The Sinful Bond

Jealously

I melt into his skin, no longer floating in my sea of lonely. Feeling warmth for the first time in a long time. His fingertips graze against me leaving frostbite on my skin. Catching our breath in rhythm I fall into a deep slumber in the safety of his arms.

I wake to the chirping of small birds outside my window, still laced in his arms.

“Hungry?” He asks, grinning ear to ear.

“Yessss.” I replied stretching out across my bed. He rolls out and heads to my kitchen in his underwear, this man is too hot for his own good.

“What are your plans for today Molly?” He asks from the kitchen.

“Ah I don’t know, I don’t have class today, what about you?” I inquired.

“I’m free today as well.” I can hear him grinning through the wall.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, “Wanna stick around and get trashed?”

“With you? Of course.” He says bringing me a piece of toast and coffee.

“You know better than to tell me no anyway James.” I say, giving him a devilish smile.

“You’re right.”He chuckled, rubbing my calves.

“I got to run and meet my guy for some party favors, You can hang out here if you want, or you can come with.”

“I’m with you girl.” He replies, slipping into his jeans.

I texted nick on my way to Harem Park and he sends a thumbs up.

The walk there was surprisingly peaceful with James at my side. No dark cloud hanging above me, no swirling entity choking what little I have out of me.

We sit on my usual bench awaiting Nick’s arrival. James has his arm around my shoulder, bringing me tight to his chest. I let him get away with it for now, he’s proud, I’ll let him keep the feeling because I know it will be short lived.

“What’s up Molly? Who’s this you got a collar on?” Nick sneered.

“What the f**k?” James asked.

“Ah just giving my girl here a hard time.” Nick said squeezing my thigh.

“She isn’t your girl, I’d keep that in mind unless you wanna loose a couple of those gold teeth.” James informed.

“That’s enough, take a walk James.” I say. He doesn’t argue he just scoffs and walks away, hands crammed in his pockets.

“Get your hands off.” I demand, picking up his fingers and dropping them. “You got my order?”

“You got my money?”

“Actually I need a front.” I say.

“A front? After the way your boy was just talking to me?” He said c*****g his head.

“Are you going to give it to me or not?” I say holding my hand out.

“You want me to give it to you baby?” He flashed his gold teeth, reaching for my hand.

“Get f****d Nick.” I turn to walk away but he grabs my arm and shoves a baggy in my pocket.

“Two days princess. Then I want my money.”He whispers in my ear. I shudder under his hot breath on my neck. The smell of cigars and vodka burn my nostrils.

I push on ignoring his idle threats and catch up with James, puffing a cigarette. Since when does he smoke?

“I don’t f*****g like him Molly, and I don’t want his nasty hands on you.” He states.

“He’s harmless.” I say. I’m not even sure I believe that.

“I don’t care Molly, I don’t want you around him.” He seethed.

“Oh I’m sorry, I think you might be confused on how our arrangement works.” I reminded him.

“Alright.” He said shaking his head.

When we get back to the apartment I can tell he’s still annoyed with me. So I make us a few drinks and put on a Scorpions record. James knocks back his drinks, still fuming but not saying anything.

“Want a line?” I offer.

“Yeah.” He says. I chalk us up a couple and soon I’m in my happy place.

Floating, James runs his hands up my body as we sway to the music. His lips on my neck and shoulders, hands on my hips and thigh. I wrap my arms behind me around his neck and tug on a few locks of his hair, reminding him who’s in charge.

I feel his entire body stiffen behind me, trying to resist the urge to take it further. I spin around and grab him by the collar of his shirt and shove him down on the couch.

His eyes widen and he licks his bottom lip while pushing up his glasses. I reach under my short red dress and remove the black thong underneath, watching as a grin spreads across his face.

I straddle his lap crushing our lips together, but this time is different, he’s hungrier for it. He grabs the hem of my dress trying to slip it over my head but I stop him.

“Molly, stop trying to hide from me, you are so beautiful.” He states.

My breath quickens and I lift my arms letting him pull it over my head, no bra, scars out in the daylight. His eyes wander and his fingers trace my scars.

“Beautiful.” He repeated. I crushed my mouth to his, silent, salty tears mix between our lips. This isn’t going as planned, he’s messing with my head and I don’t like it. But this is just too good to stop, it feels right.

I shift so he can unzip his pants, as soon as he springs free I can’t wait any longer, I sink down as far a I can. Arching my back and resting my hands on his knees behind me, I roll my hips in a slow, agonizing rhythm. Sparks flicker in his eyes as he looks so deeply in mine, like he can see my soul.

I grab his neck and pull him to my chest, slowing my pace even more. His low whimpers fill my ears as he mouths my neck and shoulder.

Euphoric tingling spreads through my body, hot, white heat boiling in my belly. His grip tights around me and his whimpers become begging moans.

“Molly, I can’t take much more.” He says in a deep low groan.

“Come with me.” I whisper.

I keep my slow and steady pace as shock waves slam both of us into oblivion. Rolling through us like tethered electric cords waving in and out.

Sloppy, wet kisses follow for several minutes after, still hungry for each other. A need that would never runth over, a want that is dangerous.