up to kiss her neck, grumbling profanities into her as her hand finds my hard length and starts rubbing. She shifts on top of me to meet my morning attraction with her own wetness, ready to take me. She grins at me, and looks me in the eyes before lifting up and pushing down onto me, slowly rocking her hips. Fucking Christ, she feels so damn good, I would be a happy man to wake like this every morning.
Flipping her over on the bed, she squeals in laughter and reaches up to grab the headboard. Fuck, how I wish we could be in my apartment right now. Her skin is fucking glowing, and I can’t stop the images of her bound, just for me, from rushing into my head. She bites her bottom lip and brings her feet up to rest on my shoulder, crossing her ankles for me to hold on to with one hand.
“Goddammit, Red,” I grunt as I slam into her, over and over. I can feel her tightening around me, and I slow my pace a little to help ease her off the edge. I can’t have this ending this fast, this is the best it’s ever felt. I can feel everything in this position and I don’t want it to fucking end.
“Harder, Eddie. Please,” she begs as I purposely and agonizingly move slower and slower. She’s begging for harder, but she’s moaning because I’m hitting just that right spot. Jesus she is so fucking tight I feel every part of her in my movements. I feel her tightening around me again and this time I don’t have as much willpower as before. This time, I feel my own orgasm coming on strong. Moving one of her legs to my other shoulder, I reach down and start rubbing her clit in slow circles as she pushes up her hips to meet my every thrust.
“Oh god, Eddie... Oh my GOD!” She screams a string of profanities, tightening so tight around me I explode immediately afterwards.
“Fuuuuck!” I growl as I pull out of her mid orgasm. Shit, we didn’t use a condom. FUCK!
“It’s okay, don’t freak out.” Her eyes are laughing at me, “I’m on the pill, remember?”
“Fuck... yea. Still, that’s so irresponsible of me. Shit, Red, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’d rather never have to use one.”
“Yea, it did feel fan-fucking-tastic didn’t it?” I grin at her and lay down next to her.
Cuddling in next to me, her fingers start tracing my tattoos, just like she did the first time she slept in my bed. I know she’s looking, I know she sees them, I can feel he fingers trace over the bumps over and over. Her face is still, eyes glistening, full of emotion and unanswered questions. I don’t want to have to have this conversation today, but I know she’s
They feel perfect.
Chapter 9
Eddie
I can hear hey crying, but I don’t leave my spot. In here he can’t find me. In here I am safe.
The walls shake from this last blow and I cower in the corner of my cupboard. I hear her sobs grow silent and his footsteps stomping out of the house.
Today it was because dinner wasn’t ready when he got home.
Yesterday it was because I missed a word on my spelling test.
Tomorrow it will be something else.
It doesn’t have to be. I can stand up for them tonight and there won’t be a tomorrow for him.
“Hey, Eddie,” Red’s voice echoes in my dream, pulling me from my nightmare. “Baby, wake up, you are having a nightmare,” she whispers.” I feel her breath on my ear and break out of my dream state, opening my eyes to meet her brilliant, glowing, hazel eyes.
My erratic breathing is pissing me off, as is the sweat that is gathering on my brow. I hate showing this type of weakness. What the hell was that dream about? I haven’t had a dream like that in months.
“You okay?” Her sweet smile warms my heart from the chill that set over it during the dream.
“Yea. Sorry about that.” I’m in a funk still from reliving that day, the day before she killed herself in our bathroom.
Just looking at Red, though, makes me start to forget everything that I just relived. I lean up to kiss her neck, grumbling profanities into her as her hand finds my hard length and starts rubbing. She shifts on top of me to meet my morning attraction with her own wetness, ready to take me. She grins at me, and looks me in the eyes before lifting up and pushing down onto me, slowly rocking her hips. Fucking Christ, she feels so damn good, I would be a happy man to wake like this every morning.
Flipping her over on the bed, she squeals in laughter and reaches up to grab the headboard. Fuck, how I wish we could be in my apartment right now. Her skin is fucking glowing, and I can’t stop the images of her bound, just for me, from rushing into my head. She bites her bottom lip and brings her feet up to rest on my shoulder, crossing her ankles for me to hold on to with one hand.
“Goddammit, Red,” I grunt as I slam into her, over and over. I can feel her tightening around me, and I slow my pace a little to help ease her off the edge. I can’t have this ending this fast, this is the best it’s ever felt. I can feel everything in this position and I don’t want it to fucking end.
“Harder, Eddie. Please,” she begs as I purposely and agonizingly move slower and slower. She’s begging for harder, but she’s moaning because I’m hitting just that right spot. Jesus she is so fucking tight I feel every part of her in my movements. I feel her tightening around me again and this time I don’t have as much willpower as before. This time, I feel my own orgasm coming on strong. Moving one of her legs to my other shoulder, I reach down and start rubbing her clit in slow circles as she pushes up her hips to meet my every thrust.
“Oh god, Eddie... Oh my GOD!” She screams a string of profanities, tightening so tight around me I explode immediately afterwards.
“Fuuuuck!” I growl as I pull out of her mid orgasm. Shit, we didn’t use a condom. FUCK!
“It’s okay, don’t freak out.” Her eyes are laughing at me, “I’m on the pill, remember?”
“Fuck... yea. Still, that’s so irresponsible of me. Shit, Red, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’d rather never have to use one.”
“Yea, it did feel fan-fucking-tastic didn’t it?” I grin at her and lay down next to her.
Cuddling in next to me, her fingers start tracing my tattoos, just like she did the first time she slept in my bed. I know she’s looking, I know she sees them, I can feel he fingers trace over the bumps over and over. Her face is still, eyes glistening, full of emotion and unanswered questions. I don’t want to have to have this conversation today, but I know she’s
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