“Fuck,” she barks. “I want you, okay. I fucking want you. Argh,” she screams when my lips wrap around her tip and I suck her deep into my mouth.
Her heels dig into my ass, her nails scratch at my scalp as her back arches against the wall, giving all of herself to me.
Her chests heaves and my name leaves her lips with her cries of pleasure as I switch to the other side.
Just when I think it might be taking her too close to the edge, I drop her back to the ground.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks when I take a step back.
Rubbing at my jaw, I run my eyes down the length of her. Her neck, chest, and breasts are covered in my bite and suck marks, my cock weeps as I take in the sight. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, exposing her tiny black panties.
Shaking my head, I push my hair away from my face, pulling my shirt over my head and drop to my knees before her.
Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, she watches me with heat filling her eyes.
Reaching forward, I wrap my fingers around the sides of her panties and pull until they come away from her body.
“Shane, fuck.” Her eyes widen in shock as I ball up the lace and shove it deep in my pocket.
“For later, then you inevitably send me away.” I’m only half-joking. I have no intention of sleeping with them under my pillow or anything fucking crazy but I’m not against a little memento of tonight, alongside the recording of course.
Tapping against the inside of her thigh, she widens her stance for me, giving me just enough space to lean forward and find her clit with my tongue.
Her taste explodes in my mouth, making my head spin with my need to sink inside her. I could do that right now, hell knows she’s ready, but I’m not okay with this being over too quickly. I already know that it’ll never be long enough.
Her fingers return to my hair as I lift her leg over my shoulder to give me more access.
I’m a little more confident this time, helped by my recent experience but more so the vodka. Just like that first night, my inhibitions are a hell of a lot lower than usual.
Parting her lips, I suck on her clit as she chants above me. My fingers find her soaked entrance and I groan in delight as I slide them into her slick channel.
“Oh god,” she moans as the vibrations of my low groan rumbles through her and she only gets wetter.
I lap at her and my fingers increase speed inside her. The one leg she’s standing on begins to tremble as her pussy begins to clamp down on my digits.
As much as I want her to come like this, I won’t allow it. There’s no way I’m risking giving her what she needs only for her to walk out without looking back once again.
Just as I sense she’s on the brink of falling over the edge, I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she barks as she realizes that I’ve stopped and drags her head from where it was resting back against the wall.
“Changed my mind,” I say with a shrug.
“You fucking what?”
Falling down onto the couch, I stretch my legs out in front of me. The bulge of my hard cock obvious beneath the fabric of my pants.
“If it’s good enough for you, then it’s good enough for me, baby.”
“I’ve never left you like that.”
“As good as every time you send me away.”
“No. No, that’s nothing like—”
“Say it again,” I demand.
“Say wha—oh.” She places her hands on her hips. She’s still totally on display for me to enjoy despite the patch of skin around her waist that’s covered by her skirt.
“Say. It. Tell me you want me.”
Her lips purse and her teeth grind.
“Tell me that you feel this. This thing between us when we’re together.”
“It’s just sex, Shane.”
“Is it? So it was like this with all of them, was it?”
Something passes across her face but she covers it before I get a chance to attempt to make it out.
She opens her mouth to respond but no words come out. I already knew I was right, but that’s all the confirmation I need to know that this thing isn’t one-sided. She feels it too.
“Strip.”
20
Chelsea
“Strip.”
It’s hardly the demand of the century, seeing as I’m basically standing here naked anyway.
I make quick work of undoing the button around my waist and shimmying the fabric down my legs.
Shane watches my every move, his eyes almost black with desire.
I stare at him resting back on the couch like he doesn’t have a care in the world, but I know that’s far from the truth. The darkening bruises around his eye and jaw, and his cut lip are just the beginning.
I really thought after I sent him away from the hospital that it would be the end of us. I know that Shane is nicer than most guys, that he’s already given me one too many chances to admit that I want him but I really didn’t think he’d come back for more once again.
He’s drunk, a little voice in my head says, and as if he can read my mind, he leans forward for the bottle he abandoned not so long ago.
He swallows down a couple of mouthfuls like it’s water, only I know from the slight slur of his voice and the confidence in his touch that it’s not.
I really fucking want some. But I can’t. Not that he offers me any.
“So now what? I told you what you wanted to hear.” Although, we both know I didn’t. I might have said I wanted him in that moment but there is so much left unsaid between us. I should have told him the truth a few moments ago when he asked about this being like me with the others.
He has no idea that really, there aren’t any others. Just like everyone else at Rosewood High, he has me marked as some kind of whore who puts out to everyone who shows any kind of interest, only it’s not quite the truth.
“Show me. Show me what all the others rave about. I think I’ve forgotten the last time, maybe you’re not that good after all.”
He places the bottle on the floor after opening his fly temptingly.
I should walk away from what he’s insinuating, but I know I’ve only got myself to blame. It may not be as bad as he thinks, but I can’t lie, I’ve touched one too many of his teammates in the past. Those I haven’t are happy enough to brag along with the others making out like they know. I should have set them straight the first time someone claimed to have had me on my knees, but I couldn’t. Fucked-up, I know, but they were talking about me like I was something, like they cared and had a reason to keep me around. Like I said, fucked-up. But it is what it is.
I expect him to push his pants down, but he never does. He just keeps his eyes on me, daring me to give him what he needs.
“I should walk out right now,” I say, although my body betrays me and takes me a step closer to him.
“Go on then. I’m getting used to seeing your back.”
I hate this side of him. The angry at the world persona he’s playing to try to hurt me like I have him. But as much as I might hate it and crave the sweet guy that I know he really is, I can’t help but be turned on. Something inside me just can’t resist that hint of a bad boy that I suspect only I’ve had the pleasure of witnessing.
I think back to him ripping my panties from my body not so long ago and a wave of desire washes through me. Who knew he had it in him?
“I never back away from a challenge, Shane. You want to play games, then you’ve chosen the wrong opponent if you want to win.”
He swallows as he takes in my body as I close the space between us.
Once I’m right in front of him, I place my hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head.
He stares up at me, his eyes dark and his chest heaving.
“What are you waiting for? You owe me.”
I can’t really argue with that. I owe him a hell of a lot more than a blowjob though af
ter all the bullshit I caused him.
“Oh yeah. What exactly do I owe you?”
“Everything. Now…” He shoves his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushes.
“Stop,” I demand, making his eyes widen in shock.
Backing away from him, I drop to my knees.
The sight of me before him has the vein in his neck pulsating.
“Allow me, I owe you after all.”
His lips part to respond, but no words come out as I wrap my own fingers around the fabric and tug.
He lifts his hips to help and I pull his pants and boxers over his ass and down his thighs. His already hard cock rests against his stomach and I can’t help but bite down on my bottom lip at the thought of taking him in my mouth again. He wasn’t wrong with what he said earlier, it’s been so long I have almost forgotten.
Once he’s free of his pants, I discard the fabric on the floor and push his legs wider so I can settle between them.
I drop my lips to the side of his knee and slowly kiss up his thigh. His fingers slide into my hair as his impatience starts to get the better of him, but I refuse to be rushed.
Leaning forward, he reaches for the bottle of vodka he left on the floor and lifts it to his lips.
“Want some?” he offers this time.
I shake my head.
“Your loss.” He drains the bottle before throwing it to the other side of the couch and resting back.
He stares down at me, his impatience obvious in his eyes as I continue teasing him.
“Chels,” he moans as I scratch my nails down his abs. “I need—”
“I know what you need, Shane.”
His hands tighten in my hair, leaving me little choice but to look up at him. His eyes are still dark with desire but there’s more there now. His usual softness has returned.
“No, I really don’t think you do.”
A lump forms in my throat and tears burn the backs of my eyes as our connection holds. Damn pregnancy hormones. I desperately want to believe that there could be something between us, but it would be dangerous to even allow a little bit of hope in. He doesn’t want me. He can’t, not after everything. There’s a reason why no one knows about this situation we keep finding ourselves in. I’m his dirty little secret. One that he’s happy to enjoy behind closed doors, but is probably ashamed to admit to the outside world. I’m not the kind of girl guys like Shane deserve. He should have a nice girl on his arm. Not one with a tarnished reputation who everyone hates.
Needing to break whatever weird connection has developed, I do the only thing I know that will distract him. I lean forward and lick up the length of him. His cock pulsates beneath my gentle touch, his hips lift as he seeks more and his fingers tighten until his grip is almost too painful to bear.
“Fuck, Chelsea.”
Spurred on by his words and reaction to my simple touch, I wrap my fingers around him and lick around the head of his cock.
He groans, the noise at the back of his throat reawakening my own lost pleasure from earlier.
Parting my lips, I suck him as deep as he’ll go, loving the growl that rumbles up his throat.
Glancing up at him, I find his head resting back on the couch, his blond hair is a mess after having my hands in it not so long ago, his eyes are shut, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted.
I run my eyes down his body, taking in his chest and cut abs. Fuck, I want to run my tongue over every indentation. I want to be able to take my time, to enjoy this thing between us not just have stolen moments full of anger and hate as we battle against each other and what we really feel.
“Fuck, fuck,” he chants when I lift my hand and cup his balls.
His length swells between my lips and I know he’s almost at the end.
I suck him once more before releasing him with a pop and standing.
“What the fuck?” His head lifts, his eyes wide in shock.
He must realize my intention the second he sees the smirk on my lips.
Tit for tat, baby. You leave me hanging, then you can expect the exact same treatment in return.
“You set the rules, baby,” I say in a sickly-sweet voice that I usually reserve for hooking up with the assholes he plays with. “Not my fault if you can’t handle the consequences.”
I step back, but he’s quicker than I give him credit for. His fingers find mine and I’m pulled toward him with such force that I have no choice but to fall into his lap.
“Going somewhere?” he asks, his eyes glittering with amusement.
“Yeah, leaving.”
“Not this time. I’m not finished with you. And for once… I’m calling the shots.”
I stare at him, enjoying his more dominant side.
In seconds he’s moved me so that I’m sitting astride his lap and his large hands wrap around my waist, holding me in place.
“Go on then, I think we’ve both waited long enough.”
Reaching down, I grasp him. His eyelids lower at the sensation and I delight in the fact that even now, I hold all the power. It’s how I need it to be. I need to be the one who can call the shots in an attempt to protect myself.
The moment I have us lined up, I sink down and watch as the muscles in Shane’s neck strain with pleasure. His jaw pops as I drop lower and his fingertips dig into my skin.
“Fuck,” he barks once I’m fully seated.
His eyes hold mine and I lift slowly and drop back down.
“Fucking hell, Chelsea,” he groans, suddenly sounding much more sober.
“What?” I ask, confused by the change in him.
“It’s not supposed to be like this.” His voice is low and almost a whisper, and I lift once again.
“Like what?”
“This fucking good. This fucking addictive.”
I fall silent, but I fear my feelings about what he just said are written all over my face. He’s right. It shouldn’t be like this.
It was supposed to be one night of distraction. It wasn’t supposed to turn into needing each other quite like this. It wasn’t supposed to turn into this toxic thing that I can’t help craving as much as I hate it.
Unable to look at the honesty in his eyes, I drop my head to the crook of his neck and push all thoughts aside as I ride him.
His hands help me move, but it’s not long until his need for release has his hips pistoning up into me.
My fingers curl around the back of the couch and my nails dig in as I race toward my own orgasm.
“Fuck, Chelsea, fuck.”
Sitting up straight, I throw my head back and cry his name as my body crashes over the edge.
Only seconds later, he pulls me down against his body, and with his face tucked in my neck, he stills as he growls out his release, his cock twitching deep inside me and igniting some of my own aftershocks.
His increased breaths tickle across my heated skin as he comes down from his high.
Knowing that I need to move, that our time together is over, I push away from him but his arms lock around me, holding me in place.
“Shane?” I question, needing him to release me before I start allowing myself to believe there could be more here.
“Just need a minute. That was…” He trails off.
“Yeah,” I agree. What else is there to say? It was pretty incredible. Almost enough to make me believe that there could be something between us.
“Chelsea?” he asks, a weird emotion filling his voice that I can’t place.
“Yeah?” I whisper, enjoying being in his arms a little too much.
His fingers thread into my hair and hold me in place as he moves his lips to my ear.
“That was a dare,” he whispers.
For a second, the words don’t register. But the moment they do, my entire body tenses in his hold.
Allowing me to move, his arms drop from around me and I sit up.
He’s got a smug as fuck grin on his face as his eyes bounce between mine.
Something hot explode
s inside me as I stare back. “You’re a fucking asshole. You’re no better than any of them, you know that?”
“Can’t beat them, join them,” he says with a shrug.
“Fucking prick.” I climb off him, hating that him slipping from inside me feels so good it’s almost a distraction from reality.
“You feel better now that you got one over on me? You win, Shane. You fucking win.”
I tug my clothes on while he remains motionless on the couch. I don’t look at him, I don’t dare look to see that smirk again because I know how much it’s going to piss me off.
I don’t even have the energy to say anything as I blow through the door. I slam it as hard as I can behind me as I run from the house.
I didn’t want to fucking be here in the first place, but knowing I was almost as good as new, Rae insisted I attempt to rejoin the world and Mom couldn’t do much but agree. She couldn’t keep me locked up in that bedroom forever.
I keep my head down as I push through the students all enjoying their Friday night. Seeing as I’m now the social pariah, hardly anyone even glances my way as I make my way to the front door.
Thankfully, Rae is nowhere to be seen or I know I’d never make it out. Thankfully, I do because by the time I dig inside my purse for my car keys, tears are streaming down my cheeks.
“You motherfucker,” I scream, slamming my hands down on the steering wheel in an attempt to get some of my anger out.
I was the one warning him not to play games, that he’d be the one to lose. How fucking wrong was I?
He’s supposed to be the nice one. The sweet one. Yet he just played me at my own game. Although I’m not sure it was ever my game to begin with.
It’s not until I’m halfway home that I realize the car behind me has been trailing me since leaving Ethan’s house.
My heart races knowing that he’s followed me and is driving drunk. I have no idea if I’m angrier at the thought of having to see him once again or that he’s put himself in danger. I’m tempted to say it’s the latter, but I push it aside, not wanting to deal with how I really feel about him.
It’s dark so I can’t really make out the car other than its bright as fuck headlights, but it makes every single turn I do, even to the point of signaling a turn on the street I live on.
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