Page 38 of In You

Fucked Up

Caleb

"How many, Tamryn?" I rasp, slapping her thigh, chest burning as I’m breathing hard working over her.

Sweat drips down her face and neck, her breasts are shiny with perspiration, and her hair is completely soaked to her head.

"How many? Fucking open your goddamn mouth and tell me what number we're on. "

"Tw-Tw-" She swallows hard, turning her head to cough as she chokes.

"Get yourself under control and tell me how many orgasms you've had!"

"Twelve," she yells as I put my hand to her engorged clit and roll. Her eyes meet mine, the pupil blown wide, looking downright shocked.

Helpless.

"You’re so fucking swollen," I breathe down at her, pushing her hard mercilessly to the next one.

She's shuddering under me, completely spent. But I don't care. I put my hands to her knees and push them back, doubling her over so I can slap into her tender pussy. I bounce off with every thrust, the skin of my cock so raw and sensitive I don't know how I'm standing it anymore.

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as a bead of sweat stings them.

"Oh, fuck!" I grunt roughly, slamming into Tamryn and ignoring her wild yelling as we fuck on the floor in the hallway.

She was walking down the hall after our shower, headed to the kitchen to make us something to eat, and her ass was so delectable that I couldn't help it.

I pulled her to the floor and ate her out until she was a screaming mess, and now I'm fucking the shit out of her until we're both a screaming mess.

She tosses her head back so hard she knocks it on the floor.

I wind my hand in the back of her hair and yank her head back so hard her throat strains. I lick up her neck, tasting the salt, and speak into her ear. "Open your fucking legs wider."

She shudders. "Caleb-"

Impatient, I yank her legs back and then settle my weight onto them, pushing her knees almost into the floor so I can smack in and out of her body. It forces her pelvis to tilt and she screams, this time in another orgasm that makes me feel sorry for her.

“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” I growl, feeling feral with the need to dominate and possess her.

After tonight, she's never going to think I'm going to hurt her while she orgasms. I'm drilling this shit so far into her brain that Camilla can feel it too. I told her she'd die of an orgasm before I did some shit like that to her, and I'm proving it with everything I got.

If she doesn't know after tonight, she'll never know.

I snarl, leaning down to bite her just above her nipple and suck hard, bruising her flesh. "I'm not stopping until you know!" I growl.

"Yes!" she yells, bucking into my hips. She wiggles and squirms under me, slapping a hand to the wall to try and push away.

I bring a hand down and spank her ass twice, groaning with pleasure as she squirts her pleasure all over the floor.

My knees slip in it as I pick up the pace, fucking so hard into her that my back begins to burn.

When I suck a straining nipple between my teeth, she seizes up.

"No!" she gasps, bringing her hands down to my shoulders and digging her nails in.

I slam my mouth over hers, sucking and tugging at her lips until they're even more swollen than they already are.

Her face is flushed red, her nipples are dark red with my sucking, her poor pussy is battered and bruised by my thick cock, and the more I take from her the more I want. I can't get enough.

Don't think it'll ever be enough.

"Give me another one," I say down into her face, curling my lip and keeping my eyes on hers. I pound into her, watching carefully as her eyes begin to flutter. "Give. Me. Another. One."

I'm addicted to her pleasure.

Her mouth drops open, and she makes a small whining sound as she picks her head up to look between our legs, as do I. I pause half submerged inside of her, my ejaculate and her juices shiny on my cock.

"Look at us. I'm about to go down there and eat it out of you," I say, my voice hoarse and deep with strain.

She whimpers again and we both watch as her pussy twitches around me before settling in a deep throb as she orgasms again.

She tosses her head back screeching as I roughly slam myself back into her and roll my hips nice and deep as I orgasm with her.

She moans, wiggling her hips and sliding around on the floor, trying to get away.

"Nu-uh. You stay your ass right there, Tamryn. Stop fucking running," I breathe, feeling sweat roll down my back, beading up on my arms. We're soaking wet in sweat, her juices, and my ejaculate. And I can't stop.

I won't stop.

It's brutal, shocking even to me how violently we come together. I've never been a loud lover. Normally I'm in and out.

Never letting a woman touch me really hinders the emotional intimacy needed for a woman to want to feel like lingering in the bed, but with Tamryn, apparently I can fuck her like I'm trying to kill her, and she doesn't try to touch me. Aside from digging her nails into my arms.

I know it's because she's scared to touch too much because of what happened to her.

A part of her keeps me pushed away. And while this bothers me deep inside, I'm ashamed to admit that I need this as bad as she does.

If not more. We need a release. Tamryn and I can fuck each other to death, but Camilla and I will heal each other when it's all said and done.

I pound and pound until she starts crying. Flinching from an orgasm that won't stop.

"Yes," I growl, grinding all the way and then going still. "There it isss. Goddamn, I'm so proud of you. I didn't know you could spread your legs that wide, girl."

Holding myself over her, I hang my head, struggling for breath. It burns. Everything fucking burns.

She whimpers, her hands falling to the floor on either side of her head as she gives me a sobbing, breathy sigh.

I roll off her and then collapse to my back, closing my eyes as a headache is gathering between them and then put my hand to them to rub.

I'm trying to get my heart to slow, when I suddenly tense all over, and it all goes back into overdrive when I feel a weight settle on my pelvic, and hands settle onto my chest.

There's the merest brush of lips on mine before I shout, fisting my hands in her hips, and then roughly push her off me, using my hands and feet to crab walk backwards until my back slams up against the far hallway wall by the arch way.

My chest heaves as I just stare, stunned.

Tamryn lays on her side, shocked, trying to pull herself up onto her elbow, but I'm staring with wide eyes, shaking my head as my chest tightens so hard I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack.

My face perspires, my chest heaves with breath after breath so heavy I feel like I'm being suffocated from the inside out.

"N-" I try, but I can't get a word out. My throat is squeezed so tight I can barely breathe. "No-" I try again, squeezing my eyes shut hard, putting a hand to my chest as I fight with everything in me to get a grip.

Her wide eyes turn sad. She pulls to her knees very slowly, and reaches out a hand to crawl to me.

"Don't!" I shout, feeling a hot tear travel down my cheek as I begin to shudder violently.

"Oh, Caleb." A wince passes her face as she sits on her heels, and then puts her hands up to cover her nose and mouth. “Caleb, I’m so sorry.”

I push with my feet, trying to sit further up on the wall but my lungs hurt so bad as I try to grasp for air that I can't. She moves, crawling on her hands and knees a few feet to the bathroom and disappears, only to come back a few seconds later with a large bath towel.

She drags it as she crawls to me slowly, and I feel another set of hot tears roll down my face as she stops a couple feet shy of my right foot, and then ever so slowly pushes the towel to me before backing up halfway down the hallway.

I take the towel, covering myself with it, feeling shame, self-disgust, and hate rise up in me. I'm weak.

Pathetic.

"I'm sorry, Caleb. I didn't mean to," Tamryn says quietly in a small voice that tells me it's Camilla. Her eyes look at me sadly, her lips trembling. "I'm going to start you a shower. Okay, baby?" she whispers.

I nod, still unable to talk, trying to get a grip on my racing heart.

She disappears into my bedroom, and I groan, bringing my hands to my face and scrubbing, rocking back and forth as I try to make myself calm down.

The shower turns on, and then she comes back out, sinking to the floor just beyond my feet.

She lays all the way down, putting her cheek to the floor and rests her hand on my ankle.

I shudder.

"Come on, baby. You can do it," she says quietly, looking up at me from the floor.

I gaze at her, wondering if she thinks I'm less than. Wondering how much of a fuck up she thinks I am. If she really thinks I can even protect her.

If I'm even her savior anymore.

"Camilla," I choke out thickly, holding a hand to her and grabbing her wrist.

We sit there as I hang on, and eventually, I'm steady enough to climb to my feet. She gets up, her legs trembling and shaky. She walks in front of me, and I'm grateful because I don't want her to my back right now, and leads the way into the bathroom.

We get into the master bathroom shower together, and bathe on opposite sides, both sliced open and our hearts swirling down the drain.

I can feel us calling for each other, but it hurts too bad for me to make the first move.

She wets her lips, takes a hesitant step forward, and then holds her hand out to me.

I take it, pull her in, and just rest my head on the top of her head and cry until I can't cry anymore.

She doesn't try to wrap her arms around me.

She doesn't try to touch me.

She just lets me be.

When we're done we lay down together in the same bed, with Ringo and Tink between us, our fingertips linked, and fall asleep.

"Caleb!"

Gasping and covered with sweat, I wake up out of a horrific nightmare that has sunk its claws so deep in my psyche I can't even breathe right. I fall out of bed and hit the floor onto my side, throat straining as my eyes stare unseeing into the darkness.

I gasp, choking as my mother's phantom touch slithers across my chest again.

Gagging, I crawl blindly towards the bathroom, only knowing where I am based on the feel of the rug beneath me, and the little dresser that sits next to the door.

I let out a tortured sound when I make it to my hands and knees and finish crawling into the bathroom.

Ragged gasps escape my throat as I make it to the cabinet under the sink and grab the big white and blue bottle, twisting off the cap and then stop up the clawfoot tub.

My fingers shake as I turn the water on hot and then pour out the rest of the bleach that's in the container. About a third of the container.

Steam billows from the tap. The smell burns my nose and stings my eyes but as soon as the jug is empty, I climb in with my sweat pants on, grab a rag, lather it with soap, and start scrubbing.

Through my tears I see Tamryn on her knees in the door of the bathroom half cloaked in shadows with the back of her hand to her mouth, tears streaming down her own face as she watches me breakdown.

The tub is half full, and my skin is pink and full on raw, and damn near burned by the time Tamryn's head pops into my vision, and I watch through blurry eyes as she plunges her arm in and pulls the stopper out.

Then steps in with me with her pajamas on also, being careful to settle to the side of me, not on top of me.

"Caleb," she says in a patient tone that lets me know that she's back to being Tamryn now.

"What did she do to you?" Tamryn whispers, trailing her fingers down the side of my face.

She grabs my hand and then brings it up to her lips, kissing my knuckles.

I close my eyes, a muscle working in my jaw as I stare blankly at the shower wall in front of me.

"Tell me honey, let it out. It's okay, you're safe. "

"She- she raped me, Tamryn," I say hollowly, shivering despite the boiling hot water that's slowly draining out of the tub. "She used my body for-for…

I can’t even say it. But she used me to replace my dad.

Tamryn patiently keeps her lips pressed to my knuckles, squeezing lightly with her fingers. "She can't hurt you anymore, I won't let her."

"She's in my m-mind, Tamryn," I gasp as tears fall down my face. "She's in there and I can't get her out. I can't- I can't get her out!"

"I won't let her hurt you."

"Moms are supposed to love you, Tam. Like yours does." I begin to sob, putting my head to my knees just crying it out.

There's silence, and then she shifts next to me. I look up, wiping my hand roughly down my face, getting ready to tell her we need to get out before she gets a chemical burn. However, what happens next stops me dead in my tracks as if a thousand gallons of ice cold water was just dumped on me. The body-wracking chills come and they don’t stop.

She gets a serious scowl on her face, tilts her head, and then bops me on the nose with a light finger.

"It's going to be okay, Mr. Caleb. I'm right here with you, and I'm not going anywhere! We don't need mommys because we have each other." Seven year old Tamryn nuzzles into my neck, and starts to hum a lullaby.

I move my arm and clutch her to me, staring in shock at the shower wall as she sings to seven year old me.

But the grown Caleb is stuck between a rock and a hard place here with my heart disintegrating in my chest. Because I realize, I can't save her.

I can't even save myself.