“Fair. But so many people started talking and saying that I was lying for attention. So, I started being more careful about the waves of trauma I would release at a time.”
He laughs slightly before he looks back over at me. “Waves of trauma?”
“It’s what I call it.” I shrug. “It’s like how much of my trauma and I let someone in on and how long do I need to wait before I can let something else out.”
“That’s miserable.” He whispers looking over at me again. I start to say something, but he starts talking again. “I get it though; I do the same thing.” He smirks. “I may not have realized it until you just explained it, but I do. I let small waves of trauma at a time. Because either people don’t believe after so much or they end up more traumatized than you are.”
I can’t but laugh out loud. “Like how I just traumatized my father with all of that at once?”
“Yeah.” He nods his head. “But that was warranted.”
“Ro.” I whisper out before he looks over at me again, I exhale a shaky breath as I begin to let some emotion into what I’m about to say next. “You know, you’re what made me realize that I deserved better, right?” We’re still looking at one another as he slows the car down, veering off onto the side of the road. “I think, well,” I stumble over my words, unsure of how to say it. “Maybe someday, shit…” I mumble again as I feel him slow the car down and then veer on to the side of the road. “I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” I watch as a smile pulls on his face.
“I know, Nightmare, I know.” He reaches over, cupping my cheek and leaning into me. “And just for the record, me too.” I can’t stop myself before I bite onto my lip and try to keep my smile at bay until he leans into me, catching my lips with his. He deepens the kiss before I’m crawling over the center console, and he slides the seat back the small amount of room it has behind him as I straddle his lap. His car is almost too small for both of us to be on this side, but I force it to work as I grind down on his lap, until he growls at me.
“What?” I ask looking innocently at him.
“How do you climb over here before you take your shorts off?” It makes me laugh as I shift back and forth until I manage to take them off, very carefully.
“Better?” I ask him and he nods his head before he unzips his jeans, and my mouth salivates at his cock staring up at me.
“Come here.” He growls again before he grips my hips, pulling me to him and impelling me on himself. Both of us groaning out as he completely fills me, every inch of him I can feel, with the slightly more pressure with each barbell, as they rub against my G spot each time, he pushes inside of me.
“Fuck.” I groan again as he lifts the shirt up over my head, trailing his lips down to my collar bone before I feel his teeth bite into me, and it causes my whole body to tighten.
“Fucking hell, Nightmare.” Ro pants. “The fucking grasp that your pussy has on me.” I’m not sure if he means literally or metaphorically. I’m not sure it really matters though. He quickly thrusts up into me causing my thoughts to fall away before he laughs out loud again. Opening my eyes, I look down at him before a sly smirk spreads on his face. “I want you to cum so hard that it drips down my fucking balls.” He groans as I feel myself clamp down even harder. My leg falls off of the seat and slips between the door and the seat as I use it for leverage and push myself up off of him before slamming back down onto him.
I feel it as he grips his hand into my hair, forcing my head to tilt to the side as his lips fall back down to my neck, he bites roughly on to it causing whimpers to fall from my mouth and a laugh to echo out around his teeth, as he refuses to let go, slamming up into me again.
I’m sure if anyone drives past us, they will have no doubt, with how I’m sure the car is moving, what is happening and honestly, I don’t even care what they think.
His free hand steadies my hip as he slightly pushes be backwards against the steering wheel and the horn goes off once, but we don’t even react to it as he slams up into me harder this time. His hand quickly leaves my hips before he grips around my throat, pulling me back to kiss him. Slamming his lips to mine, so rough that I’m sure they will be sore later, but I don’t really care I want to feel him all over me when we’re done. I want my lips to ache from him claiming them. I want him to mark me as his so no one even tries to come on to me because his marks tell everyone to back off. I want my womb to ache as we drive the rest of the way to LA from the onslaught that he’s giving me with each thrust up he slams harder, not being gentle with me.
Because fucking gentle isn’t ever what I want. I’m not fucking glass. I’m not going to break… because whatever is left of me is so fucking minuscule that it can’t be broken.
He keeps his hand on my throat as he pushes me back slightly looking into my eyes, he pulls me down by my hair and throat on to his cock. The barbells kneading against my internal walls as he continues to stare at me, his eyes darkening slightly, and his nostrils flaring.
His fucked-up darkness reaching its hand out for my own, accepting it, loving it.
His hand tightens as he his nostrils continue to flare, his eyes still dark, and staring at me. He doesn’t blink as he slams up into me and pulls me back down, meeting roughly halfway with enough momentum that he would have thrusted all the way up into me.
Whimpering with each thrust, a dark smile spreads. “Oh, what’s wrong?” He nearly mocks me, well, if I wasn’t into it would be mocking me. As is, it fucking turns me on. “Does it hurt?”
Slowly I nod my head causing him to laugh again.
“Too fucking bad… take it. You fucking love it.”
I nod my head to his words, and he laughs.
“Say it.” He says as he slams into me, and another whimper falls from my mouth.
“I fucking love it.”
“What do you love?”
“I love it when you fuck me.”
“Not quite,” He whispers, slamming into me again, harder this time. I’m overly aware of where the barbell on his cock keeps slamming into me. “What do you love about it?”
