Hemy
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“Now, Nico,” she cries out. “Fucking come! Please!”
Her head tilts to the side to watch as Nico strokes his cock a few more times before he’s moaning out and shooting his cum into his palm.
Right before he’s done, I pound into her one last time causing her body to convulse as she throbs around my dick, bringing me to climax along with her. I shoot my cum deep inside her tight little pussy before pulling out, flipping her around and slamming my lips against hers.
Her lips instantly react to mine as she tangles her fingers in my hair while panting and still shaking from her release. I always did love the feel of her panting in my mouth after she came. That hasn’t changed. I love it just as much.
Fisting her hair, I place my forehead against hers and rub my hand up her back. “Stay with me tonight. I want you in my bed.”
She gets ready to shake her head, but I pull her closer to me and pull her bottom lip into my mouth. She always loved that in the past. “I won’t take no for an answer. Just for tonight. Let me run you a bubble bath and take care of you. You need to see me for who I am now.”
She lets out a little breath before relaxing in my arms. She’s silent for a few moments, lost in thought, before looking up at me. “Just for tonight, Hemy. After this, I have to be careful. This is it. I have no choice. This is pushing it. I should say no.”
I look over at Nico as he stands up to get dressed. “Thanks, man. You can go now.”
Nico smiles while wiping his hand off on his shirt and balling it up. “Not a problem, man.” He grabs for his shoes. “I hope you two work shit out. That was some hot shit.”
I turn my head away from Nico to look into Onyx’s eyes. I want to see her reaction to his words. What I find is not good. She looks terrified. Being close to me scares the shit out of her. I need to change this.
And fast . . .
Chapter Eight
Onyx
I can’t believe I just let that happen. What was I thinking? Now, I’m really confused. I thought making Hemy watch me with another man would make me feel good. It didn’t. It hurt. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I had to stop things before they got too far. The truth is, all I wanted was Hemy.
As much shit as Hemy put me through in the past, hurting him only hurts me more. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to ever get over all the pain and suffering he put me through? I can never be with Hemy. All he does is hurt people. That’s exactly why I need to see if he has changed before I tell him what I know. I have to be 100% positive first. I won’t let him hurt anyone else like he hurt me.
I’m sitting on the couch wrapped up in Hemy’s shirt when he walks out from the bathroom and runs his hand through his hair. It reminds me of how good it felt to run my hands through it and I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach that are fluttering freely. “Hey,” he says in a low, flat tone.
“Hey,” I say back in the same voice level, not really sure what to do next. This feels so strange. Being with him again brings me back to the past, making me feel as if we were never apart.
“Come here.” He reaches above him and grips the molding above him on the door. I can’t help but to notice all of his muscles flex as his grip tightens. It’s so damn sexy. “Take my shirt off. I need to see all of you. Never cover up around me.”
He always did hate it when I wore clothes after sex. He said he couldn’t sleep afterwards unless he had my naked body pressed against his. I learned very quickly to stop getting dressed after sex, because it was pointless. If I did he would just remove them himself. Sometimes when he was out at night, I would even lie in bed naked hoping it would help me sleep better. It never did.
Standing up, I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over my head. I stand here in place, watching his eyes scan over my body, before walking over to stand in front of him. I want him now that I’ve had another taste and I hate myself for feeling this way. I’m only going to get hurt. I was devastated for far too long, and I’m finally in control of my emotions, or I was.
Biting his bottom lip, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands. His eyes meet mine, causing my heart to speed up. They look clear again. A spark of hope shoots through my body, making me want to believe it’s not a coincidence that he’s been clean the last few times I have seen him. I want to believe he is telling me the truth.
He must notice me focusing on his eyes, because his lips turn up into a slight smile before he tilts my chin up and looks directly into my eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was clean. I will never lie to you. That’s a promise I made ten years ago and I’ll never break it.”
“Hemy . . . I-”
“I know,” he breathes, cutting me off before I can finish. “It’s not that simple. If you just give me the chance I will show you.” He swallows hard while tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. “I will never hurt you again. That is a fucking promise, baby. The day you walked away changed my perspective dramatically.”
Before I can respond, Hemy scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the huge bathtub filled with bubbles and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I instantly rest my head back on his shoulder and sigh in contentment. He’s never done this with me before. I’m going to soak this feeling up while I can, before I have to put my guard back up.
I should be keeping my distance, but maybe letting him in for one night won’t be so bad. I mean, how much can really happen? It’s just one night.
I close my eyes as I feel Hemy wrap his arms around me, underneath my breasts. His touch is so gentle, yet possessive; as if he’s telling me I am his and his alone. The thought causes my heart to pound in my chest. The thought of being his gives me a feeling of warmth and safety, even though being with him in the past was anything but that.
“I’ll take care of you if you let me,” he breathes into my ear. “I may have only been rough in the past, but I promise you I can be gentle with you too. Things are different . . . I’m different. If you give me another chance to love you, I promise I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I don’t need other women, Onyx. None of them are you. None of them took care of me when I was a broken boy, scared, and alone in the world. None of them took me in and held me at night after my parents left me and I lost Sage. That was the most devastating time in my life. Only you were there. Not even my foster parents cared for me. They let me do as I pleased and never gave a shit, but you did.”
Her head tilts to the side to watch as Nico strokes his cock a few more times before he’s moaning out and shooting his cum into his palm.
Right before he’s done, I pound into her one last time causing her body to convulse as she throbs around my dick, bringing me to climax along with her. I shoot my cum deep inside her tight little pussy before pulling out, flipping her around and slamming my lips against hers.
Her lips instantly react to mine as she tangles her fingers in my hair while panting and still shaking from her release. I always did love the feel of her panting in my mouth after she came. That hasn’t changed. I love it just as much.
Fisting her hair, I place my forehead against hers and rub my hand up her back. “Stay with me tonight. I want you in my bed.”
She gets ready to shake her head, but I pull her closer to me and pull her bottom lip into my mouth. She always loved that in the past. “I won’t take no for an answer. Just for tonight. Let me run you a bubble bath and take care of you. You need to see me for who I am now.”
She lets out a little breath before relaxing in my arms. She’s silent for a few moments, lost in thought, before looking up at me. “Just for tonight, Hemy. After this, I have to be careful. This is it. I have no choice. This is pushing it. I should say no.”
I look over at Nico as he stands up to get dressed. “Thanks, man. You can go now.”
Nico smiles while wiping his hand off on his shirt and balling it up. “Not a problem, man.” He grabs for his shoes. “I hope you two work shit out. That was some hot shit.”
I turn my head away from Nico to look into Onyx’s eyes. I want to see her reaction to his words. What I find is not good. She looks terrified. Being close to me scares the shit out of her. I need to change this.
And fast . . .
Chapter Eight
Onyx
I can’t believe I just let that happen. What was I thinking? Now, I’m really confused. I thought making Hemy watch me with another man would make me feel good. It didn’t. It hurt. It made me feel sick to my stomach. I had to stop things before they got too far. The truth is, all I wanted was Hemy.
As much shit as Hemy put me through in the past, hurting him only hurts me more. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to ever get over all the pain and suffering he put me through? I can never be with Hemy. All he does is hurt people. That’s exactly why I need to see if he has changed before I tell him what I know. I have to be 100% positive first. I won’t let him hurt anyone else like he hurt me.
I’m sitting on the couch wrapped up in Hemy’s shirt when he walks out from the bathroom and runs his hand through his hair. It reminds me of how good it felt to run my hands through it and I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach that are fluttering freely. “Hey,” he says in a low, flat tone.
“Hey,” I say back in the same voice level, not really sure what to do next. This feels so strange. Being with him again brings me back to the past, making me feel as if we were never apart.
“Come here.” He reaches above him and grips the molding above him on the door. I can’t help but to notice all of his muscles flex as his grip tightens. It’s so damn sexy. “Take my shirt off. I need to see all of you. Never cover up around me.”
He always did hate it when I wore clothes after sex. He said he couldn’t sleep afterwards unless he had my naked body pressed against his. I learned very quickly to stop getting dressed after sex, because it was pointless. If I did he would just remove them himself. Sometimes when he was out at night, I would even lie in bed naked hoping it would help me sleep better. It never did.
Standing up, I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over my head. I stand here in place, watching his eyes scan over my body, before walking over to stand in front of him. I want him now that I’ve had another taste and I hate myself for feeling this way. I’m only going to get hurt. I was devastated for far too long, and I’m finally in control of my emotions, or I was.
Biting his bottom lip, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands. His eyes meet mine, causing my heart to speed up. They look clear again. A spark of hope shoots through my body, making me want to believe it’s not a coincidence that he’s been clean the last few times I have seen him. I want to believe he is telling me the truth.
He must notice me focusing on his eyes, because his lips turn up into a slight smile before he tilts my chin up and looks directly into my eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said I was clean. I will never lie to you. That’s a promise I made ten years ago and I’ll never break it.”
“Hemy . . . I-”
“I know,” he breathes, cutting me off before I can finish. “It’s not that simple. If you just give me the chance I will show you.” He swallows hard while tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. “I will never hurt you again. That is a fucking promise, baby. The day you walked away changed my perspective dramatically.”
Before I can respond, Hemy scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the huge bathtub filled with bubbles and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I instantly rest my head back on his shoulder and sigh in contentment. He’s never done this with me before. I’m going to soak this feeling up while I can, before I have to put my guard back up.
I should be keeping my distance, but maybe letting him in for one night won’t be so bad. I mean, how much can really happen? It’s just one night.
I close my eyes as I feel Hemy wrap his arms around me, underneath my breasts. His touch is so gentle, yet possessive; as if he’s telling me I am his and his alone. The thought causes my heart to pound in my chest. The thought of being his gives me a feeling of warmth and safety, even though being with him in the past was anything but that.
“I’ll take care of you if you let me,” he breathes into my ear. “I may have only been rough in the past, but I promise you I can be gentle with you too. Things are different . . . I’m different. If you give me another chance to love you, I promise I will make you the happiest woman in the world. I don’t need other women, Onyx. None of them are you. None of them took care of me when I was a broken boy, scared, and alone in the world. None of them took me in and held me at night after my parents left me and I lost Sage. That was the most devastating time in my life. Only you were there. Not even my foster parents cared for me. They let me do as I pleased and never gave a shit, but you did.”
