Heaven Sent (4 page)

water beat down on his back. I can tell

by the steam in the room that he likes

HOT showers just like me. I slide the

door open and slip in the shower behind

him.

I begin to run my fingers all over

his back. I feel the ridges and contours

of his muscles as he reacts to my touch.

He has a tribal tattoo on the upper part of

his right arm. I focus on the design and

try to burn it into memory. I place a kiss

over his tattoo and begin to trail kisses

across his back. I smash my chest

against him and wrap my arms around to

his front. He takes my hands and kisses

each of the tips of my fingers, giving

each tip different treatment.

The first finger gets a simple peck

and he progresses the intensity as he

moves to the next. By the last finger he

has licked, nibbled, bit, or sucked each

one of my fingers. It is such a simple

move, but it hit me deep inside each time

he attacked one of the tips.

I use my teeth to lightly pierce his

shoulder blade.

“I’ve got myself a fucking biter.”

He says as he turns to face me.

He nips on my bottom lip and tugs

on it and I pull back and smile.

I grab the soap, knowing it is not a

manly scent at all. I take the scrubby and

begin to rub across his chest. He leans

back against the wall and allows me to

explore so I begin to make my way

slowly south. He keeps his eyes closed

as I wash his erection. I lose the

scrubby and spread the soap with my

hands. His hips edge forward and

encourage me to continue.

I use my tongue to trail a line

down the center of his chest and over his

stomach. I close my eyes as I near him

and try to make this moment last

forever. I love being this close to him. I

love having my hands all over him while

he enjoys it and he isn’t trying to battle

me for control.

I take my tongue and lick the

under-side of his penis, from the base to

the tip, using enough pressure to cause

him to groan. When I continue my

advances he wraps his fist in my hair

and holds on until he decides to pull me

back to my feet.

“You are good at that shit.” He

takes a few moments to catch his breath

and then grabs the soap. “My turn.”

Taron

What is my problem? She has

caused me to lose control multiple times

tonight and it is pissing me off. I’m

always in control of my dick. It seems to

react to her easier than it ever has me or

any other girl. I am tired of fighting this.

She is all over me and I am a goner.

I begin to rub soap all over her

soft skin, but I decide not to use the

scrubber so I can enjoy the feel of her

body. The soap helps my hands glide

over her and she begins to move into my

touch. I turn her away from me and start

to focus on her back. Here we are again,

in that position where her hips are in

control. She pushes back and grinds her

perfect ass into my erection.

“Take me to bed.” She is

demanding exactly what I am dying for.

She turns off the water and steps

out of the shower. I watch her towel dry

and love that she is not shy. She isn’t

trying to hide behind the towel. In fact

she spends more time with the towel on

her head than she does her body. I grab

a towel and do a quick once over and

leave her in the bathroom to finish.

I lie down in the middle of her

bed, spread out for the world to enjoy

my assets. She comes into the room and

instantly her attention is focused on my

dick. I have my arms behind my head

and I enjoy watching her lick her lips

with

anticipation. She digs in her

nightstand and I hear the sound of foil.

She prowls, like the fucking pussy cat

she is, up onto the bed on all fours. She

wraps me in the condom and slowly

slides down the full length of me. I let

her control everything this time and she

shows me just how wild she is.

I can’t seem to get enough of her.

We lie there entangled and I hear her

stomach growl. I crawl out of bed and

dispose of the condom on my way to the

kitchen. I walk around her apartment

completely naked and I don’t give a shit

if someone sees me. It is proven that

wearing clothes is a waste of time

around her. I make sandwiches and grab

us each a bottle of water.

We sit on the bed, shoulders

leaning on each other as we eat. I

haven’t had a PB&J in a long time and it

actually tastes damn good.

“So what time do you leave in the

morning?”

“We have to be on the bus at

6:30.” I say already dreading the

moment I have to walk out this door.

“I’ll call you and text you, just like I

have lately.”

She is looking down, so I pull her

face toward me. “We can talk every day

and I will send for you at least once, if

not twice. I may be able to fly in for a

day or two. It’s only four weeks and it

will go by really fast.” She looks

doubtful.

We finish eating and I don’t waste

anymore time. We slide in next to each

other and I love how it feels to have her

in my arms. She uses my phone to take a

picture of us.

I look at the picture and instantly

love it. We are both wrapped up in each

other as I spoon her from behind. My

arms cover most of her breast and the

sheet is wrapped around the front of her

just enough to hide my favorite part. The

rest is tan skin and perfection. Her dark

hair is draped over her shoulder and I

managed to sneak a kiss to her shoulder

just as she snapped the picture. The

view of my body behind her makes it an

even better shot. I know this picture will

be a favorite of mine for a long time to

come.

She falls asleep very quickly and I

begin to wish I had brought my bags with

me. I want to wake up next to her in the

morning. I know myself, and I won’t

have time in the morning to get my bags

from the house.

I slip out of bed and pull on my

clothes. If I hurry home and get back,

she will never know that I left. Then I

can wake up next to her.

This is new for me. I never stick

around for morning. I usually have no

desire to see the morning after look that I

leave behind.

I grab her key off the bar and lock

the door. I hurry to the house and I’m not

surprised to see that we have guests. I

head straight for my room and grab my

bags. I’m busy packing the last few

things when I turn to see Eaven in my

doorway.

“Where is Ivy?” She asks me

smiling.

“At your apartment.”

“What are you doing, Taron?”

“I’m grabbing my bags for the

tour.”

“You know what I mean. I am not

talking about what you’re doing right

now. I want to know what you plan to

do with Ivy.”

“I plan to see where life takes us.

I plan to enjoy the fuck out of your friend

and I mean that literally.”

“You are a pig, Taron. Good

god!”

“Well you asked!”

“Just remember….”

I interrupt her because I can’t take

anymore of this, “I fucking know. Hurt

her and I will die. Have you ever

stopped to think that she might have all

of the power to do the hurting?”

This seems to shut her up.

“Why aren’t you giving my brother

his going away present anyway? You

should be worried about that.”

“Who’s to say that I haven’t

already?” She has really come around

since I met her. I used to enjoy making

her blush. There are a few times she

finally snapped and gave it right back to

me, but nothing like Ivy. She has never

blushed or been embarrassed at anything

I say.

“Well, go give him another gift.

I’m going back to your apartment for the

night.” I turn to grab the remainder of

my bathroom items and to miss whatever

look Eaven is going to give me. I know

she means well, but shit. Give a guy a

chance.

“Ok. I will see you in Dallas.

Talon wants me to meet up with him

there since you have a two-day break

right after. I will make Ivy come with

me. Eighteen days and counting!”

This gives me hope. I have a

scheduled date to look forward to seeing

Ivy again. I know she will travel with

Eaven.

~Three~

Ivy

I wake to the feeling of being

watched. I search the room for Taron,

only to see Dylan watching me from a

chair in the corner of the room. I’m still

naked from earlier and I have kicked the

covers off. I quickly grab the sheet to

cover my body as much as possible.

“Now you fucking worry about

being seen.” I pull my body up to the

headboard and tuck my legs up to my

chest. He looks angry.

I try to remember where my cell

phone is. My jeans. Where did those

go? Bathroom, crap!

“What are you talking about?” I

try to sound sincere, but I’m pissed.

“I saw you fucking him in the

parking lot. Jesus. Aren’t you just the

town slut?”

“You have no say in who I decide

to have sex with, Dylan. What is your

problem?”

“My problem is that you’re a

tease. I worked hard to show you that I

wanted a piece and you all but ignored

me. You used me to be near you when it

was convenient for a show.”

“I’m not interested, Dylan.”

“Well that’s just too bad! You had

better get interested because I am going

to fuck you before I leave tonight.”

“No you’re not!”

“Oh, yes I am. You will either

cooperate or not, but I will get what I

came after.”

I start to get up to run to the

bathroom and he beats me to the door.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I need to pee.”

“Bullshit. Now sit your pretty ass

on that bed.” He starts to grope me and

my stomach begins to feel nauseated.

Where in the hell did Taron go?

We get near the bed and he shoves

my head into the mattress.

“Don’t fucking move. I want to

look at you.” He has my hands pinned

behind

my

back. I’m struggling

internally. I want to rare back and kick

him in the nuts, but I’m afraid I won’t be

able to get away before he grabs me. I

know that will piss him off further. I

wait until he starts to unzip his jeans to

pull a leg in to kick him. I hit his thigh

and he falls down on me.

“You bitch! You can fight this all

you want, it will just make it more fun

for me.” The weight of his entire body

is smashing me further into the mattress.

His grip on my wrists has tightened and

his zipper is cutting into my back.

He pulls my face to look at him as

he frees himself from his jeans. He

shoves his tongue down my throat and I

fight the urge to vomit. I bite his tongue

as hard as I can.

He retaliates by slamming his fist

into my cheek, which causes me to let

go. He continues to hit me in my side

and across my back. My body is

throbbing where he has struck me and my

heart is pounding. He’s going to rape me

and I can’t move or do anything to stop

him.

He works his jeans down and

starts to rub himself on me. My heart is

breaking. My first night with Taron will

always be tainted by this asshole. How

can I talk myself into relaxing enough to

get through this? I can’t stand this guy.

Hate is pouring out in my tears.

“Shut up and fucking like this. I

know you like it rough, anyway.” He

gathers my hair into his grip pulling my

face back into his view. The pull on my