Call Me Crazy.

"Jimmy, give it back!!" I yelled, sprinting towards the man that took off with one of my paint brushes.
"No!" He cackled, pushing the back door open to dart into the back yard.
I had just gotten my cast off a few days ago, so I was able to move around a lot better than I had been, course my leg was still stiff, but it didn't mean I wasn't able to run after the fucker for messing with my shit. Again.

"James Owen Sullivan, you give me my fucking paint brush right fucking now before I bury you in a pile of dog shit!" I yelled, walking outside.

The back yard lights flicked on, giving me a chance to see him darting into a bush. It was well over past midnight, and he had this wild hair up his ass to want to fuck around with me. And when I say this, I mean in a 'Imma fuck your shit up and there ain't a gotdamn thing you can do 'bout it' type deal.
"Jimmy, I can fucking see you." I said, crossing my arms. His spikey hair poked up from behind the larger bush in my back yard, a giggle coming from him as well.
"Shut up, I'm a fucking ninja!" He yelled, throwing my paint brush at me.
I fumed then, bending down to pick the discarded paint brush up. "Well I got what I wanted." I chimed, turning on me heal to walk away. I heard russling then, turning around to get a face full of Jimmys chest.
"You can't leave me out here. It's dark!" He said, taking me down to the grass.
"Jimmy you came out here in the first place to get away from me!" I laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
"I underestimated the darkness after the lights went out. Hold me." He said, putting his face in my neck.
"Jimmy I'm getting grass in my shorts, get off me." I said, trying to push him away.
"No." He muffled, putting his full weight on my body.
"Jesus, how much did you eat today?" I groaned, lying there in defeat, hopefull that he'd get off of me instead of crushing me anymore than he already was.
"Now that's not nice. Now I have to kill you." He said, lifting his head up. As he said this, he swayed his head from side to side with a grin on his face. Usually when he does this, he either does one of two things. A.) he tickles me until I'm blue in the face, or B.) He ducks me in cold water. At this moment in time, I'm guessing option B wasn't what he was aiming for.
His fingers went under my shirt then, dancing across the skin on my rib cage and sides. Immediately, my laughter came flying out of my mouth.
"J-Jimmy, STOP!" I cried out. This only egged him on more, his hand going over my stomach. I was literally in tears now, my breathing becoming ragid, my laughter becoming wheezes.
"Okay, I'm done." He said finally, releasing me then. I caught my breath then, lying back down on the grass, trying to let my body calm down.
"I hate you." I whispered, trying to sit up.
"No you don't." He whispered back, pulling me up the rest of the way. A silence fell over the both of us. It was awkward, but yet, it wasn't comfortable. Course that might have been the grass that kept coming up into my shorts.
"Meadow." I snapped out of my daze, looking up at him.
"Hmm?"
"You're staring again." He whispered, smirking softly.
I bit my lip, blushing slightly, looking down at my hands. I felt him shift a little, making me look up then. His shirt was gone, my eyes scanning the FICTIOIN tattoo written on his chest. "What are you doing?" I whispered, looking up at his face, seeing his eyes sparkle mysteriously.
"You're not broken anymore." He said, leaning down then. It was like an episode on the discovery channel. A lion stalking his prey. That's how he was acting right now. I scurried away from him, a smile on my face as he crawled after me. Just as I was about to stand up, he grabbed my ankle, causing me to yelp.
"Shhh." He whispered in my ear, sending a chill up my spine. He said he was going to do this, but why was I so ready to bolt away? Oh god, his hands. He has slid his hands back up my shirt again, I was frozen. I didn't know what to do, or how to respond. I just looked at him as he leaned his head down, pressing his lips against mine. I couldn't help but groan then, heat building up in my stomach. He caught onto this and took full advantage.
"Jimmy.." I managed to murmur.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Meadow. I promised." He said huskily, clearly he was growning more fond of this situation. I was becoming more and more relaxed.
"Not outside, Jimmy..." I whispered, almost pleading with him.
He looked at me, nodding his head, "Bedroom. Kitchen..inside's always best." He said, standing up and pulling me up with him. He bent down then, putting his arm under my knees, pucking me up. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, causing him to smile. He leaned down then, kissing me again. This kiss made me shiver, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly.
He didn't waste anytime getting inside, busting my bedroom door open with a kick of his foot. He hurried over to the bed, setting me down softly before crawling back on top of me.
Clothes were torn away, flung every which way, now leaving me in my underwear, him in his boxers. His lips were attatched to my collar bone, my nerves bursting with fire as his hand roamed over my skin. The man was literally driving me insane with how slow he was being. Almost like he was trying to commit something to memory with how slow his lips worked down to one of my nipples.
"Fuck." I hissed, my hips pressing up to his the best I could since I was much smaller than he was. He looked up at me, his fingers finding the waist band of my panties before pulling them down slowly. This is what I was waiting for. My thighs shaking terribly as he pushing himself up to his knees. He looked me over, licking his lips like he could eat me.
"My god, Meadow..you're beautiful." He whispered, dipping his head down to kiss me again. I could feel his erection pressing against my inner thigh. His hand gripped my sides as he lowered himself, his tongue working circles over my skin until I felt his hot breath down between my legs. I wouldn't say I was exactly ready for what was happening next. His tongue seeked that little bundle of nerves out with little to no effort at all, causing a loud moan to come up from my throat. I heard him chuckle as he continue, making me squirm.
"Oh, fuck Jimmy.." I whined, turning my head as I got a fist full of sheets in both of my hands. Slowly, I felt his index finger slip inside of me, causing my hips to buck against him. That little white ball of heat inside me appearing, causing me to let out a long stream of curse words. I hadn't been with a man in so long that I almost forget what it's like to have an orgasm. The feeling I was getting from him was absolutely mind blowing. Suddenly, I was feeling myself reach my peak, my breath hitching in my throat, when he then stopped. I opened my eyes, looking up at him confused. He smirked at me as I watched him pull his boxers down. My eyes immediately widened. He was larger than I've had before, making me feel indifferent on whether or not he'd actually fit. He leaned down, hovering over me as he took a hold of himself.
"I'll be gentle.." He whispered.
I reached up, taking his face in my hands, nodding my head. He aligned himself then at my entrance, sliding in slowly. I hissed, feeling myself stretch as he inched his way in slowly still. He was completely in, staying still so I had time to adjust. I continued to look up at him. I closed my eyes then, nodding my head as I felt myself more than well adjusted to him. He moved his hips softly, a grunt coming from his lips.
"So fucking tight.." He whispered.
I felt myself blush, but it was soon overlooked by the moan that came from my mouth. The way his hips moved at that moment was enough to make me squirm. The way he hit that one spot sending chills up and down my spine.
"Jimmy..harder...please." I whimper, feeling myself tighten around him.
He gripped my hips firmly, adjusting himself so he could end up deeper inside of me, picking his pace up. His grunts turned into groan, his eyes fluttering shut. I was sure with this pace, both of us would end up over the edge in a matter of minutes. He buried his face into my neck again, his lips suckling on my pulse point. I moaned louder, my hand finding his back, sliding down to his ass. I gripped him tightly, feeling that little ball of heat build up. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, my hips raising up to meet his as stars popped in front of my eyes. My orgasm was so great that my body jolted each time he stroked my inner walls. I knew he was close with how his breathing changed, and then his dick twitch just slightly. With one final thrust, he spilled inside of me, a loud groan coming from his throat, his head tilting back.
He collasped beside me then, pulling me to his chest, "I love you." He whispered, completely catching me off guard. I looked up at him, smiling softly before nuzzling into his forearm.
"I love you too." I whispered.