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“Ridemelikeyou want me more than anything else in this world.” His groans fill my ears, taking over any other sensation, especially the one that should be making my skin crawl from feeling like someone is watching us.
“Pay attention to me and only me.” He says, slapping each of my nipples, one after the other.
“Oh, God. Stop it!” I moan as my painted almond-shaped nails dig into his chest.
“No, baby. There’s no stopping with me. You want this and I’m letting you have it. Show me how much you want me. Talk is cheap.”
“There’s nothing cheap about me.” I say.
He chuckles as he sits up and sinks one hand in my hair while the other presses on my hot button. Throwing my head back, I moan. “Now, fuck me.” He commands with such authority, I begin to move.
My hand comes up, gripping his neck and digging into his skin again. “You have a death wish?” He winces.
“Harder.” I lean in closer to his face, but I can’t see him. His face is blank. “Take me harder.” I moan.
“I don’t want to break you.” He says.
“You can’t break what’s already broken.”
He flips us with me on my back and he pushes back inside of me, causing me to inhale a breath. He grabs my hands, lifting them over my head, and he drives into me like a madman.
I throw my head back and give him more access to my neck. His lips are soft and sweet on my neck, but he’s taking me harder, like I want. The contrast of sweet and rough is making me lightheaded.
“Look at me, angel,” he whispers in my ear. “Look at me while I destroy your world.”
When I look at him, his face transforms into Walt’s. I blink hard, trying to concentrate, but he won’t let up. He sends my body into overdrive as I shake my head, but in doing so; I jolt awake.
“What the hell was that?” Sitting up, I catch my breath, knowing that now I’m going to have to avoid Walt.
He’s snuck into my dreams now because of last night. I can’t afford for this to happen right now. I don’t need him staring into my dreams, too.
Shaking my head, I quickly get out of bed to wash the sweat, hormones, and frustration away.
My night time routines rarely follow me into the morning, but once they have, I can’t look at Walt again.
I’ve been avoiding Walt for a week now, and I’m regretting it more than anyone else. Well, I wouldn’t call it avoiding, I’d say it’s the in person version of ghosting. I go to rehearsal early now that we’ve started and I come back late enough that I can sneak into my room before I have to face Walt.
This hasn’t really helped me sleep. I’ve barely gotten a wink of sleep even after I’ve tried my nightly routine. Nothing is helping me and I don’t know if it’s because I made it even more intense than I naturally would. Before, there wasn’t an exact person who it focused on with these, nor was it for me to spill the dirty things I like. The ones that I don’t necessarily hide, but neither am I forthcoming about it.
Coming out of the shower, I hum Celine Dion’s I’m Alive because of a cast member that was singing it and now it’s stuck in my head. I don’t bother singing it because I don’t want to be too loud. I stand in the bathroom and I keep humming it. It becomes annoying, so I run out and grab my wireless earphones. Blasting Celine’s song, I make sure not to sing as I dance to the song while I put my hair in two plaits.
Coco runs to me and then leaves. I watch her as she runs over to the door that’s between Walt and I. She scratches on the door and I stare at the door as if Walt is going to just appear there. His words send a ripple through my body.
I’ll get you one and you better fucking wear it for me. On your knees with my cum covering you and the collar. I can hear how wet you are at the thought. Imagine if I touch you.
Shuddering, I try not to think about anything else because I’m pretty sure I locked the door. Shutting my eyes, I hum to the whole thing, wishing I was on top of the table in my loft, where I could blast my music and sing at the top of my lungs.
After finishing my hair, I open my eyes and reach over for the lotion. I apply it all over my body, going with the music, but I do a subtle move of my waist, moving from side to side, not caring about anything else. Lifting my foot, I place it on the counter applying lotion as Celine’s next song, A New Day has come, begins playing, making me miss watching all the movies that made me fall in love with love for the first time.
Lifting my other foot, I apply lotion and shut my eyes singing this song forgetting that I should be quiet but something about the chorus and Celine saying that she’s been touched by an angel with love along with wanting the rain to come down and wash away her tears. I press the side of my earphones for the next song to play and Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood comes on. I mouth all the words until it gets to the chorus where she explicitly says how she dug her key into his four-wheel drive and carved her name into his leather seats. Took a slugger to both his headlights, slashed a hole in all four of his tires, and maybe next time, he’s going to think before he cheats. I sing the song with passion and attitude, moving my head to it even though I’m not getting cheated on.
The feeling of being watched forces me to open my eyes, and Walt is leaning on the door with an amused expression that isn’t masking his lust at all. His blue-gray eyes watch me and I hear his mouth moving, but I’m frozen in my space. Walt walks closer with his hair wet still dripping on his chest. I follow a droplet of water as it trails down his chest, going to his abs and not stopping until it disappears in his very leaving nothing to the imagination flannel pajamas. Walt says something to me, but I don’t know what he’s saying and when he reaches closer, his arm rubs my nipple while he removes my earphones from each ear.
“I said I came to bring Coco back in here since you’re hiding.” He says, and there is a definite bite in his tone. Almost like he’s upset with me.
“Coco?” I repeat because I can’t concentrate with him so close to me.
