A Stormy Love

Chapter 15

*6 months after Jaocob's death*

I've been staying at Dave's house ever  since the love of my life's passing...I haven't even stepped foot in Jake's apartment since I heard the bad news.

Life was starting to get back to normal; or at least that's what I told myself, unfortunately it hasn't been easy to get over. Dave has been wonderful to me though, I couldn't ask for a better friend.

It was an unbearable hot day: almost 35 degrees. I wanted to let Dave be alone, since he had some business deals to go through now that their band was over. All the boys were particualrly moody these days. Jobless and all, which is understandable. I hated when Dave was mad. He was hardly ever like that, so it was so strange seeing the nicest man alive yell all the time.

On the other hand, the way profanities spilled out of his mouth, how his arms would flex from tightening his fists, and how his lower lip was permanently between his teeth as he paced the floor...it gave me the chills. It made me want him, especially now since he has been mad all day.

After a long run on a hot day, I walk in panting. Taking the headphones out of my ears, I notice the back door was open. "Dave are you home?" I call out. He probably just needed some fresh air.

I set the water to cold, it felt so perfect. I felt the water hit all the right places and my body started to tingle. My hands traveled down to the throbbing area, rubbing slowly in circles. I sit down with my legs spread and let the water hit my clit as two fingers disappeared inside me. The moans bounced off the shower walls, not worrying since Dave was outside...as so I thought.

As I was in the middle of reaching my climax, I heard the bathroom door creak open.

“[Y/N]! Guess what! I --"

His face was red and his knuckles turned white and his eyes widened, watching me trying to cover myself up.

He shoves the shower door aside and grabs my arm. Pulling me out, I almost slip on the tile and he drags me downstairs. As we're right in the middle of main floor of the house he yanks a chair from the table forcing me to sit. I was still dripping wet and I watch him as he walks outside to pull out rope from a table along with duck tape.

My entire body froze and I was too stunned to talk. His frustration was building by the second. He grabs my arms and brings them behind me, tying the rope tight enough so that I couldn't free myself.

Finally I am able to spit some words out, “Fuck David, what’s going on!”

“Don't ask questions. You've been bad,” He says, putting a piece of duct tape over my mouth. I was completely vulnerable.

He kneeled on the floor so his head why a few inches from being right inbetween my legs. “So tell me, [Y/N]. First you leave and don't tell me where you're going and then you touch yourself in the shower without even saying hello first? This is the thanks I get for letting you stay at my house? What do you have to say for yourself?”

As he was talking, his hands slid up slowly starting at my ankles. All I could do was whimper, the tape vibrating against my lips.

“No answer? What am I going to do with you?”

He lifts off his shirt and hovers over me, almost sitting on my lap. He places his hand behind my neck, forcing me to look at him. I've never seen him like this; the hunger in his eyes was rare, and the temperature of his body was elevating quickly.

He gave a hard nip on my collar bones and places both hands on my breasts, beginning to pinch my nipples. As he pulled them roughly, a light feeling of pain traveled out my mouth.

I wish I could touch him. I needed my hands all over him; I wanted to run my fingers over his chest, I wanted to touch his thin lips with my fingertips, to kiss his jaw, and to suck on that neck of his that was always exposed.

“Are you ready to apologize yet?”

I nodded my head as my eyes begging and my chest breathing rapidly. He knew I couldn’t answer, knowing just how to push my limits.

“You know it’s not polite to ignore someone”

His hands start to travel up to my thighs, and forces my legs apart, exposing what I needed him to touch the most.

“So baby, do you have a reason why you’ve been so naughty lately?”

I widened my eyes hoping that if I looked somewhat innocent, he would stop the teasing and get straight to the point.

“Now I know this wasn’t the shower that made you this wet” he says biting his lip, being a complete tease.

He slides a finger down my clit and my hips instantly buckle from the sensitivity. I feel his finger travel up inside me, using his thumb to rub my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut in the pleasure, craving to take the rope off; just so I can jump on top of him. His fingers got faster, making my breathing do the same. I wanted to kiss him terribly, with his lips a deep shade of red from his anger, driving me wild. My moans echoed louder as he got faster and faster. And an evil grin appeared on his face; I could tell he was loving every minute of it.

He takes his jeans off in a rush, along with his boxers, letting out his hard dick. He lifts me up just enough for him to fit perfectly under me. Sitting down facing towards me, he lifts me just above his tip. He lets go and I drop on him, as he instantly starts to thrust in and out of me. My stomach started to cringe and my body became weak.

He saw I was cumming, at the exact same time he was. He rips the tape off of my mouth and my head drops to his shoulder, moaning uncontrollably as he rode me through my orgasm.

“Fuck” Dave panted.

He placed his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes.

“Sorry babe, I was just really angry”

“I can tell” I respond, giving him a deep kiss; both of us giggling between each others lips.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Oh, no. In fact, the exact opposite.

What does this mean? Are me and Dave a thing now? ... I'm not even over Jake yet...