Psycho

I was on my way to Siarra’s house and I was fucking fuming. Who the fuck did she think she was? I was going to wring her little fucking neck until she got some damn sense in her brain.

Fine, somewhere deep down I knew I wasn’t being logical, but I was so fucking pissed I didn’t give a shit about anything else.

I made my way to the house and let myself in. She didn’t even have time to get up from her spot to check out who came in before I was in the kitchen. I was moving too fast. I went to the opposite side of the table from where she sat and crossed my arms. I stood there and waited.

“Sy?” she asked.

“Explain.” I demanded.

“Huh?” she asked.

“What did you say to Addie?” I asked bluntly.

She looked at me confused. Oh, so you want to act like you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about now? “What are you talking about? She’s with you.” She began looking around the room. “Where is she?” she asked.

“She’s back at the club with Misty and Danny.” At the mention of Misty, she glared at me. I held up a hand. “We’ll get to that. First, what I want to know… is what you said to Addie.”

She rolled her eyes and put down the book she was reading so it would stay open on the page. “You need to give me more than that.”

Ok, so you wanna play stupid? “Did Addilyn ask you if you were in love with me?” I asked her.

She opened her mouth and gaped at me. “Yes…”

“And what the fuck did you tell her?” I asked.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times. “I… I… I think – I uh may have said…” she trailed off.

I growled and walked over to the table and planted my hands on the table. “What the fuck did you say?” I asked.

She gulped, and her eyes fluttered behind those big ass frames. “I said that I wasn’t sure.”

Yep. That’s what I figured… I knew Addie wasn’t lying. I took off my jacket and put it on the back of a chair. “That’ what I thought.” I said.

“Huh?” she asked confused.

I walked around the table and pulled out her chair and moved it so that it was facing me. “You fucked up.” I informed her as I took a step forward.

“Huh?” she repeated.

I shook my head. “I’m about three seconds away from braining your ass, so I need you to explain yourself immediately.”

She frowned. “What do you want me to explain?” her voice was shaky, and her eyes were fidgeting. She wasn’t telling me something and I was far from over her bullshit.

“Listen to me bitch. I don’t have the fucking patience to play this game with you. First, you’re being all fucking shady, and then you tell Addie that you don’t know if you’re in love with me. Cut your shit.”

She frowned and straightened. “Why do you keep bringing that up?” she asked.

“What?”

“That I told her I wasn’t sure. She asked me a question that I didn’t want to give her a real answer to that might have hurt her feelings, so I put in something in the middle.” She argued.

Here we go, but I was ready for her brand of crazy. “Are you saying that you aren’t?” I asked.

She growled. “I said I didn’t know.”

I felt her response deep, and it was like a slicing pain. That made me fifty times angrier than ever before.  “The fuck you mean that you don’t know? Of course, you fucking love me!” I screamed at her.

She stood. “You can’t tell me how I feel!” she screamed back.

I growled. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t… it erupted out of me like a volcano. “YES, I FUCKING DO!”

I gripped her hips and planted her on the table. I took her mouth as she opened it to object. She didn’t have any choice but to take it and after a minute she melted. My dick was instantly hard and weeping. It needed in her and there wasn’t anything else about it. I wrapped my arms around her as I deepened the kiss and then … black. Stars. The fuck.

My head snapped back and then the sting set in. I looked at her, chest heaving, and her open palm suspended in the air. Her mouth was set in an O shape like she shocked herself. Shit she sure as fuck shocked me.

“Did you just slap me?” I asked needing clarification that I wasn’t imagining this shit.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, but no sound came out.

“Did you just fucking slap me?” I asked again.

She gulped. “I – I… Uh…”

I gripped her wrists and tugged her forward until our noses were almost touching. “Do I fucking hit you?” she shook her head. “So why the fuck are you swinging on me?”

She looked sorry for a beat before she sniffed and stuck that Goddamn nose in the air. Here we go. She pushed into my chest. I didn’t budge but I took a step back to give her the space she wanted.

“How dare you kiss me?” she asked with her eyes narrowed.

“The fuck you mean?” I asked. “You’re mine and I fucking own you. Every bit of you, that includes that smart ass mouth I’m ready to pop you in.”

She growled. “You will not and no you don’t. You lost any right when you went off to Misty.”

I rolled my eyes and released her to grip the back of neck. “That’s what you think?” I asked.

She shrugged and crossed her arms. “That’s what I saw, so if you need someone to own just go own her.”

So, she wanted to fuck with me huh? “Is that what you want?” I asked.

She lifted a shoulder then began studying her nails. “I honestly don’t care.”

I walked around the table and shrugged on my jacket. I knew she was bullshitting me right now, otherwise she wouldn’t be mad at me and bringing the shit up. I could read her ass like a book, and I could see the jealousy leaking out of her pores. I was gonna call the bitches bluff.

“Alright then, I’ll just go and fuck Misty through my bedroom wall.” I tossed at her casually as I began walking towards the door.

I heard a growl then felt something hit the back of my head. I scowled and spun around to see Siarra grabbing an orange from her fruit bowl. The fuck. “Shit, don’t fucking throw that at me.” I warned.

She gave me this evil little grin and let the orange fly. I caught it – barely – before it caught contact with my shoulder.

I stalked after her and she stayed rooted to the spot standing her ground. So, you wanna be big and bad huh? I gripped her face by the chin and walked her backwards until she was up against the counter with nowhere to run. Her eyes were wild with anger, but I could see the hurt there too. Her eyes were glistening like she was trying not to let herself cry. Shit.

I let out a long breath. “Are you jealous baby?” I asked her softly.

She bared her teeth at me then looked up at the ceiling trying to get her emotions in check. “What’s wrong Siarra?” I taunted her. “I thought you wanted me to go.”

Her leg began bouncing and her eyes were going everywhere but me. Her eyes were filling up and she was still trying to hold onto them. That wasn’t going to work for me; I want everything from this bitch. That includes her tears, especially when it’s because she thinks I wanted someone else.

I shook her a bit. “Look at me Siarra.” She continued to look down towards our feet. I squeezed her chin tighter. “Fucking look at me.” I demanded, and she finally lifted her head slowly.

Tears streaked her face and her eyes held the promise of more. “Why?” she asked in a whisper.

Now we were getting somewhere. “Why what babe?”

She took in a shaky breath and tried to resume some semblance of control. I didn’t want that, with her guard up like it’s been the last few weeks. I need her raw, open, and honest. “Why did you go to her? Do you not want me anymore? Are you bored or tired of me?” she exhaled deep. “I just thought that we were… together. You and me.”

I leaned down and licked her face from her chin to her eye tasting the saltiness of her tears. “I told you that you were mine Siarra. I don’t share what’s mine and I wouldn’t share myself. I thought you knew that.” I pushed up against her, so she could feel my pulsing cock. “Does that feel like I’m tired of you or I don’t want you? No one has ever gotten me as hard as the sight of you.” I told her.

She gripped onto my arms. “Did you sleep with her?” she asked.

I shook my head and licked the tears off the other side of her face. “No. I’ve not wanted anyone since I met you. Fucking hell bitch, no other bitch holds a candle to you. Her shirt slipped, and I was just trying to cover her tit up. “I leaned down and nipped her neck. “Now, are you done with your bullshit? I fucking need in you.”

She moaned as I gripped her ass pulling her flush against me as I grinded against her. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Kiss me.” She begged.

I slammed my lips against hers and picked her up. I was almost desperate and just didn’t have the fucking patience to take her upstairs to bed. I swept my arm across the table knocking down the fruit bowl and her book to the floor.

I grabbed the waist of her sleep shorts and pulled them down with her panties in one swipe. I grabbed the tail of her shirt and ripped. The buttons went flying and I barely registered the pings of them hitting the floor or whatever the fuck they landed on. She was in such a lust filled haze, she didn’t even bitch me out for tearing her shirt. Thank fuck.

I shook off my jacket and let it drop to the floor. I had my jeans undone in seconds and my cock sprang free. I pushed her back flat onto the table and dragged her legs to the edge of the table. I couldn’t wait for foreplay or anything else; I just took her balls deep.

She shouted out my name as I impaled her. “Fuck!”

There was no finesse, no teasing, and no game playing… I just fucking owned her pussy.

“Sy.” She gasped.

“Tell me Siarra, tell me you need me.” I urged her.

She mewled. “I need you.”

I changed my position so that I could get deeper into her. “Tell me you want me to come home.” I demanded as I drilled into her.

She panted. “Come – come… oh my God, yes! Come home, please baby come home.”

Shit. I bit her on her chest. “Say I fucking own you.”

She shook her head, always the defiant one. “Say it.” I said through gritted teeth.

She growled, and I rotated my hips causing her body to shiver and her nails to rake my back. “Yes! Jesus, you own me… fucking own me.”

I stood up straight and held her down flat with one hand as I pounded her. I fucking hope the damn table doesn’t collapse. “Tell me you’re in love with me.”

She shouted out something incoherent and began shaking her head. Her eyes were tearing, and she clawed at the table. “Say it, fuck. Tell me you love me bitch. Admit it.”

“No!” She shouted.

I grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her, shoving my tongue in and out of her mouth the same way I moving my dick in her. “I’m not fucking around with you Siarra. Tell me.” I growled.

I changed my angle so that I was hitting her G spot and then slowing down and pulling back anytime I knew she was on the edge. She pulled at my hair frustrated. “You jerk; I need to come… please.” She begged.

I hit her spot again and her eyes rolled back. I was holding off both of our orgasms, but I wasn’t giving in until she admitted what I needed her to. “Say it, and I’ll let you milk my cock.”

She groaned, and I hit her spot again. Her body quivered, “God Sy. I love you. Are you fucking happy? I’m in freaking love you, you bastard now please… I need to – ALEX!”

The first time the words left her mouth I was like a man possessed. My balls immediately released, and I slammed into her spot causing her to go off like a fucking rocket. I didn’t stop moving inside of her until every drop of cum was out and I collapsed on top of her.

“Goodness.” She muttered out of breath.

I couldn’t even respond. I was spent.

 

*****

 

Siarra

 

Movement seemed like the biggest struggle.

After we nearly broke down the kitchen table, he carried me up to the bedroom. He sent a text to Tank asking for him to drive Addie back then proceeded to tease my body until I was bumbling idiot. After that, he took his time making slow love to me.

It had to only be minutes after we finished when the bell rang, and we went downstairs to greet Addie. We went to the kitchen so that I could whip up something quick for dinner. Addie’s eyebrows immediately flew up when she spotted the mess that we totally forgot about.

“What happened in here?” she asked with a smug grin.

She took her time examining us, I’m sure seeing my flush face and messy hair and Sy’s serious state of undress and came to her own conclusion. “Is it… adult business?” she asked.

Sy shrugged trying to hide his grin and walked out of the room as I blushed scarlet. I just decided to change the subject.

After dinner, Addie went up to bed and he pounced on me. I don’t know how long ago that was, but I was convinced that his manhood was out of commission for over use and my body probably closed up to keep him out of it while it restored itself.

I was draped across Sy’s chest and he was rubbing circles on my back. Both of us seemed lost in our own thoughts. My mind kept drifting back to his insistence that I tell him I loved him. How upset he was about it. That that confession from Addie – that I didn’t know – is what drove him to come over and raise hell. I didn’t know why it was so important to him. Did it mean that he had feelings… stronger than I thought for me?

I sighed nervously. He was able to ask me, so I should have every right to do the same thing. Right? Right. “Alex?”

He groaned. “Must you call me that?” he asked.

I grinned. “I thought it was alright in bed.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s ok when I’m fucking you. We ain’t fucking right now babe and if you couldn’t tell the difference then I’m doing something wrong.”

I swatted his chest and he laughed. “What’s up baby?” he asked.

“Why did you want me to say that I love you?” I asked.

He lifted a shoulder. “Because you do.” He said simply.

I began making patterns on his chest with my finger. “Well do are you… you know?”

He sighed, and I froze. “Do I what? Love you?”

I nodded. “Yea.”

He grunted. “For some strange reason, I care about your crazy ass.”

I rolled my eyes. He knew what I meant as was dodging it. “You know what I meant. I was asking if you were in love with me. You know like intimately.”

He turned his head to look at me. “Babe, I don’t do love.”

I rested my chin on his chest to see him better. “You don’t do relationships either.” I pointed out.

“That’s true… look – “

I cut him off. “Before you answer me, I want you to actually think about it. I don’t want the answer you’re programmed to say but what you really feel. Why would you care so much if I did if you didn’t believe in love?”

He looked up to stare at the ceiling and I laid my head back down on his chest. It was wishful thinking and all but what did I really expect? At least I asked right, so that’s all that counts. It was sad, but it wasn’t as devastating as I originally thought it would be. It’s just what it is.

I realized that his hands had stopped roaming on my back and I frowned and looked up at him. He was staring at the ceiling frowning at it as if it had somehow offended him. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Shit!” he said as he scrubbed a hand down his face.

I frowned. “Huh?” I asked.

He tilted his head and looked at me. I fidgeted under his stare and I felt my nose twitch from my nervousness. “Fuck.” He cursed again.

He tightened his hold around me and dragged me up his body until he was able to reach my lips. The kiss was soft, slow… sweet even and I savored every second of it. He released my mouth when we needed air to breathe.

“It had to be that fucking nose.” He shook his head, smiled at me and shook his head again.

I couldn’t help but smile back confused. “What?”

He laid me on my back. “Facts. You’re fucking mine.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Truth. I ain’t fucking letting you go.” He kissed the other corner of my mouth. “Fucking word. The thought of you with anybody else makes me crazy.” He kissed my lips lightly. “That’s fucking love ain’t it?” he asked.

My heart stopped then pumped at full speed. I felt my eyes begin to burn from unshed tears. I felt the first one leak out of its accord. He bent down and kissed it. God dammit, I melted.

“What’s wrong?” he asked confused.

I gave him a watery smile and shook my head. “Nothing, I’m just happy.” I told him.

He smiled. “Good. Now, I think I need to make love to you.” He said.

I shook my head as I instantly began to get wet. “Jesus, I thought that thing was out of order.”

He shrugged. “Apparently love is a fucking turn on cause my boy is ready to go.”

He took his time entering me and I savored the feeling. “You ready for this babe?” he asked.

“For what?” I said on a gasp as he went impossibly deep.

“For me… us. To stay.” He said.

I nodded. “Yes… yes. God yes. I need you guys to stay.”

He grunted as he pulled me into his arms. “Good, cause you can’t get rid of me now baby.”

I groaned. “I love you.”

“Yo tambiénte amo”

 

The End