Lover

Chapter 23 – Just a Child

Sensing my hesitation, and sudden lack of enjoyment Heath’s voice sounded again full of mischief and confidence. “I think you just need more Alice, more than I am giving you.” Fingering my entrance slowly, Heath taunted me. Slipping his fingers in and out, he softened me as I sucked in a shaky uncontrolled breath. Eyes focusing on him, I did not know when, but at some point he must have pulled down his sweats. Down just to his thighs with his underwear, it was just low enough that his erect c**k was unrestrained and moving in my direction. My eyes widening, I could hear the blood in my ears pumping through my brain. I swear, every time I saw him, he got bigger.

“No Heath, stop”, my words came out in a whisper. I did not know if I wanted to do this or not, my head and heart were at war as I suffered under the weight. Heath on the other hand, he either ignored me, or did not hear me as he gripped my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed. The sheets rustling beneath me, I was dragged to the edge. Still not bothering to remove my panties, Heath hooked a finger underneath pulling them further to the side. His hand reaching, he grabbed at his c**k, placing at my entrance. This time he did not tease, did not wait. He just plunged in penetrating me deeply as he groaned out loudly throwing his head back in ecstasy.

I wanted to say no, but my body said yes. It craved his touch, took and savoured every little bit of attention he had to give. “Ahhh”, my hips trembling under his hold, he thrusted into my heated p***y over and over giving me no chance to respond. Sweat dripping down his face, his eyes watched me intently. One hand drifting to my c**t, he started rubbing agonising circles pushing me closer to the edge. I had to get a grip, I could not do this anymore. I needed to stop this, it had already gone too far. The only one who was going to get hurt was me.

Waking from my state of complete irrational bliss, I raised my hand to his chest. Pushing him back firmly with as much force as I could, I yelled out capturing his attention. “I SAID STOP!”

Pain and panic flooding his eyes, Heath took a rapid step back pulling from my body and righting his pants. His arms outreached towards me, he watched me cautiously. With a soft voice, “Ali... please, it’s okay.” With his tone, words and gesture, he turned from his normal commanding and dominant self to an unsure and soft man teetering on the edge of not knowing what do to. Though at this pint either did I.

This all wasn’t okay, I was in love with my mother’s boyfriend. I was in love with Heath. My chest thumping away in my chest, I wanted it, I did not want it. I loved him, I did not want to love him. This was killing me, I had never felt this way before. This had to be it right, this was my first love. The pain people spoke of, the happiness, but it was so damn complicated. Sitting up, my head felt heavy as I slumped forward looking down at my legs now curling over the edge of the bed in front of me. I could not look him in the face, but I had to be honest with him. My voice barely audible, “it hurts.”

A heavy breath exhaled from Heath he slowly closed the gap between. The mattress compressing as he sat next to me, I felt his hand slowly make contact with my back. With no reaction from me Heath fingers slowly lowered so his hand was completely flat against my skin. His voice gruff, I felt like it completely matched the feeling in my heart. “I know.” His free hand reaching behind him, Heath handled the covers, slowly wrapping me up like a burrito. His voice more vulnerable than I had heard before, “can I stay for a bit?”

The energy flowing from my body, I leant into Heath slowly snuggling my head into his shoulder as I nodded not wanting him to leave. His arms tightening around my now thoroughly wrapped body, he pulled me with him laying me against his chest as he sat propped up against the headboard. My eyes slowly fighting the urge to close, Heath did not move or talk saving me my embarrassment at how I had reacted. He just held me close, as his face occasionally dropped into my hair placing a light peck. I could not say if it was him, or if I was dreaming, but before I fell asleep, I thought I heard him speak. “It won’t be like this forever Alice… I promise. Trust in me.”

Moving around, I groaned out tiredly as an annoying tone kept jingling. Not even opening my eyes, I reached toward the noise bobbing my hand up and down. My fingers hitting the hardness of my bedside table, I found my phone bringing it in front of my face. Slowly cracking my eyes open, Lathen’s name appeared on the screen. Watching it with squinting eyes, last night came rushing back. Sitting upright, I looked next to me for Heath. Looking around the room I realized quickly that he was gone, and most likely had been for a long time.

Understanding that he could not have stayed in here all night, I still could not help but feel a little disappointed. Opening my phone, I had clearly slept well with missed calls and messages from Lathen and mum, as well as a message from Heath. Unable to wait a second longer I hurriedly opened Heath’s text that read, sleep well I have left for work, I’ll be home late for a while. Not even getting the chance to close the message Lathen’s name flashed up once more.

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