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  I try to pull away for a minute to make this last a little longer, but Ell pulls me back to him. When did I start calling him Ell? Damn head of mine, shut the heck down already.

  Fuck, my head, my hands, my god-damned head mostly, they’re all running at random right now, and I’m losing control. Not like I had much control in the first place, but I’m trying my best, really, I am.

  I finally convince myself to free one hand from his ass, and bring it between us. Catching my cock first, I finger out for his and pull it into my grip, cupping both our dicks together.

  Elliott’s tongue plunges deeper into my mouth, which I love. I begin to stroke us up and down.

  “Oh shit! Hunter,” he groans.

  This time, I’m there to catch his moan, and feel it trickle over my tongue and vibrate down my throat. I shove back into his mouth, hard, to feel every ripple of it.

  “Fuck me, oh God.” That’s all I can muster up to say, as I stroke us harder. “Come for me baby.”

  “I’m about to lose it right now,” Ell purrs.

  “Me too, let’s do it together.”

  With no words left to be said, we both nod and our bodies crash and collide. Legs entwining, cocks still held in place as we expel at the same time.

  “Oh, fuck Hun-terrrrr!” Ell groans out and I spurt again just hearing him scream my name.

  Oh, dear Mother of Mary, that was even better than the image I’d drawn up in my sexual thoughts, and not only did he yell my name, he stuttered too as the words hitched in his throat.

  “Oh God, yes, Ell, fuck yeah!”

  We quake and quiver, breaking our mouth grip, but stay face to face panting into each other’s mouths, letting out silent roars of triumph, eyes fluttering, but glued together, as the last bit ripples out of us.

  Once the initial moment is over, neither of us let go of the other. Our mouths still pressed together, but this takes a moment. The heavy breathing is the dead give-away, and then he smiles at me.

  I could stay here forever. Such peace, not that I know what that even means, but it’s what I picture it to be. Wanting to stay put, instead of running away.

  Me, totally captivated, captured, and confused. But I don’t want to lose this.

  Chapter Six

  Elliott

  Where in the hell did I get that prissy, little take charge, bitch attitude from? That’s so not like me, I’m actually quite the opposite. Yet every time I’m around Hunter I turn into a fucking queen. But the way he freaked when I told him I was a virgin sent me into fight or flight mode and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him or his ‘my shit don’t stink’ attitude get the best of me. Tell me I can come and go as I please, it’s like ‘no fucking shit I can’, but right now, all I want to do is lose my virginity to this cocky man. Why him? I honestly don’t know, but twenty-three years of waiting can make a guy do crazy shit.

  I know he wants me, it’s written all over his smug face. I see him grin when he thinks I’m looking the other direction. There’s a reason our paths keep crossing, call it karma, call it kismet, hell, call it whatever the fuck you want, but I know damn good and well there’s a reason for it. But last night, I saw a glimpse of his gentle side— the side that calls me to him when I shivered while he was undressing me.

  As I lay here watching him sleep, I see so much more in him than he does. I see the gentler, need to be loved side that he desperately tries to hide behind his tattooed bad boy façade. But what makes him tick? Baggage he claims, fuck dude, we all have baggage. Try getting past a homophobic father who damn near beats you to death when he finds out you’re gay. Talk about baggage, I never let anyone in after that. Fuck, it’d been years before I even tried to so much as kiss anyone after that. Hook-ups were my chosen vice in college, but I never let anyone in. And lo and behold what happens the first time I do? I get my dick sucked by the most amazing man I’ve ever met. The same man laying here beside me sleeping. The same man who’s quickly winning my heart.

  I was so nervous last night when he undressed me, so afraid he’d reject me in my vulnerable state of nakedness. My body still bears the physical scars from my father’s abuse which I thought would turn him off. But he looked right past them as though they didn’t exist. And when he called me baby, I lost it. A term of endearment from a self-proclaimed bad boy. That alone shows the depths of his humanity. I know the real Hunter’s in there, now all I need to do is prove to him that I won’t hurt him because clearly, something in his past has seriously fucked him up.

  No longer able to keep my hands to myself, I trace my fingertips along his jawline. His eyes flutter open. “Good morning, handsome,” I kiss him on the cheek.

  “Morning,” he grunts.

  “Hey, I have an idea.”

  “Oh yeah, what’s that?” Hunter says, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he rolls onto his back.

  “Let’s grab some breakfast then head over to my house and veg out playing video games.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Dude, I told you it’s been years since I’ve played them. You’re going to stomp all over me. Besides, I have a different kind of breakfast in mind.” Winking, he grinds his erection against my thigh.

  Oh, God man, what he does to me. It’s like our dicks have mutual sonar because he barely touches me, and I spring up like a soldier saluting his commanding officer. “Ugh, you’re killing me, Hunter,” I groan.

  “Fuck, if this is death then I’m all for it,” he says, taking both our dicks in his hand.

  My hips have a mind of their own as they start moving, grinding our cocks together. He leans over, biting my bottom lip before sliding his tongue in my mouth.

  “Mmm,” I moan as our tongues lock in a fierce battle. Breaking away, he guides me flat on my back still jacking us together. “Ugh, gonna come,” I tell him.

  “Not until I tell you to,” Hunter informs me, releasing his grip while his lips nip at my collar bone.

  “You’re fucking killing me.”

  “I’ve only just begun.” His smirk tells me all I need to know as he kisses his way down, sucking each nipple, forcing the nubs into erect peaks. Bypassing my cock, he heads south, spreading my legs apart while nipping the inside of my thigh.

  Having never had this done before, my interest is piqued. I lean up on both elbows to watch this glorious masterpiece unfurl. His tongue peeks out, outlining my hole before diving in. My breath catches and I gasp. He looks up, intently watching me as his tongue breaches my hole.

  “Oh fuck,” is all I can say. Words have escaped me and this bold intrusion overtakes me. My fuck, I’ve never felt anything so fucking fabulous in all my life. What have I been missing?

  He dives deeper, tongue fucking me, and I melt, like butter on a hot summer day. I’m a puddle of human mush, a slave to his magical tongue sliding in and out of me. I start stroking myself in tune with his tongue lashing, only to have my hand slapped away and replaced by his. At this point, I don’t give a damn whose hand is on my dick, as long as someone’s is. He looks at me, sucking on two fingers before sliding one inside. It takes my breath away.

  “Oh baby, you’re so damn tight,” Hunter says, sliding his finger in and out a few more times before a second follows suit. He crooks them, locating that sweetly swollen spot and I damn near come as my vision is skewed by the stars I’m seeing.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna…come…” are the most coherent words I ramble.

  “Fuck, Ell. I can’t wait to be inside your tight ass,” he moans.

  “Shut up and fuck me already then,” I yell at him.

  “No baby, not like this. Go ahead, come for me.”

  And that’s all it takes. I scream, “Hunter,” as my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks, coating my chest and hitting my chin in the process. When I’m finally done, he lays beside me taking his dick in hand. His eyes never leave mine as he crosses the finish line, jacking himself to completion on my chest, mixing our releases.

  “Holy shit,” I mumble. “That was hot as fuck.�
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  “I take it you’ve never been finger fucked, let alone rimmed?” he asks, plopping down beside me.

  My face flushes. “Um, I’ve really not done much outside of a couple blow jobs and mutual hand jobs.”

  “Why is that?” he asks.

  “Let’s save the depressing shit for another day. I don’t want to ruin what we just shared.” I lean over, kissing his swollen lips when my stomach grumbles. “Come on, let’s shower, re-fuel and then head to my house for mindless video gaming.”

  Reluctantly, he agrees. We shower together before going to the diner for breakfast. I opt to drive us since it looks like it might rain. Once we’re seated, I shoot Granny a quick text letting her know I’m bringing a friend over. She tells me she’s going to lunch with her red hat club and wouldn’t be home until later.

  “So,” Hunter says.

  “So?”

  “How exactly does one go through college and come out a virgin?” he asks, taking a swig of his water.

  “Well, it’s like this.” I take a drink before dispelling the horrific events from my past. “I messed around a bit, but never anything worth pursuing as a relationship. The one time I thought it might work out, I was shot down in flames.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, when I was thirteen my dad caught me kissing my boyfriend. He flipped out and beat me unconscious. When he left for the bar, Mom loaded me up in the car and took me to the ER, feeding them a line of bullshit about kids being kids. My dad came there the next day to tell me what a disappointment I was. My grandmother told him if he ever came near me again she’d beat him to death with her cane. At that point, my mother moved me into my grandmother’s house and after that, the thought of having a relationship kinda fell to the way side.” Looking down I see I’ve shredded my napkin while sharing the most traumatic experience of my life.

  “Whoa.”

  “Yup, whoa. The physical wounds have healed for the most part, but some were deep and left scars. So, you’re literally the first person I’ve ever been one hundred percent naked in front of.” At that moment, it occurs to me how absolutely embarrassing it is to admit that out-loud.

  The waitress chooses that moment to deliver our food for which I more than appreciate. To this day, the emotional wounds my father’s beating left still fester inside me. My grandmother took me to a therapist for many years after, and even though it’s helped me get through the day to day shit, occasionally some nights I wake drenched in sweat after begging my father to stop in the nightmares that will forever haunt me.

  Hunter’s silence is eating me alive and I fear my story may have pushed him away.

  “Um, I totally understand if you want me to take you home after we eat,” I tell him, swirling my French toast around in the syrup on my plate.

  “I thought you wanted to kick my ass at video games?”

  “Oh, I ah. I kinda figured after I spilled my guts that you may not want to hang with me anymore.” This is killing me, but I want to give him an easy out if he needs one.

  “Because your father is an asshat, you think I don’t want to hang with you?”

  Facing my plate, I nod in defeat.

  “Elliott?” He reaches across the table and raises my head to look him in the eyes. “Just for the record, I already told you I was booted out when my dad found out about me. He would’ve kicked my ass if he thought he could, but he knew he couldn’t, nor would I let him ever have that upper hand on me. Tossing me to the curb was the next best route, so I took it and ended up raising myself. I didn’t have anyone to turn to, so I’m grateful you have your Granny. Now, come on, dude, let’s play some much needed, mindless video games.” He grabs the check and heads to the register.

  He does get it, to a point, and that’s the first human like thing he’s done without trying to be Billy badass. To top it off, he still wants me, after all that, he still wants me. At the risk of losing my proverbial man card, I all but skip to the car after thanking him for breakfast. He laughs and holds the door open for me.

  We stop at the electronics store on the way to my house so I can buy another headset. Being the loner that I am, I always play solo, so I only have one headset and playing Halo requires us both to have one so we can communicate with other online gamers.

  When we get to my house, Granny’s car is still gone, but I have a separate entrance to the basement, so that doesn’t really matter.

  Once inside, Hunter takes it all in, looking around, and tells me it’s a cool set up I have, which makes me smile. I was afraid he’d think I’m another loser living in his grandmother’s basement with nothing more than a bed and dresser. This is much different. It has a bedroom separate from the living area, a full bathroom, and a kitchenette with refrigerator. I keep it stocked with soda and munchies, but eat dinner every night upstairs with Granny. My Granny is my rock and I need my daily dose of her to survive. She’s cool as fuck and I can literally talk to her about anything.

  After a couple of games, Hunter gets the hang of it and we’re ramping up the annihilation of our online foes. We pass a few high-fives back and forth before switching to offline mode and playing against each other. Around four o’clock, I hear Granny come in, so I take Hunter upstairs to meet her. They seem to hit it off and she even tells him to call her ‘Granny’. One of the great things about Granny is she never judges a book by its cover as she looks right past Hunter’s gruff exterior.

  Since she had a late lunch date with her friends, she informs us we’re on our own for dinner which is more than fine with us. We order a pizza, then decide to have a LOTR film fest. I’m surprised that Hunter hasn’t seen them before. Halfway through the second one, he lays across the couch placing his head in my lap. I love this, it tells me he’s getting comfortable with me, giving me hope for us. Fuck, I hope there is an ‘us’.

  We’re beat by the time the last movie is over and it’s already two a.m. so I tell Hunter he can crash here. He opts for the couch, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting his hot ass sleep there.

  After stripping down to our boxers, we crawl into bed together. I curl up against him and the last thing I remember is him wrapping his arms around me and kissing me goodnight. It surprises me how quickly I’m falling for this man.

  I wake the next morning to the sound of a car door shutting and know Granny is heading to church. She never misses a Sunday, not even when my grandfather was ill. Waking next to Hunter spurs my morning wood to rise, but I need to piss so badly that I can’t wait for it to subside. Not wanting to baptize myself in urine, I sit and tuck it down as best I can so I don’t hose down the bathroom, but that fucker just won’t calm down. It’s like having Hunter anywhere near its vicinity means the damn thing will stand erect until repeatedly sated.

  After crawling back in bed, I drift off for a bit until I’m awoken by his situation prodding at my back door. He grabs my ass, massaging my cheeks before sliding his cock against my hole.

  “Elliott, what have you done to me?” he whispers, kissing my shoulder.

  “Hunter?” I ask.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  Hehe, babe. One date, two nights together and I’m babe. “Fuck me,” I beg him.

  “What?” He freezes mid stride.

  “Fuck me like you mean it. I want you to brand me, ride me hard while telling me my ass belongs to you and only you. Make me yours.”

  Chapter Seven

  Hunter

  Have you ever had one of those moments where you want to skid across the floor in your undies and socks, like in a Tom Cruise movie? Well, I don’t normally have them, but this was one time where I could do that. Elliott just asked me if I’d take his virginity, claim it, brand him, and make him mine, and if I thought I wouldn’t look like a fool, I’d be up dancing all over his bed.

  Instead, I choose to wrap my arms around Ell and draw him in closer, peppering his forehead with kisses and fold my hands around his soft, sweet body. My God, how can someone in their right mind trust me with suc
h a huge task like this? I don’t doubt that he wants it, but I can’t wham-bam him like that. I have too much respect for him to just jump in it like this. He needs to feel special, like he is to me. I need to ease into it somehow, and I’m not sure if I’m the one who should be trusted with such an honor.

  Ell’s flat on his back, dick hard, which I absolutely love, so I lean up on one side, a hand under my head to prop up, and the other caressing his hard cock, before stroking him. I lick across my lips, staring into his eyes.

  With each stroke, his eyes innocently flutter closed, then stir back open again. I lean in and kiss him, teasing my tongue across that pouty, swollen bottom lip, then draw it into my mouth. The way he goes completely goes still stirs me up inside. He freezes, letting out little moans and groans, and by fuck he awakens my inner beast when he does that, but it also reaches a sensitive side in me I never knew I had. I want to devour him both ways.

  “You’re so tempting, Elliott, and it messes my head up not knowing what to do with you.” I grin at him.

  “I already told you what I want you to do to me, and that took a lot of guts to blurt it out like that.” His hand reaches for my bristly chin and cheek as he cups it in his palm.

  I remove my hand from his dick, and reach for his face. He turns on his side, and like fucking magnets, our dicks immediately seek out each other, gliding ever so slightly against one another. Teasing, as we rub and brush against each other.

  I pucker against his mouth, and he nibbles my bottom lip, tugging it out. I reach behind him, feeling a rough scar, maybe an old welt, across his back. He breaks out in chills and tries to pull away from my touch. I hold him tight in my arms, and caress it with my thumb.

  “From your dad?” I look him straight in the eyes.

  “Um, ya.” He buries his face in my chest, and I spread my hand across it, feeling the deep gash, he must’ve had at the time, and it makes me want to comfort him even more.