Trailer Park Girl | A Novella| Completed

RJ lies on...

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Mishka

RJ lies on his back, with my head against his chest, while his fingers run up and down my arm.

"I was scared. Scared I'd hurt you. Scared I did hurt you..." He breathes out. "Why didn't you tell me it hurt? Did it?"

"It did. But it felt good..." I whisper. "I didn't want it to stop..."

He looks down at me then slants his head to place his lips on mine. He breaks the kiss and stares me in the eyes. "You deserve gentleness. That's what you deserve, Mishka..."

"I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other..."

He gazes at me for a while before he leans up, and presses his face inside of his hands. "I don't know..."

I sit up and tilt my head to the side. "You don't know what?" I ask gently.

"I've never..." He swallows and looks over at me. "I've never had a girlfriend..."

My brows crease and smooth out again. "But there was...a pair of panties in your car."

"Yeah. I've fucked girls. But...I've never been committed to anyone. I've never had a real relationship. What if I don't know how to?"

"Rico wasn't a real relationship either. More like a business deal..." My lips pull at the corner as I run my hand along his sheets. Blood isn't on them anymore. He washed it, really clean. "I'll teach you. We can teach each other..."

"Okay..." He smiles. "That sounds good..."

"Really?" I grin, biting on my lip.

His eyes dip there. "Really..."

I blush.

He leans in and latches his lips onto mine again. When our mouths break away, I reach out and place my hand on his jeans. RJ stares at me, eyes filled with lust. I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my fingers around his length.

RJ sighs and closes his eyes.

"Is this okay?"

He nods and licks his lips. "Mm..." His throat bobs as I free him from his clothes.

His hooded-eyes position down, eyeing where my fingers are wrapped around his hard-on from under his lashes.

I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear and lean over, pressing my lips to his pink head.

He swallows, watching with squinted pupils as I cover him with my mouth.

"Bloody hell, Mishka..."

I bob up and down, and use my tongue along the underside of him. He swells inside of my throat, and I try to take more of him inside.

And then he quickly grabs my arm and lifts me up.

He positions me on my back on the bed and lowers himself between my legs.

I don't know when or how, but our clothes are off. Cold air meets my nipples and other private places.

RJ slides himself down the bed, and positions his head between my knees. He reaches up and squeezes one of my breasts while his mouth lowers on me, taking me to places I've never been to before.

I sigh, shutting my eyes as his cold tongue swathes down my opening, and up again. My eyelids flutter open and I peer down, seeing him pulling that bud between his lips. I almost convulse.

"Hold your lips open..." He says, and I don't think I understand.

"Mm?"

"Like this..." He uses two pairs of fingers to sink against my lower lips, pulling them in either direction.

"O-Okay..." I say softly, and place my fingers where his are.

He removes his hands and puts them on my red thighs again, spreading them farther apart.

I've never seen myself this open.

His fingertips sink into my skin, to the point it faintly aches, as he keeps me wide open. He laps his tongue against my sensitive nub, and I shut my eyes the tightest I've ever shut them.

He sucks my bundle of nerves like he's scooping up noodles or something, and no one has ever done that to me before. My head dizzies and fogs, and I tremble through a wave of intense pleasure. I can't keep my lower lips open and let them go, covering my face instead.

"I can't get enough of you..." RJ whispers, lifting his head and licking his lips.

He positions himself over me and spreads my legs. And then he enters me, much gentler now than the first time. Pleasure zaps all over my body.

"I'm sorry I wasn't gentle the first time..." he whispers as he slides in and then out of me.

I nod. "It's okay..." I manage to say.

He kisses me on my cheek. "You're so beautiful. You can never be ugly. You can never be stupid. I'm stupid...for saying those things to you..."

I shiver as he touches somewhere that sends a sweet feeling through my being. My legs become weak, and the world blurs.

He kisses me all over, plastering his lips against my sweaty body.

I close my eyes tightly. I won't last long.

Before I know it, I'm quivering around him, sinking my nails into his back.

He comes shortly after, panting and stiffening, a small grunt passing through his lips.

I smile in satisfaction.

•

We're sitting on the floor in the living room. JR is getting high, smoke surrounding him as he leans his head back against the sofa.

"I think about them every day, you know..." He says, staring up at the ceiling.

RJ and I sit across from him, against the longer sofa. RJ isn't smoking. Me neither.

"It's like a disease..." JR continues. "The guilt is a disease that eats away at my lungs. Faster than cigarettes could..." And he chuckles sadly.

Neither I nor RJ laugh.

JR sighs. "I want to get out of here. I want to be free."

"You can be..." I say. "You can be whatever you want to be..."

He looks at me, then cracks a grin, propping his head back against the couch and bringing his cigarette to his mouth. He dangles his head and stares back at the ceiling. "You're always so optimistic. No wonder I like 'ya..."

I smile a little.

RJ just stares at the ground, picking the threads from the stringy mat. He's not saying anything.

I stay over their house—choosing to spend the night. They aren't in their best moods. JR drinks and smokes himself tired then go to lock himself in his room.

RJ retires early. I offer we watch a movie, but he says he's a little tired.

I understand and we go to his room to sleep. In bed, I cradle him from the back, hugging him close to me.

Although he's tired, he isn't sleeping. His wife-beater-covered body lifts and falls with his steady breaths.

But he's sniffling, and another sniffle becomes a sob. Until he's fully crying.

I just hug him, and don't say anything.

Sometimes when there is nothing more to say, you can only offer your presence, your heart, and your love.