You And Me

Chapter 5

ANNABELLE'S POV

I want my man.

I can't stop crying.

I hear my front door open and slam shut. It's midnight. I'm on the couch with my car against Ace's fur, crying.

My puppy hasn't moved. He's been licking at me.

I don't look up when my door slams because I know who it is.

I feel his arms grip my waist. He pulls me up and into his lap. I just bury my face in his chest. His fingers tangle in my hair and he just holds me. I scoot closer to him and just cry.

"I'm so sorry." he mumbles.

"Just stop talking." I mumble. "I just want you to hold me."

"Okay." he whispers. "But I didn't cheat on you."

"I know that, but you still didn't tell me." I pull away. "I just want to know why. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to see you like this." he whispers.

"I'm like this because you don't trust me! You lied to me, Noah!" I shout at him, standing up.

He stands up, too.

I've never actually raised my voice at him. Last time we fought was just us being childish because he was mad I wanted him to stay in England and finish college.

"When? I told you the truth! I told you-"
"When I walked in to that bitch in front of you, you told me that you guys didn't kiss, but you fucking did! You kissed and you lied about it!"
"It's not like it was real!" he yells back. "I pushed her off!"
"Then why did you lie about it?" I shout back.

"Because I was scared to lose you, dammit!" he yells.

"Then you should have fucking told me the truth! How the hell am I supposed to believe you if you're going to lie?"

"I don't fucking know! Dammit! I don't want her! I want you!"

"Well I don't who the believe! Why'd you lie to me?" I shout at him.

"Because I don't want to lose you! It meant nothing!"

"Prove it!" I shout at him. "You lie-"

I'm shocked when he shoots forward and grabs my waist, lifting me against him. He slams me against the wall, his mouth attacking mine. He starts to carry me somewhere, kissing me frantically. He bites my bottom lip and drops me on the bed. His fingers yank off my shirt. His fingers grope at my back and he roughly yanks the zipper down.

Shit, he's so rough. I love it.

He pulls my bra over my head without even unclasping it, and pulls my panties down. He pulls his shirt off, and his jeans, and his boxers. His lips work roughly against mine. I'm already wet as hell. I moan loudy as his hands massage my breasts, his mouth sucking on my neck.

"You can't," I gasp. "Give me a hickey."

He moves down to my breasts and sucks on my nipples. I moan wildly. He sucks on multiple different spots on both breasts. I scoot down a little and press my wet, heated core against his, grinding my clit against his shaft. He moans with me.

"Baby, I want you so fucking bad." he whines.

"No." I mumble. He licks at my breasts.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he mumbles.

"I want you to come on me. Wherever you want, and then I want you to lick it off." I moan, grinding against him harder.

He groans. "Well I'm about to come baby." he mumbles. He sits back. His hands swipe my wetness off of me and he uses it as a lubricant. I watch in awe as he glides his hand up and down his shaft, quickly, and then he releases and cums all over my breasts.