Chapter 4
1119 Words
- Tesla Williams -
I awaken abruptly to the sound of birds singing and the sun shining in my eyes. I roll over to see the clock read the time of seven-fifteen a.m.
Ugh.
This is the third time I have woken up. I've endured two nightmares and each is more horrific than the last. I keep seeing his face in my dreams. I wish I could just forget everything that has happened.
I sigh and throw the covers back. I make my way to the bathroom and tear away my clothes as I go. Starting up the hot water, I place the plug in the drain. Once the tub is filled, I shut the water off.
As I pour the bath oils in, I hear a whistle of appreciation. I whip around and scream when I see Graham standing there in nothing but sweatpants. His tattoos are on full display, making him look completely edible. His eyes are filled with hunger.
"What are you doing in here?" I squeak.
"Fuck."
The next thing I know, he has me up against the wall, his lips devouring mine. He hoists me up and I wrap my thighs around his hip.
Wait a minute.
I pull my lips from his and push at his shoulders to get him to stop. He takes the hint, catching my look of annoyance. He moves away from my lips to attack my neck and I forget what my objective was. I dive my fingers into his thick hair and pull, making him groan. He moves a hand between us and between my legs, dancing his rough fingers over the sensitive flesh there.
"f**k, I can feel how wet your p***y is." He growls, causing a shudder of pure pleasure to rush through my veins. I run my hands along the waistband of his sweatpants before diving my hand under the material. I wrap my hand around his throbbing c**k and pump once.
He groans before tearing my hand away. "Don't, baby. You keep that up, it'll be over before it starts."
Then, his sweats are around his ankles and he's pressing his c**k into my entrance. One of his arms rests by my head while the other clutches my thigh. It may be because I haven't had s*x in five years, but he feels massive.
"This might hurt, baby. I'll let you get used to me. Hang on to my shoulders."
I do as he says. Then he thrusts into me. I cry out in pleasure as my nails cut deep into his shoulders, biting into his skin. He grunts and pulls back to look at me, a weird look in his eye.
"You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah," I whisper, my breathing heavy. He nods before pulling out gently and sliding back in just the same. He does this a few times then begins bouncing me on his length roughly, cupping my ass in his rough, ring-covered hands.
I moan loudly when he speeds up. His deep grunts and animalistic growls echo in my ears. "Come on, sweet girl. Come on my cock."
"Harder," I cry.
"Baby," he groans, speeding up even more. His pace is unbearably fast. I shatter around him and squeeze my legs tighter. When we both come to, I notice how sweaty we are and how heavy our mingling breaths are.
"We need to talk, darlin'."
"No."
"Yes. When you're ready. I need to tell you some things. I need to explain," he says, pulling out of me.
He makes sure I'm stable enough to stand before letting me go and kisses my forehead. "When you're ready."
I blink my eyes closed. When I open them, he has vanished.
How the hell does he do that?
* * *
Two Weeks Later...
- Graham Chandler -
I watch from outside the bakery as she serves customers behind the counter. Her hair is up today and has recently been streaked with caramel highlights. She got a job there about a week ago and has been avoiding me ever since that day in her bathroom.
Shit.
Remembering that day is giving me serious blue balls. I hadn't expected things to escalate that quickly. I had planned to apologize, but instead, she ended up backed against the wall with my c**k inside her.
Fucking Tesla is not something you want, it's something you need. It's an addiction. And I definitely need to f**k her again. This time in my bed where I can have her whenever the urge hits me. Sighing, I move away from my bike and across the street to the bakery, my eyes on her.
Upon entering the establishment, I'm greeted by her voice, alert and curious.
"What are you doing here?" She asks from behind the counter, in an apron and her nose piercing gleaming in the light from above.
The bruises that covered her skin are now gone and only a faint scar remains above her eye. I don't respond to her question. Instead, I take a seat at one of the tables at the windows near the entrance.
After everyone in the bakery leaves, besides a few employees, she drifts over to my table, a plate of apple pie and forks in each hand. She sits down across from me.
"What do you want? How did you find me?" She questions rapidly.
"Dad told me where you run off to every morning. You've been avoiding me for the past two weeks. You think I didn't notice?"
"Graham-"
"I told you I wanted to talk and that's what we're going to do. I'm sorry I said things about you. Nothing can change that, but I am sorry, Tesla."
"What do you want from me, Graham?" She demands, tears welling in her eyes from my apology.
I sigh and grab her hands in mine. "Tes, baby, look at me. Look at me." She drags her eyes to me. "I want you to forgive me. And maybe take a ride with me."
"I forgive you," she says, then shakes her head. "But, I can't go with you. I can't...I don't know you. I know we had s*x, but that doesn't mean-"
"Babe, I would never even think of hurting you or making you feel unsafe. I don't hurt women. You hear me?"
"Fine. Where are we going to go?"
"It's a secret spot. You'll love it," I promise her.
"I get off in an hour."
- Writer
