Preppy, Part Three, The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater (King, #7) Page 8

  “I know you get it. You’re the only one who really does.” Preppy gazed deeply into my eyes in a way that only he could. In a way that told me that he could see right through me. “Baby,” he groaned. I moaned in response. Maybe because he called me baby. Maybe because he began to stroke me harder. Faster. “Just because I don’t need to hurt you to get off, doesn’t mean that the pain isn’t there.”

  Pressure began to build deep inside of me. “What...what do you mean?” I said, panting with need.

  Preppy placed his other hand behind my neck, pulling me closer. “Dre, when I look at you, when I touch you. I love you so much it fucking HURTS,” he said against my neck, the vibration of his words had my nipples standing at firm attention all over again.

  “I don’t want you to hurt,” I said, although I knew exactly what he meant because I felt the same. I had so much love for him it made my chest swell to the point where I thought I might break inside. Preppy looked down between us to where his swollen cock bobbed with his every move. The head thick and purple, throbbing and glistening at the tip, dripping with his own need. “No, Doc, it hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain.” Preppy’s eyes were half-lidded. A devilish smirk played on his lips. “Look, it hurts so bad even my cock is crying.”

  I returned his smile, looking up at him through my lashes. I licked my lips. Preppy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. I pushed him to his back and crawled down his body, giving a quick lick to the tip of his cock, which pulsed in response. I watched his expression darken as he watched me kiss and lick my way around his thick shaft. “Fuck,” he cursed. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  “If your cock’s crying, then I’m licking the tears away,” I said, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around to taste his salty pre-cum. I moaned, the sound shot straight between my legs.

  Preppy dug his hands into my hair deeper, pulling, holding me with more force. His abs flexed as I took more and more of him into my mouth, lightly sucking as I circled my lips around the soft skin of his extremely hard shaft.

  I pulled back and softly blew on his wet cock. All the muscles in his arms tensed. His hips bucked into the air. His mouth fell open as he gazed down at me with a lust filled expression I know mirrored my own. “Any better?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft.

  Preppy shook his head. “No, not better. I think it’s fucking worse,” he ground out, looking as if he were in pain.

  “How so?” I asked, stroking him from root to tip with a slight twist at the top.

  Preppy hissed. “Because I want to fuck you again, but now I also don’t ever want my cock to be anywhere besides that beautiful mouth ever again. Those fucking red lips. Jesus fucking Christ, Doc. I thought I’d already died, but you’re the one killing me.”

  “You mean like this?” I asked, taking him into my mouth again. Further this time. Preppy had a monster cock and although I used to think he was joking when he said that it was the honest truth. There was no way I’d be able to take all of him but I did the best I could, taking him until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Giving him all I could because I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

  “Holy fucking, shit,” Preppy groaned, holding onto the ground for support with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair. The next few sentences that came out of his mouth were incoherent because I began to slide him out and then back again, using my hand on the part of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t reach. Over and over again I stroked and sucked him with my tongue, squeezing him with my lips and hollowing out my cheeks so my mouth was wrapped as tightly around him as possible.

  I used my other hand to reach around him and squeeze his ass cheek, pulling him in closer, holding him to me. I released him and pulled him back again, letting him know it was okay to move. He nodded, and bit his bottom lip, watching as he began to thrust his hips upward into my mouth then slowly pulling back out, groaning as he repeated the motion.

  Over and over again he thrust forward and pulled back. I braced myself with my other hand on his ass and again he held my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. Harder and harder until tears were flowing down my cheeks. I watched as the cords in his neck strained with his every movement. I felt his ass muscles tense and watched as his entire body tightened and his cock hardened in my mouth before spurts of warmth shot from him, deep into my throat. Preppy threw his head back and in the sexiest most animalistic roar he came and came and came until I thought I couldn’t swallow one more drop of his salty release.

  He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the floor without pulling his pants back up. He pulled me down with him and wrapped his arms around my back. “I think I just broke a promise to you,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. Our chests heaving together in unison.

  “What promise?” I asked, confused.

  He tucked me in closer, laying a palm over my breast. “The one where I said I wouldn’t die again,” he chuckled. “‘Cause, Doc, I’m pretty sure you just fucking killed me.”

  I made a move to stand up, still dizzy with lust and unsteady on my feet. Preppy pulled me back down and flipped me onto my back. “I’m not done with you, not even close,” he groaned, pushing my legs apart, spreading them wide as he licked his lips and appraised me. His gaze touching every part of my body. My insides clenched and I felt the wetness pump from my pussy, dripping down into my ass crack.

  Preppy saw it too. He looked from between my legs to my face. “Fuck me,” he said running his hands up my body as he positioned himself over me and thrust inside in one long hard push.

  I felt so full. His cock inside me felt warm and my body squeezed him, pulling him into me further. My nipples tightened and my skin felt alive as he pulled out and thrust back in using the same speed he had when his cock was in my mouth. He surprised me when he reached underneath me, lifting my hips so he could thrust even deeper. I cried out and he groaned.

  He pulled out, just briefly, to dip two fingers inside me, wetting them. He pushed back inside me at the same time he fingered the tight circle of my back entrance, wetting it before pressing inside. “I want to fuck you here,” he groaned.

  He pulled out and flipped me over suddenly, slapping my ass with such force my eyes watered but I didn’t have time to process the sting of pain because a new kind of pain had begun. The delicious pain of Preppy sliding his cock inside my ass.

  The only time I’d ever had anal was when I was with Preppy and Bear at the same time and it was Bear who penetrated my back door. Not Preppy. But I didn’t remember much about that part of it. It was like being in a haze. All I remember is Preppy and the hurt in my heart, not the pain of my body or how it felt. Almost as if I was a spectator watching it all happen.

  It burned as he penetrated me. There is no other pretty way to put it. But when he pushed past the tight nerves and further into me I was able to relax to the point where I felt nothing but full and a strange zing of pleasure that made my pussy clench.

  “Ahhhhh, that’s my fucking wife. You like me in your ass don’t you?” Preppy asked. He pulled back and I cried out the loss of him but when he pushed back in I saw stars.

  We both groaned and I pushed back against him needing to feel more. Preppy took the hint and started to move. Grabbing my hips and digging his fingers into my flesh he pumped furiously like the madman he was. Bringing me higher and higher into some realm of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

  “You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. This ass is all fucking mine,” Preppy chanted as he thrust harder and harder. My eyes began to water, my throat closed up. The balance of pleasure and pain shifting from one to the other with each push and pull. A tightness started inside me and I clenched my teeth, pushing harder and harder back against Preppy, meeting him thrust for thrust until his hands were on my shoulders pulling me against him and grunting.

  There was no longer any rhyme or reason to our pace. It was w
ild and furious and erratic and when he reached between us and inserted a finger into my pussy I screamed out as my orgasm burst from my lower belly, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. My sex clenched around emptiness and my ass tightened around Preppy’s cock until he was screaming with his own release, pushing deep inside as his warmth flooded me, spilling out around us and dripping down the backs of my thighs.

  He pulled out and again we both collapsed. This time my body ached from the extreme bliss rolling through it. I felt both satisfied and energized.

  When we were finally able to gather our wits about us, I noticed Preppy looking over at me. “What?” I asked, feeling the blush spread on my cheeks.

  “I died,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over my lips.

  “I know,” I whispered back, turning to face him.

  He pointed to his own chest. “But this is just a bag of bones.” He pointed to me then flattened his palm over my heart. “This. This is my life. YOU are my life. You and Bo.”

  I looked up at him as tears formed in my eyes. I held his face in my hands and lightly kissed his lips. “And you and Bo are mine.”

  “Why?” he asked. I searched his eyes and there was no sarcasm, no waiting to drop the punch-line on me. It was an honest question.

  “Because, Samuel Clearwater. You’re everything.” I mimicked his own movements by rubbing my thumb against his cheek. “Because you are the light in all of my dark,” I said, reciting a line from the letter he’d written me.

  Preppy pulled me close, resting his head against mine.

  I didn’t even realize I was crying until Preppy leaned in and surprised me by licking a tear off my cheek. “What?” he asked, with a wicked smile. “You licked my tears, it’s only fair that I lick yours.”

  I never thought I could love anyone as much as I loved Samuel Clearwater. But as we laughed together, our voices were carried off with the breeze high above Logan’s Beach, and we held onto one another like we were never letting go.

  We never did.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Preppy

  We’d talked and lingered on the water tower for hours. The sun was just starting to rise when I helped Dre get dressed and we headed for home.

  We weren’t even halfway up the porch when Kevin swung open the door looking frazzled.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, ascending the steps. I squeezed Dre’s hand, sensing that whatever news Kevin was about to deliver wasn’t going to be good.

  “Bo!” Kevin shouted. His eyes bulged from his head. “He’s gone!”

  ****

  Kevin ran to all the neighbors’ houses while Dre frantically searched the house again from top to bottom. I ran straight for the woods. When I saw the train coming down the tracks a million scenarios of what could have happened to him ran through my mind. What if he was hurt? What if someone was hurting him? I picked up a rock and chucked it onto the track screaming, “Booooooo!” over and over again at the top of my lungs as the train passed.

  I was about to turn back to the house and check the woods one more time when there was a tug on the back of my shirt. I spun around to find Bo looking up at me with a worried look on his face. “Bo!” I screamed, raising my hands in the air in a mock hallelujah.

  Bo cowered and my celebration ended.

  I knelt down and pulled his hands away from his face. “I’m never going to hit you, Bo. You don’t have to worry about that, okay?”

  Bo nodded as I pulled him into me and wrapped him in a hug.

  “But you can’t run off like this. Never again, okay? Mommy’s really, really worried about you and she’s going crazy right now. What were you doing out here all by yourself?” I asked.

  I pulled back and Bo signed. Follow me.

  “Where?” I asked.

  Follow me. Please.

  He didn’t wait for an answer, just tugged on my hand and dragged me a few feet into the woods where the brush was so thick I couldn’t see more than a foot in front of me. Bo maneuvered through it with ease like he’d done it a thousand times.

  He probably has.

  Just as I was about to tell him that a hike in the woods probably wasn’t the best idea while Dre was probably going ape shit back at the house, Bo pushed back a curtain of branches over a huge tree stump in the ground with a big hole on the side where the wood had rotted out. Bo climbed through and waved for me to follow. I crouched down and crawled on the leaves following him into a five by five space in the trunk. Inside of it was a dirty Dallas Cowboys blanket. Coloring books that were stained and looked as if they’d been retrieved from the trash along with broken crayons.

  “This is where you were?” I asked but it wasn’t really a question. I was sure that’s where Bo had run off to and where he’d probably ran off to for years when he was being abused by his cunt of a mother and the step daddy I wished was still alive so I could put another bullet in him and kill him all over again.

  Yes.

  I looked around at the little fort he’d created and my heart sank. I tried not to let it show on my face that I was breaking down inside, but when I saw the little pile of weapons stacked along the wall beside his blanket I damn near lost it. Butter knives, one half of a pair of scissors, a small gardening shovel, and a hand axe were stacked neatly. Nobody defended him, so Bo had decided he needed to defend himself.

  “Bo,” I said, picking up the axe and inspecting it. “This place is a cool fort. Is this where you came when you lived with your old mommy? When you wanted to feel safe?”

  Yes.

  “You’re so super smart for making all this. You’re like a super hero and this is your lair. Move over batman,” I said. Bo smiled brightly. I cleared my throat. “But, buddy, do you understand that you live with Mommy and me now? You don’t need to come here anymore. You certainly don’t need this,” I said, setting down the axe, which had a surprisingly sharp blade.

  Bo stared at me without saying or signing a thing. He hung his head and his shoulders drooped.

  “I was just like you when I was a kid. Do you know that when I was your age that I had the same thing? A special place to go when things at home weren’t so good?”

  Bo perked up.

  “I mean, it wasn’t as cool as this. Just an abandoned dog house behind our trailer, but I did the same thing as you. I kept things in there I could use to hurt anyone who tried to hurt me because I didn’t have anyone to do that for me,” I started. “But you know what? You do have people who would protect you no matter what. You have Mommy and you have me. And nobody will ever hurt you. I would NEVER let anyone hurt you. Do you understand that, Bo?”

  I saw Bo thinking and remembered how I felt at his age. Alone and abandoned. How I would feel if I suddenly found myself with a family who actually gave a shit and then I realized something. “Are you afraid that Mommy and Daddy will leave you or make you leave?”

  Bo reluctantly nodded.

  “Well, let me tell you something. This thing here?” I asked, motioning between Bo and me. “It’s permanent. Even if you wanted to you can’t change it. You’re my son. And in our family a son is a permanent thing. Forever and ever you’ll be stuck with us. We’ll always be here for you. Your place is with us.”

  I like forever, Bo signed, but he still looked skeptical. How do I convince a six-year-old of my intentions when he’d been fucked over his entire life? And then it hit me.

  “Okay, now I want to show you something but you can’t tell Mommy, okay?”

  Bo squinted like he already didn’t think that was a good idea.

  Smart kid.

  I laughed. “No, it’s nothing bad, I promise. But I planned on showing her later on tonight as a surprise, but since you’re one of the men of the house now I figured I’d show you first. Would that be okay with you?”

  Yes. Yes, he signed twice.

  “Now did you know that these,” I pointed to the tattoos on my arms and hands, “are forever. These drawings will always be on me.” I pulled up my shirt
and Bo eyed the white bandage covering one of the worst scarred areas on my abs. “They don’t wash off so they will never ever go away. They’re with me forever.”

  I peeled back the tape and revealed the new tattoo underneath. Scars, vines, and hearts linked together two names. Bo & Dre. It was King’s best work ever.

  “Remember how we were writing your name this week? Do you see your name?” I asked.

  Bo enthusiastically pointed to his name. I smiled brighter instead of wincing when he jabbed the fresh ink with his little index finger.

  “Yep, my man. That’s it.” I replaced the bandage and lowered my shirt. “And it’s there forever. So you’re not going anywhere, just like that tattoo isn’t going anywhere. You got it?”

  Bo’s eyes widened when the realization set in. He launched himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I kissed the top of his head. “Now let’s get you home.”

  Together we crawled out of his hideaway/weapon’s storage unit. I brushed the dirt from my pants and grabbed Bo’s hand. With his other hand he signed, pressing the tips of his fingers on the corner of his mouth and then again on his temple.

  Home.

  ****

  When I brought Bo back to the house, Dre ran out to meet us. She wasted no time reaching for him, lifting him up she hugged him so tight I was pretty sure she was cutting off his circulation. I almost wanted to laugh when he looked at me wide-eyed over her shoulder but I managed to contain myself. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?” she asked, looking him over. “Promise me, Bo. Don’t you ever leave without one of us, okay? We love you and if anything ever...” Dre stopped. “Just promise me.”

  Bo nodded and signed, ‘I’m sorry,’ to her followed by ‘I promise.’

  “Where did you go?” Dre asked. That’s when he looked to me like he didn’t know if he should tell her what he’d been up to. I didn’t want him to feel ashamed or embarrassed.