Liv
I am strapped to the bed again. I struggle against the restraints, but it is no use. There is no way out. I crane my neck and look around the white room. It seems like the type of place where aliens torture humans for information on their leader. Just the thought of being probed makes me freak out even more, screaming and pleading to be let go.
The door slams open, and I still.
I can’t see who it is, but I can clearly hear the tip-tapping on the tiled floor.
I gasp when the person peers over me, lips red and hair delicately draping down her roundish face.
Me.
“Time for your treatment, Olivia,” she says, grinning down at me. I kick my legs as I watch her long white fingertips come down to my head.
“No!” I shout as loud as I can as shocks spark my body, making me writhe with nausea.
“Shhh…it’ll all be over with,” she promises, and I scream for help.
Suddenly, a little boy I know too well appears by her side, holding her hand while sucking his thumb with the other.
“Just forget him and move on,” he mumbles around his thumb. “Only pain will come to you by being with the bad man. Run.” His face morphs into a sort of demon, and I scream louder, squeezing my eyes shut.
“No!” I scream as I forcibly eject myself from the terribly frightening dream. I scramble up and hit my head against the headboard. My head sways and my hands are shaking so much, I feel like the house is shifting on its foundation and I am perfectly still. I can’t stop screaming as hard as I try to stop. I just can’t get the fresh, vivid images of my creepy smile and Jonah’s face. Oh, my poor Jonah.
I begin crying, and the tears are hot as they flow down my face.
“Liv? Liv!” A banging sound makes me jump. I open my swollen eyes from the crying. Grey is standing at the door looking shocked and heartbroken.
“Grey.” I hold my chest as he rushes into the room and jumps onto the bed. He scrambles over to me and sweeps me into his arms for a tight, soothing hug. It takes my breath away and helps calm the raging tears falling down my cheeks. “W-where were you?”
“I was making you breakfast,” he explains and kisses my hair.
“Is that why you smell like burnt bacon?” I mumble into his chest.
He chuckles and kisses my forehead before cupping my cheeks and forcing me to look into his eyes. “I held you all night. I just got up to make you something to eat. You weren’t able to keep any of the pizza I ordered down. Are you sick?” he asks, splaying the back of his hand against my forehead.
I smile softly and shake my head, eyes drifting to the floor. “The IVs tend to make people sick.” I can practically still feel the sharp needle digging in my skin as I screamed and thrashed around on the hospital bed, begging to be released. Begging for the pain to stop…
“Hey.” Grey tugs my chin upward, and I look into his soft black eyes. “Stay with me.”
I let out a deep breath and nod. “I’m here. I promise.”
“Good.” He smirks, and I beam up at him. “Now let me ground you here. I have missed these lips,” he whispers. He leans down and gently places his lips on mine. My body instantly melds into his while my hands find their way into his hair. His kisses always rip me off this world’s plane and sends me into his without any hesitation.
I stand up on my knees like him and pull him down on me until I’m laying down on my back. His lips rub against mine; he tugs, licks, and bites a little like he is greedy for me. I open my mouth and let my heart collide and explode with his.
“Grey,” I moan when his hands slide under my shirt and into my panties. My heart is beating out of control as he rubs his thumb over my clit and sucks on my bottom lip. Oh my God. I can’t take this. I grip his shoulder and arch my back, circling my hips for more friction, greedy for his touch. “That feels so good.”
“Mmm, you like when I touch you, princesa?” he groans next to my ear and nibbles on my earlobe.
“Yes, Grey. I love it,” I whisper and kiss him, hard. I rock my hips against his, cursing and hissing as little waves of pleasure hit me. I migrate my lips to his chin, his jaw, all the way down to his neck. I suck and smile as he moans against me, making my body reverberate and feel as though I am on fire. He keeps rubbing and even adds a finger. I scream in surprise then melt into his touch and moan his name.
“I fucking love it when you moan my name like that.” His voice is hard and low. I can feel his erection against my inner thigh. I reach down and palm him through his basketball shorts. “Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth and rubs himself against me. His finger goes deeper as he inserts another. I scream his name and grip him.
I cup his cheek with my free hand and pull his face down to my chin. I smash my lips against his and rub him faster, feeling him growing and growing.
“I need more, please,” I beg, my voice hoarse.
He nods frantically, and I kick his shorts and boxers down using my feet. He stops his finger movements, and I feel cold when his hands leave me and help take my panties off. I take off my shirt, leaving me bare since I’m not wearing a bra underneath it, just how he likes it. I watch as he grabs a condom from the bedside table on the side where he sleeps.
“You need to get back on the pill,” he gripes angrily as he tears the foil packet open and slides the rubber on his erect member. I’ve told him that I stopped months ago when I was sure I would never see him again. But here we are, about to have sex and in a relationship again. Crazy how life works, isn’t it?
“I will, promise.” I sit up and pull him down by his shoulder, impatient. “Just please…” I part my legs, and his eyes grow dark as he smirks before getting between them. I close my eyes in pleasure and relief as he finally slides into me, filling me until I am moaning in pain that feels way too flipping good. “Oh God…” I mutter, clutching my hair.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans, and I open my eyes to find him closing his eyes in bliss too.
I lick my lips as he pulls out a little, then slams into me. “Grey!” I groan his name, gasp as he swirls his hips and plays with my sensitive clit. I reach up and whine as I clutch his shoulder. I need to kiss him. I need something to ground me before I fly away to cloud nine completely. He bends down and rocks his hips against mine, plunging into me and claiming me over and over again.
His lips collide with mine, and I gasp into his warm, open mouth. I sink my nails into his back and drag them down and all around, tracing tattoos and pushing him into me every time he pulls out slightly, only to pound into me mercilessly.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. And so responsive,” he mumbles as he drags his tongue along my jaw. I moan a strangled moan and lift my hips with his. “I love you, princess. So god damn much, it drives me fucking insane.”
“I love you too, Grey. So, s-so much. Mmmm, please.” My words slur as my breathing slows, heart beating too incredibly fast for me to catch up. “Mmm, close, Grey.” I bite his shoulder as I feel a familiar tinge of pleasure uncoil and tighten in the bottom of my stomach. My head feels light and I’m becoming sensitive. I let my head fall to the pillow and wrap my legs around his waist.
“Hold on for me, bebé.” He stands up on his knees and pounds into me, hitting my G-spot perfectly.
“Oh my!” I scream and drive my head into the soft pillow, feeling my heart drum against my chest like it’s trying to fly out of me and into the clouds. “Grey, please, d-don’t stop,” I moan and writhe, latching my hands onto his tatted forearms. I dig into the bed and scream his name; I am almost there. He lifts my hips and I groan, digging my fingernails into his skin.
“Shh, just let go, princess.” He bends over and licks my lips, sucking and nibbling all over. I breathe into his mouth and gasp when he lets my bottom lip go, whispering, “Come for me, now.”
I do as I’m told and come crashing down on him.
“Ahhh, Grey!” I scream his name and hold his neck as I close my eyes, feeling myself release. I feel like I’ve been hit square in the face with pleasure. I suck my swollen bottom lip and open my eyes. He has his closed as his hips pound into me. He’s almost there. “Come on, Grey. Come for me, please.” I somewhat moan his name, dragging my nails down his chest to his torso.
My words pull him overboard.
“Oh, fuck! Fucking shit.” A slew of curses leaves his reddish lips from our hard, passionate kisses as he slams his hips in me. I moan, feeling how full and heavy his member is as he comes. I lightly drag my fingertips up and down his back, pulling and pushing him away from me, milking him into me.
When he’s done, he rests his forehead on mine, and we stay silent as we try to catch our breaths.
“I think the house is burning down,” he says after a moment.
I open my eyes and whine, feeling him pull out of me. “You didn’t turn off the stove?” I ask, pulling the sheets over my sore but light body.
He’s standing now, completely naked since he’s thrown away the condom. “Um…maybe?” he shrugs, palms raised in the air.
I pick up a pillow and toss it at him. “Go turn it off and meet me in the shower.”
“You got it, dude.” He winks at me, shooting me with finger guns.
I roll my eyes and watch him run out of the room, butt naked. I flush and stand up. I nearly buckle under my weak knees but luckily catch myself before I can fall. Lord knows what that would have done to his already massive ego. Tiring me out from amazing sex. Geez. He wouldn’t be able to walk around with such a giant head. I smile to myself as I throw the sheet on the bed and steadily walk into the bathroom.
I am warm and content when he finally joins me, arms linked around my waist, neck peppered with his sweet, soft kisses.
“What are you doing today?” I ask him, already knowing the answer. Training. I just miss him. I want to chill with him and have him be by my side.
“Training,” he answers, and I can’t hide my little sigh. He kisses my chin and peers around to look me in the eyes. “But I want you to come.”
I raise a brow, my mind now linked and dirty like his.
He chuckles, cheeks pink as he hides his face in my neck. “I want you by my side.”
I smile from ear to ear. “I’ll come.”
“Is that a promise?” His hands are wandering down below.
“Maybe…” I bite my lip, and he stares at me. I know what’s about to go down when his lips twist into that wicked smirk. He is so insatiable. I love it.