past//present

past//present-11

The scenes of last night flashed through your mind as you laid next to a sleeping Eric snuggled into your chest. His warm breath brushing against your neck with every sigh. You were safe.

Taking off his shirt, pausing to take in his tattoos, running your fingers over them. Feeling his eyes on yours as they flashed over the different colors and lines etched into his skin. His freckles. Him brushing his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face.

You gently rubbed his back and his arms held you tightly against him. You were safe.

He was getting impatient. You were teasing him slightly. His hand resting against your throat, trying to gain his dominance. You gently grabbed his hand and brought his fingertips to your lips and kissed them. Slowly. After kissing his pinky, he brought his index back and you slowly sucked on it. Torturing him. His eyes fluttered shut and a low moan escaped him.

The sun was shining through the cracks in the curtains. His face was expressionless. The sadness that normally lingered in the shadows of his mind was no longer present in this resting state. There was a hickey forming on the side of his throat. It made you feel good to have the smallest claim on him. You were safe.

It was his turn. His hand found it's way around your throat again, this time turning your face to the side so that your neck was exposed. His lips ever so lightly touched your collarbone and sent chills all down your body. He liked the way your body reacted to him. He kissed your neck, gently and slowly, making his way up to your chin. Forcing you to look in his eyes. They were almost completely dark. He was bending over. His eyes never leaving yours. His fingers trace down the back of your thighs until he picked you up. Throwing you back on your bed.

You slowly snuck out from under him, leaving his warmth behind. Going to the second warmest, safest place. The shower. You were safe.

He put both of your wrists above your head with enough force to tell you to leave them there. Slowly going down your body. Kissing and biting. Agonizingly slow he took off your leggings. Even worst yet, your panties. You knew they were soaked. He slid a finger in you without warning and exited just as quick. Putting his finger in his mouth and sucking it clean. Repeating the process but instead putting his finger in your mouth. "Clean it." You wanted to do whatever he told you to do. As a reward, his mouth found your center.

You started the water, waiting for it to heat up and went to get a glass of water. The house was quiet but felt like home. It was quiet but it wasn't lonely. You were safe.

Your hands found their way into his hair without your control. He stopped. No, please don't stop. His big hands cupped both yours. Putting them back above your head. "Leave them there." You nodded but knew you weren't going to listen that easily. He went back to your center. Your high was building immensely. Smirking, your right hand gently tugged on his hair. Encouraging but also not listening. He stopped again. More patient. More stern. "I'm not going to tell you again." He put them back up there.

The hot water ran down your body in a soothing fashion. Your muscles were sore. It was washing away the mess from the night before. You stood there letting it wash away everything. You were safe.

He's flipping you over. "I warned you. Now you have to be punished." He pulled your hips toward him and you teased by leaning too far backwards, your ass grazing him through his pants. His left hand rested on your ass before coming down fast. You bit your lip to keep any sounds from escaping. He spanked you again. It hurt so good. You're his good girl.

The door creaked open before a sleepy looking Eric opened the shower door to join you. You couldn't help but smile at the company and moved to let him have the water. You were safe.

He left for a moment. Getting undressed himself. Opening a wrapper. You stayed put. Your skin slightly burning from your punishment. He centered himself at your entrance, asking for permission. "Please" it was a whimper. He slammed into you and a scream rose from you. He grabbed your throat. Choking you. It felt good being his. The high was building quickly inside of you. You wished you could look at him. As a moan left your lips a grunt left his. He was going faster. You arched as much as you could. You wanted all of him.

You started making breakfast for the two of you while he sat at the island, keeping you company. Talking about the day ahead of you both you invited him to come to the studio with you. You already had some thoughts of a new song. This was going to be the song and you already knew it. You cheered together as he tried to flip the pancakes in the pan and made it. You were safe.
You checked your phone and noticed the story had posted of the assault. Ricky's face was all over the article but painted him in the correct light. You noticed the pain in your eyebrow for the first time and his words played in your mind again.
"That's right, Summer. Everyone leaves you because they all realize what a piece of shit you are."
You started breathing heavy and it felt like the room was closing in on you. You couldn't stop playing everything that happened between the two of you. Ricky smashing your phone on multiple occasions because someone said something to you he didn't like. Him smashing your car window. Him grabbing your wrist too tight. Him cheating on you with a chick in the same house as you.
"Summer, Summer" you heard Eric's words but they seemed far away. "Summer it's okay. You're safe."