Chapter 12: Not Fred
Dear Diary,
The last four months were magical. I was seeing a dreamy man, handsome, muscular, charming. Fred works as a model, and despite being always in the company of other female models, I wasn't jealous. We weren't dating; we were like friends with benefits. I was not seeing other men; I just wanted Fred. And he told me many times that I was the only woman in his life.
I was not feeling any pressure to be committed to somebody.
I was just enjoying the present and not worrying about the future too much. I loved to be with Fred. But at night, when I was alone with my thoughts, doubts creeped in. "What if he’s just like Anthony? What if he's using me to satisfy his sexual needs and then he'll move on?" I can't believe I am here, in Fred's bed, cuddling with him. I have never been the kind of girl who falls for the first guy who smiles at her. But here I am, falling for Fred. Is it just physical attraction? Or is it something more? I can't tell.
But I know one thing for sure - I want him. Badly.
The days that follow are a blur of gentle touches, soft whispers, and heated kisses. Fred and I slip seamlessly into a routine, spending most evenings together, either at his place or mine. We cook dinner, watch movies, talk, and laugh until our sides ache. But it's the nights that I live for - the nights where we lose ourselves in each other, where our bodies become one, and the world outside fades away.
I find myself looking forward to our late-night conversations, where we lay entwined in his bed, our bodies warm and sated.
Fred has a way of making me feel seen, heard, and understood. He listens to my stories about work, my dreams, and my fears, and he shares his own experiences in return. It's not just sex between us; there's an emotional connection that I can't deny.
He's not just a pretty face or a hot body; he's a complex person with dreams and fears. And he sees me, the real me, not just the surface.
Today, he surprised me with breakfast in bed. It was just simple pancakes and coffee, but the thought behind it made my heart flutter. I could get used to this, to waking up next to him, to feeling his arms around me. It's a dangerous thought, one that sends a shiver of fear down my spine. It's starting to become something more than friends with benefits.
In my efforts to avoid falling in love for him, I forget to see the other side. Is Fred falling in love for me?
Is it possible?
In the last few weeks, he's been showing me small gestures of affection that make my heart flutter. Like when he cooked dinner for me at his place last night, even though he knows I'm not the best cook and he could have just ordered takeout. Or when he surprised me with breakfast in bed this morning, a simple pancakes and coffee, but the thought behind it made my heart skip a beat.
Or when he held my hand as we walked back from the movies last week, his thumb gently tracing circles on my palm, sending shivers down my spine.
I can't help but wonder if he's feeling the same way I am. Is it just my imagination, or is there something more between us? Something deeper, more meaningful?
One night, we were lying in bed, entwined in each other's arms, the room bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.
Fred was tracing lazy patterns on my back, his touch sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I was lost in the moment, content and happy, when he suddenly said, "You know, Isabella, I've been thinking."
My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to face him. "About what?"
He smiled, his eyes soft and warm. "About us. About how good we are together. Not just in bed, but everywhere. We have fun together. We laugh together. We share things with each other."
My breath hitched in my chest, and I curled into him, my head resting on his shoulder.
"We do, don't we?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Fred's hand stilled on my back, and he turned his head to press a soft kiss to the top of my head. "We do. And I don't want that to change."
I felt a flutter of hope in my chest, but I quickly tamped it down. I didn't want to get my hopes up, only to have them dashed later on. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice cautious.
Fred took a deep breath, and I could feel his body tense slightly beneath me.
"I mean... I think we should give this thing between us a real shot. I want to be with you, Isabella. I want to see where this goes."
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel a wave of emotion crashing over me. Hope, excitement, fear, doubt - they all swirled together, creating a dizzying cocktail of feelings. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, my breath hitching in my chest. "Fred... I want that too. I do. But I'm scared."
He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. "Of what? Of me?"
I shook my head.
"Not of you. Of this. Of getting hurt again. Of trusting someone and having them let me down."
Fred's hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had slipped down my cheek. "I promise you, Isabella, I will never hurt you. I will never let you down. I care about you too much to ever do that."
I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but all I saw was sincerity and raw emotion. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Okay, Fred. I believe you. I want to be with you.
You're all I think about, all I want," Fred said, his voice low and thick with desire. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it made my heart flutter. I wanted to believe him, to trust him, but the fear of getting hurt again was always lingering in the back of my mind.
Fred leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I melted into him, my body aching for more. His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves and dips, as if he couldn't get enough of me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I let out a soft moan.
Fred's hand slid down to cup my ass, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection, hot and hard, through the thin fabric of my panties.
"Fuck, Isabella," Fred growled, his voice low and husky. "You make me so hard. I can't get enough of you."
I reached down and grabbed his cock through his underwear, stroking it slowly. Fred groaned, his hips bucking against me.
"You feel so good, Fred," I whispered in his ear, my voice thick with desire. "I want to taste you.
I removed Fred's underwear and start to suck his big cock slowly.
I can feel the length and the girth of it on my tongue. My saliva starts to flow and I begin to suck him as deep as I can. I can feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I fight the urge to gag. I slowly pull back, my mouth making a wet popping sound as I do. Fred throws his head back and moans, his hips bucking slightly.
“Fuck, Isabella, that feels so good,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
I smile around his cock and take him deeper, my hands gripping his ass as I do.
I can feel the muscles in his thighs and ass tense as I suck him, and it sends a jolt of excitement through me. I want him to lose control, to fuck my mouth like he can't control himself.
Fred must sense my desire because he starts to move his hips, fucking my mouth in slow, deep thrusts. I moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers through him. That feels incredible," he groans, his hands fisting in my hair as he starts to pick up the pace.
I suck harder, my head bobbing as he thrusts into my mouth.
The taste of him, the feel of him, it's driving me wild. I'm so wet, my pussy aching with need. I want him inside me, fucking me senseless.
Fred seems to read my mind. He pulls out of my mouth with a pop, his cock glistening with my saliva. He grabs me by the waist and flips me over onto my hands and knees. I look back at him over my shoulder, my heart pounding with anticipation.
He runs his hands over my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. "You have the most perfect fucking ass, Isabella," he growls.
I can feel his hot breath on my skin, and it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. I arch my back, pressing my ass higher in the air, inviting him to take what he wants. "I'm going to fuck this ass, Isabella. I'm going to bury my cock so deep inside you, you'll never forget it."
His words send a gush of wetness between my legs. I'm so turned on, so desperate for him to fuck me. I spread my legs wider, my pussy aching with need.
Fred runs his hands over my ass again, this time spreading my cheeks apart.
I can feel the cool air hitting my exposed pussy, my body trembling with anticipation. I look back at him, my eyes locked onto his, the raw desire burning in his gaze sending shivers down my spine.
"You want this, don't you, Isabella?" he asks, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck your tight little pussy until you scream my name?"
I nod, my breath coming in short gasps. Please. I want that."
Fred groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
"Fuck, Isabella, you're so wet. I can feel it on my fingers." He slips one finger inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me for what's to come. I moan, my body arching into his touch. "You feel so good, Fred.
He chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Patience, baby. I'll give you what you need, but first, I want to taste you."
I can't contain my moan as he replaces his fingers with his tongue, lapping up my arousal.He flicks my clit with his tongue, sending jo He flicks my clit with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I push back against him, desperate for more. Fred chuckles against my pussy, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me.
"You're so sensitive, Isabella. I could spend all night just exploring this perfect pussy," he says before diving back in, his tongue lapping and flicking, driving me crazy with need.
I reach back, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place as he eats me out. I can feel my orgasm building, the pressure growing with each flick of his tongue.
"Fuck, Fred.
I'm close, I need you inside me now." I pant, my body trembling with need. Fred growls low in his throat, his fingers tightening on my hips. "You're going to get what you want, baby. I promise."
He stands up, his body towering over me, and I can feel the heat of him radiating off his skin. I look back at him, my eyes locked onto his. His cock is rock hard, sticking straight out in front of him, glistening with pre-cum and my saliva. The sight of it sends another wave of wetness between my legs.
I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to fill me up. Fred positions himself behind me, his cock rubbing against my entrance. I can feel the heat of him, the hardness, and I push back, trying to impale myself on him.
"Not yet, baby," Fred growls, his voice thick with lust. "I want to savor this."
He runs his hands over my ass again, giving each cheek a soft slap that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. I moan, pushing back against him, and he chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine.
"Be patient, Isabella. I want to tease you, make you beg for it."
He leans down, his hot breath in my ear, sending another shiver through me. "You want this cock, don't you, baby? You want me to fill you up, stretch you out."
I nod, a whimper escaping my lips. I need it."
He slaps my ass again, and I gasp, the sting sending another wave of pleasure straight to my clit. "You'll get it, baby.
But first, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for it." Fred's voice is a low growl in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel him, so close, yet not close enough. I'm on fire with need, my body aching for him to fill me up.
"Please, Fred," I pant, my voice barely a whisper. "I need it. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me, filling me up."
Fred groans, a low, primal sound that sends a shiver of excitement through me. "That's what I want to hear, baby.
Beg for it." Fred's voice is thick with desire, and I can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my entrance. He slides the tip in slowly, just a little, enough to make me whimper. I push back, trying to take more of him, but he holds me in place, teasing me.
"Please, Fred," I beg, my voice ragged with need. "Don't make me wait. I can't take it. I need you inside me."
Fred groans, a deep, animalistic sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Isabella.
I'm going to fuck you so good," Fred growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he slowly pushes his cock deeper inside me. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me, stretching me, claiming me.
"Oh, God, yes," I moan, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. "You feel so fucking good, Fred. I've been dreaming of this."
Fred begins to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me. I can feel every ridge, every vein, as he glides in and out, coating me in my wetness.
I push back against him, meeting his thrusts, wanting more, needing more.
"Fuck, Isabella," Fred groans, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy feels like fucking heaven. So tight, so wet. Jesus Christ, you feel amazing."
His praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I clench around him, making him groan even louder.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "You like feeling my cock inside you, stretching you out?" "Yes, Fred. I fucking love it.
I love feeling your pussy squeeze my cock like it does," Fred growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're so goddamn tight, Isabella, so fucking wet. I could stay buried in this pussy all night."
His words send a surge of heat through me, and I push back against him harder, taking him deeper. "Yes, Fred, yes. Fuck me, please. Harder. Please, I need more," I beg, my voice ragged with need.
Fred obliges, his hips picking up the pace, slamming into me harder and faster.
The room fills with the sound of our skin slapping together, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, my body trembling with the force of it.
"Yes, Fred, just like that," I moan, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."
Fred's hands grip my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me. "You want that, baby? You want me to fuck this tight pussy until you scream?" he growls, his voice low and primal.
"Yes, God, yes. I want it all.
I want every fucking inch of your cock inside me, Fred. I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts, so deep I can feel you in my fucking soul."
Fred's grip tightens even more, his thumb now digging into the soft flesh of my hips, leaving prints that will be there tomorrow. I love it. I love the way he handles me, like I'm his possession, his plaything. I want to be his everything.
"Fuck yes, Isabella. Your little cunt is taking my cock so well. So fucking tight and wet. I want to feel you come on my dick, baby.
I want to feel your pussy clench around me as you scream my name." Fred's words send a shiver of anticipation down my spine, and I push back against him harder, meeting his thrusts with equal force. Yes. I'm close. I'm going to come on your cock. Make me scream, Fred. Make me scream your name." My voice is ragged, my breath coming in short gasps as I feel my orgasm building.
Fred's hips pick up the pace, slamming into me so hard that the bed creaks beneath us.
The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, a primal and raw symphony of lust and desire. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me, stretching me, possessing me.
"Fuck, yes," I pant, my voice hoarse with need. "Just like that, Fred. Fuck me like you own me."
Fred grows, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine. "I do own you, baby. This pussy is mine.
No one else's," he growls, his voice thick with possession and desire. "You're mine, Isabella. Say it."
"I'm yours, Fred," I moan, pushing back against him, wanting to feel him even deeper. "I'm yours."
Fred's hands grip my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he starts to pound into me harder and faster. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet sound of my pussy taking his cock. It's a symphony of lust and desire, raw and primal.
The room is filled with the scent of sex, the sound of our bodies slapping together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. My body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. I'm close, so fucking close.
"Fuck, Fred," I pant, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm going to come. I can feel it."
Fred growls in response, his hips moving like a machine, driving his cock deep inside me. "That's it, baby. Give it to me. Come on my cock. I want to feel you come."
I can't hold back anymore.
The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming. I feel like I'm going to explode any second now.
"That's it, Isabella," Fred groans, his voice thick with lust. "Give it to me. Come all over my cock."
I let out a scream, a primal, animalistic sound that echoes through the room. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. I feel like I'm being torn apart, like I'm shattering into a million pieces. My pussy clenches around Fred's cock, milking him, trying to pull him deeper inside me.
He roars, his body convulsing as he finds his own release. I can feel the hot spurts of his cum filling me up, coating my insides. It's a sensation like no other, the feeling of him coming inside me, marking me as his own.
He collapses on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. He's heavy on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside me, but I love it. I love the feeling of being completely consumed by him, of being completely his.
We slept together. When I woke up, Fred was dressed saying he needed to go to work to deal with something urgent. He asked me to stay, he would return in one hour. He also said his friend may come by to borrow a book about photography.
Fred left and I decided to take a shower. One hour passed and Fred didn't return. Some minutes later, I hear the doorbell rings. Propably Fred's friend coming to borrow the book. I went to the living room using a robe and my eyes get open wind when I opened the door.
It was Ryan.
My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight of him. He was even more handsome than I remembered, his muscles bulging beneath his tight t-shirt, his hair slightly disheveled, as if he had just run his fingers through it. His eyes, a piercing blue, met mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity between us.
"Hey, beautiful," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I was not expecting to see you again."
I stammer, my voice barely a whisper.
Ryan's smirk grows wider, and he takes a step closer, his large frame towering over me. "Well, well, well, look who's all grown up," he says, his gaze raking over my body, lingering on my cleavage. "And look at you, all fancy and shit. You must be doing well for yourself."
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks, but I don't back down. "Thank you! Your are much stronger since we were friends" I said.
"You know we were more than friends! Well, I still have good memories of our past. We had our problems, but the good memories are more precious. What are you doing here? Are you dating Fred?" Ryan asked, his voice low and husky.
I hesitated, unsure of what to say.
"It's complicated," I finally replied, avoiding his gaze.
Ryan chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Complicated, huh? That's code for yes, isn't it?"
I sighed and looked up at him. "Yes, okay? Yes, I'm dating Fred. But it's not serious."
Ryan's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Not serious, huh?
That's a fucking shame," Ryan said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because I've been thinking about you a lot, Isabella. About that hot little body of yours, and how good it felt to bury my cock deep inside you."
My breath hitched in my throat as his words sent a jolt of desire straight to my pussy. I knew I should close the door, push him away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I stood there, transfixed, my heart pounding in my chest.
Ryan took a step closer, his body inches away from mine.
I could feel the heat radiating off him, the raw power and intensity that seemed to vibrate off his skin. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. "You're even more beautiful than I remember, Isabella," he murmured, his voice low and rough.
I swallowed hard, my breath coming in quick gasps. I knew I should step back, tell him to leave, but my body betrayed me. I could feel the heat between my legs, the ache that had been growing since the moment I opened the door. He was muscular than before and muscular men are my weak point.
Ryan noticed my reaction, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "You remember how I used to fuck you, don't you, Isabella?" he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You remember how I used to make you scream my name?"
I shuddered, my body responding to his words even as my mind screamed at me to push him away. I was torn between desire and decency, between the past and the present. But in that moment, the past won.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I remember."
Ryan's hand slipped from my cheek, trailing down my neck and over my collarbone before cupping my breast. He squeezed gently, a low growl escaping his lips. "You were always so responsive, so fucking eager. I loved that about you, Isabella."
I let out a soft moan, my nipple hardening against his palm. I could feel the heat between my legs building, my pussy aching with need. I knew I should stop this, push him away, but my body was betraying me. I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me like he used to.
"We can't do it! Fred will be returning soon!" I said.
Ryan's fingers tightened around my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, drawing a gasp from me. "Fuck Fred," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "He won't be back for an hour.
And we both know you can make me come in less than that."
I should have been shocked by his words, by the raw, filthy way he talked. But all I could feel was desire, my body aching with need. "You're so fucking arrogant," I whispered, even as my body betrayed me, pressing closer to him.
Ryan's other hand gripped my hip, pulling me against him so I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my stomach.
"I'm arrogant, huh? Well, you remember why, don't you, Isabella?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You remember how good I was at making you come. How many times I made you scream my name?"
I let out a shaky breath, my body aching with need. I knew I should push him away, but my traitorous body wanted more. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
Ryan's grip on my hip tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he ground his cock against me. "Good," he growled. "Because I want to remind you. I want to show you what you've been missing."
Before I could respond, Ryan's mouth crashed down on mine, his lips demanding and insistent. I gasped, the shock of his kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He swept his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned, my body melting into his as I kissed him back, my hands fisting in his hair.
"Fuck, I want your cock. But Fred can't know about this!" Isabella said full of lust.
"OH, BUT I KNOW!" said the voice coming behind us. It was Fred, standing by the door, arms crossed, a face where you can read pure hate.
I was shocked, I didn't know how to react.
"What the fuck are you doing Isabella?!" Fred yelled.
Ryan chuckled a low, dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I was just giving Isabella what she wants, Fred. You should know better than anyone that she loves my cock."
I turned to face Ryan, appalled by his words. But my body was betraying me, my pussy was throbbing with need, my nipples hard as diamonds.
"You fucking asshole!" Fred screamed and rushed to grab Ryan by the shirt.
I quickly stepped between them, my robe falling off me, exposing my naked body. "Stop it, Fred! Both of you, calm down!"
Ryan chuckled, looking down at me. "You should have thought about that before you let me in, sweetheart."
I felt Fred's body tense behind me, his breath hot on my neck. "You're a dead man, Ryan," he growled.
Ryan smirked and looked at Fred over my shoulder. "Is that a threat? Come on, Fred. You know I'm not afraid of you."
Fred pushed me aside and lunged at Ryan, but Ryan was quicker.
He ducked Fred's punch and landed a solid right hook to Fred's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched the two men trade blows.
"You fucking piece of shit!" Fred roared, spitting blood onto the floor as he scrambled to his feet. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"
Ryan just smirked and shook his head. "Come on, man. You know you can't take me. I've always been the better man."
Fred lunged again, but Ryan was ready.
He sidestepped Fred's attack and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it behind his back until he was on his knees.
"You want to fight, man? Let's fucking fight," Ryan growled, his voice thick with lust and violence.
I stood there, frozen, my body aching with a mixture of fear, excitement, and pure animal desire.
I watched as Ryan's muscles flexed and coiled, his body a perfect display of power and control. He was a predator, and Fred was his prey.
"You like watching us fight, Isabella?" Ryan asked, his eyes gleaming with dark intent as he looked at me.
When Ryan looked down at Fred, it was the moment I decided that enough was enough. I took a vase from a desk and broke it on Ryan's head. Ryan fell to the floor.
"Stop! Both of you!" I screamed.
The sound filled the room, echoing off the walls as Ryan collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from the gash on his head. I stood there, panting, my heart pounding in my chest. I had never hit anyone with an object before, and the sight of blood was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Fred looked at me, his eyes wide with shock. "Isabella, what the fuck did you just do?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
I turned to face him, my body trembling with adrenaline. "I stopped it, Fred.
I ended it before it could go any further," I said, my voice shaking as I looked at the blood on my hands. I had hit Ryan with the vase, and now he was lying dizzy on the floor, some bleeding along his face.
"Stupid bitch!" Ryan said. Fred decided to call an ambulance.
Ryan received the help he needed and said he was not going to press charges to the police. Ryan knew it was his fault. Ryan left and he knew he lost Ryan's friendship.
Fred looked at me with disgust. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with anger and betrayal. "You know, Isabella, I thought I could trust you. I thought you were different. But you're just like the rest of them, aren't you? You can't keep your legs closed, can you?"
I flinched at his words, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I loved Fred, and the thought of hurting him like this was unbearable. I opened my mouth to apologize, but Fred held up a hand, silencing me.
"Save it, Isabella. Just save it. Just leave. I hope not to see you again." Fred turned his back on me, his voice dripping with venom. "Just fucking leave."
I stood there, frozen in shock, my heart shattering into a million pieces. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let him see the pain he was causing me. I turned around and quickly got dressed, grabbing my purse and keys before slamming the door behind me.
As I stumbled out of the apartment, I couldn't believe what had just happened. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? I thought about going back, apologizing again, begging Fred to forgive me. But I knew it would be useless.
After all the deceptions that I had, and all the pain I felt, I finally found someone to love.
And this time, the villain was me.