Chapter 24
Valentine
Present
“Easy, boy.” Arsen stopped Romeo from jumping up on him. Instead, Arsen knelt down, scratched the dog's head and rubbed his stomach. Romeo was always excitable, but it was easy to see that he loved Arsen more than anyone else.
“Jump on him, Romeo, he deserves it.” I locked the door to my apartment. It had been an extremely long night. Day? We didn't get out of the hospital till noon. I couldn't even remember the last time I slept. I was so exhausted.
“I leave him in your care for less than a day and you've turned him into an attack dog.” Arsen shot me a half smile and a knowing look.
Attack dog, hardly. Romeo was stretched out on his back soaking up as many rubs and scratches as he could. But leave it to Arsen to be so casual about thirty-seven stitches, three cracked ribs and enough bruising to make an overripe banana jealous.
The built-in apartment phone rang. I looked at it dumbfounded for a few seconds, how were people calling me on that? I didn't even know I had a landline, let alone what the number was. I guess that's how crazy the media was getting over what happened with us last night. I guess it wasn't that surprising, really.
They were just as bloodthirsty as any illegal fighting crowd, probably even more so. Arsen and I had just turned our phones off, we both knew what was coming and neither of us wanted to deal with it.
There were so many things to think about and discuss, like why the hell my father was at the fight last night. At the hospital, Arsen told me he'd never seen him at one before, but his associate Malcolm told him that my father had some serious gambling debt with a local loan shark.
My father was always a man of expensive appearances, maybe that lifestyle finally caught up with him. I could only imagine how much he owed if it forced him to attend fights like last night's.
“Alright, Romeo, let Arsen get some rest. Doctor's orders.” I helped Arsen off the floor, all those other questions would have to be answered after we'd gotten some sleep.
The doctor also ran a few blood tests on Arsen, just in case. Who knows what kind of diseases he could have been exposed to in that filthy place? Miraculously, they all came back negative. He was completely clean.
“You're that eager to get me into bed, aren't you?” He groaned with exertion from climbing the stairs.
It was truly amazing how tough Arsen was. I couldn't even begin to imagine how anyone could survive what he put himself through. I closed the bedroom door behind us to keep Romeo from jumping on Arsen while he slept.
“In the shape you're in?” The thought of him fighting back against all odds, all coiled muscles and testosterone, although scary, was incredibly hot. “You couldn't handle me.”
“That so?” His eyes flashed as if I'd issued him a challenge. Arsen peeled off his shirt.
His hard body was a patchwork tattoos and bandages. The sight of him half naked had heat climbing up my scalp, even like this he was gorgeous. He balled up the stained and useless shirt and tossed it across the room. Then he grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed with him.
“Stop it, I don't want to hurt you!” I protested, but he wasn't hearing it. He flipped me onto my back and rolled on top of me. If he was as hurt as he looked he didn't show it.
“I can take it.” The concept of me being able to hurt him, made him smile. “I can take everything you got.”
“Arsen? Why did you leave me?” The words just came out of nowhere, I don't know why I said them. But it was suddenly really important to me, especially after what happened. He almost died last night, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't know.
Arsen's smile faded.
“Your father came to me and told me what was going to happen. Knowing that we'd be related, that we'd be so close, but never close enough, burned me up inside. I wanted you, Val. More than anything, I wanted you. But...”
You had me! I wanted to scream it at him, but the look on his face showed too much pain to do that. “But, what?”
“You were going to be a fucking movie star, Val.” His smile was slight, but so very honest. “I couldn't fuck that up for you. I didn't deserve you.”
Is that really what he thought? I shook my head to dispel that insane notion. Every minute around him when we younger felt like I had won the lottery. Arsen was everything I ever dreamed of, he made my life so much better.
“So much time had passed, why come back?” I asked.
“I had a bunch of excuses. But they were all bullshit,” Arsen must have thought about this a lot lately. “I couldn't outrun the way I felt about you. You were always mine, Val. I couldn't let anyone else have you.”
“You, foolish man. There was never anyone else for me, but you.” I kissed him slow and long. Fireworks crackled in my heart, and it felt like the first time again, out by the beach. In a way, it was. All the pretenses fell away. We were both here in this moment, not because we had to be, but because we wanted to be.
A massive weight was lifted, I was so happy I could cry.
My Arsen finally came home to me.
“You still don't deserve me.” I teased, quietly, brushing the water from my eyes.
“I know exactly what you deserve?” He bit my ear, his hot breath made me shiver.
“And what's that?” Suddenly my heart pounded, all my built up exhaustion drained away. Arsen's hand slid under my ass and squeezed as he worked his mouth down my neck. I moaned what I hoped were words. “What do I deserve?”
“A girl as famous as you?” His hand tucked up under my shirt and cupped my breast over my bra. His fingers traced my nipple through the thick fabric, then pinched it. The pressure made me squirm with arousal. “You need a hard cock to make you scream until your voice gives out.”
“Fuck.” I didn't swear often, but Arsen seemed to always find something primal in me and tear it out. He made it harder and harder to think when he talked like that and touched me. How had I been able to resist this so long?
Arsen slipped my bra out of the way so he could be as rough as we both wanted him to be. My body began to ache when I felt his cock fill out the inner thigh of his jeans. His tongue found my nipples, then his teeth. The slight pain flooded my senses, washing away my exhaustion and thrilling me.
“I have six years of getting you off to make up for.” He sat back, trapping my legs and grabbing my waistband. Arsen grunted from the wounds he'd suffered, but that didn't stop him. His strong arms flexed, easily tearing the front of my pants open all the way down to the crotch. More ruined clothes, I thought with twisted pleasure. I hope he destroyed all my clothes this way. “Six years of feeling you come against my cock.”
“You better get started then.” I popped the button and worked down his zipper. My brain was so drowned with lust, he had barely touched me and I was already climbing the edge of an orgasm. I pulled out his massive cock with a slight moan and worked my hands over it.
“I've dreamt about that wet pussy of yours.” Fingers slid between both pairs of my lips, I sucked and crushed them. They curled in my pussy, like only he could do. “I can't even tell you how many times I've jerked off to the thought of looking down and seeing you wrapped around my cock.”
“Fuck me, Arsen.” I couldn't stand it anymore, I felt like my limbs were all going to shoot off. I needed him to touch me, to feel all of him inside me. I needed him to fuck me.
“Where's your condoms?” He asked.
I sighed angrily. We'd run out and I forgot to pick up more!
“You're lucky I love the way you taste.” Arsen slid off the bed carefully and pulled my pants and panties off. He went to go down on me when I stopped him.
“Not this time.” I grabbed his cock, slipping his fat head into my mouth. When I heard a low moan, I stopped and looked up at him. “Is this what you dreamt of?” I switched positions and laid on my back before him, bent legs hanging off the bed. I glided his cock over my wet clit. “Or was it this?”
“This is your one chance to stop me.” Arsen groaned, warning me. The tip of his cock hovered threateningly, glistening with precome. “Otherwise, you're along for the whole ride. And I'm going to fuck you raw.”
I knew I wasn't thinking straight, but I didn't care anymore. Whatever happened after this, I knew he'd be around for. To hell with the media and my father. We won. We deserved this. Fuck everyone who thought otherwise.
I bucked toward his throbbing cock. He cracked the mischievous smile I'd come to find intoxicating and gave me a look that said 'you asked for it'. Arsen let out a low guttural growl as he pushed into me.
I closed my eyes and traced the lights bursting behind my mind. It was amazing how different that thin layer of latex made sex feel. I felt every ridge and vein of his cock as he pumped into me.
He grabbed my thighs and roughly pulled them into him. The angle got him so much deeper inside of me. I tried to call out, but I couldn't pull in enough air to make any noises that weren’t moans and squeaks. He felt amazing.
I screamed and came hard, but he wouldn't stop.
Six years worth of orgasms and I could barely survive a single one. Arsen's cock was going to be the death of me, but I couldn't think of a better way to die. So many half thoughts rattled around my head, but the only thing that came out, over and over again, was one word- “More.”
And that was exactly what he gave me.
I lightly rubbed my clit, letting the waves of pleasure crash over me like the tide. I've never come more than once during sex with any of my other boyfriends, sometimes not even once. I didn't even think it was possible for a man to give me more than one. But with Arsen... I came so many times that my voice was hoarse from screaming.
“Come for me,” I moaned. My brain was mush and my body was wrecked from so much pleasure. I never wanted to leave this bed ever again.
Arsen slumped forward over top of me, on the edge. He was breathing heavy and went to pull out, but I stopped him. I wanted all of him. His cock exploded inside of me, warm seed filling me up, body and soul.
“Arsen, your shoulder—” I looked up at a trickle of blood. The exertion popped a few of his stitches, I felt terrible. What was I thinking? If nothing else, I should've been on top!
Arsen, panting and dripping with sweat, glanced at the wound and chuckled. He hadn't even noticed. “It's just a little blood.”
He wiped the blood away, then placed my hand over the tattoo on his chest— my heart pendant. I loved that a part of me was tattooed on his skin, it felt almost like a wedding band.
He leaned down and kissed me. I cleaned us both up and laid down next to him. We were both tired, filthy and beat up. I hugged him tightly as we finally drifted off to sleep in the early afternoon.
He wasn't Arsenal and I wasn't Valentine Dawson, we were just two lovers that had found our happy ending. The whole world outside might hate me, but right here and now, this room was my world.
And it was full of only love.