The Broken (10 page)

“Oh God!”

The delicious
burn, then fullness, has my heart pounding against my ribcage, my
blood roaring in my ears. I relish the subtle pain as my body
struggles to accept his full length. His free hand seeks my clit as
he runs his fingers between my wet folds, thrusting in and out of
me hard and fast. He needs to dip his knees to accommodate the
height difference, giving him extra leverage when he propels
himself upwards, nearly taking me off my feet. My cries of pleasure
fill the still night air. Sammy brings his hand up from my sex and
places it over my mouth; the scent of my arousal assaults my nose
as the moist dampness coats my lips. It’s so erotic to taste myself
on him.

“You’re so
fucking loud, Twink,” he growls, pulling himself from the depths of
my sex. I push my ass backwards, forcing him to step back, and then
rush to the back door, slipping inside. He’s hot on my tail,
reaching out for me and spinning me to face him. I bring my hand
whirling round with me to connect with his cheek. His head whips to
the side at the contact; the sting in my palm excites me. An angry,
primal growl roars from his chest as he launches himself towards
me, pushing me backwards. He grabs me under the arms and tosses me
onto the kitchen table. The wood scrapes against my soft, fevered
flesh. He forces my knees to part and stands between my thighs,
pushing my shoulders back until I’m lying flat on my back, my ass
balancing on the edge. He lifts my legs, laying them up the length
of his torso, the balls of my feet resting on his pecs. His hot
mouth traces wet kisses across the arch of my foot, down to my
ankle. I reach up, clasping handfuls of his dark, wavy locks and
yank him forward, his hard cock slipping back into my wet,
welcoming depths. We groan in unison at the contact. He reaches
forward, yanking down the small piece of material containing my
breasts; they spill from my top. His thumbs stroke against my hard,
sensitive buds. I feel my body heating all over, my mind and body
spiralling into the bliss of Sammy’s touch. I’m pulsing with
pleasure, the air fills with electricity. My skin vibrates with
every thrust he gives me. Sammy moves his hands to clamp down on my
thighs holding me to him as he crashes into me over and over, the
slapping of our skin growing louder with every deep thrust of his
hips. My body slick with sweat doesn’t stop the wood’s friction
burn clawing at my skin; I bend my knee and push my feet against
his chest, forcing him from me. We both whimper from the loss of
contact. I sit forward and push him back, his knees collide with a
chair and his heavy frame collapses into the seat. I jump down from
the table, turning my back to Sammy and sinking down onto him.

“Oh fuck, Riv,”
he moans as I take his full length into my body. The angle is
almost painful and I love it. His thighs are open, his body leaning
back on the seat, lazily. My thighs are pushed together between
his, making my sex squeeze him tighter. I lift myself up and down
onto him over and over, my torso leaning forward, my hands resting
on his knees as I rotate my hips, savouring the feel of him inside
me. When I only have his tip inside me, I tease him before forcing
myself down hard and fast. I keep the same rhythm, and he gasps
every time I push down on to him. His sexy noises turn me on so
much, my sex tightens and pushes me over the edge.

“Sammy!” I cry
out as my sex floods with my arousal.

“Fuck!” Sammy
shouts, lifting me from him and bending me over the table. My hot
flushed cheek meets the wood of the table, my nipples welcoming the
harsh feel of the battered wood. He drops to his knees behind me
and my body jolts forward from sensitivity as his tongue laps at my
sex. His hands roam my body; I feel them everywhere while his
tongue explores every part of my pink heated flesh. I feel myself
building again, my walls tightening, an electric pulse surfs
through my body, ending at my nipples.

“I’m coming,
Sammy. Please, I need your cock!”

“Fucking hell,
Twink, you’re driving me crazy,” he growls, grasping my hips and
plunging himself inside me. I cry out while he shows me no mercy,
thundering his hips against me; my own hips crashing into the wood
of the table. I know I‘ll have bruises, but I need this, I need the
forcefulness he’s showing me. He wants me, but more importantly, I
want him. I choose him to be inside me. He thrusts forward one last
time before he goes rigid and moans my name as his hot come pours
inside me. I can feel the pulsing of his cock and it’s the best
feeling in the world. He withdraws himself, our ragged breathing
filling the silence. I wait for my body to stop shaking from the
immense orgasms we just shared before I stand up and stride past
Sammy into the living room. I feel his strong muscular arms close
around me; his hot breath in my ear.

“Did I say I
was finished with you?”

My body
shivers. He lifts me off my feet and walks us towards the couch. He
drops his grip on me and I land on my feet and turn my head to
follow his gaze.

“Oh shit!” I
screech, and jump behind Sammy’s naked body. I peek around him to
see Blaydon asleep on the couch.

“Is he
breathing?” Sammy asks, pointing towards Blaydon.

“Yes, stupid,
he’s asleep! Quick, come on!”

I tiptoe
towards my room.

“There’s no use
tiptoeing, Twink. If what we did in the kitchen didn’t wake him,
nothing will.”

I shoot him a
glare and hurry into my room. I go straight to the bathroom,
turning the shower on and stepping under the cascading water. My
skin is hyper aware of every drop that touches my sensitive,
flushed skin. Sammy appears a couple of seconds later. His eyes are
hooded as he appraises my naked form, and he swipes his tongue over
his bottom lip. I feel it deep in my core.

“Are you sore?”
he asks.

I nod slightly.
“More of an ache, like I know you’ve been there,” I tell him, my
voice breathless.

His eyes close
slowly at my admission. “River, I’ve fucked you so much and yet I
still want more.”

He steps
towards me, pulling the glass door open and entering the shower
with me. Our bodies are so close, they respond to each other like
an invisible force, pulling us together.

Two hours
passed while Sammy took me and explored every inch of my body with
his mouth and hands, and then fucked me into a near coma in the
shower. Now we’re lying on the bathroom floor, naked.

“I’m dying,”
Sammy moans.

I giggle and it
hurts the muscles in my stomach. “You’ll live.”

He turns to
face me. “Your brother, Twink. How bad is it?”

My stomach
rolls at the sudden change in conversation and pain grips my heart.
I turn to look at a spot on the ceiling, and memories play like a
movie in my mind.

“
She’s too
old to be sitting on your lap, Keith,” my mom’s telling my dad. He
glares at her and she leaves the room, leaves me there at his
mercy. His hands come to my waist as he tickles me, making me
squirm and wriggle on his lap. I feel him grow beneath me. I’m only
eleven but I know what it is; I have an older brother, I’ve seen
his porn magazine that he stole from the guys at Daddy’s work, and
I’ve heard his friends talking. I become as still as a
statue.

“
Hey Riv,
bedtime,” Blay says, coming into the room and taking my hand. He
drags me from my dad’s lap and takes me to his room.

“
Blay, why
am I in here?” I ask.

He smiles and
throws some of my PJs at me. He seems so much older than his years.
“Put them on, sis. Dad’s been drinking again. I want you to stay
here tonight, okay?”

I don’t reply.
I don’t need to. I change and crawl into his bed and he turns the
light out and lays himself down on his futon with a cover. The
darkness consumes me.

I wake to my
dad shouting, “You little shit! You won’t keep me from my own
daughter, you little punk ass!”

I hear the
thud, thud, thud. Tears stream from my eyes. Light flashes,
flooding the room, causing me to squint.

“
Keith come
to bed, baby.” My mom’s voice rings out into the room. My eyes come
into focus and I see Blaydon on the floor, his covers tangled
around his legs. There are bruised boot marks imprinted into the
flesh of his back, as clear as if someone had tattooed them
there.

“Twink? River?
Baby?” I blink when Sammy snaps his fingers in front of my
face.

“I’m sorry,” I
murmur. “My dad woke him one night by kicking the shit out of him.”
I sigh. “Even after Dad was gone, Blay had trouble sleeping, so he
took sleeping pills and anxiety pills, became dependent on
them.”

I hear Sammy’s
hiss and I sit up and grab a towel to cover my body. His fingertips
brush down my spine. “I’m sorry, Twink.”

I stand and
offer him a weak smile. “I have work tomorrow, well, actually
today. It’s really late, or early,” I offer, lamely.

He chuckles
while he gets to his feet, then strokes a finger down my cheek.

“Don’t want me
to cuddle you, beautiful?” My body goes rigid, then I feel myself
shaking.

S
he’s gone stone still. Her beautiful, sexual flush
has left her, a pale white taking its place. Her body trembles.

“Twink, what’s
wrong?”

Tears fill her
green eyes, making them look like the ocean. She looks like she’s
in a daydream.

“Baby, talk to
me, what’s wrong?”

I stroke down
her arms and this makes her tremble more. I’m starting to freak
out,
so
I grasp the tops of her arms tight
and shake her.

“River, for
fuck’s sake.” I tap her cheek, not hard enough to hurt her, but
enough to get her attention.

“Sammy?”

She’s looking
at me like she’s surprised to see me.

“Twink, where
did you go?”

She shakes her
head. “I can’t do that with you.”

I step back.
“What?”

She looks so
lost and troubled, I just want to wrap her in my arms and shelter
her from all the shit, but I know it’s too late. The shit’s
happened and that’s why she’s like this.

“Cuddly soft
stuff,” she answers.

My body
recoils. She doesn’t want the cuddly love shit with me is what she
means. She really does just want to fuck me out of her system. A
dark laugh ripples through me. After all the girls I banged and
discarded, I deserve this. Karma, she really is a bitch. I won’t
let River see how affected I am.

“Hey, that’s
fine. I’m happy to fuck then bail.”

I turn and
leave her standing there. I search the house for my discarded
clothes, slipping into them as I make my way out the front door and
across the lawn. My front door isn’t locked as usual when I reach
my house. I swing it open, fall onto the couch and let my heavy
lids close.

“Sam.”

I feel Jasper
poking me with his foot. I groan and stretch out my stiff limbs.
“Fuck off.”

“It’s noon,
man. You’ve been crashed for hours, your brother wants
feeding.”

I look up to
see Jasper and Jase standing there, dressed and looking at me
expectantly. I rub my hands down my face.

“Okay, okay, we
can go somewhere for lunch.” I rise to a sitting position. “Where’s
Mom?”

“She left
before Jase woke up.”

I look to
Jasper; he’s shaking his head and holding a finger to his mouth. My
brow furrows in confusion.

“Okay, let me
change, buddy.”

Jase grins and
I stand and rub my hand over his messy blonde hair. I climb the
stairs, pulling my shirt over my head and dumping it in the laundry
basket on the landing. I walk into my room and stop dead at my
reflection in the mirror. My body is covered in scratches and
hickeys. I turn to see River’s claw marks down my back, and a smile
plays on my lips. I finally got to be with her, and she was more
than any fantasy I ever had. Her body, her touch. Fuck, she was
unreal and so animalistic. My dick twitches just thinking about
her. But then she shrugged me off like I’m no one to her and that
fucking hurts more than I can bear. It leaves a lonely feeling
punctured straight through to my soul.

“Holy fucking
shit,” Jasper whispers as he closes my bedroom door behind him.
“You look like you’ve been in fight with a tiger!”

I can’t help
the smile that spreads across my face.

“No wonder we
couldn’t wake you up this morning! Shit!”

I pull a shirt
from the rack in my wardrobe and slip it over my head.

“So?” he
asks.

I raise an
eyebrow. “So what?”

He chuckles.
“Don’t leave me wondering, man! It’s bad enough knowing I can’t
make a play for that hot body.”

My heart begins
to thud hard, and my fists clench. I hate hearing him talk about
her like that. I want to throttle him. I exhale the aggression from
my body. God, she has me in knots and about to kill my best friend
for nothing. She doesn’t give a shit about me. I let the Sammy that
moved on and moved away take back over me, and I grin. “She likes
it rough, and she’s insatiable.” I rub my hands through my hair.
“I’ve never fucked that hard or come that much before.”