Beside You Ch. 31: Follow You

Chapter Thirty-One: Follow You (Mature)

The drive was quiet.

Michael had a frown on his face almost the whole time.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"T-Mart," he stated.

I only nodded.

He obviously wasn't in a talking mood.

I wasn't even sure how to cheer him up.

I guess I did have a way to take his mind off of all that.

It was a sure-fire way to make everything worse.

I could tell him about Steven.

I didn't want to just blurt it out. Also, I didn't want him to think I was just trying to stir up drama.

"Michael?" I asked.

He didn't say anything.

"What can I do?"

He pulled into a small shopping center.

"There is nothing you can do," he sighed.

That was hardly true.

"Nothing?" I asked, "Maybe nothing to make you feel better."

He glanced over at me once he was parked.

"Are you trying to make me feel worse?"

"No," I said, "But it might distract you."

He sighed, "What is it?"

He shut the engine off and pulled the keys from the ignition.

"Steven called me today."

I could feel his glare.

"He's not a big fan of the new nickname," I stated.

"He is a dick head," Michael stated.

"He is," I agreed.

"What did he have to say this time?"

I wasn't sure if Michael really wanted to know what we talked about or not.

"He wanted to know if I unblocked him yet," I admitted, "And clearly I did."

Michael didn't say anything.

"I told him I tried texting him before," I said, "But he didn't believe me."

I heard the door click open.

I looked over at Michael to see him already getting out of the car.

"We can talk and shop," he stated.

I nodded.

I sort of thought he was already mad.

He seemed a little mad already.

I followed him after I was out of the car.

We walked into the decent-sized store, and I was surprised.

At a glance, I could see an area for each of the things I needed.

He seemed to have an idea of where I needed to go first, so I just followed him.

We stopped in front of the sweatpants.

"He didn't believe you," Michael supplied.

"Oh," I said, "Right."

My eyes went over the different colored fabric.

"I took a screenshot of the recent texts," I stated, "So he could see the failed to send notifications."

"And his new nickname," Michael chuckled, "Nice."

"You're not mad?" I asked.

His eyes locked with mine, "Is there more?"

I hesitated before nodding.

"He doesn't like when things don't go his way," I stated.

His brows furrowed.

I couldn't help but notice the bruises on his face were almost gone.

"What exactly didn't go his way?"

"He wants me to be how I was before," I admitted, "When I hung on his every word."

"Sometimes people change."

"They do," I stated, "You'd think he'd take the hint after getting hung up on three times."

A smile formed on his face, "You hung up on him three times?"

I nodded.

"If you didn't want to talk to him," he said, "Just don't answer it."

"I know," I said, "I just couldn't help it."

"How pissed off was he?" Michael asked.

"Pretty pissed off," I admitted.

My gaze landed on dark pink pants.

"Did he say anything else?" Michael asked.

I was already on his other side, grabbing the pink sweatpants to study them.

"Sort of," I said.

"What did he say?"

"He got mad and called me names," I stated.

I only heard a sigh in response.

My mouth opened to tell him about the threats, but I was quick to shut it.

"What?"

I didn't think he was paying that much attention to me.

"He threatened me," I admitted.

"He threatened you?"

I could hear the anger in his tone.

"What did he say?"

Oh fuck.

I was being that girl right now.

I met Michael's gaze.

The dark blue of his eyes seemed darker than before.

"He kept starting threats, but he wouldn't actually finish them."

"Did he?" he asked, "Finish one?"

I nodded, "After I called him a pussy."

I saw the slight rise at the corner of his mouth.

"Then he said he'd slap the smile off of my face next time he sees me," I said.

"What a fucking idiot," he said.

I checked the size of the pair of sweatpants I picked up.

Medium.

I set them back down before looking for the next size up.

"He won't," Michael stated, "You know that, right?"

"I know," I said.

Mostly because he wouldn't be able to.

I wasn't stupid enough to be alone with him again.

He blew that chance.

Besides, if he ever did, I knew that Michael and Gus would make him regret it.

It felt good knowing that I had people looking out for me.

My eyes locked on the L size for the pink sweats.

I was quick to hold them out to see what they looked like.

Pockets, check.

The elastic stretchy part at the bottom, check.

Pink, check.

I was thrilled.

"Grab two," Michael said.

I saw another large pair, and I grabbed them.

"What else?" Michael asked.

"Either a hoodie or a sweatshirt."

He turned and headed towards the back.

I followed him.

I could see jackets.

"Pink too?" Michael asked.

He stopped in front of a stack of pink hoodies.

Six shelves lined the walls.

Each colored stack layered over its matching size up or size down.

Just looking at the wall reminded me of a rainbow.

"Unfortunately," I said.

"Pink isn't that bad," he said.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Says the guy who never strays too far from the color black."

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Just because I prefer black on me doesn't mean I don't like other colors."

I guess I never really thought about that.

Some people did look better in certain colors.

Black did look really good on him.

"Maybe you need a pink hoodie," I said.

He met my challenging gaze.

"You want to see me in pink?"

I nodded.

"Which one?" he asked.

He gestured to the different shades of pink.

I pointed to the lightest shade.

"Grab me a medium," he said.

The second from the top was a medium.

I handed him the hoodie.

"Come on," he said.

I made a face as I followed him.

He stopped in front of a short hallway.

There was a bathroom sign right next to it.

"Bathroom?" I asked.

"Dressing room," he said.

I glanced to the other side, and there was a sign for the changing room too.

Michael turned and headed into the dressing room.

"Ren?"

Was I supposed to follow him?

The way he was looking at me said precisely that.

My feet moved even when my brain couldn't think about it.

I followed him into the last small booth.

There wasn't a lot of room in here to do much.

There was barely standing room for more than two people, and a small bench to set your stuff down.

"Unzip me," Michael said.

My head snapped in his direction.

"What?"

My mouth went dry.

"My hoodie," he said.

"Oh," I said awkwardly.

He chuckled, "What did you think I meant?"

I glanced up at him as I moved forward.

"I wasn't sure," I admitted.

He just made me think dirty things.

I think that was secretly his intention sometimes too.

Either that, or he didn't subconsciously.

My hand went to the zipper of the black hoodie before tugging it down.

He must still be having trouble with his arm.

It was still in the sling, inside of the fabric.

I watched him take it off one-handed.

"How is your arm doing?" I asked.

"Still shitty," he said, "Help me put the pink one on."

I awkwardly fumbled with the pink fabric until I found the hole for his head.

His head popped through, and he was able to put it on the rest of the way by himself.

He looked good in anything.

"So?" he asked.

"It's not pink enough," I stated.

He smirked, "Then go grab another one."

I nodded.

I walked out of the room to find a darker shade of pink.

There were four different pinks.

One was so pale that it was more of a baby pink.

That was the one I had him try on.

Then the next one was rose pink.

The shade darker of that was more of a hot pink color.

The last one I'd classify as more of a magenta.

I grabbed the rose pink one in his size.

I actually kind of liked this shade of pink.

I'm sure it would look good on Michael too.

Maybe seeing it on him might make me hate pink a little less.

I made my way back into the dressing room.

He stood there waiting for me.

He managed to get the other pink hoodie off without my help.

"What?" he asked, "No hot pink?"

I shook my head.

I helped him get his head through and watched as he pulled his good arm through.

Damn it.

He grinned at me.

My stomach dipped.

"You like this one better?"

I only nodded.

"Alright," he said, "This one it is."

He held out his good hand.

I was confused.

"Pull the sleeve," he said.

I felt stupid.

I pulled on the pink fabric so that he could get his arm out of the sleeve.

He moved the hoodie carefully over his bad arm.

I helped him pull it off the rest of the way.

"Medium is little too snug with my arm the way it is," he said, "Can you grab me a large one?"

I nodded.

"Grab one for you too," he said, "They don't like it when you try anything on out in the open."

"Okay."

I took the two hoodies we weren't getting, and I put them back where I got them from.

I tried to fold them as similarly as the others, but I failed.

My gaze locked on the rose-pink hoodie, and I frowned.

If Michael needed a large, then I would need a bigger one than that.

I wasn't too thrilled about that.

I grabbed two rose-pink hoodies.

One large and one extra-large.

I made my way back into the fitting room, and Michael was sitting on the small bench in the room.

I placed his hoodie and the sweatpants I grabbed next to him.

"Are you going to try it on first?" he asked me.

It was a hoodie.

Did I really need to?

His eyes were locked on me.

I had this strange sensation in my belly.

Maybe even a little lower.

"Should I?" I asked.

He didn't answer. He only stared.

My body moved on its own.

I pulled the light gray sweatshirt I was wearing over my head.

The black long-sleeve shirt tried to leave with it.

I felt Michael's hand tugging the black fabric down.

He laughed as I tried not to make a fool out of myself.

I already failed.

Once I was free of the sweatshirt, I stared at Michael.

My skin tingled where I felt his hand.

I moved forward until I was right in front of him.

He had to crane his neck to look up at me.

My hands held his face as I pressed my lips to his.

He always seemed like he wasn't sure if he should kiss me back at first.

His right hand went around my hip and pulled me closer.

I felt his lips move, and I couldn't help but gently run my thumb over his chin.

I pressed a little harder, remembering the other night.

He moaned into my mouth.

His fingers dug into my hip, and I couldn't help the sound that escaped me.

"Ren," Michael said, "We don't have time for this."

"Why not?" I asked, "This is the last of what I need."

"It is?" he asked.

"It is."

He let out a strained noise.

"It's not a good idea," he said.

"Do you not want me to kiss you?" I asked.

"It's not that," he said.

He was making a face.

He looked like he felt guilty.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Why are you kissing me?" he asked, "Because you want to, or because of what I'm doing for you?"

I was a little thrown off by his question.

"I'm kissing you because I want to," I stated, "And am I not allowed to be thankful for the things you do for me?"

His expression changed.

I even felt his hand leave my side.

"Michael," I said seriously, "I'm not doing this so you'll do things for me."

He didn't look convinced.

"Can't I just enjoy the feel of you?" I asked quietly, "And enjoy the way you touch me?"

His expression was clearly torn.

"I'm not doing this hoping you'll buy me things," I stated, "I am thankful, yes. But, I made myself clear from the beginning, didn't I?"

I think he was thinking about it.

He nodded, "You did."

"So?" I asked, "You said that you would do it again."

His eyes locked with mine.

"Would you still?" I asked, "Now?"

"Ren," he breathed.

"Michael," I said back.

"We shouldn't."

I wasn't getting that vibe from him.

I moved a little closer, pressing my body to his.

"I'm tired of feeling so bad," I admitted, "I want to feel good."

He groaned.

"You have a curfew," he said.

I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the time.

"Nearly four hours," I said, "Think you can manage?"

He took in a deep breath.

"You sure this is all you need?" he asked.

I nodded.

He stood up, nearly knocking me back.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

Fuck.

My stomach was doing flips.

He actually said yes!

Keep calm.

I had to pull my sweatshirt back on before I could follow him out.

It felt like I was doing a lot of that today.

Following him.

I liked it.

He glanced back to make sure I was behind him before we reached the registers.

I set our stuff on the small counter so Michael could pay for it.

The man kept glancing from Michael to me.

His eyes were studying the old bruises on his face.

It didn't help that he still had a bandage on his chin.

Did he think I did that?

The cashier gave Michael his change, but he looked like he was trying to talk to him with just his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Michael asked.

The man nodded.

Michael made an awkward face.

"Can you get the bag?" Michael asked me.

I nodded before grabbing it.

I followed Michael to the car, making sure to put the stuff in the back seat.

He started the car, but we didn't move.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation in my answer.

"You're not still sore from the first time?" he asked.

My head slowly shook as I thought about it.

"I'm okay."

"Alright," he said.

He put the car in reverse, and he backed out of the spot we were in.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

He shifted into drive so that we could leave the parking lot.

"I don't know," he admitted.

Maybe he really wasn't up for this.

What if he was only going along with what I wanted?

"Are you up for this?" I asked.

"Probably not," he admitted, "But that doesn't mean I don't want to."

"Is it your shoulder?" I asked.

"Among other things," he stated.

"If you're not up for it," I said, "We don't have to."

Though, I would very much like to.

The light was red, so he had to stop.

He turned to look at me.

"I want to," he said, "It just won't be easy."

I nodded.

"I was worried that after," he hesitated, "That I might have hurt you."

"You didn't," I said.

"I did," he said, "It was too soon, and I was worried that I might have fucked up your first time."

"You didn't," I said.

The light turned green, so he pressed on the accelerator.

He was quiet.

"If it was that bad," I said, "I wouldn't have asked you to do it again."

He quickly glanced over at me.

I think he was trying to see the sincerity on my face.

"And honestly," I mumbled, "It felt a lot better than what I expected."

He groaned.

"You don't even know the half of it," he said, "There are so many things I could do to you."

My body trembled at his words.

"I'm broken right now," he said, "Just wait until I'm not."

I had to clear my throat.

It felt like all the saliva was pooling in my mouth.

"Are you saying…" I asked, "That there will be more times?"

I could see the motel now.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," he stated, "We'll have to come up with actual rules if this is what we're doing."

I nodded.

He pulled into the motel parking lot and parked.

Once the engine was off, he took in a deep breath.

"It's not too late to change your mind," I stated.

He glared at me.

I could only grin back.

"Believe me," he said, "I'm very much looking forward to fucking you."

His words hit me right in the vagina.

My legs pressed tightly together.

"I just wish I could do it the way I want to," he said.

"There is always next time," I stated.

"Yeah."

He pushed open his door, and I was quick to follow suit.

He locked the car once both of us were out and on our way up the stairs.

My body tingled as I thought about what was about to happen.

I noticed he stopped at the usual door this time.

It's funny. I minded almost as much as I didn't.

He unlocked the door and held it open for me.

"Does it bother you?" he asked.

I think I knew what he meant.

I shook my head.

"You know," I said, "If you had your own place, you wouldn't have to worry."

"I don't have to clean the sheets here," he stated.

"You are also limited on how much of your stuff can be here," I stated, "Don't you want a place to call your own?"

"I haven't really thought about it," he stated, "This is all I need."

I shrugged.

The door made a loud noise when it shut.

"We're short on time," Michael stated.

I nodded.

"Take your clothes off."

My body just moved.

I pulled both the sweatshirt and long-sleeve shirt off.

I stopped to help Michael take his hoodie off.

"Take your bra off," Michael said.

My hands went for my pants, ignoring his demands.

He let out a frustrated noise as he tried to take his shirt off one-handed.

I moved forward to help him.

He had his arm out of the sling, but he tried to keep in the same position.

"Hey," I said, slowly moving the shirt over his bad arm, "Take it slow."

He glanced down at me.

"It's just irritating," he said.

"I know," I said, "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't on purpose," he said, "I know that."

That doesn't mean it wasn't my fault.

I hurt him, and I regret it every time I see it. Every time I think about it.

The sling hung over his shoulder, even though his arm was out of it.

"Does the sling stay on during sex?" I asked.

He glared at me.

"What?" I asked, "It's a genuine question."

"It won't stay on," he said, "But I'll have to be careful with my arm."

I nodded.

Then I had an idea.

"What if I was on top?" I asked.

He took in a shaky breath.

"So, you lose your virginity, and now you want to take the lead?" he asked, "Do you even know what to do?"

I frowned.

"You can guide me," I said, "Can't you?"

"There will be another chance for you to ride me," he said, "Let's get you a little more used to me being inside of you first."

I shivered at his words.

I'll just do what I've done since I ran into him today.

I'll follow his lead.

"Okay," I said.

He nodded once he realized we were on the same page again.

I stepped forward so that I was right in front of him.

"I'm taking the sling off," I said.

I pulled the Velcro by his right shoulder open, and I was able to pull the sling off.

His arm stayed in the same position.

I tugged at his pants, and he looked startled.

"You said we didn't have a lot of time," I said.

Fuck, I was way too eager.

I was ready for this.

My brain kept reminding me how good it felt before.

The ache was back.

His right hand went to my waist to start pushing my jeans down.

He looked irritated after a minute of not being able to do it one-handed.

It didn't help that I was firmly planted in these bad boys.

I moved back a little, forcing the denim down my hips, to my calves, then to my ankles.

He let out a noise.

I'm never too sure what his grunts mean.

Was it a good thing, or was he frustrated?

Or was his frustration a good thing right now?

I met his gaze after stepping out of my pants. He was frowning.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Maybe I can try," he said, "To guide you."

Oh.

"Change your mind?" I asked.

"My arm isn't exactly making things easier," he sighed, "I can't even take your fucking pants off."

"Teamwork," I stated.

"Maybe I like being the one in charge," he stated.

I turned us around so that his back was towards the bed.

"That's fine," I said, "I like it when you take charge too."

"It wouldn't hurt to relinquish some control," he said.

"Maybe," I said, "Now, take your pants off."

He let out a low noise.

He forced his pants down, and before they even reached his ankles, I pushed him onto the bed.

"Fuck," he gasped, hitting the mattress,

For a split second, I was worried that I might have hurt him.

"I can only get so hard," he said.

I found myself grinning at that.

It sounded like a compliment.

He moved himself further onto the mattress.

He managed to wiggle his way up without using his left arm.

Seeing him in that position made me want to sit on top of him.

"I have an idea," I said, "If you'll let me try it."

His eyebrow raised at my words.

"Are you going to tell me?" he asked.

"I'd prefer to show you," I said.

I may not have watched much porn, but I have seen quite a few movies.

I know it wasn't the same thing.

Movies could still give a girl some ideas though.

"Should I be worried?" he asked.

I wasn't so sure about that one.

"I'm not sure yet," I admitted.

"Alright," he said.

I pushed my underwear down.

I felt his eyes on me the whole time.

It felt good to have his heated gaze on me.

It was almost like I could feel something on my skin.

My skin tingled where his eyes traveled.

It was easy to forget how self-conscious I was when I was with him.

I slowly got onto the mattress and crawled up to him.

He was leaning on his right elbow, waiting for me.

I pressed a soft kiss to his lips before bringing my attention to the part of him that was quite literally pointing at me.

"Condom first," he said.

"Not yet," I said.

This would be the first time I would make direct contact with his dick bare-handed.

I was a little nervous.

I moved back a little so that my body straddled his thighs.

"Ren?"

It felt weird as I stared at his dick.

It must be weird for him too. I tried not to.

I used my hand to lay it flat against his stomach.

He took in a sharp breath.

I noticed the color of it was a little pinker than the rest of him.

My gaze traveled up, and I pressed him down a little harder.

He let out a groan.

"Was your plan to play with it?" he asked.

"No," I said simply.

I wanted to try rubbing myself against him.

Though, I wasn't sure how I got distracted.

My gaze locked on the pink metal at his belly button.

"Oh," I said, "I already forgot about this."

"It's still in that annoying while trying to heal process," he said.

His dick was just under his belly piercing.

It was so close it almost touched it.

I moved my hips forward so that I was straddling his waist now.

"Ren," he said in a warning tone, "Grab a condom."

"Not yet," I said.

I moved my hips forward until I felt his hardness against me.

His left hand tightened into a fist.

"Fuck," he breathed.

Michael:

I think I realized what she was trying to do.

Fuck.

I felt myself throb as she moved her hips forward on my dick.

"Fuck," I nearly gasped.

She seemed a little unsure of what to do from here.

I did say that I would lead her, right?

"You have to open up a little," I said.

She glanced at me before looking down again.

"Use your hand," I said, "Open your lips."

I could feel her tremble on top of me.

I let out a satisfied noise.

Despite me being fucking broken, I was eager to please her too.

I wanted to open her up myself.

I wanted to slowly press in and show her what true pleasure felt like.

She likes pain.

I could make it hurt in all the right places.

Her hand dropped, and I watched as she used her middle and index finger to open her pussy lips.

As she opened herself up, she pressed herself down.

Fuck.

She's warm.

She's fucking soaking wet again.

I raised my hips a bit, and she gasped.

"Just because you wanted to be on top doesn't mean you're the only one that gets to move."

"I'm alright with that," she said.

She sounded out of breath.

My gaze dropped to where she sat on my dick.

Her birthmark looked good there too.

I wanted to trace every inch of it.

I laid flat on my back so I could grip her hip with my right hand.

This wasn't exactly ideal, but I would make do.

I could pull her forward and feel her wetness glide over me.

She moved her hips back.

It felt good.

It felt good, but she only moved so much.

I pulled her forward, but she tried to move back.

"No," I said, "Move until you almost cover the head, then move back."

Her eyes went down as she ground her pelvis forward.

I moaned, feeling the head of my dick hit the metal in my belly button.

It's not exactly sanitary.

It's going to fucking hurt later.

"Just like that," I told her.

She moved her hips back.

"Try moving just a little faster," I said.

She nodded.

Her hips ground hard forward, but she raised herself up a little when she moved back.

I couldn't help but moan.

Her movements were clumsy at first, but she figured out how fast to move her hips.

Once she moved too far forward, and I felt her clit on the head of my dick.

I wanted to slam her on the bed and take the lead.

My arm was killing me.

I could feel my orgasm building up.

I moved my hips with hers.

She moaned loudly, and I almost couldn't take it.

I was about to come.

I glared down at my dick.

It was aimed right at me.

The last thing I wanted to do was shoot myself in the face.

My right hand was busy, and besides that, I had a plan.

I forced my left hand lower. I held it over my dick.

Every time Ren moved forward, I could feel her pubic hair.

It felt good.

I could feel it. I was about to…

I gasped, feeling my seed shoot at my hand.

Ren didn't stop moving. She only slowed down.

Once she sufficiently rode my orgasm out, I forced her hips to stop.

My body moved quickly.

I sat up, forcing her to back up a little bit.

I wiped my left hand off on the mattress, ignoring the strain.

"Michael?"

My right hand pulled her forward so I could kiss her.

She got to her knees and cupped my face in her hands.

Fuck it.

My left arm could heal later.

I found her knee first, then made my way between her legs.

I tried to match the hunger in her kisses, but I was a little distracted.

She gasped into my mouth once I pressed two fingers inside of her.

"I didn't forget about you," I said.

I pressed in almost to my knuckle.

She whined, and I couldn't stop myself.

My fingers fucked her.

She whimpered.

I could hear my palm smacking into her wet pussy.

Her hands locked around my shoulders while she came undone.

I didn't stop my hand until she came.

She dropped back so that she was sitting between my legs.

Her legs trembled as she tried to keep them shut.

Her face was flush, but I could see the post-orgasm on her face.

She was trying to calm herself down.

"Ren," I whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open to meet my gaze.

"Get a condom."

She nodded her head as she tried to process my words.

After a few seconds, I think it sunk in.

She scrambled off of the bed and went to the stand next to the bed.

She pulled open the drawer and made a face.

There were more condoms in there than I should be proud of.

It was better to be safe than sorry.

"Uh," she made a face, "Which one?"

"Surprise me," I said.

She looked anxious as she stared into the drawer.

I absolutely had some with bumps.

Some had hot lube.

I had some I hadn't ever tried before.

"Grab the light blue one," I said.

I could see her eyes searching for one.

"The wrapper is light blue," I said, "Not the condom inside of it."

She nodded.

She reached into the drawer, and she pulled one out.

I saw the small victorious smile on her face.

Despite the pain, I held my left hand out for her to give it to me.

She didn't hesitate to give it to me.

"Is your arm alright?"

I shook my head, "I'll let it heal later."

She frowned.

"Back to where you were," I said, gesturing in front of me.

She moved until she was right in front of me again.

"Do you still want to ride me?" I asked her.

I managed to roll the condom on while she decided.

"I do," she said, "But I don't know if I'll be any good at it."

I remember what she said about me not being able to take her pants off.

"Teamwork."

She grinned at me.

My heart thudded painfully.

I laid back on the bed, and I called her over.

Her eyes went to my dick, and it always made her make a face.

It was a little funny.

It was a cross between awe and confusion.

I wanted to watch her put me inside.

"Are you going to take your bra off this time?" I asked.

She glared at me.

I wanted to watch her tits bounce.

I wanted to stare at her birthmark.

"You really want it off?" she asked.

"I do," I said.

I watched her swallow hard before her hands went to the clasp on her back.

I stared with anticipation.

The straps fell down her shoulders before she removed the bra completely.

My back arched awkwardly as I stared.

I wanted to be inside of her now.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Are you?" I asked.

Her gaze went back to my very erect dick.

"Come here," I said.

Her eyes went to me, and she crawled until I could feel her warm core where I wanted it.

My eyes stared down where she hovered over me.

"Put it in," I breathed.

"So much for wanting to be in control," she teased.

Little did she know.

"Ren," I said.

Her eyes were on me, expectantly.

"Take me in your hand," I said, "And guide me inside."

The look on her face made her look needy.

She looked horny and innocent.

I wanted to drill into her.

I wanted her to know my shape.

I felt her hand grab my dick.

My gaze down to her hand.

She lined me up until I could feel her warmth.

Just the tip pressed in.

"Put your weight down," I said.

Her head shook.

"Why not?" I asked.

"What if I'm too heavy?"

She wasn't.

That was the least of my worries.

"I want you heavy," I said, "You'll feel more."

I felt her legs tremble.

"It doesn't work that way," she said, "Does it?"

I moved my hips forward, and she gasped.

"You're not too heavy, Ren," I stated, "I've already proved I can hold you."

She nodded.

"Come on," I said, "You don't need to be self-conscious about your weight. You're beautiful."

She glanced to the side.

I opened my mouth to say something else, but I felt her take more of me in.

She whimpered.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

She shut her eyes tightly before she dropped a little more.

"All at once," she said.

My hips thrust up with as much force as I could muster.

She cried out.

Fuck.

It felt good inside of her.

I could feel her trembling around me.

"Ren?"

Her hands went to my chest.

I think she was trying to get her bearings.

"Do what you did before," I said, "Move your hips forward, then back."

She kept her eyes down as she tried to move.

I don't know if I could lie still for this.

"Ren."

"I don't know how to move," she gasped, "I feel so full."

I couldn't suppress the groan.

"Try to stay still then," I said, "Just raise your hips a little."

She managed to lift her hips a little, but her trembling made it obvious it wasn't easy.

My hips pistoned up.

Her breasts bounced just as amazing as I thought they would.

I wasn't gentle.

Each thrust was me using strength I didn't know I had.

She squeaked each time I was sheathed inside her.

When I would still myself, she would moan.

Fucking hell.

I had to force myself to a sitting position.

I was still using my fucking shoulder when I moved.

This was different than the first time.

"Fuck," I groaned.

I couldn't move right.

This was fucking frustrating.

"Hold on," I had to stop.

She looked worried.

"I need to change positions," I admitted.

She nodded.

She didn't like having to get off of me though, it was obvious.

I didn't like it either.

"On the bed," I said.

She sat next to me on the bed.

I got to my knees and moved so that I was in front of her.

As long as I didn't lean too far forward, I would be fine.

She stared up at me.

"My turn," I said.

Her legs were already open and waiting for me.

I leaned forward a little to guide myself.

She laid flat on her back, ready for me to claim her.

A strange sensation washed over me.

I stared down at her, and I felt guilty.

I know she wanted this too.

I know we both wanted this.

I just couldn't shake this awful feeling.

My head was a mess.

The last few days were not the best.

I just wanted to find comfort in her.

She willingly gave it.

"Ren," I said softly, "You feel good."

Her back arched before she let out a slight noise.

My head and my body were not on the same page.

I knew I wanted to treat her well, make her feel all of the good things she hasn't before.

My hips just went harder and harder.

The crude noises in the room only added to the heat.

I enjoyed her little mewls each time I harshly pressed into her.

Only this time, I managed to reach my orgasm seconds before she did.

Her body relentlessly pulsed around me.

It nearly made me whimper.

I didn't want to pull out of her.

A loud noise pulled me from my post-orgasm fog.

"Oh fuck," Red gasped, "What time is it?"

Fuck.