Flying Free (MAC Security 2.50)

“Yeah.”

He pulls out nearly all the way and then pushes back in, the pinching sensation a little less now that he’s already broken through my barrier and I start to adjust to him. His hand moves down to my leg and pulls it over his hip as he starts to thrust faster.

I close my eyes and start to enjoy the sensations now that it doesn’t hurt so much. When his hand comes in between my legs and rubs against my clit it makes me go off like a rocket.

My pussy clamps down onto his dick and starts to pulse around him and I grip onto his arms as my nails dig into him, holding on for dear life.

“Fuuuuck!” Corey shouts and I open my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back. His hips jerk another couple of times as his cum releases inside of me and then he collapses on top of me, his hand coming out to catch most of his weight.

I move my head to the side as he buries his face in my neck and whispers, “You caught me, birdie. I’ll never be free again.”

Coming back to Corey’s apartment and him not being there felt strange. He’d been gone for a whole week now and I missed him like crazy.

I hated that he wouldn’t let me say goodbye to him and left while I was in a lecture. He had said that he doesn’t do goodbye’s because it feels too final but I hated that he didn’t because it felt like he hadn’t been here in the first place.

He told me that I could stay here as much as I wanted and that he would prefer that I did because I was closer to the bar and knowing I was sleeping in his bed when he wasn’t here, made him feel more relaxed.

Being in his bed made me feel safer anyway and he was right, being closer to the bar was better and it meant that I could pop in there most nights, even if it was just for a chat with Jamie.

I finally catch up with Jess as I’m leaving my last lecture. She hasn’t been back to the apartment for a while before I started to stay at Corey’s and I’m concerned, it isn’t like her to be like that because she always comes home.

Her eyes flick away from me as I call her name and I watch her look over to Scott, her face telling a thousand words. Something isn’t right here.

“Jess? Are you okay?” I ask, stretching my hand out to her.

“Huh? What? I’m fine.”

“Are you-” My eyes flick over to Scott and I shake my head. “Are you coming back to the apartment?”

“Erm... I dunno... look, I’ve got to go... I’ll erm... I’ll catch you later, ‘kay?” She attempts to smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes, right before she spins around and walks over to Scott.

He can’t even look at me as I watch Jess go over to him, although that may be down to who my ‘brothers’ are.

I may have been ‘delicate’ as the brothers liked to say but that didn’t mean that I didn’t know how the world goes around. Sometimes I feel like they forget I lived a rough life before they found me. Seeing people beaten up or getting caught in a brawl was nothing new to me. If they knew half of what I used to have to do just to get my dad’s fixes every night, they’d be shocked.

My dad confronting me had bought up so many memories and things that my mind had forgotten about. It’s funny how that happens; your mind will lock away things that you’d think you would always remember.

It takes something to trigger those memories and when you remember one of them, it’s like a vault opens and they all coming flooding back.

I fully intended to tell Corey as soon as I got back to the apartment that day but when he told me he was going away, things took a turn. I decided not to tell him, not wanting to ruin the mood or our last night together. All it would do is make him worry and he’d leave on a sour note and I didn’t want that. I wanted him to leave thinking that I was fine.

Whether I am or not doesn’t even matter.

I take my time going to Corey’s, stopping at the store for a few bits. When I get to his building, I put the numbers in the keypad on the door and turn, having the feeling like someone is watching me again. It hasn’t left me since that night when I left work and although I’ve tried to put it at the back of my mind, when I don’t have anything to occupy my brain, it’s all I can think about.

Telling Charlie was out of the question so I decided to go to the local precinct yesterday, just to be on the safe side.

I filed a statement, knowing that there’s not much they could do but needing to feel like I’ve done something about it.

As soon as I stepped out of the station, the feeling came back full force and I was starting to wonder whether I was imagining it but now as I see a figure move in the distance, I know that I’m not.

The black hood pulled up over their head hides most of their face and the only thing I can make out is their eyes. Familiar eyes.

My hands start to shake and I’m rooted to the spot as we both stand on opposite ends of the road, neither of us moving.

Then he steps towards me and I freak out, opening the apartment building door and slamming it behind me. I try to run up the stairs but I’m not half way up when he bangs on the door, pulling his hood down.

“Ava!” he shouts. “Let me explain!”