Chapter Nine
I want to love like a man
I’ll build you a home when I can
Give my new body a chance
Patient now it’s all that I have
Mya
I feel him shutter at my words and my heart breaks for the pain he has endured. I can’t imagine. I can’t pretend to. All I can do is be here for him for as long as he will let me. I want to erase the pain and that will be my burden because I never can.
I rise from my knees before him until I am standing. He follows me. I run my fingers over his head, removing the bandana and hat, letting them fall to the floor. “I want you, Sam. It isn’t how you dress or what you have accomplished in life. I have wanted you from the minute I saw you, but was too young to voice it. I wanted you then and I want you now.” I kiss his lips sweetly and breathe him in. “I want your smile and your sorrow. I want you, babe.”
“Mya…” he whispers my name, before taking my mouth, invading every crevice, until I can’t breathe from the force. “Take it, have all of it, and be with me. Pet, if you can accept me at my worst, I swear to God, you will love me at my best.”
I lift my shirt over my head. Having just been in yoga pants and a tank top for bed, I expose my breasts and stand bare from the waist up. I reach for the hem of his white tank and lift, exposing the tattoos that have been dormant from my sight until this moment. Pain strikes me in the heart at the angel face of a small child over his heart and the rainbow lettering beneath it.
“You are my favorite color…” I recite the words like they are new to me, as I trace each letter with my finger and gently kiss the lettering.
“She always will be my favorite color, Mya. I need you to understand that.”
I don’t know why he thinks I would ever think different other than my words before. I nod and kiss the words that meaneverythingto him. “I am so okay with that, but you are still mine.”
He nods and reaches for the band of my pants, tucking his hands in the back and over my ass, taking them down panties and all. Once free from clothing, he lifts me under the arms until I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I feel your pussy wet and hot against me, Pet. I won’t stop tonight. I need you like I have never needed anything.”
He sets me on the bed once we are in my room. I didn’t even know we were moving. When I am with Sam I lose myself completely.
I scoot back until I am leaning back on my arms. My eyes are glued to his body and watch the show of Sully undressing before me. He is more ink than skin and I want to read the story he placed on him forever.
The word ‘ALWAYS’is displayed just under his belly button, curving from one hip to the other. “Nothing about you is generic. Do you know that?” I ask, watching with rapt attention as he drops his pants.
“I like to think I’m all original, Pet.” He climbs on the bed, his black boxer briefs still snug on his ass and I want to remove them with my teeth. His body falls over mine and the weight of him, the heat of his body, have me arching in need.
“I have wanted you for so long…” I kiss him because I must. I need to feel a part of him inside of me.
“I wanted you too, Pet. Even when I said I didn’t, I was lying to you.” His hands caress my skin. One cupping my breast before trailing between my legs and sliding through the slippery folds. “I almost fucked you senseless on my booth bed, the night I stayed with you, earlier on the roof, and that night in the room. I wanted to tear through you, ruin you for any other man, so you would always want me more.”
“Ruin me then. Please, Sam. I want this to be ours.” He knows I mean my virginity and I love seeing him close his eyes because I know he wants it.
“I need to get you ready…” he says, and slips low until his breath is on my cleft.
“I want it now, I can’t wait anymore…” I cry out, as the first lick from his tongue centers me to the moment.
“I get it, but we have all night and if I take you hard and tear you up, there won’t be all night.” He says this as he slips first one, then a second finger inside me. I tighten at the strange tightness, but within seconds, I only want more. His mouth is on my clit, his fingers inside of me. Curling, twisting, and it is unlike anything I could ever have given myself.
His fingers stroke on a nerve deep inside that sends jolts of pleasure to my toes. “Please, oh shit, more.”
I hear him chuckle all cocky and proud, and he gives me what I need. Pressing deep, in fast strokes, until I feel a wetness spread through me, followed by unimaginable pleasure. I cannot contain the scream that tears from my throat.
“There it is, Pet. Ride it. Ride my fucking hand and soak this bed for me!” Whether he is talking to me or himself, I don’t know, but his words spur me on with his commanding tone. “So, fucking good, look at you, fuck! So sexy… nothing sexier, Mya… fuck you are so wet and ready…”
He strokes me as the last waves leave me trembling on the bed, unable to hold still. He rises between my legs and I watch as those boxer briefs disappear. My eyes fall to the thick length he is stroking. I melt when I see the barbell on the crown. Shiny and wet from the pre-cum. “Want this, Pet?”
“Yes!” I say without shame. My need for him is obvious.
