“I want to make you come first,” he continues, his grip tightening around my wrist. “Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I breathe out with no hesitation.
“Don’t move,” he says.
I remain still as he removes his hand from my wrist, watching as he climbs onto the bed behind me. He lies down and pushes his head between my legs, his face right at my pussy. “Remove your hand,” he demands and I yank it out of my underwear, breathless with anticipation.
He remains fully clothed, his gloved hands pressing on the inside of my thighs, spreading me wider. With careful fingers he nudges my panties aside, exposing me and I watch as he studies my pussy, his lips parting, tongue sneaking out to touch the corner of his mouth. “So fucking wet.”
My thighs tremble—my entire body shakes as I wait for him to make a move. He lifts his head, his mouth landing dead center on my pussy and he nuzzles me. Teasing, light strokes that send my head spinning and my heart rate kicking into overdrive.
“Sit on my face,” he whispers, but I don’t. What if I suffocate him? What if I—
His hands grip my ass and he presses me down, so I have no choice but to do what he demands. He sticks his tongue out, licking my folds, my clit. Circling it, searching every part of me. His fingers slide closer to my crack, stroking me, teasing me as I basically grind on top of his face. Our gazes lock and I’m fascinated by the heat in his eyes, the way he watches me so intently as he devours me.
He draws his index finger up and down my ass crack, his touch as light as a feather. A shudder moves through me, a warning sign that my orgasm is already close, and I spread my legs wider, throwing my head back as I shamelessly rock against his mouth. He grips my ass, moving me against him, his tongue increasing in speed and I strain toward his magical mouth, desperate for more.
The orgasm hits, his name falling from my lips as I slide back and forth on his face, his tongue fluttering against my clit, his finger pressing against my asshole. My pussy clenches, my vision turning hazy as I toss my head back, a moan sounding from deep within me. He doesn’t let up. His mouth still works me, his gloved finger stroking my ass, his other arm coming around my waist and holding me to him as he fiercely eats me.
Another orgasm follows the first one, almost immediately, surprising me. It’s not as strong, but it still sends shudders rippling through me, leaving me a gasping, helpless mess. My thigh muscles strain as I try to lift away from him, and he loosens his hold on me so I can collapse beside him. I close my eyes, trying to calm my thoughts, my heart.
God, that was intense. The way he looked at me. Touched me. No one’s touched me back there before, and I never knew it could feel so…good.
I hear him roll off the bed. Peel off the gloves, the leather making a slapping sound as he tosses them on my desk. Clothes rustle as they’re removed and I remain still with my eyes shut, anticipation curling through me as I wait for him to return.
The mattress dips from his weight and I feel his fingers brush my hips as he tugs my stretched-out panties down my legs, removing them completely. He rolls me onto my back and climbs on top of me, his heavy weight almost a comfort, pressing me down onto the bed. He pushes my hair away from my forehead, his touch strangely gentle and I slowly open my eyes to find him watching me, all the usual iciness in his gaze melted away, replaced by unmistakable heat.
“You alive?” he asks sardonically.
I stretch beneath him, his firm cock resting against my belly. “I don’t think so.”
“You’re a filthy fucking girl, how eagerly you rode my face.” He leans down, his lips on mine, his tongue dipping inside my mouth. My scent is all over him, and I can taste myself. Salty sweet.
“It felt good,” I murmur against his lips as I reach around him, my hands sliding down his back.
He lifts up, his hands braced on the mattress on either side of my face, hovering above me. “I shouldn’t have come here tonight.”
I ignore his words, choosing instead to close my eyes and arch my body into his.
Whit presses my shoulder down onto the mattress, holding me with force. “What we have is meaningless.”
There he goes again, trying to convince himself.
“I’m only using you because I have your journal,” he reminds me, his mouth suddenly at my ear. “I’m finding out all of your dirty little secrets, Savage. You’ve been a grade A whore since you started high school.”
Anger suddenly floods me. Why does he have to open his mouth and say such shitty things? He’s ruining everything. I try to buck him off my body, but he’s too heavy. Too strong. “Get off me.”
“Little freshman Summer Savage enjoyed sneaking around campus, getting fucked by her eighteen-year-old boyfriend,” he croons in my ear, his fingers drifting down my arm gently, finding my wrist and clamping it like a vise. “Ol’ Daniel was a stupid fuck, was he not?”
All of my earlier tender feelings toward Whit evaporate with every cruel word he says. “Shut up.”
“Truth hurts? Your entries are just getting better and better.” He lifts my arm above my head, holding it there as he rakes his gaze over me. “Though I feel like there are certain things left—unsaid in that journal.”
Fear wraps its tendrils around my insides, cinching tighter and tighter. After my relationship with Daniel ended is when Yates finally sunk his claws into me completely. And once Whit reads those entries?
I assume he’ll want nothing to do with me.
“You even keep secrets from yourself, don’t you?” He presses his torso against mine, and I can feel his cock nudging at my pussy. He grabs my other wrist and pulls it up over my head, so he’s clutching them both and I feel trapped. Powerless.
Aroused.
I don’t understand why his anger and mean words turn me on so much, but I’m helpless to it. We’re sick. What we do is just…depraved.
Whit shifts down, his mouth on my breasts, covering my sensitive skin with downright sweet kisses. He draws one nipple into his mouth and sucks and sucks, making me writhe beneath him. He does the same to the other one, biting the flesh, sinking his teeth into it as I struggle against his hold, crying out.
He releases my nipple, blowing a soft breath across it, the flesh throbbing from his bite. He returns his attention to the other nipple. Licking. Sucking. Biting. Hurting. I feel his teeth sink into my flesh and it turns into an ache between my thighs. I wrap my legs around his hips, wishing he’d slip inside me.
“I’m not using a condom,” he mutters, releasing his hold on me so he can reach between us, his hand gripping around the base of his dick. “I want to feel you.”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
Whit laughs. “Of course you are. Pretty little whore. Fully prepared to fuck whoever you want with no consequences.”
Without thought I strike out, ready to slap him, but he’s faster, catching my wrist before I can smack his smug face. His expression darkens as he holds me, our gazes locked, me silently fuming. He makes me so incredibly angry when he says such awful things.
But deep down…I also like it. Too much sometimes.
“Don’t like it when I call you a whore?” he asks with a sneer. “Well, too fucking bad.”
He thrusts inside me, filling me completely, all the way to the hilt. A gasp escapes me and he releases my hand as he begins to thrust, pulling almost completely out before he pushes his way back in. He’s relentless, hammering inside of me at a steady pace, the force of his thrusts pushing me up the mattress and I take it.