Chapter 30: A little, and then some

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EMILY

As I turn my body, my hand lands on a man's chest. I cautiously open my eyes and see a sleeping gorgeous black man. His beautiful body next to mine, bare and glorious. His penis lies limp on his thigh. I press my thighs thinking about him inside me. My vagina aches between my thighs. Remembering how impossibly deep he was I roll my eyes and groan. I also groaned because I'm in realization of what I've done and that it can't be taken back.

Is it wrong to say, that I don't completely regret what we did?

I feel bad, of course. But ask yourself; if you just had the best sex of your life with your soul mate, would you regret it? If he was hitting spots you didn't know exist and left you so satisfied, in a ways you've never been.

I mean I guess, even so, it's no excuse to cheat and that's on me.

I trail my finger along his abs, his stomach flexes in response. "I just slept with you." I whisper to Noah, although he is sleeping. I sit up, and immediately look for my phone. Chances are I've ruined my relationship with Rick; so I guess I have to deal with that. I get off the bed and get on my knees to look for my phone, it's face down on the floor next to the dresser. I turn on my phone, it's a quarter past three in the morning. I see no missed calls besides a text from Scarlett.

I stand up and walk into the bathroom and proceed to call my fiancé. He answers the tiredness apparent in his voice, "Hey baby."

"Rick, hi." I say. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"Nah it's okay, I couldn't sleep anyways. I've been up watching reruns. My phone was in the kitchen charging, I just got your voice messages."

"DON'T. Don't listen to them. Please?" I plead.

"Why not?"

"I was drunk yesterday and said somethings I shouldn't have. Just please promise me you won't listen to them."

"Come on, what did you say?"

"Just a bunch of bullshit. Don't listen to them, okay?"

"Shit, okay."

"Okay, look I have to go, I love you, bye." I hang up abruptly.

I lift up the toilet seat and sat. I pressed my elbows against my thighs, my hand covering my face as peed. I process what happen last night.

I slept with Noah, who's my mate, so I what did wasn't entirely bad. There's nothing wrong with that. But I sent voice messages to Rick while we were fucking.

Definitely something wrong with that.

I mean for fuck sake; the sex wasn't even that good.

Wasn't it though? The best sexual experience, I've ever had.

I step in the shower and turn on the hot water. Immediately, beads of water pour over my body. I lean against the wall as the shower's pressure hits me.

What I want to know, is how someone can last so fucking long? It's because he's not fucking normal. He's high ranking werewolf. His stamina is incredible. We must've been at it for hours on end. It was the first and last time and he made it count. And damn did he get under my skin.

Who am I kidding? He did more than simply get under my skin. He got under my soul and fucked her. He fucked us into oblivion.

~FLASHBLACK~

"Who are you?" I ask strenuously. "You've never met him, and you think you know him better than me? You don't know anything about my relationship." I hold out my finger.

He pauses and looks at me, studying me he goes, "I don't think you really love him."

"What would make you think that?"

"I think," he starts, "you love the idea of him rather than really him."

I shake my head, "Noah-"

"Have you told him that you're not mundane?"

"That's none of your business."

"So no." He concludes.

"No, I haven't. What does that have to do with you?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "Don't you think it's a little weird that you haven't told him yet? It makes me think; if you're keeping your true nature from him, what else might you be keeping from him? What else are you willing to not tell him?"

How the hell is he doing that? He's reading me like a book.

I give up. You win.

I roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders. "So?"

"I'm curious about this." He curls his finger back and forth between us.

I fold my arms across my chest, "What are you saying?"

He let his drink down on the bar's table and tread closer to me. "I'm saying that I want you. I'm saying, I know you want me too. We can explore this lust with each other and nothing has to change, in a couple of weeks you'll become an honest woman in another state and no one will know about our little endeavor."

I have to admit, it's tempting. I can just have a taste and that will be that. I can get him out of my system and never see him again. What Rick doesn't know won't hurt him?

Damn, he looks so damn fuckable. Maybe just once.

Am I really considering this?

I roll my eyes and turn my back to him. "I'm hungry. You hungry? I'm going to order some breakfast. You want something?"

I pick up my room's phone and call room service. I feel his body come against my back, he takes the phone from against my ear and hang up the phone. He puts his hands against my waist and turns me around.

He's so close to me. The palm of his hands presses against my low back. My eyes focus is on his lips, I want to taste him again. They look so delicious, the way his lips were slightly open. As he breathes, I smell the hard liquor. I tiptoe and push my lips against his, I lick the liquor off his lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck. He pulls my towel off of me and it lands on the floor, I stood there naked against his clothed body. He turns me around, hands on my hips. He kisses the back of my neck. I push everything off the nightstand and lean over, gripping the sides of the table and spread my legs. He kisses and licks my back. I feel him back up and hear him unbuckle his belt. I push myself against his jeans.

He passes his knuckle in between my slit. My breathing hitches, I become anxiously as the cool air hit my vagina.

Noah rubs me slowly and as he does this, I become unapologetically moist. My juices falls down my shaky legs.

He slides two fingers in me, and slowly pushes in and out. Curling his fingers in me, the bottom of my belly churns. I press my toes hard against the cold porcelain ground.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

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Scarlett POV

I wake up the sound my ringing phone, with my eyes closed I answer it and put it against my ear.

"Hello." I say groggily.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Kaitlyn shouts.

"What are you talking about?"

"Scarlett, why aren't you in school? Did you oversleep?"

I look at the time on my phone, "Fuck, I guess I did." I sit up. "It's a whatever now, it's eleven. I might as well skip." I uncover myself and get out bed.

"You can let me do P.E. by myself."

"It's just for one day, I'll be there tomorrow."

"You should have told me you planned to not come.

"It wasn't planned."

"If I knew you weren't coming today, I wouldn't have come either."

"Too late for that. It's okay. I have a lot on my mind, I'm going to just sleep in for the day, until work." I say walking to the kitchen.

She sighs over the phone and says nothing like she knows how stressed I am and knows I don't want to get into at this moment.

"Alright I gotta go. I need to eat something."

"Okay..." she says sadly. "Bye..."

I hang up and place my phone face down on the counter, then proceed to make cereal.

As I ate, I look through my text messages. Jacob texted me at 4 in the morning. 'Good morning.'

With a smile I text him back, 'Morning.'

As I waited for him to text back, I notice his number hasn't been changed. It's the same. I was talking to him last night; how did I not notice?

He got a new phone but not new number, what the hell is that? Completely defeats the purpose of getting rid of it in the first place. Unless he blocked them, then that's a different discussion. But would he even give the effort to do that? Doubt it.

So that means, Rose and Maya can still call him late at night. How will he respond when I'm not there? When they call twelve o' clock at night; when he picks up, what will he say? Will he fuck them the same way he did me? Would he? Fuck them; days after fucking me? He wouldn't do that, would he? I squeeze the spoon in my hands, close my eyes and clinch my teeth. The thought that he isn't done with them, aggravates me. They still have contact with him. They can still call and text him and he can still fuck them.

Did I give in too quick?

I did, didn't I? And why wouldn't I? Who wouldn't?! He said all the right things and I'd anything to have him completely. Have you ever experience feeling like you have him one moment and the next you don't?

Is that a completely crazy feeling to have?

Is it so insane, a couple of days ago I believed him when he said, 'I love you'. Now I just I feel like his words were, bullshit.

I don't want to share him.

Not wanting to share him is not irrational.

I open my eyes and take a deep breath, I text him again, 'Where are you?'

He texts back, 'home'

'with who?'

"what do you mean?'

'Are you there with someone?'

'no.'

'I don't believe you.'

'dnt do this Scarlett.'

'What am I doing'

'You're pushing me away. I hate that.'

I didn't text back after that, I cleaned after myself and decided to go take a shower. I washed myself like my body is covered in dirt, I feel dirty and nauseous. He called during my shower, but I didn't answer. I don't want to hear his voice right now. I'm mad at him, even if I might not have reason to be.

He was right, I am pushing him away, but I can help it. I want him for myself, but I feel like I never truly will have him. But then again, who's to say? I haven't truly been with him that long, maybe a couple of weeks. I feel so selfish, but I have a right to be. He's mine. And if he isn't he needs to make that clear.

I hate that I'm so insecure, but I really can't help it. I can't help that I need to be reassured all the time or that help the fact that I have trust issues. These things take time. But the question is does he have the patience?

As I dried myself and applied lotion over my body, he calls again. I look down at my his name and roll my eyes, ignoring his call. My phone stops ringing eventually, and I put on my bra and panties.

He calls again, this time I deliberately press the decline button and forward to voicemail so he knows I don't want to speak to him. But he doesn't stop trying, he calls again and I decline his call, and tries again over and over until I pick up the phone.

It's actually sexy, how adamant he is about speaking to me. Annoying, but sexy.

"What do you want?" I answer.

"What's wrong with you?"He growls aggressively.

Of course my body shook in response to the way he spoke, but my mind didn't.

"What do you mean what's wrong with me?" I respond.

"When I call you, you better answer the phone."

Who does the hell he think he is, calling MY phone deciding he has the right to talk to ME like that?

I look at my phone distastefully, "Does that shit actually work for you?"I say into the phone. "Don't call my phone and to talk to me like that. I don't owe you shit, if I don't WANT to answer my phone. I won't, and that is just how it's going to be. You're going to have to deal with it." I could tell he was shocked by the way I spoke to him, because he doesn't seem like the type of person who's use to it.

Well either way, he's going to learn today. I don't care who he approaches to like that, that shit isn't going to sit well with me.

The line goes dead. Did he just hang up on me?

I call him back, because I refuse to end our conversation on that note. I want more, I need more. So now it's my turn to blow up his phone. So there I am, calling him again and again but this time it's him who isn't answering.

So that's how it's going to be?

No problem, I stop calling him and continue to put on clothes.

I threw my phone on my bed and put on a black tank tops with black tights. I don't have to got work until about 2 to 3 hours from now.

So I go to the living room and open up the television, I play a black and white movie. They're interesting to me.

About 20 minutes into the movie, someone knocks on the apartment door. I walk to the door and look through the peephole and see Jacob. His demeanor is calm, his held is tilt as he looks at the door. Waiting for me to open the door.

"What do you want?" I say through the door.

"Open the door Scarlett." He says, his voice on edge.

I unlock the door and open it.

I look at him he looks at me, silence between us. He seems restless.

He starts walking closer to me, his hands on my waist he pushes me inside, and pushes the door close with his foot.

"Who the fuck do you think you were talking to?" He ask forcefully looking down at me.

I roll my eyes and scoff, and turn away from him.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. Oh, I can see it in his beautiful brown eyes that I've upset him. I have challenged his masculinity and he doesn't know how to handle it.

I try and take my hand away from him but his grip is tight.

"I was talking to you. What are you going to do about it?"

He tugs at the bottom of my shirt and presses his body against mine. He continues to look down at me and look up at him daringly. He slowly raise his hands over my breast to my neck. I watch his hand move as he does this. I stare back at his face, his gorgeous stern face.

I see what he wants to do, and honestly I'm turned on by it. He wants to put me in my place, well I have the time.

Let's play.

"You better watch how you speak to me."

"I'm not one of your bitches who plays by your rules."

His grip grew tight as I spoke, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't getting aroused.

My heart was beating heavy inside my chest, so much that I wanted to rip it out and give it away to him.

I bite the inside of my lips and try to straighten my neck but his grip only grew tighter. He walks back with me, and before I knew it my back was pushed against the kitchen counter.

I feel like my heart just dropped down to my crotch and it was beating hot and heavy there.

"Today is not the day for one of your attitudes."

"Oh yeah," I graze my bottom lip with my teeth. "Put me in my place." My hand reaches for his belt and I tug at it.

He gives me a throaty growl and his glare grew harder. My juices are flowing, I'm wet and ready for him just to slide in me. I want to feel him separate me.

"You're going to drive me crazy."

I put my hands to his chest and I felt it slowly vibrate. "Your driving me crazy." I purr.

He slides his hand down to the hem of my tights and slides his hands in, he reaches inside my panties and under my pussy. He parts my lips and massages me.

I look up to him wide eyed as he slowly pleasures me. My chest expands as I take in deep breaths.

"You're so fucking wet." He groans. "Is this for me?" He asks as he puts his callous middle finger in my hole.

"Yes." I whimper.

He takes his finger out of me and push it against my lips. "Taste what I'm doing to you." I suck on his finger seductively as he watches. I felt his erecting penis grow on my stomach.

Does he know, just how much need him?
Does he know, what he's doing to me?

I need him to take me and make me his again.

My wetness seeps through my panties. He grabs my hairs and pulls it back, I look up to the ceiling as he licks my the side of my face down my neck.

I tremble down to my core.

My thighs quivers. "Fuck me." I whisper.

He takes his hand to the top of my shirt and pulls it down exposing my cleavage to him. He pulls it harder, ripping it down the middle. Now, not only is my chest exposed but my bra that my held breast together and my stomach is bare.

"Say you're mine."

"I'm yours." I moan submissively.

He whispers in my ear, "When I call you, you answer your fucking phone."

"Mhm." I say.

"Use your fucking words, so I know you understand me." He pulls my hair to the side roughly.

"Agh! Yes Jacob."

"You understand me?"

"Yes."

His dominance gives me life.

With his hand on my hair, he uses his other and pushes my breasts out of the bra cup. He plays with my hard nipples, pulling them, squeezing them between his fingers. As he does this, he looks at my fluttering eyes.

"You're so damn pretty." He says in awe.

"I'm in love with you."

He groans, "Say that again."

"I'm in love with you," I say tenderly.

"You make me so weak, Scarlett." He pushes his body closer against mine.

I moan as he continues to touch me, I rise on my heels and he grabs and squeeze both my breast in his hands. The base of his tongue smooths over my nipples.

I moan his name and curl my toes. I run my fingers down his soft jet black hair to the back of his neck. I roll my eyes as his lips press on my breast.

I put my hand under his chin and raise it so my lips meets his.

He shoves his tongue in my mouth, moves his hands under my thighs and lifts me up. He walks me over to my room and lays me on my bed.

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. His white boxers visible, I want to pull him out and suck him off but not as much as he want he wanted to eat me.

He pulls my tights off and it lands on the floor, he goes down between my legs and kisses in between my thighs.

He takes off my panties and puts it against his face and inhale deeply. He rolls his eyes and I swear, that's one of the sexy shit he's ever done.

He moves to kiss my lips, sticks his tongue to separate them.

Jacob pushes my thighs wide apart and eats my pussy like he owes me that. I went crazy under him. I couldn't keep it together, he's so good. He sucks on my juices and eats my pussy violently.

"Oh. FUCK!" I gasp my chest heaving up and down. "Please, don't stop. Shit! Jake, I about to come."

He slides three fingers in me and fucks me until I orgasm. And I did.

My body shudders violently as I came, I scream his name.

He goes up to my face and kisses my lips. He takes out his dick and shoves into me unwaveringly.

He begins to fuck me senseless. My pussy tight, holding him in like wet fist. I wrap my legs around his waist and move my body with his.

"Fuck baby!" He says, thrusting vigorously inside me. "You're so fucking tight." He puts my hands above my head and holds it there.

"Ah, yes. Fuck." I roll my eyes to the back of my head. He was balls deep inside me. He fucked me so hard and so deep, I came hard but he still continued to fuck me. I came over and over again, but he was still hard like a rock.

He slides out of my me, my juices visibly coated his dick.

He took off his shirt, and got out of his clothes completely. It scares me a little, because the way he looked at me, was like he wants to destroy me. But I don't even care, I'd let him destroy me in anyway he wanted.

"Come and get in your knees." He says.

I did as he said, and got on my knees in front of him.

I look up at him waiting for him to feed me, he takes a fist full of my hair and shoves his dick inside of my mouth. I place my hands on him and

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