She tilts her head back, licking her plump nude-colored lips. “It’ll be worth it.”
I slide my right hand into her hair, and her eyes close as she lets out a moan. Her hands go to my jeans, and she pulls my hips into hers. My hard cock aches as it rubs against the fabric of my boxers. Fuck, this can’t be happening. Someone needs to interrupt us …
“Kiss me, Deke.”
“I won’t stop,” I admit. I wanna hurt you, Demi. I want to show you what I can do as much as you want to see it. It won’t end well for her. But she may like it …
Don’t do it. Walk away, Deke.
Her lashes flutter open, showing me those gorgeous blue eyes once again, and I’m fucking done. I’m about to do something I’ll regret, and she knows it. She reaches back, turns the knob on the door, and pulls me inside the dark bedroom.
I rip her shirt up and over her head, and I allow her to remove mine. She is fumbling with my jeans, and I’ve already got her jeans down to her ankles. “Light …”
“Leave it off.”
I yank her to a stop with my hands on her hips. I dig my fingers into them, holding her in place. “Are you shy, Demi?”
I can hear her panting, and I want nothing more than to see her bare chest. “Kinda.”
I smirk. “There’s nothing to be shy of, baby. I’ve already had my fingers inside you.”
She whimpers. “Please,” she begs, and it does things to me that I can’t quite explain.
She reaches inside my unbuttoned jeans and grabs my dick. I jump when her soft hand makes contact. “Fuck.” I groan, pumping my hips into her hand.
“Yes, please …”
My lips find hers in the dark, and we stumble backward. I dig into my back pocket and grab my wallet; I remove the condom and then shove my jeans down my legs along with my boxers. Somehow, we find the bed, or she leads me to it. I don’t know.
“I Don’t Even Care About You” by MISSIO blares through the speakers as I crawl on top of her and slide my cock into her. No time for foreplay. No need for it. She’s soaking wet, and I’m fucking hard and have been waiting for it for what feels like forever. My teeth clench, and my breath catches at how tight she is. “Fuck, Demi!” I groan in pleasure. “God, you feel …” I push my hips forward, going in deeper, feeling her squeeze me to the point it’s almost painful. In the best fucking way.
“Deke ...” She gasps, her nails digging into my back.
“Incredible.”
Things begin to get blurry. In the darkness, all I can do is feel her. And I do. Every fucking inch of her tight cunt. She’s screaming my name. My hands are in her hair. My lips on her warm skin. The room is hot, almost suffocating. She’s coming once, then a second time. And I throw her legs over my shoulders as I fuck her with so much force, I can taste the salty tears that run down her cheeks when I kiss her.
I don’t know how long I’m inside her; all I know is that it’s not long enough. And then I’m coming.
Her body shakes uncontrollably. We’re both covered in sweat and trying to catch our breath. We lie silently next to one another as what we just did hits us with full force. And I fist my hands at the weakness I showed.
I just fucked Demi Holt!
Fuck!
The sad thing? I’m ready for round two. I wrap my arms around her small body and pull her back into my chest. I’ll do her from behind this time. But I pause because she’s shaking uncontrollably. “You okay?” I ask. Kissing her shoulder, I feel pieces of her hair stick to my lips.
“Just go, Deke,” she whispers.
“What?” I ask, pulling away from her.
“I’m tired. Go.”
I get out of the bed and begin to feel around the floor for my clothes. I find my jeans and shirt but can’t find my boxers. Fuck ’em! Once dressed, I stand in the darkness and just listen. A softer song plays in the house so it’s easy for me to make out her even breaths. She’s passed out.
I exit the room and come face to face with Cole standing on the balcony leaning up against the railing. His eyes meet mine, and he frowns. They dart across the balcony to the other door and then back to the one I just exited.
“What?” I snap. I’m fucking pissed at myself on one hand for doing what I did and on the other for wanting to go back in there and do it again.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Ready to go?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I turn and run down the stairs and out of the fucking house. Once outside, the cool air hits my sweaty skin, making me shiver. I inhale the fresh air and close my eyes.
What the fuck did I do?
You just fucked Demi, and she was right. It was better than Becky.
DEMI
Sophomore year
“You’re okay.” I hear Eli’s soothing voice as he rubs my back.
I’m on my knees hugging his toilet, puking my guts up. I can’t stop my body from shaking, and my eyes are so heavy. I’ve lost count of how many times I pass out and come to.
“Here.” He hands me the cup of water, and I wash my mouth out with it and spit it into the toilet.
I push myself off and lie down on the tile. The cool floor feels good on my warm face.
“Come on, baby,” he says, bending down and picking me up off his bathroom floor. Then he’s laying me on his bed.
“Where is your phone?” he asks.
“Pocket,” I barely manage to mumble. “David’s … 1234 …” My eyes close.
Seconds tick by, and then I feel the bed dip next to me. I open my heavy eyes to see him lying next to me. “Eli …”
“I’m not gonna do anything, Demi. I promise.” His jaw clenches. “But I am gonna sleep next to you in case you get sick again.” He reaches out and pushes some hair behind my ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
And before I can ask why he’s sorry, my heavy eyes betray me once again and close.
Present
I stand in the kitchen, getting ready to leave for school Monday morning. It’s been two days since my Halloween party. I threw it on Saturday night, knowing that Halloween was on Friday night. I knew that Austin had plans on taking Lilly trick-or-treating, and that if Cole didn’t come to my party, Deke might not either. So I had to plan my party accordingly. I was a tad worried that Cole would bring Austin, but I was hoping she would stay home with Lilly. Thank God, I was right.
I hear the front door open and close, and then seconds later, my mother’s housekeeper walks in. “Good morning, Demi.” She greets me with a nod of her head.
“Isabella.” I smile at her warmly. “I spoke to my mother last night, and she said to give you the day off today.”
She frowns, looking at the scattered cups and liquor bottles that litter the kitchen. I haven’t touched that shit. “The day off, ma’am?”
I nod and slide the white envelope over to her. “Here. Take a day for yourself. Go shopping and get you something nice for Mr. Rodriguez.”
Her chubby face lights up, and her brown eyes widen. The leftover trash from my party long forgotten. “Thank you. Thank you so much. Tell your mother thank you.” She nods quickly.
I wave at her as she all but runs out of the kitchen and then the front door.