Bad Boy Blues(75)

Maybe what I’m feeling isn’t childish at all.

Maybe it’s the most profound emotion we as humans, can feel.

God, when did he become this powerful and when did I become so powerless?

“I –”

“Run,” he growls, this time louder.

And I don’t even stop to think about it. I do as he says: I run.

I take off into the woods. I run as fast as I can.

I’m not running from my bully. I’m running because he hasn’t been my bully for a long time now. He’s something else to me now.

Something more.

The light of the moon’s beating down at me through the leafy branches of the trees. For some reason, even the stars are brighter.

The leaves are crunching under my boots. That’s the only sound, except for the sound of my breathing. But then, another sound joins in.

He’s running after me. Chasing me.

I knew he would.

Like Orion.

The thought makes me stop and, panting, I turn to face him.

He’s right there, a few feet away.

“You stopped.”

I walk backward. “I didn’t want to run anymore.”

He walks forward, toward me. “Why not?”

Because he is to me what sharp objects are to fragile things. What a flame is to a moth.

Destiny.

We are destiny, Zach and I. We’re stars, aren’t we?

You can’t run from destiny. You can’t outrun fate. You can’t stop a moth from perishing in flames and you can’t stop a sharp object from making a fragile thing bleed.

“Because I don’t want to play games anymore.”

“You think this is a game?”

“No. This isn’t a game.” I keep walking backward, unafraid because if something happens, he’ll lunge forward to save me. “Who am I?”

He frowns, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “My prize.”

My back hits a tree and I arch my spine, wrapping my hands around the trunk. “Then, you should claim me. But you should also know one thing.”

“What thing?”

“This prize belongs to you but you belong to this prize just as much.”

Zach finally reaches me and leans forward to put his palms on the rough bark of the tree. “Yeah?”

I lift my chin. “Yes.”

“You know why I wasn’t eating that freaking custard?”

“Why?”

“Because I was waiting for you. Because I thought like every day, you’d come and we’d…”

“Eat together.”

Finally, I smile.

He moves his hands and buries them in my loose hair, tilting up my neck. “You know what belonging to me means?”

“What?”

His forehead drops to mine. “It means that you’re the only thing in this world that I feel… responsible for.” His frown is so deep that I feel it on my skin. “You’re the first thing that’s ever belonged to me. The very first thing and I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

My heart’s gone. I don’t hear it.

Slowly, it’s falling out of my body and I know right down to my soul that if I don’t stop it, it’ll leave forever. It’ll die.

Zach steps into me and I feel him on my stomach. His thick, hard cock.

It jerks against me and in reply, my core clenches.

And I know what he meant by his repeated words, about not wanting to hurt me. I know why he asked me to run.

“We’re going to have sex, aren’t we?”

“You’re a virgin.”

I grab onto his t-shirt. “And you’re so big.”

Groaning, he rolls his forehead over mine. “You’re so tiny, I’ll hurt you.”

I feel a drop of cum leaving me and seeping into my panties. This is so reminiscent of that night when he asked me if I was a virgin or not.

“Yeah. You’ll stretch me out.”

He grinds his erection into me and I moan, thrusting my breasts at his chest. “No matter how careful I am.”

It’s okay.

Let my heart die. In its place, I’ll make a new one. A heart that only beats for this lonely, lonely boy in front of me.

“And you know what belonging to me means?” I whisper.

Zach looks into my eyes. “What?”

I’m lonely too. My parents are gone. They took away my house. There’s nothing in this world that belongs to me.

Except him.

“It means that I trust you. It means that I know you’ll be careful. And it means that you’re the only one I want to give my cherry to.”

I lean up and place a kiss on his soft lips.

But Zach deepens it. He presses a hand on the back of my head and pushes open my mouth with his tongue.

Then, he’s heaving me up and I’m wrapping my limbs around his body, and we’re striding back to where we came from.

My cottage.





Zach carries me into the cottage through the back door that I’d left open when I marched out to meet him.

In my bedroom, he lowers my feet to the floor and, kneeling, he takes off my boots.

The light’s switched off but the window’s open and the moon’s strong. Somewhere up there, I have faith that tonight Orion has caught up with The Pleiades. At least tonight, he’s resting.