A Heart for Rebel (5 page)

"What exactly
do you want me to do?" I whispered.

"Spread those
long ass legs of yours," he said.

"Why would I
do that?" I asked.

"So I can
feast on you glistening pussy."

Oh my. My temperature
sky rocketed and my juices flowed. I hesitated for about a minute. He seemed to
be enjoying my discomfort, but I'm not your typical girl. I never back down
from a challenge. I inch forward toward one of the corners of the island. I drug
the plate with me. I bend one knee up on the counter and spread eagle for him.
I'm pretty sure he can see how wet I am. He inched towards me. He licked his
lips. His eyes gleamed with a predatory look. He grabbed my leg and slid me
forward, "I want you Rebel. I want all of you."

Breathing at this
point has become difficult. At the first swipe of his tongue I moaned. My skin erupted
in goose bumps. My stomach fluttered and my leg jerked. The friction of his
piercing on my clit feels incredible. It’s round and smooth. The cool metal
feel of it on my clit is amazing.

He works two
fingers into my sheath. This guy doesn't waste time. Usually a guy will insert
one finger first before finding the courage to insert a second one. He adds
pressure to his tongue as he flicked it against my clit. His fingers work in
tandem with the friction and movement of his tongue. I'm squirming, moaning and
groaning like an out of control banshee on steroids. The pressure is quickly
building in me. I clenched my vaginal muscles and he picked up his pace. He used
the flat of his tongue to bring me over the edge. I screamed my release, "Oh
fuck yes! Fuck Wyatt ...your tongue...incredible."

"Hell yeah
that was incredible. You taste incredible. Tangy with a hint of honey," he
groaned. He unbuckled his pants and slipped them off along with his trunks. He pulled
off his shirt and I got my first full frontal view of him. He is not muscular. He's
lean and toned. His abs are clearly defined. My mouth waters at the succulent
vision before me. He has a chest to sleeve tat. I lick my lips as my eyes trail
down his pectoral muscle. It has a giant fierce sun god tattoo that blossomed out
to hieroglyphic depictions and black swirls that makes his honey colored chest
and arm erotically delicious. I want to lick and swirl my tongue around it. His
nipples are also pierced. I looked forward to manipulating them with my teeth
and tongue.

"Shit, I don't
have any condoms," he groaned. I'm on the pill, but I'm not about to have
unprotected sex with him. Who knows how many lovers he had and I wasn't about to
sleep with any one of them.

"I have condoms
in my purse," I panted. He gives me a salacious smile and walks towards my
purse. I can't help myself. I ogled his bare ass. It's rump-a-licious. He headed
back and I licked my lips anticipating how good he will feel thrusting inside
me. He grabbed my legs pulling me forward until we are chest to tits close. He ripped
the condom wrapper with his teeth. The sound of the ripping wrapper is subtle
and it heightens the anticipation of finally having him inside me. I know it
will be magical. He bites my lower lip and stroked my clit with his cock. The
friction drives me mad with want. I moaned and inched closer to his cock. I try
to increase the friction of his cock on my clit, but he holds me down with a
hand on my legs. He grabbed hold of the tip of his cock and teased the entrance
of my sheath. A series of goose bumps trail down from my arms to my toes. He looked
deeply into my eyes and thrusts into me. I grabbed onto his neck as he slowly
withdraws from me and thrusts back into me. I pulled back and grabbed my tits. Pinching
and pulling my nipples. Wyatt picked up the pace. Pumping and thrusting into
me. He hits my g-spot causing a domino effect in me. I come crashing down screaming,
"Shit that cock feels so amazing. Fuck me harder."

I clenched and
released my orgasm. Wyatt kept up the fast hard pace and within seconds of my
release he came.

"Jesus, Rebel.
You're quite the dirty kinky girl."

I point a finger
towards my chest and say in my most seductive voice, "Who? Me? Kinky? That
would be a most definite affirmative." Wyatt threw his head back and
laughed. He brushed my hair back and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"Rebel, you
amaze me, not because of your looks, or because of the sex. You amaze me
because everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me."

Fuckity, fuck. This
guy was gonna make me fall hard and fast for him. No one has ever uttered sweet
words like that to me. I was feeling things for this guy that I had no right to
feel. I have nothing to offer him. I don't even know who I am. Wyatt's put
together nicely. He knows who he is, where he's going and want he wants.

I look into his
eyes and quietly say, "Please Wyatt don't say sweet things like that to
me. You're this great and amazing guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Please
don't make me fall for you when I have absolutely nothing to offer you."

"Rebel, don't
sell yourself short. You are vibrant, funny, and so beautiful. You may think
you have nothing to offer, but you're wrong. You have something to offer me.
You Rebel. Just you," he whispered. His words travel to the deepest recess
of my heart. I leaned forward and kissed him with everything I have. And
everything I am. I hope he understands the unspoken words my kiss is trying to
convey.

"God Rebel,
when you kiss me like that, without uttering a single word, you speak to my
soul. Don't ask me to give you up just when I've found you,” he whispered.

How do you explain
an invisible pull? One that is so strong you have no choice or the will to stop
it. Truth be told I really didn't want to fight it. In fact I want to help it
pull me whether it be screaming or kicking towards Wyatt. I don't want to give
him up. I knew I wouldn't be able to do just one night with him. I wanted him
from the minute I saw him on the train. The want grew stronger when I walked
through his shop. The desire to be his grew with every passing minute I was in
his presence. I just hope to god he doesn't destroy me.

M
Y EYES FLUTTERED open. I felt a hard hot body behind
me and I panicked at first, but then I remembered last night. Wyatt happened
last night. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. I had the best night of
my life. I received not one, but four lose-your-mind-that your toes
curl-your-eyes-roll-back orgasms. Wyatt is without a doubt the best and I mean
the best I've ever had, but he wasn't for me. How did I know this? Girls like
me don't get the happily ever after’s. My life isn't a fairy tale. I don't have
a grandiose idea of a hot guy, whose bad ass and sweet coming to sweep me off
my feet. There is no us riding off into the sunset living happily ever after.
No, my life is real. It's ugly. It's brutal, but it’s real. It's my real. I
quickly and quietly roll off the bed. I grabbed my clothes off the floor. I
looked at him one last time. He's sleeping so peacefully. I drank up the sight
of him. I memorized every feature of his beautiful chiseled face. My eyes
continued to trail down his exposed body. He is really a living work of art. His
body is a wonder land and I enjoyed every inch of his body. I turned to leave
before I gave in to my need or rather my wish to stay. I sprinted down the
stairs on my tippy toes. I dressed quickly in his living room. I looked in my
purse for pen and paper. What I found was a receipt and a black eyeliner. I
will have to make do with what I found. I left him a thank you note. Who
fucking does that shit? I do. Deep down inside I wanted to leave a lasting
impression. A connection if you will.

Wyatt,

Thank you for a
wonderful night. I wish you the best. (Scratch that)

Take care

Reby

P.S. Sorry for
using a receipt and eyeliner to write this. It's all I had.

I placed the note
on his kitchen counter. The counter where he did decadent, sinful things to my
body. A shiver ran through me and in me. It was time I left. I have to be
strong. No looking back. I quietly opened the door and walked out. I ran out
the building. I ran until my lungs burned. I found the train station and got on
the train that would take me home.

On my train ride
home I think of Wyatt. For the life of me I can't understand why I went home
with him. Why I had sex with him only having just met him. I'm not promiscuous.
I have a five date rule before I decide if I want to put out. I don't do
relationships. I've slept with a total of three guys before Wyatt. Does that
make me a slut? Am I heading down the same path as my mother? God, I hope not. The
train comes to a halt at my destination. I get off the train and exit. I walk
the few blocks from the train station home. I let myself in and head straight
into the bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and turn the shower on. Once it's
nice and hot I climb in. I reach for my apple scented body wash and lather up. I
wash my hair with my vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner in one. I shut off
the water once I completely washed off the soap and shampoo. I grabbed a towel
and dry off. I wrapped the towel around my body and pick up my clothes from the
floor. I opened the bathroom door and headed out. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Well hello
there gorgeous."

I looked up and a
strange man is standing in our kitchen. He licked his lips. His eyes roamed my
body with a predatory gleam. My heart rate picked up. Not from lust, but from
fear. He sniffed the air, "Damn gorgeous you smell good, like apple pie. I
could use a slice of pie."

I took a step back
and he takes a step forward.

"Who are you
and what are you doing in my home?" I said in what I hope is my most brave
voice.

"I'm looking
to get a slice of pie," he rasped out in a voice filled with lust.

"Benny, come
back to bed," the sultry voice of my mother calls out. Fuck, my mother
brought this dirt bag here. Great just fucking great.

Benny looks at me
again, licked his lips one more time and said, "Hold your horses, Anna.
I'm getting a drink of water and getting acquainted with your daughter."
I'm clutching my clothes against the towel.

"Reby, baby,
are you home?" she asked.

"Yeah, ma I
just got home," I replied.

"Reby, I'm
sorry. I had no idea you'd be home early," she called out. My eyes trained
on Benny. I keep my anger directed at him. I don't trust the fucker. He looks
at me, licks his lips and turns around. He heads back down the hall and into my
mother's room.

"Oh,
Benny." I hear my mother groan. The thought of my mother willingly having
sex with that douche disgusts me. I don't know Benny, but I've seen him around
the neighborhood. He's a drug dealer. My mother has the tendency of picking up
dirty, no good, trash off the streets when she's wasted and horny. If it
weren't for Bailey I would pack up the little shit I have and never look back.

I immediately head
into my room and lock my door. I throw on a pair of sweatpants, a tank top and
matching hoodie. I grabbed socks and my chucks. I take my art supplies with me
and head out. I sit on the stoops of my apartment building and wait for
Bailey's return. I'm engrossed in my drawing when I felt a gentle hand on my
shoulder. I look up and into the eyes of Mrs. Sullivan.

"Rebel, dear
is everything alright?" she asks.

"Yes, Mrs.
Sullivan. Everything is fine. I'm just waiting for Bailey to come home," I
replied. Mrs. Sullivan knows how it is in my home. How my mother operates. She
looks at me with worry and concern. I don't know if it's out of pity or concern
since I've never seen that emotion in my mother towards me.

"Rebel, come
inside dear. It's rather chilly. I don't want you getting sick. I'll fix us
some breakfast and a cup of coffee. You can wait with me for Bailey. Perhaps
the two of you will join me for dinner. I'm making a pot roast. What do you say
Rebel?" she asked.

“Thank you, Mrs.
Sullivan. Bailey and I would love to join you for dinner as long as it’s not an
imposition,” I replied.

“Rebel, if it were
I would have extended an invitation. Now come on. Up…up let’s get inside where
it’s warm,” she said.

Mrs. Sullivan has
always been nice to me. There were times I wished my mother could be as sweet,
loving and nurturing as Mrs. Sullivan. It's just wishful thinking on my part. Mrs.
Sullivan made me scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. I can't remember the
last time someone other than myself made me breakfast. I was famished. I washed
the dishes after we both ate breakfast. I sat by the window watching out for my
little sister's return. Mrs. Sullivan was busy reading her bible. Every few
chapters she would stop and softly say, "Amen."

I opened my sketch
pad and lost myself in creating art. I love drawing, painting, sketching, and
basically anything that has to do with art. Right now I’m sketching Wyatt. I
can’t seem to stop thinking of him. The sex in his kitchen was off the charts
good, but it did not compare to the sex we had in his bed. He blindfolded me
and tied my hands to the bedpost. Without thought I use my hand to caress my
neck and shoulder as I relive the things we did last night.

“
D
o you trust me Rebel?” he asked.

“Yes, I trust
you,” I replied.

“I won’t hurt
you. I just want to heighten your pleasure. If at any moment you feel
uncomfortable just say so and I will stop,” he said.

“I trust you,
but if I feel uncomfortable I will let you know,” I reassured him.

He used a finger
and trailed it on my face, gently making his way down towards my neck. I felt
him lean down towards my neck and inhale.

“So beautiful,
so gorgeous, and so god damn sexy,” he murmured. He continued to trail his
finger down and around my breast. He twirled his finger around on nipple. He
pinched it and the lowered his mouth to it and sucked on it. He did the same to
my other breast. I was on fire. I wanted more, but was too afraid to voice it. He
used his teeth to nibble down my arm and across my stomach. I squirmed from the
myriad of sensations I was feeling. It never felt this intense, this good
before Wyatt. I didn’t know if it was because he was good or if it was because
of the connection I felt with him.

“God, Wyatt,” I
panted.

“Every moment
spent with you Rebel, is like a beautiful dream come true,” he whispered. Oh,
god can he be any sweeter? For the first time in my life, I felt something more
than despair. I felt wanted.

“Mm…so good.
Don’t stop,” I moaned. He continued to love me leisurely. I always had a need
to be loved by someone who chooses to love me, who sees in me something worth
loving and the way he was worshipping my body I felt loved. I felt worthy.

He wanted me to
feel a lifetime in a short time frame. He trailed his tongue on the inside of
my knee and I almost came from that feeling alone. He continued to torment me
with his mouth and tongue. I wanted to touch him, but I was restrained.

“Tell me Rebel,
what you want?” he asked softly.

“I want to feel
you from the inside,” I panted. I heard a foil rip and knew he was sheathing
his cock with a condom. I was in tuned with the noises in the background. I
heard the small rippling sound as he rolled the condom down his impressive
length. I anticipated the moment when I would welcome him into my body. Slowly,
oh so slowly, he entered me. He didn’t thrust or move. He laid slightly on top
of me with his cock buried in me. I moaned and he groaned, “Jesus, baby you are
so tight and extremely wet. I can stay here forever and never get tired of this
feeling of being inside you. What have you done to me, Rebel?”