𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨

You grind down on the growing bulge of his groin and whimper against its heat, trying to sit lower despite the pinch of your hips around his waist and the chase the friction against your own sex. Your voice melted against the slight scruff of his cheek and you breathed in the scent of his odor and pleaded him to hold you, but he just turned his face away each time you tried to kiss him and remained motionless beneath you, clenching his fists by his thighs and closing his eyes when your drenched core fit over his tense thigh and you twisted your fingers against his chest.

The orgasm you got from dry humping his thigh was sloppy and barely sufficient compared to how else he’d learned to please you, but it was enough to make your walls flutter and squeeze and your forehead fall above your fists. After you’d calmed down, he grunted, “aight then, up ye go,” and picked you up like a child.

You’d wake up in the morning in his bed—with none of his intentions involving letting you leave in any sense of a reasonable hour. He could have thought of much crueler ways to remind you of the importance in obeying him, for your own safety, but he made no mention of it, or else he would be forced to admit his own softness toward you, how tempted as your breath melted over his mouth and his clicked his tongue with soft “ah-ah-ah”’s to halt you from kissing him, how tempted and how badly he wanted to give you what you craved. And how he was simply relieved you’d come to him for pleasure, for comfort, to take care of you.

YOUR HEAD LEANS back against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut, lips falling open just enough for him to see the point of your teeth.

“Just like that, darlin’,” Remmick cooes, holding back a moan. He moves his eyes down to where the two of you connected. About half of his length was hidden inside of you. “Christ, that’s good.” The other half was the only thing keeping his hips from fully pressing against yours.

When you were a little girl, you’d been told to never speak the Lord’s name in vain; the preacher hadn’t said anything about speaking it in pleasure.

For as long as you’d known Remmick, pleasure was all he seemed to know. You’d miss him for a month or so—a time during which your life was ever so drab—until he came lurking around your cottage again. All it took was one “Come inside” and Remmick knew you were his.

That and the way you managed to grip him the same every time he fucked you. “Miss me, honey?” He asks while maintaining the merciless speed of his hips.

You nod rapidly, nose crinkled and hands gripping the table below you. He couldn’t have even waited to get you into the bedroom to have his way with you. Remmick was a man who got what he wanted, and you were the girl who gave it to him.

“M-missed you so bad,” you stutter out. He was stronger than you—a lot—to the point where if you tried to move yourself or switch positions, he’d press your hips down, leaving bruises on the skin.

“I bet so, baby.” It’s unfair, really. Here you are, a trembling, sobbing mess with him between your legs, and he manages to pound into you like it’s nothing. Don’t be fooled—it’s one of the most heavenly things Remmick has felt. He grabs your face by your cheeks and leans in half way, pulling you to him. “Tell you what,” he whispers. “What if you don’t have to miss me no more?”

You peek your eyes open and look at him through heavy eyelids. “W-,” You’re cut off by a moan. “What?”

He angles his hips a certain way so you can feel the tip of him hitting a new spot inside you. As your toes curled, Remmick grinned. “I’ll leave a little piece of me with you. That way,” he caresses your chin with his thumb. His other hand acts as a weight on your stomach. “You won’t miss me when I’m gone. How’s that sound, darlin’?”

It only takes your foggy mind a second to process what he says, and you immediately nod your head. “Please,” you gripped onto his arms.

“I think you need it, honey,” he almost chuckles, and if you weren’t distracted by the warmth building up between your legs, you would’ve scolded him. You could feel every inch of him that drew in and out of you, kissing your cervix so gently but enough that your legs wrapped around him.

A devilish glare overcame your eyes. “I need it,” you confirm, taking his thumb from your chin in between your lips. Remmick’s jaw drops slack as he lets out a soft groan. His pace somehow quickens, leaving you whimpering around his digit.

“Oh, I knew you’d let me fuck you like this,” he says while his movements turn rougher. They’re ragged and sharp, and (from experience) you know he’s just as close as you are. “A sweet girl like you needs someone to take care of her like this. I know you can handle yourself…wasn’t sure if you could handle me.”

Your lips part open and he drops his hand. “Now,” he says into your ear with a small smirk. “I’m wondering if you can handle more.”

His forehead presses against yours. Your body nearly bounces with every snap of hips. There’s still a glorious sensation of yourself stretching open for him. Letting him in. Your legs twist around his frame as if begging him to fill you up with his promise.

When you finish, you crash. It’s a series of both of yours’ high-pitched moans and throaty groans, the feeling of a warmth spurting into you. “That’s it, darlin’, take it all. Every drop of me.” Remmick cooes as your chest rises and falls with desperate breaths. He doesn’t move out of you. His length, still unbelievably hard, plugs you to keep any of his release from dripping out.

A sheer layer of sweat creates a glisten over your face. You smile in a tired pleasure. “Gonna have a piece of you with me forever.” You say, taking his hand and placing it back over your lower stomach.

Remmick nods, rubbing the skin like he’s never felt something so soft. And as he moves forward to place a kiss on your lips—a perfect mixture of gentle and rough—he accidentally pushes himself even deeper into you.

A small moan escapes your throat…and he smirks into the kiss.

Sore, that's what you were. You tried the ice cube trick, you tried standing in front of a fan, cool ice packs, you even tried a little bit of that devil's lettuce, but Eddie wanted to touch them so bad. Between the pouting, and the slight whining, he sat there, in anticipation. First thing that comes to mind is that old Heinz Ketchup commercial from the 70's... "Think how good it's going to taste when it finally gets there, anticipation, anticipation is making me wait."

Licking his lips, and short of frothing at the mouth, he watched you get out of the shower, sitting there, he pouted a moment, then started biting at those nails and watching you like you were going to do tricks. He groaned and stood up walking over to you, grabby hands and all, only for you to swat them. He groaned and dropped himself back on his bed and sighed.

"Oh come on! I just wanna play with em!" he whined. "Baby, as much as I would love for you to play with them, they're sore, they're healing... you gotta wait baby boy." you coo a moment.

He groans and kinda flops around on the bed a moment. He sighs and sits up.

"Fine." "Thank you, it shouldn't be too much longer." You remind him. "I know, but I already feel like it's been forever." He sighed. "Baby, it's only been 29 hours." "Uh, yeah, that's forever don't you understand?" He stated. "Baby, I think you will survive a little longer. You can squeeze my butt if you want..." You smirk. "It ain't the same, I mean I like your butt too... but... boobies... bedazzled boobies! And EDDIE MUNSON CAN'T PLAY WITH THEM!" "Don't shout." you chuckle.

Pouting even more, he looks at you and walks up behind you after you turn around and he places his arms around your waist at first, slowly moving them upwards as he kisses your neck, thinking he's sneaky he places his hands just under your bustline and you sigh and chuckled.

"Baby, they really hurt, please." You smile softly.

Turning but putting some distance you look over him and lean in and kiss him sweetly.

"It doesn't mean I love you any less." You remind him. "I know... but I feel like I'm missing out. And maybe my touch is magical." "I hate to remind you, but you're no cleric you can't touch and heal." You chuckle.

Eddie gasped and looked at you almost like he was offended, but he was not, His brow furrowed.

"You don't know that." "Baby, I do know that... you tried to do that when you gave me the best fuck of my life the other night and my hips felt like they were spread from here to Los Angeles." You chuckled.

Eddie chuckled and smirked like he had this smug smirk.

"Are you sure I can't touch them?" "Yes." "Yes I can touch." "No." "No? Are you sure?" "Yes." "Yes I can touch?" "No Eddie.. No you cannot touch." You chuckle and finish getting dressed.

"When they're healed... Imma have so much fun." He smirked and day dreamed as he fell back on his bed dreaming about the fun he was going to have.

Chuckling you lick your lips remembering what the piercer told you.

"I really hate to be the bringer of bad news... No squeezing or pressure for at least 4-6 weeks after the piercing, and potentially longer, depending on individual healing and how the piercing feels. Full healing can take anywhere from 3-6 months, but some piercings can take up to a year or more to fully heal." You make this face like you're sorry.

Eddie shot out of bed and stared at you, gasping.

It never took him long to make you quiver. It never took him long to even make you wet between those folds between your legs. Not only that, but it was his bad boy ways. It was the way he moved and the way he took in your scent in such a primal way. Ray was sex on legs for you, moans in the air, and he owned your ever tremble, quiver, whimper and moan. Fuck it, let's face it, you let this man willingly own you. But you never really let him fully take that control, no, it was fun fighting him for it. It was fun to play that game of cat and mouse, but in the need, he knew you were doing it for the sheer thrill of it all.

This wasn't a moment you needed to play cat and mouse, no, this was a moment of you knowing exactly what you were doing to get the result you wanted. Tonight was an interesting night, having invited a few friends over, a few drinks, maybe even a game or two of Cards Against Humanity, a good fun filled night. But there was a catch. He wanted to play a game of his own, and you weren't privy to that knowledge. His eyes are on you all night, but yours were undressing him just as much as his were undressing you.

People filed in, laughter filled the room, shot glasses hit the table, liquor sloshed around in the bottle as more shots were being poured. Someone asked if there was another bottle. Willingly you offered to go check, you kept things like that on the top shelf of your walk-in pantry. Standing up you feel your legs are a little wobbly, with a soft chuckle you make your way to your kitchen. Looking around you grab the handle of the pantry door with your right hand and wander in. Reaching up you turn on the pull cord to your light. But quickly the door closes and the light turns off and you feel yourself being pushed back against the shelf.

You giggle. Of course you giggle. He lets out a breathy chuckle.

"You don't think I noticed, girl?"

"Noticed what?"

"Oh come on, lookin' at me with them come fuck me eyes all night." he pointed out.

Chuckling you lick your lip and take his hand and place it between your legs. He licks his own lip, slow, dangerously slow. Though dark, you feel you can see him perfectly. There was no question as to what or where this was headed. His hand moved from between your legs, and gripped at your bare thigh. Hiking up your skirt a moment he narrowed his eyes on you.

"You seem hungry, girl."

"I am... starving." you purr softly.

"You're going to have to be quiet." He muses softly.

All you can do is nod your head. Reaching forward you undo his belt and jeans. He allows you to do this, but quickly takes control back. Dropping his pants, he lifts your hips and presses into you without any second guessing. You gasp, and grip at his shirt as your hands rest on his shoulders.

"Fuck, Ray." you moan softly, just loud enough for him to hear.

Of course, this man wasn't going to fuck you soft and tender in the pantry. No, this was a quickie. Fast. Hard, the shelves rattling. Your breath quickly picked up. His grunts grew softly as he used the shelves to his advantage thrusting into you, fast, rough, quick pasted.

"Fuck! Your cock feels so fuckin' good." you moan.

Your moans become louder.

"I told you, you gotta be quiet, girl." he snarled a bit.

"I know but you feel so fuckin good." you purr.

The sweat starts to bead against his brow as he continues to thrust, his lips pressing against your neck to muffle his own sounds, but that doesn't stop your mouth from getting louder. With a growl, his hand slaps over your mouth and he growls.

"You're fuckin' done." he snarls.

You gasp into his hand, but you continue to moan loudly against his hand as he continues to roughly thrust his cock between the wet folds between your legs, your slick wet walls clenching around him as your head falls against one of the shelves, you feel yourself building, pleasure quivering within those walls, which only causes him to thrust harder, some of the cans rattling against the wooden shelves, almost ready to fall, but he wasn't stopping. Thrust after thrust, he feels himself building.

"Make a mess on me... and I'll give you a treat, girl."

It was those words alone that sent you over the edge. Your eyes flutter closed as you completely become undone on his hard thrusting throbbing cock. His hand grips around your mouth a little harder as he thrusts deeper, at least it felt deeper as hot thick ribbons of good girl treats cover your wet walls.

A few more thrusts as he starts to slow and he keeps you and himself right where he was. He get close to your ear.

"You're not cleaning up, I want everyone to see your good girl treat runnin' down your leg..." he smirked.

You giggle, and nod your head and gasp as he pulls himself from you, and starts to put himself away and grabs the whiskey off the shelf and smirk kissing your forehead and heads back to the party.

He answers on the second ring. “Hey darlin” he starts in that southern Texas drawl of his.

“Beau, I'm really sorry. I know we had plans for this evening, but I need to cancel, I'm not feeling up to it. I'm so sorry,” you rush out, trying to get the words out, before the tears you can feel building bubble up to the surface.

Worry immediately sets in hearing the strain and slight wobble in your voice. “Do you need anything? I can come round if you need me too?”

“No I'll be ok thanks” you reply, really not wanting him to see you right now, camped out on your sofa, doubled over in pain, pain that is etched all over your face. Not to mention the near constant yucky feeling you have had since you got up this morning to find your period had started. A combination that had you refusing to move from your curled up position on your couch. “I'm just gonna take some painkillers and take it easy, I'll be ok” you reassure him.

“Well ok, if you're sure. Call me if you need anything, though.”

“I will, thanks,” you reply, breathing through the intense cramp that shot through you. Trying your best to disguise the pain.

He heard it anyway.

“I uh, I gotta go, I'll see you tomorrow ok.” 

“Ok sweetheart”.

Hanging up, you toss your phone back down on the sofa next to you as you settle back down, waiting for your latest dose of painkillers to kick in.

Beau puts his phone back on his desk, coffee and case files long forgotten after his call with you, and finds himself picking up his football tossing it around. Thinking. The conversation with you playing in his mind, bothering him. After a few moments, he knows what he wants to do. He gets up and strides out of his office with purpose.

Later on, there's a knock at your door. You groan to yourself and drag yourself up off the sofa and away from your tv marathon. Padding your way over to the door in your elasticated sleep shorts and baggy t-shirt.

Opening the door, you find Beau standing there.

“I know you said you didn't need anything but…” he trailed off, holding up the bags he was carrying. “I took a guess at what was wrong, and I came with supplies anyway. I've got a selection of snacks, a hot water bottle, and a new heat pad because I wasn't sure which you preferred. Carla always swore by these heat pad things, but Em prefers curling up with a hot water bottle” he rambles on, pausing only when he notices the tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks, concerned, placing the bags down.

“No,” you shake your head. He breathes out a sigh of relief. “It's just… I really wasn't expecting any of this. How did you know?”

His lips twitch up at the corners slightly. “Took a wild guess. I do have an ex-wife and a teenage daughter, I can recognise the signs,” he shrugs, taking a step towards you.

“Really? I thought I'd done a good job at hiding them.”

“Well I am the Sheriff. It's kind of my job to notice things” he grins. 

You surge forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. “Thank you” you whisper to him as he pulls you in close, one arm holding you tight to him while the other rubs soothing circles on your lower back.

You stay like that for a while until you start cramping up again and need to curl up. Beau swiftly grabs the bags of supplies as you lead him over to the sofa. Kicking off his boots he positions himself at an angle at the end of your couch, one leg propped on it, the other with his foot on the floor, leaving a space for you to sit between his legs. You settle yourself in the gap he left for you, pulling your knees up towards your chest and leaning back into him. His body heat creating some comfort for your aching back, his hands sneaking their way underneath your oversized shirt, pressing them to your cramping lower belly. Providing you with the first bit of relief you've felt all day. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“You doin ok?” He checks, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Yeah,” you sigh contently, turning your head slightly to look at him “What did I do to deserve you?” you ask, causing Beau to smile softly at you before leaning down to kiss you. A short and sweet kiss as if to say ‘I've got you’. You gently lean back into him, allowing the warmth of him and his embrace to soothe you.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed it!!

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