Psychic Chick
Part Two: The Rising Threat
Chapter Fifty Six: Anger, Hurt and Apologies
Main POV
We stood out in the street in front of Renji's house, staring at each other. The guy really needed to work on his self worth, I couldn't keep assuring him he was good enough, he needed to tell him he was good enough. He needed to feel it. He moved his hands up from my wrists to hold my upper arms instead. He gazed down into my eyes before yanking me forward and pulling me towards a deep kiss. Our lips fought each others while we tried to reclaim all the land we'd lost in our battle against trust and value. I reached forward and gripped his shihakusho top, holding him to me. One of his hands made its way to my hair, griping almost too tightly at the strands. His grip on my arm didn't let up either. I pulled away for hear with a gasp.
"Renji," I said and was ignored.
His head went for my neck instead, kissing the flesh deeply. He nipped at the skin, sucking dark marks onto the pale canvas. My voice cracked. I ripped his shihakusho open. His hands were down at my thighs and dragging my body up his to meet him. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and he carried me inside, kicking the door shut with a slam.
He pressed me up against the wall and I shoved his shihakusho top off his shoulders and dropped it to the ground. He tugged my t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the ground next to his top. He ripped through the fabric of my bra (literally) and threw that on the ground two. His mouth was on my breasts in seconds and I whined. He pushed me harder against the wall and ground our hips together, I felt his hardening member between my legs and I let out a soft cry. I reached for the ties on his hakama pants and he pulled my hands way.
"No," he said.
Renji went for the buttons on my jeans and undid them, pulling them down my legs and dropping them in the growing pile on the floor. His hand stroked the lace of my panties before his fingers dove beneath them. I whined out when he stroked me. He dipped his digits inside me and walked them up my inner walls. I threw my head back against the wall and raked my fingers down his chest.
"Ask me," he said and I cried out.
"Ask you what," I gasped out.
"You wanna cum don't you?" He asked.
"Jesus Christ Renji!" I cried out angrily. "You wanna play games with me now?"
"Tina," he growled. I felt my skin burning.
"Fine," I growled back. "Please Renji."
"Do better," he ordered.
"Please Renji," I cried out. "I wanna cum."
He circled his thumb on my clit as he fingered me and I shook around his hand. I cried out and came hard moments later. I launched myself at his lips and pressed my mouth to his, kissing him roughly. He pulled his hand out of my panties and brought it up between us. He pulled away from my face and put his fingers in his mouth, humming appreciatively at the taste.
"Do you want me?" He asked.
"Yes," I gasped.
He tore off my panties and left them in a tattered mess on the floor. He thrust up into me and I cried out, holding onto him for dear life. I gripped his back and raked my nails down it as he rocked into me hard and fast. I tried to match him with my hips but all that happened was that I thrashed wildly under him. He groaned as I scratched deeply down his back and I cried out everytime he slammed into my spot.
"Who does this to you?" He asked.
"You do," I whined.
"You're so wet, who's that for?" He asked.
"All for you," I cried out.
"Am I the only one for you?" He asked me.
"Yes!" I screamed. "Renji I'm gonna..ah~ I'm gonna cum for you."
"Cum for me," he demanded and I shook around him.
"Tina," he growled as he shuddered before me.
He rested his head on mine, panting as we regained ourselves. This wasn't really how I saw our argument going to be honest. I couldn't tell how I felt about the outcome. Tired, I felt tired. My eyes felt heavy. I rested my head on his shoulder. He stroked through my hair.
"Take me to bed," I whispered.
He nodded and scooped me up bridal style and carried me through to the bedroom, pulling back the sheets and dropping me down. I heard him ditch his hakama pants and climb in beside me, pulling the blankets over us and holding me tightly. I'd have to talk to him more seriously when I woke up.
The air felt cold. I opened my eyes to the site of moonlight bathing the room in a soft glow. The sheets felt crisp on my naked skin. I was laying on my stomach, face resting lightly on the pillow before I pushed myself up softly to look around. Renji was beside me, also laying on his stomach and snoring softly. I thought back to this evening just passed and what had happened. I'd confronted Renji and then he'd confronted me, I found out he was completely insecure and was suspicious of my Captain and that he was a weird dominant side in the bedroom.
I didn't know if I liked that or not. I loved the game, the playful competition we had going when we had sex, the soft, loving, passionate sex. This new asking permission to come and being pinned up against the wall thing. I mean sure I came but I don't know I'd want to do it like that again.
"Hey," Renji whispered, waking up and seeing me sitting up and staring at him.
"Hey," I croaked.
"What's up?" He asked. "Can't you sleep?"
"We really need to talk about the last few days, properly," I replied. "And without the random interlude of rough hate sex."
"That wasn't hate sex," Renji sat up beside me. "Probably angry sex but I wouldn't call it hateful. I love you Tina."
"Listen," I said. "You've got a lot of issues, I mean I have my own too, but we've go to work on these insecurities about what you can give me and whether you can protect me or not. I want you, you know I do, but we can't keep arguing and fighting because you feel threatened by someone else. I'm never going to leave you but I want you to trust me and you're never going to be able to until you start believing in yourself. Until you start feeling like you are enough."
"Tina.." He said.
"And I don't think I like the sex we just had," I told him. "I'm not upset with you over it, I just doing want to do it like that again. Your dominant side, I didn't like it. When we have sex, I love the way you look at me, in that adoring way you do. The way you cradle my head and hold me tightly. The passionate way you kiss me. When we had sex in that magic hot spring, we got a little hot and heavy, rough even, but there was love there. If you're angry or hurting like that, don't touch me."
"Did I scare you?" He asked me seriously.
"You didn't exactly scare me," I explained. "But the way I feel now, afterwards, I don't like it."
"Alright," he nodded. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry about what I said the other day, about you not being there when I needed you," I told him. "I was hurting and that's no excuse, but I didn't mean it. You're there when it matters, and I wasn't angry with you back then and I'm not angry with you now."
"I know," he picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles softly. "Truth is I know you love me, but I left the fear that I'm not good enough, the fear that one day I could lose you, I let that feeling rule me."
"I know," I nodded. "And I wish you didn't."
