Wanted

•Cuffed•

       {•edited•}

                       ~Atticus's POV~

         Hesitantly, I hold my wrists out to her, questioning if that is a good idea. Once these cuffs are on it's up for to her to take them off. It's awkward as hell to have to call Tobias to uncuff me. I've had to save him in a few awkward situations, but I don't want to be the one in his shoes.
    "Take your shirt off first," she says, backing away from me. I sit up, unbuttoning the buttons that seem to go on forever as fast as I can. Her dark eyes follow my fingers down, grinning sexily. I set my shirt to the side, throwing off my wife-beater as well. She opens them cuffs, eyes widening when they slide open. "I've never held handcuffs before for a good reason."
    "This is a good reason to you?" She rolls her eyes, grabbing my arm and putting it above my head. When she starts cuffing me I realize how uncomfortable the position I'm in is. My shoulders were already sore, now their gonna be burning.
     "This is just a taste of your own medicine," she says with a smile. My eyes narrow, trying to figuring out what she could be getting at. I handcuffed her that night simply to do it, and she liked it. That wasn't "medicine".  "It's not fun."
    "You liked it," I say. She giggles, leaning down. "They're a little tight." She gives me a hard peck, eyes clouded with lust.
    "So is something else, so shh," she says, putting her finger to her lips. I press my lips together, relaxing my hands. She moves positions again, this time straddling my torso, each leg on either side of me. Her eyes lock with mine, running her hands down her body, starting at her lips and stopping at the hem of her tank top. Taking it off, she throws it to the side.
     Looking up at her in this position makes me wish I could move my hands to touch her. Everything in me wants to run my hands over her body, make her feel good. Her red bra brushes her breasts up, the color looking amazing with her skin.
     She bends down, pressing her soft lips against mine. My hands move by instinct, the cuffs pinching my wrists. I wince, giving her the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. She grinds her hips against my hardened crotch, moving her right hand up and down my chest and abs. She moans into my mouth, brows furrowing in pleasure.
    "I maybe should have waited to put your hands up," she says, lips brushing against mine. Her breath grazes my skin, my stomach muscles tightening. I raise up my head, my lips meeting hers again. I can't handle the grinding without anything else, my body worrying against my mind.
     Her tongue lances with me, fingers pulling at my hair. Her moans are quiet, filling the room with the beautiful sound. She grinds herself harder against me, tugging on my lip with her teeth before slowly letting it go. Her eyes stay with mine, holding me captive.  
     Moving her hands, she rubs my obvious bulge, smirking. "You're so hard," she says, her voice changing again. This time it's unlike anything I've heard from her. Swinging a leg over me, she sits up on her knees, undoing my belt; the sound of everything on it hitting the floor makes me jump. Once she has my jeans undone there's some relief.
    "Stop teasing," I say, my voice thick with want. Her fingertips trace the outline of my cock over my boxers, biting her lip. Her eyes travel to mine, her small hand slipping into my boxers and pulling me out. At this point, my breathing has become more rapid and the urge to move my hands has progressed.
      She wraps her hand around me, moving her hand up and down my shaft. A deep moan escapes from my throat before I can stop it. Smearing the precum over the top, she tightens her grip. Every muscle in my body tightens, my hands balling into fists. My nails dig into my palms.
    "Not fun, huh?" She says with a laugh. It's sensual, but still has humor in it. She looks back down at her hand. "Feel good?" I nod, biting down on my tongue. She slowly starts lowering herself down to laying position, her lips millimeters away from me. "I need words," she teases.
    "Yes." She kisses the head, my hips bucking at the contact.
    "You like my hand wrapped around you?" I groan, thrusting my hips into her pumping hand. "This is that same hand that held the gun to kill Pablo. The same hand that's wrapped around your cock." I'm sure her words are to get back at me for leaving, but they surprisingly turn me on. Maybe it's because I know it's wrong.
    "Fuck," I moan, feeling myself get closer. I accidentally pull at the cuffs, moving the headboard. She takes her hand away, watching as I let out a series of curse words. Now I get why she said what she did. This is her payback. 
    "Ask permission," she says, running the tip of her tongue from the base up. I take in a sharp breath as she takes me into her warm mouth, her tongue working its way around me. Being that she didn't let me cum before it's not long before I'm on the edge again.
    "I'm gonna cum," I tell her, feeling myself swell. She moves her mouth off of me again, wiping her mouth. "Are you serious?"
   "This is what you put me through all the time," she says, bringing herself up in her knees. She takes the shorts off with her black lace panties, after reaching behind her to take off her bra. She thankfully brings my jeans and boxers down until I can kick them off.
     Getting into straddling position, she places her hands on my chest, looking down nervously. My dick is so hard it hurts from the denial, also wanting to touch her more than ever. Everything about this is erotic and having the right effect on me.
    She takes a deep breath, lowering herself down onto me slowly, stopping and going. She puts her head down, letting out a sound that sounds like a sob. Finally having me fully inside her, she takes deep breaths. When she looks at me I can see the few tears that escape her eyes.
    "What's wrong?" I ask, knowing this shouldn't hurt. The position is new to her, but it should only be a mild stretch. She shakes her head, taking another breath.
    "I-I think I'm just hurt down there," she says.  She looks off to the side and grabs the key for the cuffs. The strong memory of what recently happened to her hits me, having forgotten what this could be like for her. The thought of this causing her pain didn't cross my mind.
    "Do you want to stop?" I ask, one of my hands now free from the cuffs. She sets my other one free as well, setting the key back down. She winces again, trying to move. "We should stop," I tell her.
     "No," she says, shaking her head. My hands rest on her thighs, my thumbs creasing her soft skin. "It'll pass. I don't want to stop," she says, moving her hips against me. She bites her lip, throwing her head back. I can't tell anymore if the noises leaving her are from pleasure or pain.
     "Tell me if you need to stop," I tell her. She nods, breasts moving up and down without movements. I thrust my hips up to meet hers. Bringing myself into a sitting position, she wraps her arms around me. My hands slip between us, grasping her breasts and massaging them.
    "Yes," she moans, brows pulled together. I love how she looks when we're like this. Relaxed, natural, comfortable. I want to know that I make her feel good and she never fails to let me know that I am.
     "Does it feel better?" I ask. She nods, holding onto me tightly.
    "Yes," she says. "God I love you," she moans, her lips moving against mine. My thrust comes to a dead stop, my arms letting off of her.
    "What did you say?" I ask. She looks off to the side awkwardly. Did she mean to say that? Does she mean it or was she referring to her sex?
    "That I love you," she says like it's nothing. My brows raise is a surprise.
    "You can't just say something like that during this," I tell her, placing my hands on her waist to keep her still. She lets out an irritated sigh, trying to move. Every time she does she winces, but it's mixed with a moan.
    "I've said it before, so it's not a big deal," she says.
    "When the HELL did you say it?!" I've never heard her tell me she loves me. If she had I totally missed it. I would much rather this not be during sex. Love is serious and that's something I have to think about. I know I love her, but I'm scared to because of the circumstances; none of this should be happening.
   "Do you not listen to me when I talk?" She asks, placing her hands on mine. She starts moving again before I can say anything back, licking her lips. She clenches around me, nails digging into my shoulders. Between how tight she is and her sounds I find myself falling over the edge quickly, moaning her name.
    The noise she lets out when she cums isn't what it normally is. Just like the moans, it's laced with pain. If she was in pain the entire time I hope she didn't keep going for my benefit.
    I roll into my side, pulling out of her. She takes deep breaths, her hands resting in her chest. Strands of her curly hair stick to her forward from sweat. Her eyes close.
   "Are you okay?" I ask. She nods, letting out a shaky breath. I reach over towards my nightstand and turn the light on. A gasp leaves Bex's lips as she looks down between her legs. I follow her gaze, seeing a small about of blood between her thighs. Looking down at myself, there's blood but very little.
    "Oh my god," she says, covering her face with her hands. "I'm sorry," she says.
   "It's fine," I tell her, moving the sheets out of the way. I reach over towards the end of the bed and grab my boxer briefs that didn't fall all the way to the floor. Getting up, I jog over to the bathroom and get a towel. "I didn't get blood on you did I?" She asks her face as red as tomatoes.
    "It doesn't matter. Are you okay?" I ask, giving her the touch. She cleans up between her legs and sets it on her lap, covering herself.
    "I'm okay. I don't know what happened," she says, looking completely confused.
    "Maybe you started your period unexpectedly?" She shakes her head. I remember her mentioning she was on her period a while back.
    "I think it's from...what happened," she says. "Not to make you uncomfortable, but he wasn't exactly small. I'm sure there's some scarring up there now that's sensitive." She closes her eyes again, bring her hand to her face. "It still hurts a little bit."
    "Is there anything I can do?" I ask. She nods, taking deep breaths before answering.
    "Anything hot that I can put on me," she says. I don't have a heating pad lying around surprisingly.
    "A bath? If you could get up?" She nods, trying to move her legs. Her face scrunches up in pain. "You sure that's all?"
    "Yeah," She says, putting pressure where it hurts with her hand. I turn around and start towards the back room. The different between lights in here and the room makes my eyes burn. I turn the water in, fixing the temperature to where it's not too hot but definitely not cold.
    She slowly walks into the bathroom, all her hair out of her bun now. I take her hand, helping her step into the tub that's only half full. Helping her lower herself down, she lets out a sob. She squeezes my hand, tensing then relaxing.
    "Is the water okay?" I ask. She nods, wiping her tears. I hate seeing her cry. I take the hair tie from her wrist and gather her hair. She sighs as I tie it up for her, relaxing again.
    "It's already feeling a little better," she says. "Thank you." I bend further down to kiss her. The taste of salt on her lips from crying doesn't bug me when I pull away.
   "I love you," I tell her, feeling my chest deflate from the relief of letting it out. I've been keeping it since she said it.
   "I love you too."

  AN: Sometimes I sit and think, "Hmm, maybe I shouldn't do all this horrible stuff to my characters," but then I go "Nah, it's not enough." Bex has been through too much lately. At least they finally said I love you 🙂 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
     Question: What do you think happened?