everything I've got, angry and ready to make him come just to get a little power back. He talks about me like I'm something dirty and to be used.
Maybe I want to use him a bit too.
He grunts and tightens the fist in my hair, tugging and pulling me over and over again as he rocks his hips and pumps into my mouth with all that he’s got. I can’t help but look up at him, to watch him lose himself in the wet heat of my mouth.
I choke a little when he shoots down my throat, the taste not something I'm used to, and this time when he drags me to my feet he doesn't give me the chance to flinch away.
He kisses me.
He hauls my naked body up against his and takes over my mouth, biting my bottom lip and tugging it with his own until I open my mouth to his and he can taste himself on my tongue.
I can count on one hand the amount of times I've been kissed.
It was never like this.
His hands run down my sides until they reach my ass, cupping it to haul me up and into his arms, my legs curling around him on instinct. My bare pussy rubs against his shirt and I can smell my own arousal, clean and sweet, between our bodies.
"Did you flirt with any of those boys out there?" he growls against my lips and I answer without thinking.
"No, I'm not interested in anyone."
His eyes narrow and his palm cracks down on my ass, the sting of it jolting me and forcing me to rub against his chest. "You wanna rethink that? You're dripping down my shirt, I'd say you're more than fucking interested."
I'm too far gone to blush or get embarrassed, I just nod my head and when he crushes his lips to mine again I kiss him right back.
He walks us both out and into the bedroom again, laying me out on the bed and yanking my legs up, spreading my pussy open as he stares at it like he wants to tear into me.
The first trickles of fear start up in my gut and I have to say something. "What are you going to do?"
He glances up at me, his eyes glazed and his tongue darting out to swipe over his bottom lip. "I'm going to eat this pussy until I've had my fill. I'm going to make you come, over and over again, until you forget about those fucking assholes that were trying to get inside you."
My legs start to shake a little and I collapse back onto the pillow, throwing an arm over my eyes and taking a deep breath. If I hate it I can just... leave. I can walk over to Poe's house and I can leave.
He doesn't attempt to ease me into it. He attacks my pussy the same way he's always treated me, a firm and rough demand, but the feel of his tongue parting my lips and dipping inside is like nothing I've ever felt before.
He licks and sucks at every part of my pussy, his arms curling around my hips and holding me still once my shaking legs turn into a full body tremble. When his tongue circles my clit a gasp rips through me and I really start to squirm.
When my very first orgasm finally takes over me, I'm practically sobbing. My entire body is overwhelmed with sensation and overstimulation, and I think I'm going to embarrass myself when he finally looks up at me.
Except he doesn't.
No, he keeps going. He lays there on his childhood bed and pushes me over the edge three, four, five times until I'm gushing all over the sheets and his face is dripping with my arousal.
My brain is broken.
He sits up and I'm expecting him to get up and leave, or tell me something fucking awful about myself that'll ruin this whole thing, but he doesn't.
He sticks his fingers inside me.
The last ripples of pleasure evaporate and panic drenches my entire body, the sweat turning cold and my body clenches up for an entirely different reason.
His eyes are hot on mine as he freezes, his fingers slowly slipping out of me but the damage is done. My heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s trying to pound right out of my chest.
“I can’t,” I croak, and his brows draw down low.
“Why?”
I don’t have an answer for that. Not without breaking open my ribcage and exposing