Run to Me

by Ashlynn Mills

“Tell my dad I can’t do it anymore.” I rasp out a breath, my head feeling light and heavy all at once. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I’ll take my punishment in the storm room for however long I have to. Just tell him not to make me do it anymore.” “Do what?” A man looks down at me with furrowed brows. “Be like him,” I say before my whole world goes black.

I was too scared to believe anything other than what he was telling me. Scared and loyal. As kids, we only have our parents to rely on. To teach us and guide us.

“Today, when I searched for the danger and evil they all mentioned, I didn’t see it in you. I saw it in everyone else. The way they cornered you like prey, held you down and hurt you. It’s why I didn’t run—the reason I won’t run. I don’t think you’re like your dad, and you should have at least one person on your side to remind you that you aren’t.” He smiles softly and my lips copy his.

Why do I enjoy looking at him so much? Maybe because he’s like sunshine after a rainstorm.

It’s crazy to me that after all this time he doesn’t realize I’d move the fucking earth for him if he asked. Maybe because he’s never pushed me into doing anything, I just always volunteer.

“Your dad is the nightmare people ran from, and you are the type of person who wakes them up so they can be okay again,”

you’re not the stupid one. They are. They’re the ones who miss out in the end. Just because they aren’t what you need them to be, doesn’t mean you won’t find someone who is.” “Yeah, and maybe I already have. I just keep looking in the wrong place.” I freeze when he swipes a thumb over my bottom lip. “You’d always stop if I needed to. Put me first and consider my feelings. You’d make sure everything was good for me too. Wouldn’t you?”

“This is about making you feel good, not me. You’re the one who needs this right now.” And I need you, I want to say, but I lock the words in my throat, not ready to be so vulnerable and honest. Not ready to put everything out there only to not have the sentiment returned.

“Fuck, Jace. Stop being an asshole and let me come already.” His face turns to stone and his hand drops from my throbbing cock, his fingers still inside my trembling channel. “Not sure I should after how you just spoke to me.”

“Why do you keep doing that?” “What?” He plays dumb, sweeping loose strands of hair from my face, and there he goes trying to change direction again, but my mind comes right back to the question at hand. “Why won’t you let me do the same for you?” “Because this is about you, not me.” “Can’t it be about both of us?” My voice cracks. “I don’t deserve to feel good.” The corners of his lips squeeze tight.

“You do, and you deserve this.” I kiss his tip, trailing my lips up and down the underside of his cock. “And this.” I lightly suckle at his fat head and he arches his hips. “That too, and definitely this.” Sliding my mouth all the way down his shaft again, I move my mouth a little faster this time, burying my face in his pubes while holding my breath for too long. I let him hold me in place, taking what I want him to have, and his pleasure spills down my throat as he comes on a groan.

Whenever he starts to doubt himself, I take him in my arms to remind him. “You aren’t the monster, they are.” And I mean every word. When I look at him, I see him for what he really is. The man who puts others first, and the person who prevents other people from suffering the same fate he did. I see my whole world. I see mine.