A Broken Life, A Broken Family
Chapter 11
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I jumped into Trunks open arms, and hugged him as if he was my only life source... Which I have realized that he is. I've seen so many girls try to commit suicide because the one they love has betrayed them or done worse. I wasn't one of them, but I knew that I wasn't far off. I wouldn't bring harm on myself for any man, but I would suffer. That's why I've held off commitments for so long. For fear of falling hard for someone who could easily break me, and throw me away without a second glance
"I take you forgave me for the incident," Trunks asked softly leaning down to kiss my cheek. I nodded feeling his muscles through his shirt, flex, and move. "Do you want me to take you home, so you could think about what I've asked?" he asked. I shook my head.
I have had a need for Trunks' body for a while now, and I wanted to clench that need. "I've already made my decision," I stated into his shirt, circling my arms around his waist.
"And what would that be?" he asked into my ear, since the club's music was still blazing.
"Lets get out of here... to a hotel," I said feeling him tense. I smiled that got him by surprise no doubt. I looked up to his face and found him looking at me intently. His eyes were a darker blue, and healed something I could identify as wild lust I must have had the same thing in my eyes, because 9before I knew what was happening he pulled me roughly into a kiss. One hand around my waist, and the other one behind my neck holding me tightly.
I was taken aback by the sudden force, and hunger that I didn't kiss back until I felt his tongue open my mouth. I felt his tongue invade my mouth, and willed mine to do something. Our tongues feverishly battled for domination, and ended up pulling away from lack of air. Ending the bliss equally.
He recovered first and glided his hand on my back lower to cup my buttocks. I jump when he gave me a squeeze, and kissed down my cheek to my neck. With every kiss there was a squeeze from him, and a gasp from me.
When I felt his hand on my buttocks go lower, and grip one of my inner thighs, I pushed away. "I would prefer we do this in a hotel room, instead of in public," I managed out breathless.
He smirked sexily at me, and walked back the arm-length distance I had managed to put in between us when I pulled away. I backed away slowly not knowing if I could stop us if he tried what he had moments ago.
His right arm encircled my waist once again, and pulled me against his body; allowing me to feel his stiff and ready member pressed firmly against my lower stomach.
"And by the feels of it... we better... hurry," I breathed out feeling overwhelmed, and dizzy.
"Are you sure," his hot breathe tickled my ear, and sent electricity up and down my spine. I nodded instantly. "Come on."
He pulled away from me hand still around half my body, and began moving through the cluster of people for the exit.
Once we got through the crowd, and into the fresh air, we moved quickly for where we had stationed the car. The garage was dark, and not many people were inside to retrieve their cars.
When we were getting ready to get in the Ferrari someone took hold of my shoulders, and pulled me away forcefully from my open door. I was so stunned, and shocked I didn't react when I saw them also pull a fighting Trunks out, and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the body a few times.
I felt the hands on my shoulders turn me around, and suddenly I was face to face with Goten. He didn't seem himself. His eyes seemed to burn with fire, and his mouth was in a sneer. This couldn't be Goten, he was just to frightening.
"Goten?" I gasped the question feeling his hand squeeze my shoulders a fraction above painful. He growled dangerously.
"I told you the first day you were out of the hospital to stay away from 'him', why did you not listen?" he emphasized 'him' as if Trunks was a disgusting thing.
I finally got over my shock a little, and snarled at Goten. No one had the right to tell me who the hell I can talk to, no one. I tried to look behind me where Trunks had been and found I couldn't move.
Goten's hand slid down to my upper arms he was practically digging his nails in my flesh, and it hurt. He shook me.
"Why?" he demanded. I'd never seen him so fierce, and I knew he wouldn't let me help Trunks up; he was still on the floor trying to breath after the blows to his stomach.
"I'm a grown woman," I snarled pausing, "it's my company not yours so mind your damn business... No one can tell me who the fuck I can see and talk to... no one," I snarled struggling with his hands that wouldn't budge away from my arms.
"You're acting like a fucking teenage girl with a crush," he snarled at me.
'He's right you are acting like a little girl with her crush,' I taught to myself. I shook my head. 'No I'm not!'
"Let me go," I struggled again, but this time he did let go making me stumble back.
"You don't understand Pan." He told me almost sadly shaking his head in disappointment. "Trunks is a lady's man. He knows what they want, and when he gets what he wants from them he throws them away. You are a fool if you trust him with anything, especially your heart," Goten said his fist clenching.
"He takes any woman he can get his filthy hands on, and fucks them... then he throws them away and finds his next prey. Do you think your any different from his other victim... do you really believe you're special to him. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, owner of one of the most money making company in the world, rivaling us... son of renounced boxer Vegeta, and brother to the snotty Bra Vegeta Briefs!" he practically screamed at me in his rage. He seemed to have problems breathing, and I realized for the first time my cheeks where wet. I was crying.
"Why do you hate him?" I asked trying to make my voice sound neutral but failing miserably, it cracked.
"Why Pan? Because he seduced my fiancée the day of the wedding..." he laughed softly but sadly before continuing. "He was my best man, my best friend until he seduced my fiancée... Paris. I loved her Pan, until I walked into the men's bathroom, and found her on the ground being fucked by 'him'," he pointed at Trunks, eyes full of hatred and rage.
"Pan?" I heard Trunks.
"Don't ever come near my niece again, bastard," Goten growled taking hold of my upper arm, and pulling me behind him. I cried out in surprise but didn't fight him.
"Pan don't let him poison you against me. It was a long time ago, I was young and stupid.... I've changed," Trunks said ignoring what Goten had said.
Goten snorted but said nothing.
"Pan? Pan please say something..." Trunks begged.
"I am sorry..." I said softly. "I am sorry I let this get so far, that I hurt a lot of people around me especially my uncle. I am sorry I didn't listen to Goten when he told me to stay away from you, but I'm especially sorry this has to end like this... I won't see you any more, and now that my uncle has given me my reason I had been curious to know, it would be wrong for me to come near you...Bye Trunks." I said turning away from both Goten, and Trunks and ran. I ran so fast, and so hard with my legs cramping as my stomach. I know there wasn't a reason for me to run, but I just wanted to get away I didn't want to hear Trunks or anyone else tell me I'm a coward, because that's what I fell like. I damn coward.
"Pan!" Goten and Trunks both called after me, but I kept running. I needed time alone without all this.
Once I was sure they wouldn't find me I slowed down into a jog, then a walk. I hate my guts, but I needed to get away from them. I walked for what seemed like hours until I heard someone else's footsteps behind me. Turning I found Trunks a few lards away from me, looking straight at me.
I turned away from him quickly and ran once again. I didn't want him near me, I wouldn't have control to turn him away twice. He had also began to run, but I was faster and managed to hide in some bushes of a public park. I stayed silent, and watched him pass me by.
Sighing heavily I moved to become more comfortable, but as I did I broke some branches under me, and made some noise getting his attention. I didn't move when I made the noise afraid he may hear if I moved again. But he didn't come back where I was. I couldn't find him to where he was, but he hadn't come back here.
I had hoped he hadn't heard me move, but obviously he had because next thing I knew he appeared behind me. Taking hold of both my arms making me scream in surprise when he pulled me up from the ground, and up against a near by tree. He made my back face the tree, and held both my hands on either side of my body.
I struggled against his hands holding mine, until his body crushed into mine to prevent me any further movement.
"Let me go! I made myself clear a few minutes ago," I growled trying to move but not successful.
"No!" he said kissing me full on the lips. "No Pan, I won't let you go that easily, I won't let you go," he growled and I felt him hard against my lower abdomen. I couldn't help myself! I began to grind against him.
His lips were still on my own when he talked. I felt his tongue flicker on my bottom lip asking for permission to enter my mouth. I couldn't resist, it was like I needed this and everything else didn't matter at the moment. So I allowed his eager tongue to ravish every part of my mouth.
He groaned and pushed me further, and firmer against the tree. "Do you want this?" he asked voice a growl, as he pulled away from the kiss.
"I can't think," and I couldn't. I didn't remember the reason I had been trying to struggle, all I remembered was that it was not the right thing to do.
"Do you want this?" he asked me again.
I couldn't say no, I couldn't remember why not, "I want this."
ï¸ï"!LEMON!" (If you don't like it skip down. ï)ïï¸
One of his hands let mine loose, and traveled down the length of my body, and finally stopping at the edge of my skirt. Pulling my skirt up and around my waist I felt the cool breeze of the night air, and shivered. Now both his strong hands were holding both my thighs tightly. I could feel all the power in his hands alone and knew my thighs would be bruised in the morning.
His left hands slid from my thigh to the side of my panties. The silk tore with a wet sound like skin being cut. My body jerked as he stripped the silk away and pressed the rough material of his pants against me. He ground himself against me until I cried out in need... Real raw need.
He moved back away from me slightly just enough so that he could tear at his pants. The belt opened, the button, the zipper, everything slid down until I saw him nude for the first time. He was long and thick, and perfect. He slid a finger inside of me. It made me cry out, bending my knees for I couldn't stand anymore.
He caught me in time, and laid me on the ground. We where covered by the bushes, so even if someone walked by, they wouldn't see us.
There was a moment where I looked into his eyes, and I saw the same stricken need in his eyes that I felt in mine. You couldn't seduce without being seduced.
He made a small sound low in his throat and kissed me again. I ate at his mouth, one hand going to the ponytail holder that held his hair back. I jerked it out, spilling his shoulder-length hair around my face like a silken lilac curtain. I plunged my hands into his hair, two fistfuls of it, held tight, while I explored his mouth. His finger kept moving up and down, in and out my virginal lips, I pulled his hair gently but firmly every time his finger thrust into me.
His free hand tried to reach down my shirt to my breast, but the shirt was still too tight. He pulled at the cloth, and my body jerked with the force of it as the cloth ripped, and his hand spilled inside my bra.
The touch of his hand on my breast jerked my head back, freeing my mouth from his. I couldn't think... fuck I could barely breathe.
Trunks' mouth bit gently on my breast, and I cried out, lifting my hips to his, and feeling his arousal harder if possible. Why was he torturing me when he needed this as badly as me?
I looked down at him as he drew my nipple into his mouth. It felt as if his mouth drew on a hot line that went directly from my breast to my groin. Our eyes met as he looked up the line of my body, I recognized that look strong lust and a promise of much more sex. That alone tore gasps from my throat, and writhe under his touch.
"Trunks, please...please," I gasped removing my hands from his hair, to grasp the grass next to each side of my head. I heard myself asking begging for him to stop his torture and relieve both our needs. He seemed not to hear me until I let a gasp escape my lips, and he looked up at me.
"Please, Trunks," I whispered opening my eyes, not remembering when I closed them. "Please I need you now."
He chuckled softly making his way up from my breast, and hovering over my face. He was on top of me on all fours. Both hands had left my their forbidden locations and came up to hold his weight up on the ground on either side of my head. His legs found the way in between my legs, making my legs open wide to both side of his body.
Our eyes met as I looked up at him, and in one swift motion he was inside me. I groaned in pain and pleasure. He was big, and this was only my second time having sex. My first time had been with Mike, but we were drunk.
After about 2 minutes, Trunks began to pound himself into me. He pounded himself into me, as if he were trying to force his way not just into my body but through and out the other side. A tightness began to grow low in my body, my breath coming faster. Flesh into flesh, so hard and fast with such strength that it danced than thin line between pleasure and pain.
I kept expecting him to finish his need in one long glorious burst, but he didn't. He hesitated, using large strong hands to move my hips along the ground and up to his thrusts. He adjusted himself as if he were looking for just the right spot, then he thrust inside me again in one long hard movement, and I cried out. Trunks had found that spot inside my body, and was running himself over it, as hard and as fast as before, but now he drew louder sounds from me.
The tightness began to grow, swell, like a warm thing growing inside me. It grew large and larger, flowing outward along my skin as if thousand feathers were being drawn down my skin to send me shivering, twitching, drawing noises from my mouth that were wordless, thoughtless, formless.
I heard his breathing quicken, his thrusts taking on an urgency, harder, faster, until I cried out, and still he didn't stop. I felt the rhythm of his body change, a shudder run through him, then I was gone. That swelling warmth spilled over me, through me, pulsing deep inside my body, making my body contract, jerking, unable to control it, only his hands on my body kept me still, kept me whole. But if my body couldn't move, the pleasure had to come out some way; it spilled out of my mouth in screams, deep, raking screams, over and over as fast as I could draw breath.
Trunks cried out above me, sending his cries after mine. He leaned back over me, supporting his weight with his hands on the ground on either side of me, head bent so our faces where inches apart. I lay totally passive, still pinned under his body, trying to relearn how to breathe.
ï¸ï"!END OF LEMON!" ïï¸
Trunks moved off of me, and to his side with a content smile on his features. He moved back closer to me, and kissed me on the cheek gently.
"Am I forgiven?" he asked me looking all of the sudden so serious.
I laughed looking at him. "It's a little hard after what we've done."
"You won't stop seeing me, right?" he asked looking like a little boy asking if his mother was angry at him.
"I won't stop seeing you... I can't anyway," I said with a smile, leaning over to him, and kissing his lips.
His arms came around my waist, and pulled me up against him. "I think we better get our clothes on, and get a place to sleep before someone finds us here naked," Trunks said cuddling closer to me. I laughed he was cold, and holding me to keep warm.
I woke up in the middle of the night... no that's not right I realized as I saw the big alarm clock next to the bed. It was 4:30 in the morning. I looked around trying to figure out what had woken me up, and heard the sound of a phone ringing near me.
I found arms encircling my waste, and felt Trunks' body behind my own holding me almost possessively to him. He looked so cute asleep, so innocent.
I managed to get out of his hold without waking him, and stood up from the bed stretching. Trunks and my fun hadn't ended in the park, so it was natural we were both naked. 'Who would be calling at this hour?' I wondered trying to find the object of the ringing.
I finally found the phone in the pants pocket of Trunks' pants, and pondered on waking him for the call. But in the end I answered it not wanting to wake him.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone hearing my voice. I sounded like a guy, damn all the screaming last night is bad for the throat.
"Trunks?! Trunks you son of a bitch! You slept with the bitch didn't you fucking idiot. You slept with the Son! Gods Trunks what if she finds out what we are trying to do, she'll never trust you!!" I kept quiet too shocked to say anything. "If you fuck this up, and lose our only chance to get her company, I swear to the gods Trunks I'm going to kill you!" the woman practically screamed over the phone. I turned it off, and dropped it as if it had a disease.
Author Notes: Sorry all for taking so long, was very busy with training and other things I couldn't control. Hopefully the next chapter will come out faster.
Chapter 11
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I jumped into Trunks open arms, and hugged him as if he was my only life source... Which I have realized that he is. I've seen so many girls try to commit suicide because the one they love has betrayed them or done worse. I wasn't one of them, but I knew that I wasn't far off. I wouldn't bring harm on myself for any man, but I would suffer. That's why I've held off commitments for so long. For fear of falling hard for someone who could easily break me, and throw me away without a second glance
"I take you forgave me for the incident," Trunks asked softly leaning down to kiss my cheek. I nodded feeling his muscles through his shirt, flex, and move. "Do you want me to take you home, so you could think about what I've asked?" he asked. I shook my head.
I have had a need for Trunks' body for a while now, and I wanted to clench that need. "I've already made my decision," I stated into his shirt, circling my arms around his waist.
"And what would that be?" he asked into my ear, since the club's music was still blazing.
"Lets get out of here... to a hotel," I said feeling him tense. I smiled that got him by surprise no doubt. I looked up to his face and found him looking at me intently. His eyes were a darker blue, and healed something I could identify as wild lust I must have had the same thing in my eyes, because 9before I knew what was happening he pulled me roughly into a kiss. One hand around my waist, and the other one behind my neck holding me tightly.
I was taken aback by the sudden force, and hunger that I didn't kiss back until I felt his tongue open my mouth. I felt his tongue invade my mouth, and willed mine to do something. Our tongues feverishly battled for domination, and ended up pulling away from lack of air. Ending the bliss equally.
He recovered first and glided his hand on my back lower to cup my buttocks. I jump when he gave me a squeeze, and kissed down my cheek to my neck. With every kiss there was a squeeze from him, and a gasp from me.
When I felt his hand on my buttocks go lower, and grip one of my inner thighs, I pushed away. "I would prefer we do this in a hotel room, instead of in public," I managed out breathless.
He smirked sexily at me, and walked back the arm-length distance I had managed to put in between us when I pulled away. I backed away slowly not knowing if I could stop us if he tried what he had moments ago.
His right arm encircled my waist once again, and pulled me against his body; allowing me to feel his stiff and ready member pressed firmly against my lower stomach.
"And by the feels of it... we better... hurry," I breathed out feeling overwhelmed, and dizzy.
"Are you sure," his hot breathe tickled my ear, and sent electricity up and down my spine. I nodded instantly. "Come on."
He pulled away from me hand still around half my body, and began moving through the cluster of people for the exit.
Once we got through the crowd, and into the fresh air, we moved quickly for where we had stationed the car. The garage was dark, and not many people were inside to retrieve their cars.
When we were getting ready to get in the Ferrari someone took hold of my shoulders, and pulled me away forcefully from my open door. I was so stunned, and shocked I didn't react when I saw them also pull a fighting Trunks out, and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the body a few times.
I felt the hands on my shoulders turn me around, and suddenly I was face to face with Goten. He didn't seem himself. His eyes seemed to burn with fire, and his mouth was in a sneer. This couldn't be Goten, he was just to frightening.
"Goten?" I gasped the question feeling his hand squeeze my shoulders a fraction above painful. He growled dangerously.
"I told you the first day you were out of the hospital to stay away from 'him', why did you not listen?" he emphasized 'him' as if Trunks was a disgusting thing.
I finally got over my shock a little, and snarled at Goten. No one had the right to tell me who the hell I can talk to, no one. I tried to look behind me where Trunks had been and found I couldn't move.
Goten's hand slid down to my upper arms he was practically digging his nails in my flesh, and it hurt. He shook me.
"Why?" he demanded. I'd never seen him so fierce, and I knew he wouldn't let me help Trunks up; he was still on the floor trying to breath after the blows to his stomach.
"I'm a grown woman," I snarled pausing, "it's my company not yours so mind your damn business... No one can tell me who the fuck I can see and talk to... no one," I snarled struggling with his hands that wouldn't budge away from my arms.
"You're acting like a fucking teenage girl with a crush," he snarled at me.
'He's right you are acting like a little girl with her crush,' I taught to myself. I shook my head. 'No I'm not!'
"Let me go," I struggled again, but this time he did let go making me stumble back.
"You don't understand Pan." He told me almost sadly shaking his head in disappointment. "Trunks is a lady's man. He knows what they want, and when he gets what he wants from them he throws them away. You are a fool if you trust him with anything, especially your heart," Goten said his fist clenching.
"He takes any woman he can get his filthy hands on, and fucks them... then he throws them away and finds his next prey. Do you think your any different from his other victim... do you really believe you're special to him. Trunks Vegeta Briefs, owner of one of the most money making company in the world, rivaling us... son of renounced boxer Vegeta, and brother to the snotty Bra Vegeta Briefs!" he practically screamed at me in his rage. He seemed to have problems breathing, and I realized for the first time my cheeks where wet. I was crying.
"Why do you hate him?" I asked trying to make my voice sound neutral but failing miserably, it cracked.
"Why Pan? Because he seduced my fiancée the day of the wedding..." he laughed softly but sadly before continuing. "He was my best man, my best friend until he seduced my fiancée... Paris. I loved her Pan, until I walked into the men's bathroom, and found her on the ground being fucked by 'him'," he pointed at Trunks, eyes full of hatred and rage.
"Pan?" I heard Trunks.
"Don't ever come near my niece again, bastard," Goten growled taking hold of my upper arm, and pulling me behind him. I cried out in surprise but didn't fight him.
"Pan don't let him poison you against me. It was a long time ago, I was young and stupid.... I've changed," Trunks said ignoring what Goten had said.
Goten snorted but said nothing.
"Pan? Pan please say something..." Trunks begged.
"I am sorry..." I said softly. "I am sorry I let this get so far, that I hurt a lot of people around me especially my uncle. I am sorry I didn't listen to Goten when he told me to stay away from you, but I'm especially sorry this has to end like this... I won't see you any more, and now that my uncle has given me my reason I had been curious to know, it would be wrong for me to come near you...Bye Trunks." I said turning away from both Goten, and Trunks and ran. I ran so fast, and so hard with my legs cramping as my stomach. I know there wasn't a reason for me to run, but I just wanted to get away I didn't want to hear Trunks or anyone else tell me I'm a coward, because that's what I fell like. I damn coward.
"Pan!" Goten and Trunks both called after me, but I kept running. I needed time alone without all this.
Once I was sure they wouldn't find me I slowed down into a jog, then a walk. I hate my guts, but I needed to get away from them. I walked for what seemed like hours until I heard someone else's footsteps behind me. Turning I found Trunks a few lards away from me, looking straight at me.
I turned away from him quickly and ran once again. I didn't want him near me, I wouldn't have control to turn him away twice. He had also began to run, but I was faster and managed to hide in some bushes of a public park. I stayed silent, and watched him pass me by.
Sighing heavily I moved to become more comfortable, but as I did I broke some branches under me, and made some noise getting his attention. I didn't move when I made the noise afraid he may hear if I moved again. But he didn't come back where I was. I couldn't find him to where he was, but he hadn't come back here.
I had hoped he hadn't heard me move, but obviously he had because next thing I knew he appeared behind me. Taking hold of both my arms making me scream in surprise when he pulled me up from the ground, and up against a near by tree. He made my back face the tree, and held both my hands on either side of my body.
I struggled against his hands holding mine, until his body crushed into mine to prevent me any further movement.
"Let me go! I made myself clear a few minutes ago," I growled trying to move but not successful.
"No!" he said kissing me full on the lips. "No Pan, I won't let you go that easily, I won't let you go," he growled and I felt him hard against my lower abdomen. I couldn't help myself! I began to grind against him.
His lips were still on my own when he talked. I felt his tongue flicker on my bottom lip asking for permission to enter my mouth. I couldn't resist, it was like I needed this and everything else didn't matter at the moment. So I allowed his eager tongue to ravish every part of my mouth.
He groaned and pushed me further, and firmer against the tree. "Do you want this?" he asked voice a growl, as he pulled away from the kiss.
"I can't think," and I couldn't. I didn't remember the reason I had been trying to struggle, all I remembered was that it was not the right thing to do.
"Do you want this?" he asked me again.
I couldn't say no, I couldn't remember why not, "I want this."
ï¸ï"!LEMON!" (If you don't like it skip down. ï)ïï¸
One of his hands let mine loose, and traveled down the length of my body, and finally stopping at the edge of my skirt. Pulling my skirt up and around my waist I felt the cool breeze of the night air, and shivered. Now both his strong hands were holding both my thighs tightly. I could feel all the power in his hands alone and knew my thighs would be bruised in the morning.
His left hands slid from my thigh to the side of my panties. The silk tore with a wet sound like skin being cut. My body jerked as he stripped the silk away and pressed the rough material of his pants against me. He ground himself against me until I cried out in need... Real raw need.
He moved back away from me slightly just enough so that he could tear at his pants. The belt opened, the button, the zipper, everything slid down until I saw him nude for the first time. He was long and thick, and perfect. He slid a finger inside of me. It made me cry out, bending my knees for I couldn't stand anymore.
He caught me in time, and laid me on the ground. We where covered by the bushes, so even if someone walked by, they wouldn't see us.
There was a moment where I looked into his eyes, and I saw the same stricken need in his eyes that I felt in mine. You couldn't seduce without being seduced.
He made a small sound low in his throat and kissed me again. I ate at his mouth, one hand going to the ponytail holder that held his hair back. I jerked it out, spilling his shoulder-length hair around my face like a silken lilac curtain. I plunged my hands into his hair, two fistfuls of it, held tight, while I explored his mouth. His finger kept moving up and down, in and out my virginal lips, I pulled his hair gently but firmly every time his finger thrust into me.
His free hand tried to reach down my shirt to my breast, but the shirt was still too tight. He pulled at the cloth, and my body jerked with the force of it as the cloth ripped, and his hand spilled inside my bra.
The touch of his hand on my breast jerked my head back, freeing my mouth from his. I couldn't think... fuck I could barely breathe.
Trunks' mouth bit gently on my breast, and I cried out, lifting my hips to his, and feeling his arousal harder if possible. Why was he torturing me when he needed this as badly as me?
I looked down at him as he drew my nipple into his mouth. It felt as if his mouth drew on a hot line that went directly from my breast to my groin. Our eyes met as he looked up the line of my body, I recognized that look strong lust and a promise of much more sex. That alone tore gasps from my throat, and writhe under his touch.
"Trunks, please...please," I gasped removing my hands from his hair, to grasp the grass next to each side of my head. I heard myself asking begging for him to stop his torture and relieve both our needs. He seemed not to hear me until I let a gasp escape my lips, and he looked up at me.
"Please, Trunks," I whispered opening my eyes, not remembering when I closed them. "Please I need you now."
He chuckled softly making his way up from my breast, and hovering over my face. He was on top of me on all fours. Both hands had left my their forbidden locations and came up to hold his weight up on the ground on either side of my head. His legs found the way in between my legs, making my legs open wide to both side of his body.
Our eyes met as I looked up at him, and in one swift motion he was inside me. I groaned in pain and pleasure. He was big, and this was only my second time having sex. My first time had been with Mike, but we were drunk.
After about 2 minutes, Trunks began to pound himself into me. He pounded himself into me, as if he were trying to force his way not just into my body but through and out the other side. A tightness began to grow low in my body, my breath coming faster. Flesh into flesh, so hard and fast with such strength that it danced than thin line between pleasure and pain.
I kept expecting him to finish his need in one long glorious burst, but he didn't. He hesitated, using large strong hands to move my hips along the ground and up to his thrusts. He adjusted himself as if he were looking for just the right spot, then he thrust inside me again in one long hard movement, and I cried out. Trunks had found that spot inside my body, and was running himself over it, as hard and as fast as before, but now he drew louder sounds from me.
The tightness began to grow, swell, like a warm thing growing inside me. It grew large and larger, flowing outward along my skin as if thousand feathers were being drawn down my skin to send me shivering, twitching, drawing noises from my mouth that were wordless, thoughtless, formless.
I heard his breathing quicken, his thrusts taking on an urgency, harder, faster, until I cried out, and still he didn't stop. I felt the rhythm of his body change, a shudder run through him, then I was gone. That swelling warmth spilled over me, through me, pulsing deep inside my body, making my body contract, jerking, unable to control it, only his hands on my body kept me still, kept me whole. But if my body couldn't move, the pleasure had to come out some way; it spilled out of my mouth in screams, deep, raking screams, over and over as fast as I could draw breath.
Trunks cried out above me, sending his cries after mine. He leaned back over me, supporting his weight with his hands on the ground on either side of me, head bent so our faces where inches apart. I lay totally passive, still pinned under his body, trying to relearn how to breathe.
ï¸ï"!END OF LEMON!" ïï¸
Trunks moved off of me, and to his side with a content smile on his features. He moved back closer to me, and kissed me on the cheek gently.
"Am I forgiven?" he asked me looking all of the sudden so serious.
I laughed looking at him. "It's a little hard after what we've done."
"You won't stop seeing me, right?" he asked looking like a little boy asking if his mother was angry at him.
"I won't stop seeing you... I can't anyway," I said with a smile, leaning over to him, and kissing his lips.
His arms came around my waist, and pulled me up against him. "I think we better get our clothes on, and get a place to sleep before someone finds us here naked," Trunks said cuddling closer to me. I laughed he was cold, and holding me to keep warm.
I woke up in the middle of the night... no that's not right I realized as I saw the big alarm clock next to the bed. It was 4:30 in the morning. I looked around trying to figure out what had woken me up, and heard the sound of a phone ringing near me.
I found arms encircling my waste, and felt Trunks' body behind my own holding me almost possessively to him. He looked so cute asleep, so innocent.
I managed to get out of his hold without waking him, and stood up from the bed stretching. Trunks and my fun hadn't ended in the park, so it was natural we were both naked. 'Who would be calling at this hour?' I wondered trying to find the object of the ringing.
I finally found the phone in the pants pocket of Trunks' pants, and pondered on waking him for the call. But in the end I answered it not wanting to wake him.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone hearing my voice. I sounded like a guy, damn all the screaming last night is bad for the throat.
"Trunks?! Trunks you son of a bitch! You slept with the bitch didn't you fucking idiot. You slept with the Son! Gods Trunks what if she finds out what we are trying to do, she'll never trust you!!" I kept quiet too shocked to say anything. "If you fuck this up, and lose our only chance to get her company, I swear to the gods Trunks I'm going to kill you!" the woman practically screamed over the phone. I turned it off, and dropped it as if it had a disease.
Author Notes: Sorry all for taking so long, was very busy with training and other things I couldn't control. Hopefully the next chapter will come out faster.