Twenty-Two
No One Listens…So Time’s Up
Felicity 8:39 p.m.
He threw me in the center of his bed, his eyes glazed over with lust. This was the look I’d missed. Getting up on my knees, I cupped him through his pants. He leaned into me, allowing me to kiss him so hard he moaned into my mouth. Our tongues danced over each other, drinking each other as if we would never get this moment again. He broke away, taking a deep breath before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside.
"Eager, Mr. Darcy?” I giggled, and he didn’t answer with words. He unbuttoned the top of his pants and pushed me onto my back. Taking hold of my legs and spreading them, he kissed up from my thigh until he reached the hem of my shorts. Shoving them down, he rubbed my pussy, and I opened my legs wider for him.
“Eager, Ms. Harper?” He snickered as he pulled down my tank top, cupping my breast. He kissed the tops of them both, his right hand speeding up, making me wetter as he rubbed. He stared down at me, my back arching when he slid two fingers inside me.
"Oh…." I moaned, tilting my head to the side, giving him easier access to my neck as he kissed it. I was at his mercy. Anything he wanted, he could have gotten it from me. I didn’t care; that’s how good it felt.
Biting my lip, I rocked against his hand, my eyes closed as I clenched on to his shoulders. All too soon, he pulled his fingers out of me.
"You taste amazing." His actions had me mesmerized, and I wanted to lick them too. "I bet you taste even better straight from the source."
By the time his words registered with me, he was already on his knees with his head between my legs. He licked me languidly, and I shivered in response to his ministrations.
"I was right, " he murmured from between my thighs.
"Ah!" I moaned as his tongue entered me, along with his fingers. With one hand on my breast, pinching my nipple as he had done, I settled the other on his head, pulling his hair as my legs close around him.
"Fuck." I moaned, rocking into his mouth. He didn’t hold back, and I couldn’t stop the noises that escaped me.
His hands reached up and I placed them on my breasts.
"Fuck, baby," I hissed. I didn’t want to be the only one getting pleasure out of this. Pulling away, he licked his lips as he stared at me. I pushed him onto his back. He sat wiping the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes almost made me melt right there and there.
I straddled him and took off my shirt completely. I stroked him, enjoying how his chest rose and his lips parted but he didn’t speak. I sat up onto my knees and lowered myself onto him slowly, torturing him and myself until he couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed my waist, pulling me down onto him, hard.
"Ah, shit. Fuck." I moaned, closing my eyes.
I put my hands on his chest, bracing myself as I rode on top of him. He gripped my thighs, slamming up into me as I came down. My whole body felt like it was humming, coming alive.
Not satisfied like this, he rolled us over, pinning me under him once more. He thrust so deep, I rose off the bed and my toes curled. Yes! I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. We moved in tandem and perfect unison, my hands around his neck. I panted against him as we sped up.
How did we go almost a month without this? I felt the need to ask myself that every time we had sex.
"Oh my God." I gripped him tighter as he sat up on his knees, taking me with him. After I wrapped my legs around him, he began to pound into me, fucking me like he had the very first time we met.
"Theo!" I gasped, raking my nails down his shoulders, no doubt marking him. He took my hands and placed them over my head as he thrust deeper into me.
"Look at me," he commanded, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the sweet punishment he was delivering. He slowed his strokes to a painful pace as retaliation.
"No, please." I almost whined.
"Look at me," he said again, and I opened my eyes, meeting his deep green ones. I felt like he was staring at every part of me. He was taking me all in, devouring all I had with every thrust.
He kissed my lips as we came together.
"God, I love you." He gasped as he fell on top of me.
I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t even sure I could speak at this point. I just held on to him.
I heard Cleo and Mark whispering outside the bedroom door. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to block them out, to only focus on him and this moment.
Theo Rolling over, I reached for her, but the spot next me was cold. I would have panicked had it not been for what sounded like her puking in the bathroom.
“Felicity?” I got up and grabbed my boxers from the floor.
“I’m fine! Don’t come in!” she yelled before she once again threw up.
I opened the door and saw her sitting in front of the toilet, her body covered in sweat. She was dressed in my shirt. “You don’t sound fine.”
“I told you not to come in,” she muttered, pushing herself off the floor. I tried to help her, but she brushed my hand away. “Do you always have to see me at my worst? I’m embarrassed enough.”
“Fuck being embarrassed. If you aren’t feeling well—”
“It’s just the meds. They warned me it would cause nausea,” she said, rinsing her mouth out with water.
“Dr. Butler said there were other combinations of—”
“No! No more experimenting on me. I’ve tried so many different drugs in my life. I’m so tired and just need them to be gone. If I take this long enough, they will go away!” she cried, clutching the sink.
“Who?” I stepped up beside her. Her head shot up to me so quickly you would have thought I’d screamed at her. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed slowly but didn’t answer. “Felicity, who is it that you want to go away?”
“It’s nothing, I just meant—”
“Don’t lie to me, Felicity. You’re still seeing them. Mark and Cleo, you still see them. You lied to your doctor… to me.”
She shook her head. “I know they aren’t real! I didn’t mean to lie, but it’s not working. That place isn’t for me. ”
“Oh god,” I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. I knew it. She wasn’t ready. How could I have just—fuck.
“Theo.” She reached for me, but I stepped away from her.
“You need to go back.”
She glared at me, shaking her head. “No, I won’t!”
“Felicity!” I yelled, but she stomped into the bedroom. Following her, I grabbed her arm. “You need to go back.”
“What part of no are you not understanding! I will not. I can’t go back to that place. I won’t do it.”
“Then I can’t do us!” The moment I said it, I regretted it. She looked like I’d hit her. Her hands clenched, and when I reached out again, she held one up as if to repel me.
“I tell you that I love and you use it as blackmail for me to do what you want?” She bit her lip so hard, I was worried she was going to draw blood as tears fell down her face.
“I want to be here with you more than you realize, but we can’t be in a relationship when you believe two other people are with you at all times. You need to go back.”
“I can’t.” She shook her head, and I wanted to scream. Why didn’t she understand? “Everything in me is telling me that isn’t the place I should be. If you love me, then I need you to trust me.”
“Felicity, this is insane.”
Fuck. I’d managed to put my foot in my mouth again. I had just punched Arty for calling her that. “Felicity—”
“I know what you meant.” She searched for her things.
“Felicity—”
“Why won’t anyone listen to me!” she screamed. “NO. I said it and I meant it, and if you can’t handle it, I’ll go back to my place.”
“Stop!” Urgh, she drove me insane. “It’s late. I’ll stay in the guest bedroom. Just get some rest, okay? We can finish this in the morning.” She sat on the bed. “I want to believe you. I wish it were just that simple, but Felicity, you aren’t helping anyone by lying about what is really going on with you—”
“Thank you, Dr. Darcy, for your concern,” she muttered. Annoyed, I slammed the door behind me. Goddamn it all.
What was I doing? Why did it always feel like one step forward and ten back?
Maybe I was the crazy one for trying.
Felicity 11:39 p.m.
When the door closed, I went back to the bathroom, feeling the urge to puke what had to be only air at this point. There couldn’t be anything left in my stomach, but I still felt like shit.
“So telling him the truth was a bad idea,” Mark said behind me.
Lying on the bathroom floor, I flipped him off. “Go to hell.”
“From the sight of you, it looks like were already there,” he said, leaning against the sink. “Is this the end of the rope for you and our favorite sugar daddy? He wants you to go back to the nut house and you—”
“Don’t call it that.” It wasn’t a nut house. I saw the other patients. They had issues. But they weren’t all crazy. All of them just looked broken. What was worse was they didn’t even seem to realize it.
“But you do,” Mark replied.
“Get out of my head, Mark.”
“I can’t.” He sighed, and Cleo came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her body and hair.
“Honestly, Felicity, aren’t you tired of being like this?” she asked, drying her face. “No one listens. No one will ever listen. Either you go back to Crossroads or go back home alone. Those are Theo’s choices.”
“I don’t know what to do anymore,” I muttered.
“Make them listen, Felicity.” She lifted my pill bottle. “You can’t go back, right?”
Pushing myself off the floor, I snatched the bottle, not even thinking as I poured them all into my hand, then into my mouth, taking the water Mark gave me to wash them down. The moment I did, they both went away, and the cup slipped from my hand.
Oh no! Oh no! I didn’t want this. Not this!
I snatched my toothbrush off the counter and immediately put the end of it into my mouth, trying by any means necessary to force myself to puke. My throat contracted and my body tensed but nothing. My hands started to shake over and over again. Dropping the toothbrush, I tried my fingers, forcing them into my mouth.
My heart rate was rising and it my eyesight felt like it was dimming. I didn’t know if it was the panic setting in or the drugs.
Damn it! Oh God. Oh God.
I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore!
“Theo!” I screamed, stumbling out of the bathroom, my legs felt like Jell-O, my vision was blurred, but I didn’t stop screaming even when my ears started to ring. “THEO!”
The doors burst open as I got to the bed. My legs gave out and I gripped the bedpost.
He caught me, hugging me to him. “Felicity, what happened?”
“I’m… sorry,” I murmured, my eyes moving to the bathroom. Following the direction of my gaze, he saw the bottle and cup on the floor.
“FELICITY! What did you do! WHAT DID YOU DO!” he hollered, lifting me in one hand and taking his phone with the other.
He looked so panicked, his eyes wide, frantically trying to hold me up when in all honestly I couldn’t feel legs anymore. The darkness started to close in, but that was fine; I only saw him because of it. It was like my eyes were zeroing on one thing: him.
“My… n… no... te… book… see.”