Always Welcome

Thank You

As I stare up at the ceiling fan spinning in slow circles, I fist the bedsheets at my sides as my body jerks forward. I grit my teeth together to keep from crying out in pain. I blink slowly and ignore the grunts and moans between my legs. I blink the sweat and tears out of my eyes only for more to take its place. My body began to jerk faster as the man's grunts increased in volume. I winced as the man grabbed my hips tightly and lifted them up so my shoulderblades dug into the mattress.

I began to count the bumps on my ceiling to take my mind off the searing pain spreading throughout my butt and lower back. I got to three hundred and forty-two before the man stopped moving and a hot fluid filled me to the brim before flowing out and down the backs of my thighs. I heard the man pull his clothes on with a content sigh.

I looked at him with a smile. "Thank you for playing with me."

The man chuckled as he produced a wad of cash out of his suit jacket and put it on my dresser. "No, thank you, Oliver. I find your company very enjoyable," he said as he brushed my hair out of my face. He roughly smacked my throbbing butt before he left, throwing out a quick "see you next week" before he shut the door. 

I fought to keep in the tears as I carefully got up from my bed. Crying will change nothing. I ignored the cash and made my way to the attached bathroom. I turned on the water and stepped in, not caring what temperature the water was at. I reached for the body wash and quickly grabbed the handlebar on the side of the shower when my legs suddenly gave out. I bit my tongue and carefully grabbed the body wash again, making sure to keep a tight grip on the bar so I didn't fall like last time. 

As I stood under the spray of water to rinse off the suds, my eyes slowly drifted to the razor sitting innocently on the shower caddy. I began to reach for it as a numbness overcame me, but I stopped and reached for the shampoo instead when I heard my bedroom door open. I popped the cap of the shampoo bottle and was about to pour it onto my hand when it was taken from me. I looked over and saw another man standing there, the water from my shower getting his blue V-neck wet. 

I leaned forward and allowed him to scrub the shampoo into my hair. "You know, Oliver," he began as he tilted my head back under the spray of water, "Ruddy tipped you almost three hundred dollars." I hummed, not really caring. I hated when I got tips. "You must've done something very right," the man said as he reached for the conditioner. 

I closed my eyes as he worked it into my hair. "Thank you, Quincy." 

Quincy smiled before he rinsed that out of my hair, too. He picked up the body wash and looked at me with a raised brow. I nodded, making him put it back before he shut off the water. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me before lifting me out of the bathtub. He set me on the ground and quickly but thoroughly dried me off. He threw the towel aside before he picked me up bridal-style and carried me over to my bed. 

I sat up, ignoring the ache in my lower back and tilted my head in confusion. "I thought I had to get ready for school now?"

Quincy shook his head. "No, not today. It's been quite a long time since we've spent any quality time together," he said as he removed his shirt. 

My mouth went dry and I felt like crying all over again, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside. Quincy hated crying. Instead, I plastered a fake smile on my face and laid back down as he stepped out of his jeans. 

I gasped as Quincy slammed into me and whimpered in pain as he quickly drilled into me. "God, little brother, you're always so fucking tight," Quincy grit out as he wrapped my legs around his waist. 

"Th-thank you, big brother." I gasped, tears filling my eyes.