I wasn’t a typical teenager.
I’d been through more rough patches than a weed eater.
I didn’t grow up behind a white picket fence.
I didn’t go to Sunday school.
My body was no temple, though it was worshiped by many.
Girls kept their boyfriends away from me for good reason.
I was desired.
Wanted.
Admired.
While my friends were following the rules, I was breaking them.
I’m careless.
Reckless.
Uncontrollable.
I don’t apologize for who I am.
I embrace it.
But all things must come to an end.
He was my new beginning.
I’d been through more rough patches than a weed eater.
I didn’t grow up behind a white picket fence.
I didn’t go to Sunday school.
My body was no temple, though it was worshiped by many.
Girls kept their boyfriends away from me for good reason.
I was desired.
Wanted.
Admired.
While my friends were following the rules, I was breaking them.
I’m careless.
Reckless.
Uncontrollable.
I don’t apologize for who I am.
I embrace it.
But all things must come to an end.
He was my new beginning.
Excerpt!
Bitch. Whore. Slut. Those were
just a few of the names I’d been called since I began growing breasts. The boys
all stared, gawking at the exposed skin
above my navel. Their eyes followed the length of my bare legs, revealing their
desire with a smile in my direction. No matter how hard they tried to get my
attention, boys were never my thing. They were fragile. Inexperienced. Full of
hope.
Girls resented my appeal, always laughing and pointing when I
hopped into a different car every day after school. They never understood why I
did the things I did; why I made it my mission in life to seduce men and then
toss them aside like yesterday’s garbage. Instead of trying to understand, they
chose to spread shameless rumors. Their jealousy never got under my skin
like they were hoping it would. I loved the attention. In fact, I loved it so
much that I started going after their boyfriends. The girls had no idea that
whatever name they called me, whatever they wrote on my locker, it wasn’t ever
going to bother me. I had been shattered a long time ago, and the shards of my
former self were so sharp nothing else could ever harm me.
I’d been
thrown away; kicked to the curb like I was the stray mongrel no one wanted. I
let my guard down too many times to count and promised myself that I’d never be
vulnerable again.
I was never any good at keeping promises.
His
lips touched my neck, bringing me back to the moment. Wren lay next to me, his
skin melting against mine. A drop of sweat fell onto my lips and I tasted the
saltiness of our exertion. I’d been in this bed so many times now that I knew
the softest spots on the mattress.
I’d memorized the smell of Wren’s pillow, the delicate fabric bursting with the
scent of cedarwood and vanilla. It was October when I first visited his home,
and now, with the trees dressed in bright green, I lay here in his bed, my head
and heart at odds. I wanted to be with Wren, but the one time I had allowed a
label to represent how I felt, I had been betrayed.
I studied his bare
chest, my fingers roaming over the patches of freckles.
“Making
constellations again?” he asked, resting on his elbows to watch my busy
fingers.
“Just Perseus.”
“You’re the first person that’s ever
pointed that out.”
“That’s probably because all of your other girlfriends
were dumb as rocks and didn’t know a thing about constellations,” I
retorted.
Wren laughed quietly, not denying my words. We never discussed
exes, and I was happy about that. Explaining Porter to someone who was the
complete opposite of him would be an impossible task.
We lay in silence,
my fingers not wanting to leave his skin. We’d been in Wren’s bed since this
morning, and I could have stayed wrapped in his embrace forever. Tangled in his
blood red sheets, I was safe from the evil that lurked outside. In this bed, I
couldn’t run into anyone from my past.
“Think we should get up? We can
grab some food before I head to Jay’s.” Wren turned on his side, his fingers
leisurely roaming my skin. His effortless touch made my insides tremble, forcing
me to take a few calming breaths. I hated leaving him. I hated that I was
slowly becoming one of those girls. The kind of girl that had nothing
else to talk about but the guy they were dating. The kind that became so
obsessed with her boyfriend, she scheduled her whole life around him. I wasn’t
that kind of girl. I couldn’t possibly be turning into one.
“You already
had me for breakfast and lunch, might as well fill up on me for dinner, too,” I
suggested, knowing it would keep him from leaving.
A devious grin formed
on Wren’s lips. “Suddenly I’m starving.”
In a matter of seconds, he was
on top of me, trapping my arms and legs with his own. Typically, I liked being
in control, but once in awhile it was fun to act helpless.
“You’ve got me
pinned, now what?” I fixed my eyes on his, concentrating on the chills that were
shooting through my body.
His eyes met mine only for a moment before
traveling to our linked fingers. His grasp tightened, bringing our arms higher
above my head. Wren’s jaw set and I knew my submissiveness had turned him
on.
He leaned down near my ear and whispered, “Now I fuck you so hard you
forget your name.”
I exhaled, waiting for him to make his move. Wren
began teasing me, his fingers exploring the curves of my body, making a point
not to touch me anywhere that would put me over the edge. He caressed my upper
thigh slowly, then the back of my leg. His tongue grazed my earlobe and my
stomach clenched in anticipation, craving so much more than what he was
giving.
“Fuck me already,” I demanded.
“No.”
It wasn’t just
his calm and collected answer that almost drove me to the edge. It was in his
light kisses, his fingers brushing back curls from my face, and the way he
blinked slowly as he took me in. I exhaled again, anxiously waiting to see which
part of my body he’d set on fire first.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered,
his breath teasing my earlobe.
I quickly conceded and felt the softness
of his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh. Between the motion of his hand and
knowing what was coming next, I was ready for him. Two fingers slowly slid
inside of me and our eyes locked together, filling me with a hunger I’d never
experienced. From the very first night, Wren had instinctively known the most
sensitive parts of my body. He understood it better than anyone ever had, and
his touch always left me begging for more.
“Please tell me this isn’t all
I’m getting?” The edge in my voice made him remove his hands from my
skin.
“Keep talking, Kingsley, and this is all you’ll be
getting.”
It took everything in me to bite my tongue, swallowing my
snappy comeback.
“Good girl.” He pulled me onto his lap, and the rough hair on his jaw grated against my shoulder, leaving a pleasing sting in its wake. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered. His fingers knotted through my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck to his lips. Wren’s tongue trailed the skin of my throat, slowly moving toward my ear. “Plan’s changed. Now you’re going to fuck me.”
“Good girl.” He pulled me onto his lap, and the rough hair on his jaw grated against my shoulder, leaving a pleasing sting in its wake. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered. His fingers knotted through my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck to his lips. Wren’s tongue trailed the skin of my throat, slowly moving toward my ear. “Plan’s changed. Now you’re going to fuck me.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Without
answering my question, Wren pulled my face to his, forcing his tongue inside my
mouth. I sat up on my knees and guided him inside me, watching as his somber
expression disappeared. He cupped my ass, pushing our bodies closer together,
filling me even more. I yelled out his name like we were the only two people
left in the world.
“Fuck, Kingsley…” he groaned.
Leaning back on
my hands, I began to move my hips along to a silent beat in my head. Back and
forth, up and down. I bit down on my bottom lip with enough force that a small
trickle of blood seeped into my mouth, leaving behind the faint taste of salt
and metal.
Wren pulled me back into his chest, our bodies trembling from
head to toe. It was in those last few seconds when every nerve ending in my body
felt like it was going to explode; it was then that I felt closest to
him.
My heart was beating so fiercely, I felt the cool mattress beneath
me tremble with its force. Wren’s hand found mine in the rustled sheets,
squeezing it twice. The comfortable silence we shared was a new experience for
me. I turned on my side, studying his shadowed profile; the perfect slope of his
nose, his lips half-parted with short breaths leaving his mouth. He had
cheekbones that were so high, even I was envious. But his eyes were my favorite
part, dark and tempting. They reminded me of the rich chocolate cake I always
longed to taste, of whiskey on the rocks... His eyes expressed his feelings even
before he had a chance to say them out loud.
Author bio:
I'm proud to call myself a writer. Sharing my work with the world is a
blessing and it's one I'll never take for granted.I live for my words, not the
possibility of becoming rich off of them.
I love supportive people and have been blessed with meeting so many of them lately.
Remember to read the books you love, support the authors you love, and do without the negative people in your life.
I love supportive people and have been blessed with meeting so many of them lately.
Remember to read the books you love, support the authors you love, and do without the negative people in your life.
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