Page 8 of From My Past
The sounds coming from my mouth when he wasn’t plundering my mouth with his tongue were loud, breathy and desperate. I should have been embarrassed but he said he liked it, and he seemed to be spurred on by every sound, so I didn’t censor it.
The more noise I made, the more talkative he got. Kieron would whisper sweet nothings about how perfect I was, how beautiful I was. But then, it turned absolutely filthy and his movements sped up.
“Fuck me, you’re going to kill me. You’re trying to strangle me, aren’t you? You’re doing so good, goddamn it.” He grunted and he sat up bringing my hips up higher with him. I all but shrieked at the sudden change in angle and I saw Kieron smile briefly before he started to piston his hips into mine.
“That’s it. Yes, yes. Talia, come on, come for me.” He said, his words broken with his effort and one of his hands came to my little nub and he started to rub in circles quickly.
“Yes! Yes!” I started to shatter. Kieron leant down and kissed me soundly with an open mouth kiss. We were breathing each other’s air, intimate and hot and I had no choice but to let go and surrender. Stars danced beneath my eyelids and I swear, I left my body.
“Goddamn you feel so good. So fucking beautiful. It’s like you’re squeezing me and I can’t-I can’t…Talia.” He groaned and his hips went even faster than he was before, but his rhythm started to falter. His eyes screwed shut and he shoved his face in my neck, biting down while he groaned and I felt his warmth fill me up while my walls were still convulsing.
We both stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily and holding each other tightly. Our skin was cooling from our sweat and we both knew that if we moved, our bubble would break.
“I wish I’d met you sooner.” He whispered into my neck, his words tickling my neck and I hugged him tighter.
“Me too.”
Chapter Two
Talia
Present…
Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.
My arm flew to my alarm clock to make the noise from hell stop. I’m never drinking again. Ever. My mouth was so dry, if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that I licked sandpaper.What time is it?
I peeked open one eye and looked around. I could see the room darkening curtains that I had purchased were wide open.
Or never shut, I don’t remember much of getting into bed last night.
The violently red numbers on the alarm clock said 7:30 and I cursed every god I knew for this hangover. Although, it was my fault for getting blackout drunk on a Thursday. Or if I was being even more specific, it was Luca’s fault for everything.
I turned over in my,our, bed and threw my arm over my eyes to block out some of the sun.
I look over to his side slowly, fearfully, and it’s immaculate. Like he never even laid his head down on his pillow.
Fuck, that wasn’t good. He tends to be fairly passive aggressive when I choose to drink and his passive aggression usually turns into aggression. Always with me apologizing in the end. Apologizing and icing something.
I can’t believe I’d dreamt of that party again. I always did when I drank or was scared. And now, it caused me to wake up turned on. Turned on and wishful. I longed for it to be happening now; back in bed with Kieron, back before morning came and he was gone.
Kieron was the first person I really felt like I clicked with. The first person, only person, who I felt got me. Even in such a short time of knowing him, but it wasn’t meant to be. We spent the night together and then I never saw him again. I had forced myself to keep moving forward, move on and forget him. I met Luca a few months later and it seemed like everything would work out.
And it did…for a few years. Now, I’m not so sure.
I force myself out of bed and swing my legs over the side and stretch my arms over my head. I needed to get ready for work even if I was nursing a tequila hangover. My long blonde hair fell over my shoulders and I pushed it out of my face.
I hate my hair this long. I hate this color. But Luca had talked me into it a year or so into our relationship. Then, demanded it. Now, I wasn’t allowed to change it, unless I wanted to hurt for going against him.
I look in the mirror and I can see the appeal. It’s easier, less costly. But I don’t feel like myself. Not like I did back then.
“Luca?” I call out meekly, walking out of the small bedroom into the hallways of our apartment. The walls are covered in little mementos of our lives both together and alone.
I love looking at photos, memories, every day to remind myself how far I have come in life, how I was happy once. Back when we were decorating and actually happy, the one stipulation from Luca was that none of my pictures that I display have anything to with other men.
At first, I was offended and annoyed but so in love with this handsome foreigner that wanted to be with me, actually make a life with me, that I relented. His sweet talking after blowing up in my face about it didn’t help either. After he explained, I understood and followed his rules. Not only in decor for our apartment, but for our life.
Little did I know that this controlling, manipulative behavior was only the beginning. It got so much worse after the incident.
