Breaking the Bully

by Jessa Kane

“Allie. Baby.” He drops his forehead to mine, his fingers flicking open the top two buttons of my nightgown. “Please,” he groans. “Let me.” My head is spinning. “Let you what?” “Have you. Finally.”

I simply keep my head down and try not to show the bruises. On my body and my heart. I never could have predicted he would hate me for it.

Two years ago, I decided that if she was going to make my life hell by ignoring me after what we shared, then I could return the favor. So I do. I demand she acknowledge me by bullying her. That’s the only term for it. I’m her bully and I hate that—I fucking hate it—but so be it. It’s true what they say about misery loving company. Because I’m miserable without her and she’s coming with me.

I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction I’m never giving up.

In theory I do, but not in practice. Since seeing Allie for the first time freshman year, there’s been no one but her. No one before that, either, or I was too young to be sexually active. She gave me my first hard-on when we were fourteen and she showed up to gym class in a white T-shirt and no bra, her tits jiggling around during volleyball—and my dick has never gotten stiff for anyone else. She owns my cock as sure as she owns my heart.

“Left you a little something in your locker—” “Stop,” she breathes. Every organ in my body seizes. Did she just speak to me? It’s the first time in two years that she’s even remotely acknowledged my existence, and if I wasn’t sitting down, I would probably be on my knees, the effect of having her address me is so powerful. “Allie,” I choke out. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

That’s all it took. One pleading word out of her mouth and I’m cracking. “Just stop,” she says again, turning her head slightly. “Please.” I collapse back in my chair, pulse thundering in my throat.

Rasping her name, I reach down to pick up her, but she flinches and scoots back, bringing her body up against the wall. “Don’t touch me, bully.” Those words rip the soul clean out of my body.

From his sprawl on the floor, her father groans, shifting slightly. “We need to get you out of here,” I say, anxious to get her free of this place. “Now, Allie. I need to get you somewhere safe.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right.” She starts to walk past me, stops, standing close enough to fill my nose with lavender. “He told me if I ever spoke to you ever again, he would hurt me. Ruin you, have you evicted. Make sure you never got hired in town. I didn’t mean to…hurt your feelings, if that’s what happened.” That revelation rocks me to the soles of my feet, setting fire to the organ pumping brokenly in my chest.

“No more bullying,” I say, finally. A moment later, I follow her out of the room and down the stairs, trying desperately to count the hairs on her head before I no longer have the chance.

He can’t see me, so I give in to the impulse to press my cheek to his leather jacket, absorbing the warmth. “Yes?”

“I’ve made a study out of you, Allie James. I’ve been hanging on your every sigh, every expression and mood for years. Years. If you don’t think I’ve obsessed weeks of my life away over how you’d like to be fucked, baby, you’re sorely mistaken.”

And oh God, I have made a serious miscalculation. Because this…this drama, the surrounding nature and wild whipping movement of the mountain wind…it’s so perfectly me. He’s showing me exactly what’s always been in my heart and mind when I thought of us together. It’s my fantasy come to life, the two of us wrapped in the arms of the weather. And as he turns me, urging my legs around his waist, his ravenous mouth bearing down on mine, a boom of thunder signals my doom.

“Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?” A shudder wracks me so hard, my teeth momentarily chatter. “Christ, don’t say that, baby. Fuck.”

“Tell me when I do something that feels good.” Slowly, I trace a thumb down the split of her pussy and her back arches, her gasp mingling with the rain. “There,” I say in a rush, finally exhaling, tracing the edges of the nub that made her eyes roll back in her head. “Can I lick you here, baby?” Her hands fly to the ground, fingers digging into the soil. “Yes.” Oh my God. I get to give her head.

“I lied to you, Allie. I lied. I’ve never been with anyone like this. I’ve never wanted to touch anyone but you. Never been hard for anything but this…” I force in another inch, wincing, starting to sweat. “This sweet little Allie pussy. I wanted inside of it so bad and now I can’t get halfway in without unloading. I’ve just got so much come for you. Christ, it hurts. My balls are so fucking heavy, baby.”

I search Allie’s flushed face and find her looking at me in wonder, surprise. “You’re a virgin, too?” she whispers, rain dappling her lips. “You…waited for me.” My nod is jerky, teeth clenched.

“You really haven’t figured it out yet? You can’t tell I’m obsessed with you?” I drop hard kisses all over her face, her hair, her neck. “You can’t tell I would m...

“Just let me get myself under control.” “Now.” Her expression is rapt, imploring. “Fall apart.” “Allie, please.” Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she reaches down and sinks her fingernails into my bare ass, yanking me close and impaling herself on my rigid cock— And I come violently while she screams, my body in a state of shock and bliss, hips slapping against her mindlessly, mouth open on a silent shout, the pressure I’ve been carrying between my thighs for what feels like years ebbing in degrees.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, biting her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and fingers in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. You broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I buck into her endlessly, roughly, my climax wringing me dry. “Mine be mine be mine.”

“It finally happened,” she whispers, her voice almost camouflaged by the rain. “What did, baby?” The smile she gives me is almost shy. “I got to be part of the storm.”

“I didn’t think I was better than you. I missed you.” That strong chest of his starts to rise and fall quickly, his gaze penetrating me through the darkness. “I know that sounds silly. It was just one night.” “No. I missed you, too.” He takes a step in my direction. “Still do.” His eyes close and he releases a bumpy breath. “Brutally, baby.”

Moore is by far the most beautiful of all. “Allie…” he breathes, swallowing loudly. “Can I lick your pussy again?” Heat envelops me, wraps me tight in its grip.

“I want to try everything with you. I want your first time in every single position to be with me. Standing up, sitting down, on top, behind you.” “Yes.”

“I’m going to eat this first, every single time,” he rasps, planting a hard kiss on top of my clit, nudging it with his nose. “Make sure you’re wet.” I hear his zipper come down and look through the scant space between our bodies, watching his heavy balls and long, thick shaft drop down, free of the wet denim, his relieved growl of freedom turning my nipples to pulsing points.

“Which way are we going to try next, Allie?” He sips at my sex, gently, then parts me roughly with a stiff, flat tongue, dragging it over that hyper-sensitive bud, making me cry out. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking you standing up. Right there at your locker, taking my dick beneath your skirt, those innocent, pink Mary Janes dangling behind me.”

“Dick tease,” he growls, turning me, impaling me to the door, shaking the wood on its hinges. “You hot, little dick tease. Wanted to cram that virgin hole so bad, you made me come in my pants in class. Lost count how many times. So hard for this good girl cunt, baby. So fucking hot for it. Every second of my life. Now. Forever. You own me, whether you want me or not.”

“Damn right you are, Allie. You’re going to be amazing at it, too.” That causes her breath to catch. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “You’re the first person I’ve told.” When I manage to speak, my voice rings with emotion. “I’m honored.” “I’m honored, too.” She slides another inch closer to me, trapping my cock between our bellies. “I’m the first person you’ve told about wanting build porches and decks for a living, aren’t I?” “Of course you are,” I say, wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her up against me

I’m so conflicted that when the tide has finished drowning me, I gather her up like a poor man who just found a chest of gold. I gather her up and crush her against me, apologizing thickly, wrapping her in sheets, rocking her side to side. “I didn’t mean it,” I say hoarsely into her neck. “Not any of it.” “I know,” she whispers back, kissing my shoulder.

For old time’s sake, I flip open the pages and a note falls out onto the floor. It seems to flutter in slow motion, coming to a rest near my feet. Something sharp lodges in my gut when I recognize the handwriting on the note. It’s Moore’s. He’s left hundreds of these notes in my locker, backpack and textbooks over the last two years and seeing one never fails to make me lose my breath, tension gathering in my middle.

“Allie…” His voice is strangled, coming from the kitchen. “Don’t read it.” I stoop down and pick up the piece of paper, unfolding it, my brain telling me it’s the right thing to do. That it’s the momentum I need to leave without ever looking back. A cold, hard reality-check. You are pathetic. That’s all it says.

I stare down at it, ice crawling up my arms, until Moore snatches it out of my hand and rips it down the middle. He tosses away the scraps and starts to pace, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, I didn’t mean that, Allie. You know I didn’t. I was just hurting and lashing out. You are the furthest thing from pathetic. I knew that. I was just trying to…make you feel an ounce of the ugliness I was feeling. And I could die now, knowing I ever wrote that shit down and left it for you to find. I’m sorry.” He comes toward me unexpectedly, crowding m...

Somehow I find my voice after being knocked sideways from the blow. Of having the boy I love say such a callous thing to me, even if his voice was echoing from the past. Oh my God. I do. I love him. “I forgave you yesterday, ...

“This is a flare gun, baby.” He sets the black metal object down near my feet. “If something is wrong, you fire it off. I will see it. Okay?” I hear him swallow. “I’ll be back as soon as I’ve got your paperwork, okay?” I force myself to nod. “Be careful,” I whisper. “And thank you.” After a long moment of scrutinizing me, he leans in and kisses my forehead. “It’s an honor, Allie.”

“He sold his bike this morning—this is the money from the sale. Moore said you would need the cash. He said letting you go is the right thing to do.”

Knowing it will be dark soon and I won’t be able to find my way back, I gather my remaining strength and turn for home— And I run smack into a hard chest. The scent of leather and citrus fills my nose and I wail brokenly, my heart flying into a gallop, life spreading back through my numb limbs. Moore. He’s here? He’s here.

His beautiful, beloved eyes bore down into mine, trying to read me in that way I remember like yesterday. Desperate to read me. Hesitantly, his hands lift and cup my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that are dripping from my eyes. “The flare. Was that goodbye, Allie?” His swallow is audible, his gaze nearly deranged with fear, hope, obsession. “Or do you need me?” “I need you,” I wheeze, launching myself at him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, absorbing the hoarse prayers passing his lips, dizzy with happiness. Dizzy with relief. He’s here. He came back to me. “I love you, Moore. I love you. I don’t want to be without you anymore.” “You were ne...

“I love you,” I chant, over and over, laying kisses on his face. “I love you, too. I love you. I love you,” he says, passion vibrating his voice.

I watch from the shed on the edge of our property as she climbs out of her car, dressed for work in a long, black skirt, a heather gray, tucked-in blouse. High heels. My ring on her finger. God, I’m so proud of my wife. My Allie.

I step out of the shed and she sees me, dropping her purse to run in my direction. My heart is locked in my throat, my fingers balling and flexing with the urgency to touch her. My wife. The other half of my soul.

“Moore,” she whispers into my neck, her fingers already yanking at my belt buckle, whipping leather through the loops. “Moore.” “I know, baby.” I hiss a breath when she slides her touch into my jeans, stroking my erection through my briefs. “I know. I know.”

Taking her mouth in a wet kiss, I bend my knees slightly so she can climb me, wrapping her gorgeous legs right where they belong, around my waist. And I walk us toward the house I built for her.

Nudging the front door open with my foot, I climb the stairs slowly and she knows, she knows I’m taking her to her favorite room. The room at the very top of the three-story, cabin-style home. The anticipation is there in her sigh, the way she smiles into my kiss and starts to roll her hips.

but finally we make it upstairs to the room and step inside. I lay her down on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room. Just a king-sized mattress with a fitted white sheet positioned below the double-paned glass ceiling. From her back, she can see directly up to the sky. She can experience the storms while I’m storming inside of her.

“I love you,” I grit into her ear, my sweat dripping onto her skin. Her eyes go blind, breath catching. “I love you, too. I love you, I love you…”