Bitter

I relax my arms, so he lets go of them, but the moment he does, I slip my hand up around the back of his head and pull him down until his lips meet mine. He doesn’t resist me at all this time. He kisses me back like he’s desperate, like he needs me, and I’m just as desperate to show him that she’s wrong.

I scrape my nails against his scalp, and he digs his fingers into my back, walking me backward until my legs hit his bed. He pushes me back so I fall down on the bed, and he quickly climbs on top of me. He presses his body against mine and cups my jaw with his hands.

He moves his right hand down my body until he reaches the hem of my shirt. He slides his hand back up under my shirt until his fingers reach my nipples. He lightly brushes his fingertips over them, and then he is squeezing and pinching until I can’t take anymore.

I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt to pull it up over my head, but his hand shoots out and pulls it back down. I pull away from his mouth slightly and give him a confused look.

He leans his forehead down against mine. “Not like that. Please leave your clothes on.”

“Reed,” I say in question.

Before I can finish, he presses his lips to mine again. “Please,” he whispers with so much emotion that I couldn’t for the life of me say no. He was there for me when I needed him, so I’ll do whatever I need to in order to be there for him now.

“Okay,” I whisper back as I reach up to his face and press my lips against his again.

He reaches down again and slips his fingers into my panties. He dips his finger just barely inside of me and groans when he finds how wet I am. He dips his fingers a little more and then slides them up over my clit. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man pay me any good attention down there that I’m revved up in minutes.

I wrap my leg up behind his back and pull him down against me. He seems to get the idea and pulls his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. I try to take a peek, but he presses his mouth back to mine again as he pulls my panties off.

He lines himself up against me, and then he presses in, slowly stretching me apart. Inch by inch, he slides further in. Every time his cock sticks and he presses in further, pleasure shoots through my body. He finally presses all the way in, and we both sigh in relief.

He places a gentle kiss on my lips. “What do you want?” he asks as he brushes some hair out of my face.

“Don’t hold back,” I moan.

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He pulls back and slams back inside of me, surprising me more than I thought it would. “Fuck!” I shout out.

He groans at my pleasure and moves his hips faster and harder. “You feel so good,” he exhales.

His words make me clench down on him harder, and he groans again. “So, so good,” he whispers breathlessly.

He leans down again and kisses me like I’m providing him with life. Like he couldn’t last another moment without kissing me. I dig my fingers into his back as my body tightens around him.

I want to take his pain. I want to take his hurt. I pull back slightly from his mouth. “Come,” I whisper.

He gives me a slightly confused look, but then he reaches down and tries to touch me where we’re joined. I grab his hand away. “No! Just you.”

He looks at me even more confused. “Wren, I’m not going to-.”

I cut him off with my lips on his. I need him to understand that this is about him. I pull back slightly again. “Yes.”

“Wren,” he says sternly again, but I ignore him as I push my hips up and wrap my legs around his back tighter.

He makes a frustrated noise but continues to thrust his hips. He grabs my legs and lifts them over his shoulders, making it harder for him to push in. He closes his mouth and eyes and lets out this noise in his throat that makes me leak all over him.

“Fuck, Wren,” he whispers harshly as he lets my legs fall back down and leans down to kiss me again. I bite roughly on his neck and shoulder with my teeth until he can’t handle any more.

He pulls back slightly and presses his forehead up against mine as he lets himself go. “Ugh!” he groans as his body begins to shake. His face contorts with his mouth hanging open. Each breath is rapid until he finally lets out one long one. Then his body completely collapses on top of me.

Neither one of us moves or says anything for a minute. He finally slowly pulls out, and his cum leaks all down my legs and the sheets. He rolls to the side of me and closes his eyes. “Fuck, what is wrong with me?”

I turn my body toward him, but he sits up so I can only see his back. “This can’t keep happening, Wren.”

“Reed,” I try to touch his back, but he pulls away and stands up.

“Fuck.” He wipes a hand down his face. “I just need a minute.”

He walks away and shuts his bathroom door behind him. I want to feel hurt. To feel rejected, but he’s right. It shouldn’t have happened, and it shouldn’t keep happening. Thinking the words doesn’t make it any more true though. Jake shouldn’t have died, he shouldn’t have cheated, he shouldn't have been a bastard, but he did and he was.

Now I’m angry again. Angry at Jake. Angry at his mom. Angry at Reed.

I get up from the bed and head into my own bathroom. I turn the water on and let it heat up until it’s scolding hot. I stand under the water and let the anger consume me. I violently scrub the cum off of my legs until a few angry tears slip down my face, and then I wrap my arms around myself until I calm down.