Lover

My stories that I am posting contain highly mature content. This can include descriptions and references to things such as highly explicit s****l content, violence and s****l violence. I recognize that some of my writing is likely to contain content which is considered by some to be triggering, however I feel that writing trigger warnings for each post will result in a large amount of spoilers for the rest of my readers, and I don’t want to decide myself which themes need a warning and which don’t. Chapter 1 - Was it just me Rubbing my raw clit, I tried to get myself off. It had been so long, I needed release, I needed something. I was tense, I was just dumped. Well not really, since technically we were never dating. Growling out in frustration, this was definitely not working! I was not going to get anywhere thinking about Eric. Hot guy, hot guy, an image of one of the guys down at the gym popped into my mind. His smile, his flexing muscles. Continuing to circle my clit I was not getting far until a picture of Heath popped into my mind. Closing my eyes, I settled into the bedcovers as I imagined Heath’s fingers in place of my own under my pyjama shorts. My body shuddering underneath my hand, I thrummed my fingers against my clit. Inserting a finger, I continued the circles as I turned my head moaning out Heath’s name a little too loudly. Turning into my pillow I braced myself riding out my orgasm as my thighs clenched together. Toes curling and back arching, I tensed as my muscles tightened continuing to pleasure myself through my orgasm to the point of pain. Yanking my hand away, I could no longer stand the pressure as a rushed knock sounded on my door. “Alice, did you call for me? Are you okay?” Eyes widening, I looked at my bedroom door which was slowly creeping open after Heath’s concerned voice had sounded. Scrambling for the blankets I rolled my body a little too quickly falling to the floor with a loud thud, “ouch.” The door suddenly swinging open with force, Heath rushed forward into the room. His feet thumping against the floor menacingly, arms crossed against his broad chest. Taking in the surroundings with concern plastered to his face. His blue eyes fell on me with an expression of confusion crossing his face. “Where is Eric?” Still looking around as if he Reaching my arms towards him shamelessly from the floor, a smirk crossed his lips as he moved toward me. Disguising my irritation, I questioned him back, “where is mum?” His smirk quickly faded as his hands grasped my wrists. Slightly tensing at my comment, Heath continued pulling me up off the floor, while untangling me from the blanket. When he did not answer and pursed his lips refusing to give me a response, I continued as a wave of guilt hit me. “Eric who?” Eric was nobody to me anymore, I was done in that department. My main regret giving him my virginity, not that the s*x we had was all that exciting, or eye opening. There were exercise machines at the gym that got me off better than he could. Honestly, I could send myself higher, and I did, just like a few minutes ago when I got off to the image of Heath who was now holding onto me lighting my body with excitement. Pulled up off the floor Heaths arm wound around my waist as I leant into his body seeking his comfort and warmth. Resting his chin on my head, Heath pulled me a little closer. “You deserve better than him Alice, you deserve someone who treats you right.” My whole body purred under his touch, heating up in an instant. His fingers grazing my skin gently, I had to stop myself from rubbing against his shaft. I could see its semi hardness as he came in, creating a bulge in the front of his sweats. Spilling out like a confession I resigned to him, for once I could not keep up the flirting and acting like nothing phased me. I wanted his comfort and compassion, I wanted him. “He hooked up with Gia. When I found out, he dumped me.” What a jerk, though to be honest I did not like him anyway. He was a means to an end, a replacement for the person I really wanted and could never have... the person standing right in front of me, holding me in his arms. I watched Heath’s face as his jaw clenched. It was the look he used to have when mum would leave to, ‘go out’, or that is what she told us at the time. Slightly tightening his arms around me, a heavy breath left breath left his chest. Dropping his arms he used a monotoned distant voice, “Well as long as you are okay.” Stepping back, I watched as Heath’s eyes dragged over my body. Stopping mid turn, his eyes lingered for a few extra seconds. I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, catching his gaze, there was something there. I was sure of it, he was cracking, he wanted it too. “I’ll see you at dinner Alice.” He was lying, I knew he had already packed his suitcase ready to leave. He was going to leave mum, he was going to leave me. “Heath!” Stopping in his tracks he turned back toward me as I barrelled into his chest. Surprised his arm instinctively wrapped around my body. “Please do not leave, you cannot leave me here with her.” I knew he had been planning to leave my mother for a while. She was toxic, like quicksand. Yet men continued to line up for her, and she sunk them all. This time was different, she liked Heath, but her pattern was set in stone. So like always, she cheated, lied, and cheated again. Prying my hands from his body, Heath did not utter a word as he released my hands away from his body taking another step back further. Opening his mouth, he looked as though he had something to say. Appearing to change his mind, he remained silent backing out the room. Closing the door, he left me alone. Sliding to my knees, my chest ached. Clenching my jaw, I felt betrayed, I felt hurt. He was the first decent man my mother brought home. At first, I kept my distance knowing it would not work out, but he drew me in with his family dinners and fatherly affection that quickly turned into something else. Every little touch, every word spoken, every breath between us, it had gone past innocence. Still he was going to leave, leave me here with her. Maybe it was all in my head, maybe he did not feel anything for me. Maybe he just wanted to be that good guy who was great with his girlfriend’s kid. All I knew was that he was leaving, and I would most likely never see him again.   Read ahead on my p*****n https://www.patreon.com/tigerlillie60 Also gain access to early chapters of this book and my other each week as well as weekly erotic one shots. If you like this story check out my others on my profile :) Enjoy your reading!! 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