Warning: Mature content.

“Band-aid doesn’t fix bullet holes “~Taylor swift (Bad blood)

Avril POV

There comes a knock on the door and I immediately run to the door. Even though I’m a little agitated, I open it.

At my door stands Noah Castillo, looking, as usual, handsome and kept. In a navy blue long-sleeve and black jeans. His hair is a little longer than I thought, but I hardly saw anything yesterday. He’s probably here now because he’s tired of waiting for me at the house, where he’d told me to come back to a few hours ago.

I expect to see anger or irritation on his face as he stares at me, but there is no such emotion on his face, which gives me great relief.

“You are here.” I can’t help the surprise in my voice.

“Were you expecting me?” His brow rises as he stares at me with a little of surprise.

“I wasn’t, but it’s still the same thing, well I’m glad you’re here.” I lean up and kiss him on the lips.

I feel him tense up, but soon he eases into the kiss and takes my lips passionately between his. He pulls me closer and I feel his growing member pressing against my stomach.

“We shouldn’t do this?” He says, suddenly pulling back from me.

I made a mistake, and he’s ending our deal?

Pain pangs my heart as I look at him with questioning eyes. “You don’t want me?”

“Saying yes would be a stupid lie,” he tells me, his eyes saying the same thing.

I look away from him and bite down on my lower lips, “Then don’t say it,” I say, pulling him with me as we both walk into my room, then I push him down on the bed before getting on him.

We kiss hard and wild again, tongue on the tongue and when we pull away, our eyes lock as we both gasp for air I stare into his brown eyes with looks much drunk with lust and I wonder if the same eyes I saw yesterday were brown, but before I can finish my process, he leans up and takes my lips in his before flipping us over so I’m now under him, his blonde hair brushes over my skin, sending tickles and shivers all over my body, his knee going high between my legs and touching my cloth shielded entrance and this makes my lips quiver.

His lips leave mine and move down to my face and my neck as he pulls and moves aside my blouse’s slim hand to gain more access to my shoulder. He teases my shoulder with his lips and tongue and his teeth bite delicately on my skin while his hands fondle my breast hidden in the fabric between us and I moan out, my eyes closing helplessly.

My fingers claw at his hair as the other fumbles with his button to unbutton his Navy blue long sleeve. He beats me to it and pulls it over his head instead, exposing his chest to me.

“Can I?” He asks, looking into my eyes as he tries to pull off my blouse.

My eyes dim a little at his sudden politeness. “Do you even have to ask, Mr Castillo?”

“Yes,” he says without a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

I flash him a not-so-weird-out smile, “Yes, you can, weirdo, take them all off.”

There’s happiness and satisfaction in his eyes as I say this, one I’ve not seen before. And gracefully he pulls off my blouse, and he unhooks my bra before peeling it off my skin.

I hear his sharp intake of air as he gazes down at me.

“You’re beautiful, Avril,” he gushes helplessly.

I am about to say something nasty in response, when his palms graze my breasts and give them a tender but hard fondle. His thumb rubs the tip of my left nipple while he takes my right nipple into his mouth.

My eyes roll back even as a long moan tears through me, “Oh my!” I gasp, biting down on my lower lips more than he does the same to the left and my hips lift to grind against his knee which is touching my core.

He pulls away and takes my lips into his mouth, plundering me completely. I kiss back, pressing my upper naked body against his as well, and my hand finds his belt and I’m able to unfasten it before pushing it down. He gets up and pulls his black jean trouser along with his red boxers down, leaving him completely naked before he comes back on the bed, but in no haste to be dominant. His hands reach up to the jean around me and unbutton them before pulling them down my legs, leaving me in just my silver-coloured panties. His hands then grab hold of my panties and pull them off my skin and the next time he looks down at me, I’m completely naked before his eyes, just like he is before mine.

I don’t miss the way he stares at me though, like a priceless creature that’s he fortunate enough to meet.

Priceless! I inwardly scoff. I’ve sold myself to him, so there’s nothing priceless about that.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like that, or are we going to do this?” I ask, hoping he’d stop looking at me in the manner that makes me feel lower than I already am.

He stops drooling over my body, and his eyes lift to settle on mine. “I guess we are. Just can’t help it.”

You raped me yesterday and you can’t help worshipping me today? Seem like a double-faced person to me.

“Get over it and do what you came for,” I growl, getting frustrated all of a sudden.

His eyes twitch and I see he was a little hurt, by my blunt comment, but he nods, “Okay, I guess,” his hand spreads my legs apart and I wince a little at the ache that happens to still exists in some part of my body.

He pauses and looks back at me. “I don’t have a condom on me.” He awkwardly reveals.

“I’m on pills, don’t worry, or you can just pull out.” I elaborate.

The last thing I want is to end up getting pregnant for Noah Castillo and yes he’s cute and has everything a man should have money, success and power, but the little time I’ve been with him has taught me to never think I’d be the one to change him. I might have spent only one night with him, but I can’t imagine raising a child for him.

Today he’s being affectionate and gentle and nice, but I’d be dumb if I let that fool me. Deep inside those façade is the man that took the last piece of dignity I had and broke it.

I can’t hate him all. I agreed to his terms and now I have to live with them.

I wince again, this time louder, as I feel him try to enter me. It is painful, it still is and my body is about to take about pounding, one it might not recover from.

I close my eyes and grab onto the bed sheets and prepare for what is coming, but a few moments later I feel nothing, no movement and my eyes open to see him motionless between my legs. I look down between us to see if he had seen something to make him stop, but I see nothing.

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry?” He apologises as I glance at him.

“Sorry?”

“You need to be taken care of before engaging in any sexual activities. If you don’t, whatever we do will hurt like hell and you’ll feel miserable.”

If you had told me that yesterday after you screwed the life out of me maybe I would have known.

I read a few first-time stories online and no one told me there would be pain or aches no matter the size of the man, so there probably left out the part that would have been for those who may get hurt or sore in the act and forgot to specify any remedy for them. So when the aftermath came to me, I was bruised up and painfully aching all over. I felt like I was the only one feeling this way.

I don’t want to look weak or vulnerable before him. I was once, and that didn’t help. “It’s my body, I can take it.” That is a lie. I really can’t take the pain but, I know how Noah responds to weakness.

“I will not fuck you while you’re like this. I’m not some rabid animal, Avril.”

That’s kind of hard to believe. You fuck like one.

I groan in frustration because I’m horny and a little desperate for release and he won’t give it to me and I angrily pull myself into a sitting position. I turn to glare at him. “What happened to you?”

He sits down as well, but his hard cock keeps standing. “What happened is I realised that I like you way too much to want to do it this way with you. You’re only going to hurt more, and you need to at least take care of that.”

I can’t look at him, so I tear my eyes away from him as they grow glassy. Why does he suddenly care? This is making it even more difficult to hate him. “How do I take care of it, then?” It was awkward to ask, but I don’t see anyone else here to ask.

“Warm bath helps. Do you have a tub?” I bite my lips gingerly and nod my head towards the bathroom door.

“I’ll draw you a warm bath,” he says and gets up, and for a man with a hard cock in need of release, he ignores it.

I sit quietly, wondering what on earth has happened to Noah to make him this way, and I can’t find the answer. Yesterday he’d gone against my pleading and fucked me the fifth and sixth time, not caring once if I was in pain or not. He’d left this morning, telling me to bring my things over and all the way home was painful and unbearable. I’d only begun walking well 2 hours ago, and that was when he called, asking why I was taking so long to return. I guess he tired of waiting and came over, but why the sudden change? I don’t get it.

My phone rings, breaking me out of my thought. I glance at it from where I am sitting and before I can reach for it, “It’s ready,” he announces and I get up and walk into the bathroom with him, ignoring the call.

I shouldn’t feel ashamed or insecure because we are both naked and horny, but I felt ashamed and insecure of my body before him. I force myself to shut out all the negative feelings and I enter the tub.

My body eases up and I sigh deeply, feeling all my bones relax and my eyes flutter.

“You need to stay at least ten minutes, and I’m glad to see it’s already helping.”

I open my eyes, realising I’m not alone after all, “It is thank you.”

He smiles and there’s a deep dimple at the side of his cheek. I have to admit it is nice seeing him smile, and it warms a part of me up, making me smile back.

He turns and heads out of the bathroom, “Your cock is still hard,” I point out and he looks down as though he doesn’t know that.

“I’ll take care of it.” He assures me, although his cheeks heat from embarrassment.

“I want to take care of it for you,” I offer, not breaking eye contact with his hard cock.

“No, you’re —”

“I know. I read somewhere that there are other ways to make a man reach his limit without having him in me.”

I hear him drag in a sharp breath after reading into what I mean, and I see his cock jerk a little. “You’re sure?”

“It’s my first time, but isn’t it better than doing it yourself?”

He doesn’t argue anymore as he walks back towards me.

Although I’d never admitted it if confronted, his cock looks beautiful, big enough, and thick and it makes his naked self a dreamy view.

I stroke him a few times, hearing long moans tear through his lips. I lift a little to take him into my mouth and I keep the pace slow at first, then pick up the pace until he’s fucking my face with his cock. I choke and my eyes grew wet, but he tries his best to keep and be in control as much as possible.

His grunts increase, and he bites his lips hard. “I’m close, oh.... fuck it! I’m so close, hmmm..... Right there, yeah, like that. This feels so good!” His grip on my hair tightens as his thrust increases.

I stroke and suck on his cock hard and that was it for him, “No, don’t,” he says, trying to move away or push my head off him as his cum rushes out of his cock and towards me, but I wouldn’t let him go, “you are not,... you don’t..... urggghhh!”

The whole place goes completely silent for the next few seconds. “Someone seems insecure about their cum,” I say, finally breaking the silence as I suck his now soft cock for the last time before letting it go.

He drops to his knees beside me, and it takes a while for his eyes to open up. “Yeah right, like you aren’t insecure about tasting bad.”

I shrug, “How would I know? You haven’t eaten me out yet.”

It was an honest answer and also an invitation, but I am not sure which one he’d see it that way.

“Let’s get you out of there, then.” He offers, probably getting the invitation.

He brought me out of the water and set me on the edge of the tub before his lips take mine in complete dominance. His cum is still on my tongue, so he tastes himself in my mouth as he kisses me. He proceeds to kiss my neck, down to my chest and stomach, and then over the short hair surrounding my still-wet core. He looks up at me to see if I was ready and although I’m not; I nod for him to proceed. He lifts one of my legs up and then makes a bold move of kissing me right on my slightly parted lips.

A moan erupts through my throat, out of my lips, and I bite my lips to conceal the noises, but I can only conceal so much.

He takes a long lick up and down my shimmering core. He pauses, and he then uses his finger to spread my swollen, wet lips wide apart, revealing my entrance, wet, and waiting.

His tongue darts out to take a long lick before doing it again and again, causing a little squeaky sound to come out of my mouth. He looks up, smiling before diving in again and this time he keeps his tongue longer on my entrance, grinding against it hard until my legs give out and my hips lift to push my sex further into his mouth.

My finger find their way into his hair and as he stares up at me again, his face is shiny and I know why.

I know I don’t know Noah much, but he barely even looked at me last night or said a thing when we began having sex so I wonder what has made him change, but I can’t think too much because a god is staring up at me.

“Put in one finger please.% I can take it.” I don’t know where the strength came from, but I force myself to say the words even though it makes me sound desperate.

“I will, not now.” He replies before breaking eye contact.

He showered me up with kisses and long licks and he took his time to suck, rub and caress me until I’m completely wrecked and in desperate need of a release.

“You’re so wet,” he gushes, his hand reaching up to fondle my breast and pluck at my nipple.

“Cause you’re doing it — oh fuck” I moan as his finger enters me, but he doesn’t just stop at that. He continues to lick and kiss me while his other hand fondles and squeezes my breast.

I can feel it right there and it’s almost, “I’m going to cum!!!” I pant, my grip on his hair and the tub tightening.

“Go on baby,” he encourages and with one more thrust of his finger, I am falling from the height.

My vision blurs up and I think for a moment I left my body because of how glorious the orgasm felt. When my vision clears, I see Noah still on his knees in front of me. I feel his tongue lick one last time and I shiver from being too sensitive.

“That was,” I lose my breath, “incredible, thank you.” I lean down and kiss his lips and this time I taste myself on his lips and I did taste strange.

I look down and I see his cum spread all over the floor. I look up at him with parted lips, “I couldn’t help it, that was really hot,” he admits, his cheek heating again. “I’ll clean it up.”

I don’t say anything else, just kiss him one last time, pick my towel from the wall hanger, and wrap it around my body before walking out of the bathroom.

I can’t help that I’m reconsidering about Noah, maybe he’s not the monster he always tries to sell himself as, but maybe there’s a good side to him, a sweet side, a likeable side and hope this opens the door for something better.

Once dried, I put on my pants and sweatpants before wearing my red blouse and I walk to my bedside. I take a seat and tap on my phone screen to see if there are any notifications on it. Once the screen light comes on, I see notification of three missed calls.

Hadid, my best friend, must be really worried now, having called me three times and yet getting no answer from me. I quickly put in my pin and tapped on the missed call, but I didn’t see Hadid’s name on the caller ID. Instead, I see Noah’s.

I frown down at my phone in confusion, looking at the time of the missed call and I see 4:55, which was ten minutes ago. My breath goes heavy and shaky. If Noah had called me ten minutes ago, it means whoever I was and I’m still with isn’t Noah.

My heart drops in sudden terror and pain from what had taken place in the past hour. I can’t even imagine what Noah would do to me if he finds out.

“It’s done, good as new,” I hear the one I’ve mistaken for Noah say coming out of the bathroom and I run up from the bed in panic, clutching hard on the phone in my hand.

He pauses and his eyes narrow as he stares at me. “What’s wrong?”

“Who are you?” I ask, not wanting to show my fear, but failing to stop it as my hands tremble uncontrollably.

He displays a confused smile. “I’m the guy you have been with for almost twenty minutes now?”

I groan in frustration because he’s choosing to be cocky when this is a life-and-death situation, no pun intended.

“You’re not Noah,” I whimper, covering my mouth up.

“Of course, I’m not Noah, I’m Luke. What’s wrong?” He asks, looking a little lost at what is happening.

“Everything.” Is my answer because this I believe is the worse thing that can ever happen to me.