Cold Hearted

•First Time•

{•edited•}
~Ida's POV~

I let my dad standing there in shock after I raced upstairs, my loud footsteps the only sound in the entire house. I know my mom will need an explanation soon for my actions, but I hope she'll be on my side. My dad and I have always been two peas in a pod, but the longer I think about it, the more I realize he just controlled my every action and choice.
I lock my bedroom door and strip out of my cardigan. I can hear my heartbeat in my ear and damn is it annoying. My phone going off takes my mind off the argument. Looking down I'm shocked to see Santiago's contact.
As soon as I pick up my heartbeat gets louder and pounds harder in my chest. "Hello?" I say, trying to conceal my nerves.
"Hey," he says, his voice thick. I sit down on the edge of my bed, releasing a deep breath. He sounds nothing like how he did at the party. His voice is back to that smooth tone he naturally has underneath its depth. "You're home right?" He asks.
"Y-Yeah," I stutter.
"Can you open your window?" I look over. "I'm outside." What the flip flap patty whack?! I shoot up and rush over to the window, opening it. Last year my dad put in a small balcony that connects with a stairway up so I could sit outside and read; my mom uses it more than I do.
The other line goes dead as I start to hear the side gate rattling and running footsteps. The anticipation of why he's here is killing me. No way he would come here to get another blow at me; his voice was nicer. I'm so freaking pathetic, playing mind tricks on myself because of his freaking voice!
I pop my head out and see him coming up the stairs as quietly as he can. His hair is messier than it was an hour ago and his eyes are glossy. I step back to give him room to climb through.
"I'm surprised I got through this," he says with a groan, closing it again so it doesn't get hot. I stand awkwardly in front of him, waiting for an explanation. I literally just got in an argument with my dad about him, came in the house bawling my eyes out because of him, and now he's standing in my bedroom.
"Why are you here?" I ask, taking deep breaths. He sighs, looking me in the eyes.
"I want to explain," he says. "I've been treating you like shit, more so than you deserve to be treated. You made a small and quiet mistake, but I took whatever I was doing too far." It's suddenly very stuffy in the room. Maybe I should have left the window open. Stop trying to distract yourself. "I-wait, is your door locked?" I nod. "Are your parents home or awake?" I nod again. "Fuck. I don't want to get you in trouble."
"It's fine. They won't hear anything," I tell him, needing an explanation.
"I'm scared right now," he says. "I've lost so many people, and now my parents on in that list. The other day I wasn't feeling good and you know what I almost did? I called dad to ask what medicine to take. I broke down crying when I realized. I don't want anyone else leaving me. When you said what you did that day I thought I lost you. Then when I realized that I hadn't, I wanted you to be so you never could. B-but I need someone right now and you-"
"It's okay," I tell him, making him stop. His large hand rests at my hip as he steps closer to me. I glance down at his hand, not sure if I should move away or let it rest there. All I want to do is wrap my arms around his neck and hold him as if they'll put all his pieces back together.
    "I didn't mean what I said. I just want wanted to push you away. You're special to me, so fucking special, you have no idea. You've always been the one constant thing in my life," he says, choking up. I reach up and cup his face in my small hands. "You mean the world to me."
     I don't know if it was his sweet words or how scared he looked that made me yank him closer for me to press my lips against his. They're soft and warm. He pulls me closer to I'm pressed fully against him. The height difference makes it a little hard, so I force myself away and sit down on my bed. Is this giving him the wrong idea? Is this even the wrong idea?
     I can't deny how much I want him, not anymore. He leans over me, staring intensely into my eyes. His gaze makes me want to move away, but I'm just not used to being looked at with such...want. He wants me. He always has and I want him too. It's taken me too damn long to come to terms with that, but I'm fine being my father's puppet. If I believe something is good for me, that we're good for each other, I should take that chance.
     He brushes my hair out of the way as he presses me down against the mattress, his body against mine once again. He's not giving me his full weight, keeping himself up on his elbows. The muscles in his arms pop out in their flexing position. My hands trail up his arms, craving to feel him anywhere I can.
      "Your parents can't just walk in here can they?" He asks, trailing his kiss down my neck. I tilt my head back to give him better access, my hands finding their way under his shirt. The definition and hardness of his abs make me lust for him more. He chuckles, his calloused hands resting on the exposed skin of my waist.
    "Feel something you like?" He teases. I take my hand away from under his shirt. "I'm kidding. Molest me all you want, I won't press charges." How relaxes he sounds makes me smile. He hasn't sounded like this in weeks. He grips my thigh, pushing my leg further from the other. The position makes me nervous, but I like it.
    I can feel him even though his jeans. He continues his sweet torture down my neck to the tops of my breasts. I hold him by the loops of his jeans. A small moan leaves my lips as he grinds against me. This dress is doing nothing for me right now. I don't even know what he meant when he was talking about it earlier, just that he didn't like it.
    "I want you," I say quietly. He sits up, all his movements stopping expect his thumb skimming my waist. Even that small action is enough to almost make me cling onto him. His eyes burn into mine, almost as if he's looking for assurance in them.
    "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that." He strips out of his shirt, exposing his fit body to me. My eyes snake down his appearance, wanting to touch him, but not having the guts. It's not that he embarrassed me moments ago, I just would rather not.
      He hesitantly starts lifting the dress further up my body, not sure of my response if he just whips it off. I sit up the best I can under him and remove it, my hair falling in front of my face. He laughs while my face grows as red as a tomato. His eyes darken when I lay back down.
    "God damn," he growls, tearing his eyes away from my baby blue lace undergarments. They're definitely nothing I personally would have picked out, but Eliza got them for me for my last birthday and they were the only ones that wouldn't show under my dress. I'm now very thankful to have them.
     Soon we're completely bare to one another, our naked bodies pressed tightly against the others. I'm trying to ignore the banging in my chest from the situation. I don't want my fear and insecurity to drive me away from this.
     I can feel him against my stomach as he devours my lips, kneading my breast in his rough hand. I'm not as scared by his size as I was the first time I saw him, but it's still very intimidating to someone as small as me.
     "You sure?" He asks. I nod, my breaths are heavy. His hand leaves my breasts and goes down to my aching core, just barely me. My body jerks slight as he applies pressure to my clit, a smirk playing on his face. I probably look like a mess. "You're so wet for me," he whispers in my ear, middling on my earlobe. I raise my hips, grinding against him. He grabs my waist, forcing my movements to stop.
     He runs himself up and down my slit, stopping himself out of nowhere. "Is there any chance you have a condom nearby?" He asks with a nervous chuckle. I shake my head, swallowing down my nerves.
    "I'm been birth control for the past year, so it should be fine," I tell him. He nods, spreading my legs further apart. I look up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths. My heart stops when I feel him pressed against my opening. Santi's vigorous eyes meet mine.
     "If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me." I nod, biting my lip. Him stretching me out is a pain I've never experienced. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, but it's still very painful. I blink away tears, looking away from him. I don't want to make a fool of myself from crying. Why can't this just be like the movies where he sticks it in and they just get to it?
      "Santi," I wince, clenching into his biceps. He stills himself, looking down at me to figure out what's wrong. "Just do it fast," I tell him, waiting the pain to be over with. He's hesitant but drives himself in with a hard thrust. She squeezes my eyes shut, my whole body tensing.  
     "I'm sorry," he says. I lift my hands and run my fingers through his messy hair.
    "You can move. I'll be fine," I tell him. He whispers sweet things in my ear as he starts a slow pace. A tear escapes my eye from the searing pain. Will I even be able to walk tomorrow after this?! He speeds up, making me wince loudly. "Slow. Please, please go slow. It hurts." He wipes my tears as goes back to his pace before.
     The pains slowly fade into pleasure, him pumping inside me and his lips on mine sending me into pure bliss. My hands roam over his muscular back and arms, trying to keep my moans quiet.
     "If your parents weren't home, I would have you screaming my name," he tells me. An unfamiliar feeling in my lower stomach grows stronger, leaving me a whining, moaning mess. By now his thrusts become harder, I can tell he likes it.
    "Santi," I moan, way louder than I intended. He nibbles on my neck, pushing me closer to the edge. "I'm close."
     "I know, so am I." My nails dig into his shoulders. This feeling is uncomfortable but also feels so good. My back arches off the bed as he repeatedly curses my name, his movements getting sloppy. I clench around him, finally reaching my climax.
    "Ida...fuck." His grip on me is painful as he cums inside me. He rolls onto his side, not pulling out. I take deep breaths in an attempt to control my breathing. He closes his eyes, doing the same. He rubs my legs that's thrown over his waist, making small circles. "That was...way better than I imagined it." Should I feel uncomfortable by the fact that he just admitted to fantasizing about me?
    "It was nice."
    "Just nice?" He asks, his eyes shooting open. I giggle, brushing his hair from his forehead. "You're the most beautiful women I've ever seen." He presses his lips to my neck, sucking where he has learned in my sensitive spot. A sigh, rolling my hips against him, forgetting he's still inside me.
    "You can stop being so sappy now. You already got me in bed," I joke. He shakes his head, pulling back. I trace the tattoo on his ribcage.
    "I'm just stating facts."

AN: Aaannnddd that's a wrap for this chapter 😀 I really hope you guys enjoyed! I'm going to try and edit all the past chapters and this one today 👌🏼 Our girl finally got that good good 😂 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: What do you think will happen with them now? What side of Santi or Ida would you like to see?
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