Chapter 34: Helena

Chapter 34: Helena
Helena woke up alone. In a big empty bed. In an apartment she didn’t recognize. The first few seconds of consciousness were terrifying then it flooded back to her. She went into the living room where Ryan had insisted on sleeping on the couch.
“Hey.” She swatted Ryan’s foot with her hand. “Hey, wake up.”
Ryan reluctantly rolled over. He blinked as he pulled himself off the couch. “It’s early, isn’t it?”
“Yeah but I feel better now so move over.”
Helena wriggled herself next to him on the couch. Ryan stared down at her blankly. Her hands were sliding around his bare chest, as Ryan often slept shirtless, until he stood upright and left her alone on the couch.
“I’ll see if this lady has coffee,” he said, tossing towards her the afghan he had used during the night. “We’ll probably have to eat leftovers for breakfast.”
Helena understood that his intention was to leave her alone on the couch but she followed fast on his heels into the kitchen. “Ok, now what’s the problem?” she asked as she watched him rooting around through the cupboards.
“What problem? What are you talking about?”
“You wouldn’t touch me last night because I was injured, and now you won’t touch me today? That’s a problem.”
Ryan faced her, holding his hands out in front of him. It was a pleading posture, a posture that demanded her attention. Helena crossed her arms over her chest, certain that there was no good reason he could give her for this.
“Listen to me,” he told her, “I’m not going to have sex with you because I’m in charge here. Get it? I’m supposed to be protecting you, not sticking my dick in you.”
“That’s a load of shit,” Helena snapped back. “I know what guys are like. Especially guys like you. Don’t act like you’ve got some morality you’re trying to hold on to.”
“Guys like me?” Ryan asked, his voice curdling venomous and acidic. “What exactly do you mean by guys like me?”
“You’re not exactly yacht club material. Get it?”
To say that Helena regretted the words the second they left her mouth would be disingenuous. It took a few seconds before she realized how awful she sounded. When Ryan’s face dropped, hurt and stunned, she wished she had stayed on the couch and just let Ryan bring her coffee.
“So it should be easy to fuck someone so low class, right?” Ryan took a step towards her. Helena fought the instinct to back away from him. “Some poor, and I mean that literally, slob from the slums. Can’t even say no to it, huh?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Helena said but it was useless to argue. What had she meant if not that? She certainly hadn’t meant it as a compliment.
“You can make your own coffee,” Ryan told her, pushing past her and heading towards the door. “I don’t need to listen to this anymore.’
“Ryan, hold on.”
Helena reached for his arm but Ryan was faster than she was. She followed him into the hallway of the apartment, calling after him the whole time. Ryan didn’t even flinch when she caught up with him in the stairwell and shoved him back against the concrete wall.
“Will you listen?!” she snapped, planting herself in front of him. “What? Were you just going to walk out?”
He didn’t answer. Helena shoved him again. “Will you say something to me?!”
“I’ve been doing you a favor, rich girl. Don’t you forget it.”
Helena was tired of Ryan’s self righteous act. She snorted and rolled her eyes. The urge she had had to apologize, to kiss him gently and say she would never be so cruel again, had passed. Now she just thought he was being a jerk.
“A favor? It’s not like I asked you to help me move or something. You found me being held hostage in a neighbor’s apartment, and now-”
She held her hands up, suddenly at a loss of what to say. At first, she had wanted to yell at him for not having sex with her but that would sound crazier than she was prepared to sound. Then she wanted to tell him she was hurt by it but that didn’t sound any better. Finally, she shoved him against the wall and said, “you’re being an ass.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you!” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I was trying to apologize and you just stormed out. You’re worse than my father. That’s the shit he always does. Never talking, never figuring it out. Just leaving.”
“Christ almighty,” Ryan muttered, more to himself than to Helena.
Helena unspooled her arms from across her chest and gave him one last shove. “If this is how you-”
Ryan caught her by the wrist and drew her into him. He held her steady for a moment, long enough for her to understand she had lost control of the situation, then he kissed her hard. On the mouth. Helena parted her teeth to accept his tongue; she wrapped her hands through his hair. Her body moved on its own now, rubbing itself into him and looking for all the spots she had been dreaming about: the wiry muscles along his shoulders, the cut abdomen, the rock hard cock poking outright.
But that was what she couldn’t find. His shoulders and stomach and all the glorious muscles therein were accounted for; it was the erection that was missing. She glossed her hand down the front of his pants again, feeling for his package and finding it soft.
“You don’t want me?” she asked in a voice that came out more fragile than she expected it to.
“What makes you say that?”
Helena closed her fingers around the meat she could find, holding it firmly without squeezing it. “You’re not even hard?”
“You think I’m going to get hard from two seconds of kissing? What do you take me for? A high school boy?”
He took her by the wrist, pulling her along out the stairwell and back towards the apartment. Helena didn’t have time to think, not that that would have done her much good anyway. She didn’t know what she was supposed to think when it came to Ryan, whether she was supposed to be attracted to him, whether she was supposed to come onto him. Since the moment Troy snatched her from the parking lot, she was unsure of everything and had no idea how she was supposed to behave. Fortunately for her, Ryan was in command here.
They were in the bedroom before Helena noticed. Somewhere in her mind, she was still in the stairwell, stuck in the moments that flared with anger and were temper with the sudden kiss. She was dizzy, almost giddy, and she was relieved when Ryan guided her towards the bed and ordered her to take her clothes off.
“All of them?” she asked, her voice sounding high and distant to her own ears.
“Get naked right now.”
Helena stripped, dropping each article of clothing to the floor. Ryan watched her, his eyes locked and cold. For the first time, Helena saw the wolf inside of him, the predator. He was watching her like she was a tasty little meal, and no matter how hard she begged for her life, he was going to devour her.
When she was naked, Ryan snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. “On your back,” he told her. “Legs spread.”
Helena did as he said. She watched his face change as her thighs parted, and he ran his fingers down the inside of them, stopping right before he reached her cunt. Her body ached as if that would will him to keep going, to push his fingers into her, to tease her and toy with her.
Ryan lowered his face to Helena’s split open pussy. She quivered in hope that he was about to lick her clean but instead, he buried his nose into her and inhaled deeply like he was savoring her, like he was drinking her in.
“You gonna smell it all day or ya gonna eat it?” Helena joked with a bright lilt. She was unprepared when Ryan, faster than any human she had ever seen, slapped a hand down between her legs, right on her excited clit. “Shit!”
“Who’s in charge here?” Ryan asked, his eyes narrowing.
Helena felt a jolt of sensation run through her, a sensation she had never encountered before. “You are.”
“That’s right.” He flipped her over onto her stomach, watching her scramble to her hands and knees. “Where I’m from, we fuck like animals.”
Helena whimpered as Ryan’s tongue licked her from behind. It moved in long, slow drags until it drew, warm and wet, up her ass. His fingers penetrated her, and she moaned.
“That’s what I want,” she breathed as his tongue worked its way back to her pussy. “I want to be fucked mercilessly.”
Ryan climbed on the bed behind her, his clothes still on. She heard the sound of his belt unbuckling but when she turned to look, a clean slap landed on the full of her ass.
“Face forward,” he told her. “You only look back at me if I say you can.”
“Yes, sir,” Helena said, then pressed her teeth lightly into her tongue. The ‘sir’ had just slipped out but it changed the air in the room, made the whole scene turn electric.
Ryan’s hands closed around her hanging tits, massaging them as his body came closer to hers. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said, his voice a growl. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
A stream of pleading burst out of Helena: she wanted it hard and rough; she wanted him to fuck her until she had to beg him to stop. With each word, his fingers gripped her tits tighter, her nipples extending with the pressure. She never thought she’d be naked on her hands and knees and having to beg a boy to put his dick in her but here she was. What was even more surprising than that was how good it felt.
“You’re an animal,” Ryan said, one hand moving from Helena’s breast to her pussy. His fingers slipped inside; his thumb stroked her clit. “Tell me you’re an animal.”
“I’m an animal. The only reason I’m here is to fuck.”
“Well, that was exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Helena felt the stretch as his cock fit inside of her. Even without seeing it, she knew it was huge. His thrusts reverberated up to her stomach, shocks of pleasuring spurting up her spine. He kept a hand close to her clit as he pounded into her, gently running a finger down it to watch Helena shiver and squirm.
She had never sweat so much during sex in her life. Ryan had thrown her on her back halfway through, pushing his teeth against her throat as they coupled together. His shirt was off but his jeans were just pushed down past his knees so Helena had to wrap her legs around his back. The shelf of his ass held them perfectly in place.
“We fit together so well,” she whispered as one of the several orgasms she’d had subsided. She was aware of the sweat cooling along her hairline, collecting in the valley between her breasts. Ryan lapped at its saltiness happily.
“Amazing how a big cock can make you feel that way, isn’t it?”
Helena came again as Ryan pulled out and licked her. His tongue was coarse against her clit; it made her body spasm without her control. Her hips bucked upward, and Ryan caught her ass in his hands, pressing the cleft of her tighter to his mouth.
“I can’t come anymore,” Helena told him, her tired body flopping to the mattress the moment he released his hold on it. “I’m tapped out.”
“Oh is that right?”
He flipped her over again, and they fucked one last time from behind. Helena felt the weak start of a climax building inside of her but it floundered and died before it could go rocketing up through her stomach, through her chest and throat and nasal passages, and explode like a bomb inside her brain. Her elbows and knees gave out, and she faltered to the mattress.