Chapter Seven
My eyes are closed as I lay under the mountain of brightly colored plastic balls. I can feel them shifting around me, there's movement and a presence to the right of me. There's hot breath on my neck and I feel fingers tickling me up from my stomach to my ribs. My stomach twists and turns with every touch and sparks fire off deep inside me. The tickling stops just under my breasts and the presence moves again. I feel weight on my hips and it grinds against me then moves down my legs. More fingers trail across my cheek as feather light kisses tickle my stomach. The tingling inside me spreads and I can feel myself getting wet. The hand under my breasts then moves up to cup and squeeze them in turn.
All too quickly the fingers and the lips are gone and I feel more movement over me. Suddenly my arms are being pulled and I'm rising up from under the balls to stand in front of Tate who wraps his arms around my waist and pushes his lips onto mine. He laces his fingers in my hair with his right hand and pulls me closer with his right arm around my waist.
Tate shuffles his feet and walks us backwards until the backs of my ankles hit the plastic bottom of the slide and I fall onto it. I land on the slide, hitting my back and head on the plastic with Tate falling on top of me.
"You ok?" He looks at me with genuine concern.
"Been better, but..." I pull Tate's head down to mine and our lips touch again. I can feel the electrical charge run through my body from my fingers to my toes as our lips meet and the heat between my legs surges. Being uncomfortable pushed up against the slide by Tate's weight pressed against me, I shift underneath him and feel his erection against me leg. Shifting again I open my eyes to peer at him when he makes the smallest noise in the back of his throat. I pull away from Tate and lick my lips.
"Actually this probably isn't the most comfortable I could be." I smile and let out a small girly giggle.
"Oh sorry um..." Tate pulls himself off of me, stands and looks around.
"There are lots of soft squishy things we can lie on over there." I point to an adjacent area in the pirate ship.
Tate pulls me up from the slide leading me to an area filled with a collection of large soft shapes. He drops my hand and shoves a rectangle against the netting then places a prism on top.
"Does this look comfortable?" Tate waves his arm at his makeshift bed.
I jump up on the shapes and shimmy to get comfortable, and then gesture for Tate to join me. He hops on the shapes and crawls on top of me staring down into my face. He straddles my legs closing them tight between his knees and leans in close to my ear.
"What do you want?" He whispers.
"You." I breathe into his ear. "All of you."
Tate lightly brushes his lips over my neck just under my ear, sending tingles through my throat and all the way down to my navel. He sits up, pushes his knee between mine and forces my legs apart. He leans down, supporting himself on his left arm, to kiss my neck as he slowly grinds his thigh against my crotch. Tate stares into my eyes as he pushes my shirt up with his right hand and cups my breast. All I can do is lie there and let him make me feel like I'm about to break into a thousand pieces.
Tate smiles as I moan I close my eyes and he covers my mouth with his. His tongue flicks into my mouth and I can feel him shudder against me. I can feel myself getting closer and I want it so badly, I don't care if I moan too loud or pull a weird cum face I just want to cum. I want him to make me cum and I want to hold him when I do. I open my eyes and look up at Tate as he stops grinding against me.
"Why've you stopped?" He tries to sit up and shift away from me.
"Don't want to...you know." He wiggles his head avoiding my eyes and pulls his hand from under my shirt.
"Why not?" I reach up to pull him down to me but Tate pulls away and sits on the edge of the shape. "Why don't you want to be with me?"
"I do." He swings his legs and looks down at the floor.
"It doesn't feel like it. You said no on the beach and now you don't want to finish and I was seriously close." I pull my legs up to my chest and hug them with my arms.
"Sorry."
"Don't say sorry do something about it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Stick you're cock in me that might do it." I raise my eyebrows and drop my knees.
"I don't want to rush everything."
"It's not rushing, a little of this and that is fine. I want to be with you Tate."
"And what if you're not happy afterwards?" Tate fixes me with a long sad look.
"You think you're shit in bed? Don't worry I've nothing to compare it to."
"No I mean what if you regret being with me, you don't know me completely what if you find out something about me and you regret being with me?"
"What do you think I'm gonna find out that's gonna make me regret being with you?"
"Nothing I just think we should get to know each other better." I move to sit next to Tate on the edge of the shapes.
"But I know you and you know me so why are you..."
"I love you and I want everything to be perfect and I don't want to hurt you physically or emotionally." I swallow hard and watch Tate watching the wall in front of him.
"So you do want to?"
"Yeah but I don't want you to hurt. I don't want to hurt you."
"Do you want to hurt anyone else?" It just popped to the front of my brain and I couldn't stop it from coming out of my mouth.
"What?" Tate turns his head and looks at me confusion clearly spread over his face.
"Do you ever feel like you want to hurt other people?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Like kill them." He visibly recoils just slightly but I can see it.
"Why are you asking this?" The air hangs heavy and silent as the last track on the CD ends.
"I read your patient file. You said you had visions of shooting up the school." Tate looks at me with a completely blank face, there's absolutely no emotion or expression there.
Then he stands up and walks away from me down the walkways of the pirate ship.
"Wait!" I jump up and follow him. "Please Tate wait!" I rush through the maze of walkways and hanging objects seeing Tate swing around and through them a fraction quicker than me.
I catch up with him as he's exiting the enclosure.
"Stop and talk to me!" I reach out and grasp his forearm but feel it shake away from me. As I try to grab him again Tate swings around and stalks right up to me. Now he has an expression on his face; anger. I back away from him quickly feeling my stomach twist and turn again but for a completely different reason. He walks me into the enclosures mesh and pushes himself against me. Catching my lips with his Tate kisses me roughly gripping onto the sides of my face. He pushes his lips against mine until I have no air left.
I squeeze my arms between the two of us and shove them against his chest trying to push him off of me. It doesn't work, he simply pushes his body against mine harder so I'm painfully stiff against him and I can feel him smile against my lips. I squirm under Tate's closeness feeling his erection against my stomach. Feeling his arousal at restraining me makes my stomach lurch and Tate jumps back as I hurl over his sweater.
I take this opportunity to run from him. I make it to the window we climbed in through and jump at it, but hands grab my ankles and pull me back. I hit the floor face first and roll over onto my back pulling in breaths through a tight chest. Tate drags me across the floor by my ankles; I kick at him all the time screaming at him to let me go.
"Are you scared now?" Tate stares down at me darkness glinting in his eyes.