The Broken (9 page)

“Pull my
fucking hair, Sammy,” she cries out as she sinks back down with
force causing us both to tense; her walls squeeze my dick, milking
my release. Our moans mingle, her body collapses against mine. We
stay like that, gasping for air. She wiggles her hips.

“Oh my God,
you’re still hard,” she gasps.

I chuckle,
lifting her from me. She crawls off the bed and stands staring at
me, her cheeks flush pink, her hair all messed up in the best way.
Her naked flesh glistens from our mixed sweat.

“I’m not done
with you,” I tell her.

She backs away
so I hastily grab for her, spinning her and pushing her front
against her dresser.

“Oh, God,” she
mutters in a breathless whimper.

Her chest lays
flat on top of the dresser, my hand pinning her head, her ass prone
in the air. I drop to my knees, my hand sliding from her head to
her back. I use force to keep her pinned as I sink my teeth into
her ass.

“Sammy, oh
God!”

I slip my free
hand between her legs, coating my fingers in our mixed juices, the
moisture dampening her thighs. I run the wet finger up the crease
of her ass, she gasps when I reach her tight little hole.

“Will you let
me fuck you there, Twink?” I ask, breeching the muscle and stroking
my finger inside her tight ass.

“Oh, God, yes!”
she cries as I slip my finger out and stand. I grasp her hair,
lifting her so her back is against my front. I bite down on her
shoulder and cup one of her tits with my free hand.

“Get on your
knees and use your mouth to lube me up. Get me wet so I can fuck
that tight little ass of yours.”

She spins
around and drops to her knees, one of her petite hands wraps around
the base of my cock; her eyes look up at me through her lashes as
her mouth opens and her tongue darts out, tasting the tip. She
bites her lip and moans, “You taste of me.”

She sinks her
mouth over my shaft. Fuck, her tongue puts pressure against my dick
as her mouth coats me in saliva, sucking me deep.

“Fuck, Twink,”
I gasp.

Her free hand
cups and massages my balls. I’m going to explode if she keeps this
up. I yank her head back by her hair.

“Make it
soaking wet, Twink.”

She continues
coating my dick in her spit, and I can’t take anymore. I reach for
her, bringing her to her feet and turning her so she’s back over
the dresser. I spread her ass cheeks.

“Hold on to the
dresser. I’ll go slow, but it might hurt at first.”

As I breach her
entrance, her hands reach back, digging her nails into my hips.
“Fuck me Sammy, hard!”

She pulls me
forward to thrust into her. I wince as I enter her ass fully, she
cries out and I still. She’s so fucking tight. I bring my hand
round to her wet folds and circle her clit with my fingers. She
relaxes instantly.

“Oh, God,
please move. Fuck me please!”

I can’t hold
back, her pleas are driving me insane. She’s as desperate for me as
I am for her. I pull my hips back and then sink forward again and
again.

“Yes, oh God!
That’s amazing,” she moans. “You’re amazing.”

I growl,
plunging in and out of her tight ass. I slip my fingers into her
wet pussy, thrusting them up inside her; with every thrust of my
hips I mimic the movement with my fingers. I tug her hair with my
other hand and continue to rock my body into hers. I’m building
fast, and so is she. Her inner walls contract all around me, her
body convulsing with pleasure; her pussy floods my fingers. I pound
her harder and harder until she’s crying with pleasure. I give her
everything I have, thundering against her over and over until my
own need grows to an all-time high, tightening my balls. I pull my
dick free and let my come shoot over her ass cheeks and up her
spine. Fuck, it’s sexy as hell seeing her skin covered in my seed.
Her body goes limp against the dresser and I lean away from her so
she doesn’t have any of my weight on her.

“Oh my God,
Sammy.”

I smile, but
the rattle of keys in the front door has her shooting up and
spinning towards me.

“Shit,” she
whispers, her eyes wide with panic.

“Riv, you
home?” Blaydon’s voice reverberates against the door.

She rushes
around me, opening the bathroom door and shoving me inside. She
grabs a towel and wraps it around her body. I listen as she opens
her bedroom door.

“Hey Blay, I’m
just going to take a shower.”

“Why you all
are flushed? And your hair is all messed… you know what don’t
answer that. I’m going out tonight. I might not be back but I’ll
set my alarm for work.”

“Okay.”

The door clicks
shut so I exit the bathroom, still naked. River’s eyes drink me in,
her bottom lip disappearing in to her mouth. My body vibrates with
renewed energy. Fuck I want her again. I look round her room to
stop myself from throwing her back down on the bed.

“Where are you
in this room, Twink?”

Her bottom lip
springs free from her teeth, red and puffy, begging me to suck on
it. My eyes trace the beauty of her features up until I meet her
eyes. There’s an intensity that makes me feel so vulnerable.

“What do you
mean?”

“I mean there’s
nothing in this room, no personality. Nothing that’s you. Where’s
River?”

Her head drops
then lifts, pain written all over her perfect face. “The me you’re
referring to, the River you remember, left here four years ago,”
she manages to say with no emotion in her voice. Her pain wipes
from her features, her face stoic, void of everything.

Sorrow tears at
my insides. “Fuck, River. I know your dad used to beat on Blaydon
and that was hard on him but he loved you so much. I know it must
be hard for you that he left.”

Her eyes search
mine, then a weird giggle escapes from her. “Yeah, he loved me.”
She shook her head. “That was the problem.”

Her voice is
cold, lost. She sounds so broken, my stomach churns.

“What does that
mean, Twink?” I ask, scared of her answer.

Her eyes lift
to find mine and my body tenses. I feel heavy, like lead has
replaced my blood, and I’m frozen to the spot. “What does that
mean, River?” I choke out, my voice shaking with fear.

My phone
chirps, and the atmosphere that felt like a thick, invisible
thunder cloud disperses as her face relaxes and she smiles.

“I meant
nothing. Answer your phone.”

She walks to
her dresser, pulling out a pair of dance leggings. My phone
silences, then chirps again straight away. I bend over to my jeans
and search the pockets, pulling my phone out and answering. “What?”
I bark.

“Fucking hell,
sorry, I just wondered where you are. You’ve been gone two hours.
Jase went to bed and your mother just came home.”

I hear a
muffled sound down the line, then a whispered, “She’s not alone,
man.”

I let out an
exasperated sigh. “I’m coming now,” I tell him, ending the call.
River is now standing with her hair pulled back from her face,
she’s clutching a workout top and leggings tight against her
impressive chest.

“I have to
go.”

She’s nodding
before I even finish the sentence. “Yeah, of course. I’m going to
shower, then dance for a bit.”

She spins on
her heel, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her.
Dismissing me like we hadn’t just devoured every inch of the other,
after years of wanting each other. She gives me the best sex of my
life and then acts as if I’m a one night stand she met in a bar. I
swallow the unsettling feeling taking route in the pit of my
stomach and throw my clothes on. I race over to my house. The front
door is open and Jasper is yelling. He has some guy by the collar,
pinned against the wall.

“What’s going
on?” I ask.

My mother is
standing with her hands clasped, wringing them together like she’s
nervous.

“Jasp?”

“This douche
gave her money and told her to suck his dick.”

My eyes fly to
my mother, then to the man Jasper has pinned.

“It’s the right
amount! I didn’t know she already had someone here, I can
wait!”

Jasper loosens
his hold and turns to stare at me, confused. My hands are shaking.
“What does he mean, Mom?” I ask, sounding more like a boy then the
man I am. She shakes her head.

“Mom?” the guy
asks. “Fucking hell, let me go, man!”

Jasper’s hands
fall away, and the guy rushes past me and out of the house.

“Don’t look at
me like that, Sammy. It’s easy money and I enjoy it, so no harm, no
foul.”

She saunters
past me and up the stairs. Stopping a few steps up, she leans
forward towards Jasper, holding up the money. “Hey, he’s already
paid if you want to collect?”

He grimaces and
backs away.

“Suit
yourself.”

I watch in
horror as the woman who gave me life laughs at us. My fist collides
with the wall, splitting my knuckles with a sharp sting.

“She has to go.
I can’t be around her anymore.”

Jasper’s hand
rests on my shoulder. “Come on, man. Come have some food and a
beer.”

I bring my hand
up to examine the damage, flex my hand and wince from the throb. “I
need to shower first.”

S
ammy took me. He’s been inside me, finally. He gave
me what I needed; I craved him. My body ached for him, I didn’t
even realise until my body took over and attacked his. I’m a Sammy
addict who was deprived for four years. I needed his touch, his
scent, his voice. My body hummed with life after so long being
dormant. The River who had left four years ago when Danny’s face
replaced the fantasy of Sammy’s creeps back when I’m around
him.

When Sammy
left, every piece that was me, every part that was Sammy’s River,
left when he did. God, he thought I meant because my dad left. When
he asked me what I meant about my dad’s love being the problem, I
nearly told him about my dad’s ‘love’ for me. All the years he
spent with me, he never asked any questions about my dad’s
over-touchy way with me. Or the fact that Blaydon took so many
harsh beatings. It was normal for Blaydon to have bruises so Sammy
never asked. How sad is that? He had so many of his own issues with
a worthless mother, he was broken in his own way, just like us.

I slip in my
headphones, scrolling the playlist until I find Bullet For My
Valentine. I listen while the riffs and drum beats work their way
to my limbs, pushing all the pain and broken parts of myself into
movement.

My muscles
burn. I keep pushing myself, stretching my limbs until they scream
for mercy. The sweat dampens my skin in a warm mist, the heat
emanating from my body layers around me like a fog. I’m just coming
up from a walkover when I notice Sammy standing on the edge of the
platform. I startle, stepping back from instinct.

“Hey,” he
mouths.

I pull the
headphones loose. “Hey,” I reply, short of breathe. I lean forward
placing my hands on my knees.

“You’ve been
out here for hours.”

I look up at
the bottle of cold water Sammy is holding out to me. I snatch it
from him, breaking the seal and gulping big mouthfuls. The cold
splash on the back of my throat feels amazing. “Thank you.”

“I wanted to
talk about earlier.”

“There’s
nothing to say, Sammy.”

There’s no way
I can tell him about my dad. He’ll feel guilty, and then maybe
question his disappearance. I can’t risk that.

“Okay, fair
enough. I agree, it was just something that built up and we needed
to get out of our systems.”

My insides go
ice cold despite the heat pouring from my overworked body. He was
talking about the sex, not my comment about my dad. Oh God.

I walk over to
him, anger roaring in my veins. I drop my eyelids halfway and look
up at him through my lashes “Is it, Sammy?”

His brow
creases, his eyes searching mine. “Is it what?” His voice is
hoarse. I smile devilishly. I feel so empowered, so full of
lust.

“Is it out of
your system now?” I breathe against his ear, before I bite down on
his lobe. Our breathing is causing my chest to rub against his
abs.

“Fuck, no,” he
growls, grasping my hair and spinning his body around mine so he’s
pushing his front against my back. He forces me forwards, pushing
my exhausted, needy body flat against the back of the house. My
cheek hits the cool panels first, my body follows. He uses his
grasp on my hair to tilt my head back. “You’d better be wet and
ready for me, Twink.”

He releases my
hair; his hands grasp the waistband of my leggings and he tugs
hard, tearing them down my legs. I lift each foot so he can slip
them from my body. His breath whispers against the back of my
thighs, his teeth sinking into my ass cheek. I whimper from the
sting of his bite, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through
my body. He stands back up, his heavy frame pushing against mine.
He kicks my legs apart using his knee and foot. He grabs my wrists
in one hand and forces them up above my head; his grip tight,
pinching the skin. I hear him unbuckling his belt and tugging his
buttons open. He dips and then thrusts up into me.