“Talk about what?” Josh rubs his chin, acting dumbfounded and shit. Here comes the “I don’t know what you’re talking about” act.
“You know what, Josh? I have zero fucking tolerance for your bullshit right now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Josh’s face reflects confusion. Somebody should give this bastard an academy award—he’s a hell of an actor.
“Art didn’t steal Deputy Wyatt’s truck on his own. This has you and your friends’ names written all over it.”
“His truck was stolen?”
Ricky turns to me. “Now is the time to speak up.”
He lets out a frustrated growl when I don’t provide the information he seeks.
“Listen, Josh, I wasn’t born yesterday. If I find out you had anything to do with what happened today, your ass is grass.” Ricky disappears upstairs.
Josh finally looks at me. I walk up to him until we’re standing toe to toe. “I proved I’m not a rat, but we know who the snakes are.”
His nostrils flare. “There’s no point in us all going down.”
“You’re nothing but a dishonest piece of shit.”
“You better step back, out of my face.”
“Make me.” I notice his hands twitching. “Go ahead. Take your best shot.”
“Stop. No fighting,” Cin says in a low voice as she races down the stairs.
She tries unsuccessfully to separate us.
“Josh, please just come upstairs.” She attempts to pull him away. “If you two fight, I’m going to jump smack in the middle, and I could get hurt.”
He turns around, following behind Cin.
“She saved you, little bitch.”
He stops in his tracks and stiffens.
“Don’t let him get under your skin.”
Anger morphs into lust as my eyes follow Cin. The tiny pink shorts she’s wearing barely cover her ass and the cami top molds to her breasts perfectly. My dick hardens as need consumes me. Fuck—I want her. I want her bad. Once she’s out of sight, I storm into my bedroom and close the door. I sit on the bed, pulling out my erection, intent on finding release. My hand rapidly moves up and down my length while I imagine pounding between Cin’s legs, but the orgasm I desperately crave eludes me.
Shit! I can’t come. Jerking off isn’t going to work for the massive hard-on I have. I need to be buried in her heat. Giving up, I put my dick back inside my jeans and circle the room in agitation, leaving footprints in the worn carpet. Thoughts of Cole and cocaine have been in the forefront of my mind for so long, but now Cin is beginning to take center stage. Damn it, I can’t allow that to happen. Spending my remaining days on earth experiencing pleasure, when Cole will never feel that emotion again, is not an option. I open the dresser drawer, retrieving the razor stored there, needing an escape. I slash my abdomen in long, deep strokes, deeper than I’ve ever cut myself. But I’m careful, so stitches aren’t needed. Blood drips down my stomach. Blissful relief. Unfortunately it only lasts seconds, so I keep going. By the time I’m satisfied the front of my jeans are soaked in blood. I take them off and hold the ruined denim against my abdomen to stop the flow of blood. I lie on the bed, hoping the pain will keep me from finding slumber—sleep isn’t kind to me.
“Please, no. Cole, come back. I’m sorry… so sorry. It should’ve been me. Why wasn’t I there?” My sweaty limbs become entangled in the bedding as I toss and turn. I unsuccessfully will myself to wake up.
“Art. It’s okay. You’re just having a nightmare.”
Though the sound of Cin’s voice is music to my ears, it’s muffled, as if I’m underwater. When I feel the light touch of fingertips wiping my tears away, my ears pop open. It’s like her touch turned on a switch inside me.
“I warned you,” I growl.
I maneuver Cin under me in an instant, pinning her wrists to the bed above her head. My hips settle between her soft thighs—my dick growing harder by the second. I’m going to murder her fucking pussy. Her eyes widen in fear, but I don’t give a shit. She whimpers when I bite down on her earlobe.
“You don’t fucking listen. Now I’m going to give us what we’ve been denying each other for far too long.”
I capture her lips in a feral kiss. My free hand disappears into her pink shorts, sliding through her slick cunt.
“My God, your wet pussy tells me everything I need to know. I won’t be gentle with you. I can’t,” I whisper against her lips.
Her hips jerk convulsively as my finger circles her clit.
“Careful, it seems as if you like this a bit too much. You’re not going to beg me to stop this time? Where are your tears? I was hoping for more.”
“I can’t fight you anymore,” she says, kissing my lips softly.
Her compliance is unexpected, but welcomed.
“I want you.” She places kisses along my face before wrapping her legs around my back, bringing her sweet heat closer to my throbbing erection.
What little control I had left vanishes. I tear at her clothes like a madman until she’s naked, her shirt and shorts in tatters on the floor. I don’t fuck her right away—instead I kneel between her spread legs. Fucking gorgeous. I lift her legs over my shoulders and position my length at her entrance. I thrust forward, not allowing her body time to adjust to my intrusion. She lets out a pained scream as I savagely rip through her tight channel until my dick is completely enveloped by her hot pussy. An animalistic sound escapes my throat. Being inside her is pure ecstasy. I brutally propel my hips forward, trying to imprint her body into the fucking mattress.
“Ugh,” she groans, placing her hands on my chest to slow my assault on her dripping pussy. “Be gentle.”
“Even if I wanted to I couldn’t. I don’t have the ability to control myself with you.”
I continue punishing her pussy with deep powerful strokes. The bed creaks under the pressure and the headboard bangs against the wall. If anyone happens to venture to the kitchen, the sounds will draw them to my bedroom. The cuts across my stomach begin to bleed, but I’m oblivious to the pain. Her cries of pleasure mixed with grunts of agony echo in my ears.
“Wait, Art, stop. Please,” she begs.
Her pleas fall on death ears. A bomb going off couldn’t stop me. Her legs tremble as I pound into her like a jackhammer. Damn, her amazing pussy hugs my dick like a fitted glove. Perspiration covers our bodies. With each thrust, her pussy gets wetter and wetter. Goddamn, I’m drowning in it, losing myself in her.
“Fuck,” I growl.
I lay flush against her, moving my hips in slow circular motions, savoring the suction of her center on my erection. My hands twist in her hair while I kiss her mouth vigorously, swallowing her moans of bliss. I don’t ever remember feeling like this. Her fingernails bite into my back as her heels dig into my ass.
“Art!” she shouts as her orgasm surges through her.
Cin’s fluttering cunt milks my manhood, sending me over the edge with her.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I chant, emptying my cum inside her.
I give one more thrust, wringing the last of my climax from my body. I lay my head on her shoulder, my semi-hard dick still buried in her warmth. Her thumb brushes across the scar on my wrist.
“You cut yourself really bad this time. You have to stop.”
“I need to cut just as much as I need to breathe. It’s either cutting or cocaine. Which do you think is better for me?”
There’s a long pause.
“Do you dream about your brother every night?”
“Every fucking night since the day he died.”
“He’s at peace with God.”
I raise my head to peer into her eyes.
“If there’s a God I didn’t see him. There isn’t a bright light to transport you to paradise when you die. That story is a lie. When I was at death’s door, all I saw was a never-ending darkness before I woke up in hell.”
She caresses the side of my face “The only hell you’re in is the one insid
e your mind.”
If only that were true, but at least Cin can transport me to paradise for a little while. She gasps when my dick hardens again. We fuck for a few more hours then she sneaks back up to her bedroom right before dawn.
What have I done? I ask myself for the millionth time as the water cascades down my body. This is the second time I’ve betrayed Trevor. After leaving Art’s bedroom, I raced upstairs as fast as my feet would carry me, clenching my destroyed clothes to my breasts. There’s no way I could explain my naked state if I was seen. I threw my tattered cami and shorts under the bed before wrapping myself in a robe and heading to the bathroom for a shower. If Trevor ever finds out, he’ll be heartbroken. What if Art tells him? I can’t let this happen again.
I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy every last minute of Art being inside of me. It was passionate and wild, something I’ve never encountered before. Sex with Trevor is good, but with Art, it’s phenomenal. Even though at times it fucking hurt—he was so damn rough—I still wanted more. My hand slides between my legs, gripping my swollen pussy. I groan, circling my clit while flashbacks of Art fucking me filter through my mind. I can’t be in the same house with him today. I hurriedly rinse off. I’ll spend the day with Anneli, because there’s no way I can face Trevor, not after what I did.
Hopefully everyone will stay asleep until I’m gone. I dress in a T-shirt and sweatpants. I stuff my ChapStick, car keys, wallet, and cell phone into my pockets before leaving my bedroom. I tiptoe down the stairs, quiet as a mouse. I grasp the doorknob, only moments away from making good on my escape.
“Running away, are we? I knew you would. Can’t face what you did in the light of day, can you?”
My body goes rigid, but I don’t look back. I pull the door open, prepared to bolt, but Art has other plans. I should’ve known he wouldn’t make this easy for me. He’s at my back, pushing the door shut. His large, strong body surrounds my smaller frame. He swings my long braid over my shoulder, skimming soft kisses across the back of my neck. The cool metal of his lip ring slides along my heated flesh. The scent of him calls to my senses, the woodsy aroma making my pussy damp.
“Art, please…”
“Art, please what?”
“I have to go.”
“Go where?”
“I have plans.”
“Liar.”
“What happened was a mistake.”
“A mistake you’ll make again.”
“No.”
“Another lie.”
I whimper when his hard dick prods my back.
“Go run away, little birdie. I’ll be waiting for you when you get back.”
Art steps away, taking his warmth with him, leaving me cold.
“Art?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you tell Trevor?”
“The idea of telling him I know how his girl’s wet pussy feels is appealing.”
“You said it would be our little secret.”
“I’ll keep my mouth shut. You just be sure to keep your legs open.”
I leave the house, walking towards my Toyota Corolla on shaky legs. My cell phone chimes as I slide into the driver’s seat.
Trevor: You never called me back. What happened?
Me: I’m sorry. I fell asleep.
Trevor: Are you coming over today?
Me: Not today. Anneli and I are having girl time.
Trevor: I was really hoping to spend some time with you.
Me: I promised Anneli.
Trevor: Okay, come over after school tomorrow.
Me: Okay.
I rest my head against the steering wheel. Shit… I opened Pandora’s Box.
“So what’s up?” Anneli devours a spoonful of Blue Bell banana pudding ice cream.
When I arrived, she grabbed our favorite treat from the freezer. Not the healthiest breakfast, but delicious nonetheless. For the last half hour, we’ve been lounging on her bed talking about the upcoming track and field season.
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you over at my house at seven-thirty in the morning?”
“I didn’t know it was a crime to visit a friend,” I snap, throwing the spoon in the carton.
“Come on, Cin. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
The waterworks start then. God, I’m a complete and utter mess. Anneli leans over, wrapping me in her embrace.
“Oh, sweetie. What happened?”
“I did something really shitty, but that’s not the worst part. I liked it, and I want to do it again. I’m afraid of myself.”
Though Lilah is my cousin, I have more of a connection with Anneli, and she’s not a gossip, so I’m more comfortable talking to her. Anneli is also brutally honest and won’t blow smoke up my ass.
“It’s not the end of the world,” she assures me.
“It feels like it.”
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. What’s done can’t be undone. The question you have to ask yourself is—what are you going to do to make sure it doesn’t happen again? Once is a mistake, twice is inexcusable.”
I was so sure of what I wanted before Art came along. Trevor and I have had several long conversations about the future. I know the likelihood of high school sweethearts ending up happily married after college is slim, but Trevor and I were optimistic. I love Trevor. I know my actions say otherwise, but I really do. My feelings for Art are strong, but we could never be together. He’s waging a battle inside his mind I can’t begin to help him with. Still, I went to his bedroom knowing what would happen.
Once I was sure everyone was asleep, I crept downstairs. I told myself I only wanted to see if he was okay, but we ended up fucking over and over again. The blood seeping from his fresh cuts didn’t stop the vigorous thrusts he delivered to my body. Using protection with Art never entered my mind. I know I won’t get pregnant since I opted for birth control when I became sexually active with Trevor. Though, to his dismay, I still insisted he wear a condom for a long time afterwards, explaining I wasn’t ready for that type of intimacy. Having someone come inside me is a huge deal to me, so I don’t understand my decision to let Art break that barrier.
“I’m so ashamed,” I whisper as the memory washes over me. Anneli rubs my back.
I cry more. What’s going to happen when I go home tonight? Will Art be waiting up for me?
“I know what will make you feel better.”
“What?”
“Shopping,” she answers with a big smile.
“Shopping makes you feel better.” I laugh. Anneli is a certifiable shopaholic. For me, shopping is kryptonite.
“True. Still, I think it’ll help take your mind off things.”
“All right. I’m in.”
“Open your legs, so I can eat your pussy,” Art says, kneeling on the bed in front of me.
“We can’t,” I whisper.
“I’m not leaving until I get a taste.” He pulls my panties down my legs.
“This is wrong, so wrong.”
“I was never good at doing the right thing.”
Art flicks his tongue rapidly across my clit. My back arches off the bed as my thighs tighten around his head. I thread my fingers through his silky hair. His tongue ring hitting my sensitive nub increases the pleasure. He devours my pussy until rapture consumes my entire being.
I bite my bottom lip as shivers overtake my body. My eyes slowly open.
“Art,” I moan, as the last tremors subsides.
It’s not a dream. A naked Art is in my bedroom, his head between my legs, lapping at my pussy.
“Art, what are you doing?” I whisper.
He lifts his head. “I told you I’d be waiting for you when you got back.”
“No, we can’t let this happen again. Please leave.”
“If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll take it. Did you really think one night of fucking you would be enough for me? You’re not stupid. You knew I’d be coming back for more.”
God he
lp me, because damn if I don’t want more of him.
He kisses my stomach, pushing my T-shirt up to dip his tongue in my navel. Once he’s had his fill, he licks his way up my body to explore my breasts. He sucks my left nipple into his warm mouth while lightly pinching the other until it becomes a hard point. Art’s free hand ventures to my cunt to glide his fingers through the creamy wetness there. His finger travels to my rectum to penetrate my virgin ass. The lubricated digit slides in easily. My body undulates under him. I trail kisses across his forehead. He roughly flips me over. His large body covers my back—his substantial weight pressing me into the mattress. He positions the broad head of his penis at my entrance. I make soft mewling noises as he slowly works his way into my still sore pussy. He doesn’t start off fast and furious like the first time, but still the effect is just as profound. Art’s big dick stretches me so deliciously. This boy is so fucking intoxicating to my senses. We moan in unison when he fills me to the brim.
“Two fucking weeks, and you’re already under my fucking skin,” Art growls in my ear. “How the fuck did you do that?” he asks, thoroughly confused.
I whimper when he bites my neck, causing a stinging pain. I know he broke skin. Art cannot give me pleasure without first inflicting pain. He entwines his fingers with mine and takes possession of my mouth, kissing me with an intensity that leaves me dizzy. He pulls out of me then rams back in, balls deep. My soaked pussy makes wet sounds with every agonizingly slow move forward.
“You make me forget, and you make me want,” he says angrily.
“My life was perfect before you came here. You ruined everything,” I return with my own anger.
“That’s our fate then. We’ll ruin each other.” He captures my lips again.
His fucking becomes barbaric, like a sudden madness overtakes him. He makes me feel… He makes me feel explosive—he’s the match, and I’m the fuse.
“Art, stop, we’re making too much noise.”
His pace doesn’t falter, instead it increases tenfold.
“Josh will hear us.”
“Fuck him.”
My mind-blowing climax leaves me a puddle of nerves. I bite into the mattress to muffle my screams. He sounds like a wild animal as his teeth dig into my shoulder. The noises he emits are unintelligible. He fucks me with wild abandon until he finally shudders, then goes lax. His heavy weight is comforting. When he’s composed enough, he slips from my body, gets dressed then leaves my bedroom without a word.
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