by Dawn Doyle
“Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowing with concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “You’re just bigger than I expected.”
He smiled, the concern disappearing from his eyes. He kissed me once, then rubbed his nose against mine. “Relax,” he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his mouth back to mine, rocking my hips for him to move.
And when he did, every nerve ending in my body stood to attention, electricity firing through me, sending jolts of pleasure from my core and striking everything in its path.
Eastyn pulled back almost all the way before pushing forward, not stopping until his hips met mine, then repeated it over and over as he sped up, his cock hitting my cervix every time. The friction of his pubic bone stimulated my pulsating clit, and it wasn’t long before my legs began to shake as my orgasm began to build rapidly.
I couldn’t stop it. It built so fast I lost control of my limbs. My arms flew out and I grasped my sheets for support. My thighs clenched together trapping Eastyn between them as he pounded into me. His dick grew impossibly larger as he angled himself up, altering his position and hitting places that stole my breath. My spine arched and my toes curled, my body tense and on the verge of exploding.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as the first wave hit me, making my eyes roll back and my head to slam back into the pillow. “Eastyn, I’m coming!”
“Fuck!” he ground out, increasing the pace and driving into me as I convulsed under him, my walls tightening like I was milking every drop from him. He shuddered as his thrusts slowed, his breaths heavy and matching mine pant for pant. “Perfect,” he whispered. “Just fucking perfect.”
I lifted my hands and snaked them around his neck, guiding his head toward mine. “Absolutely.” I brushed his damp hair that had fallen over his forehead.
Eastyn’s lips found mine and his tongue licked into my mouth, his languid kiss tugging raw emotions from me that I never wanted to bring to the surface—the kind that made me see how easy it would be to fall for him. I just hoped that when that time came, I wouldn’t get broken all over again.
Eastyn
Shay curled into me, her bare tits pressed against my chest as she traced the raised marks on my skin underneath the grayscale images inked over me. My heart rate was steady, but the beats were loud and violent, pounding against my sternum with enough force that it felt like it was going to break through every time she moved to another scar.
I rested my arm over her slim waist, my palm flat on her smooth back while she continued her silent examination. I slid down until I reached her hip, then down over her thigh that was hitched over mine. When I reached her knee, she arched into me and let out a soft sigh.
My cock stirred when she moved, her nipples grazing my chest, sending a message down south like fucking morse code, telling my dick it was almost go time.
I wanted inside her again, to feel her tighten around me as I drove into her over and over until she screamed my name, just like she’d written about. Fuck, I shouldn’t have read her notes. Everything I saw, I wanted to do to her. Fuck her on the table, over the counter, against the wall, in the shower… Hell, I didn’t give a shit as long as I could get lost in her again and again.
I could still hear Shay’s moans, the breathless cries of pleasure, and I thought of how she fucking felt when she came, gripping me so fucking tight it was borderline sadistic. And I fucking loved it.
I’d waited years to get to this point, my recovery long and physically draining.
I took in a deep breath, inhaling her scent that hadn’t lessened over the past hour we’d been together. “That one was from a knife,” I said as she traced the clean slice over my collarbone. That one had hurt like a bitch, the blade cutting into the bone as the guard slashed me. Shay pressed her lips to the scar, then moved on to a dotted section of rounded craters on my shoulder. “Cigarettes.” I heard her sharp breath before feeling her lips touch each one. Before she could continue, I spoke again. “Belt buckles, keys, boots, fists...” There were too many injuries to count on my hands and feet combined.
“Who did this to you, Eastyn?” she whispered, her voice shaky. I looked down to see tears welling in her eyes and escaping out of the sides, dripping onto the pillow. “Who?”
I pulled her close, her face next to my shoulder as I held her. I couldn’t tell her because if she knew I’d been inside, I’d have to talk about it again, and I wasn’t ready. Not for me, but for her. I wasn’t ready for Shay to hear about who I was before I met her. “That’s a story for another day,” I replied finally while stroking her hair. “But when I do tell you, Shay, you have to promise me something.”
She pulled back and tilted her head to gaze up at me. “Of course. Anything.”
I traced her face with my fingers before settling on her lips. “Promise me you won’t look at me differently. I need you to see me for who I am now, and not what these scars represent.”
“Eastyn,” she said, then shifted herself up, kissing me softly. “All I can see is you.” She pushed on my chest and I rolled onto my back, watching her sexy, naked body straddle mine, her gorgeous tits on display just for me. “Those scars don’t define who you are, and they never will.” She rolled her hips, her pussy rubbing over my cock, making me hard as a fucking rock.
“Fuck, Shay,” I groaned. I reached for my wallet again, and handed it to her.
“I want you, Eastyn, and all of your scars,” she said while sheathing my solid length. “You just have to accept mine, too.”
I couldn’t reply that I would take what I could get from her, because she lifted up on to her knees, lined herself up, and slid down onto me until I was so deep inside of her, our bodies connected.
“You look so fucking hot up there,” I growled, reaching up to take her tits in my hands, rolling her nipples between my fingers and thumbs until they stood proud. “Ride me, Shay.”
Her head rolled back as she began to move, rolling back and forth, her breaths quickening and her pussy clenching around me as she panted hard. “Yes!” she moaned as I played with her heavy orbs, pinching her tight buds with every movement and loving every second of it.
She slid up and down my dick, taking me all the way every time, my balls beginning to contract as she ground down on me. Her sexy cries, moans of pleasure and just how impossibly perfect she looked up there, fucking me, getting herself off on my stiff cock was too much for me to handle.
I gripped her hips and she gasped, her mixed expression filled with surprise and desire, her full mouth open and her eyes unfocused. I slammed upward, meeting her on her way down, and she screamed.
Fuck, I could listen to that sound every damn day of my fucking life. Shay’s ecstasy was music to my ears, and as her hands slapped against my chest and her nails began to dig into me, I let go.
“Come for me,” I demanded, and it was as though Shay was waiting to hear those words, because the second I choked them out, her pussy clamped around my cock.
“Eastyn!” she cried. “Oh god, oh god!”
I held my breath as every muscle in my body tensed up as my dick thickened. My balls contracted, shooting my load inside of her, pumping everything I had until I was fucking drained.
Shay collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms around her as we caught our breath, completely and utterly fucked…literally.
Our panting slowed, and once I could talk without gasping for air, I stroked down Shay’s bare back. “Come back to campus with me,” I said, and she lifted her head, her lids hooded with exhaustion.
“Now? I don’t think I can get my legs to work just yet.”
I chuckled. “Not now—later,” I replied, cupping her cheek. “Stay with me tonight.”
“As long as you stay with me tomorrow,” she replied, then kissed my chest, right over the small Z-shaped scar in the center.
“I’ll stay with you.”
As long as you’ll have me, I’ll stay wit
h you.
Falling for Shay hadn’t been in my plans when I started at Stampton, but the more I saw her, the more I fell, and I was fucking terrified because if there was one person, right now, that could hurt me more than anyone ever had, it was her.
Chapter 10
Eastyn
There was nothing in the darkness. No screaming, no crying, just dead silence as though I was surrounded by emptiness. I couldn’t feel, my entire body numb as I walked through plain corridors with stark white walls, handprints and smears that had adorned them gone as though they never existed. There were no doors, just splintered frames where they once where, as if they’d been torn out of the wood and metal that housed them.
With my back flat to the freezing brick wall, my bare skin shivering at the contact, warmth trickled down my chest and gathered at my waistband. I pressed my fingers where it was coming from, then held them in front of me to see what the fuck was dripping from my body.
I couldn’t see, but I could smell. Metallic scent like copper filled my nostrils when I brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed, causing me to gag.
I waited. Waited for the pain to begin, for the first punch that would start the hours of torment at the hands of the guards that were supposed to watch over us. But how was I already bleeding, and why couldn’t I feel it?
I examined my torso, the gaping holes covering me, slashes over my skin from countless blows of a belt buckle, the frame bruising and the prong ripping into my flesh every time it struck me.
‘Oh, boy!’ a voice sing-songed in the distance, echoing through the empty corridors. ‘Come on, boy, wake up. It's time for man-up one-oh-one.’
I tried to get to my feet but they were tied together, the zip cable stopping me from kicking out like I’d done before. I struggled furiously against it as the voice got closer.
‘On your feet, boy, it’s time to take your medicine.’
Large shadows filled the dark area at the end of the corridor, growing larger as they neared, filling the space from floor to ceiling, stretching out more and more as they headed toward me, looming like something out of a horror movie.
“Eastyn!”
I heard my name being called in the distance, but it was quiet, muffled, and almost drowned out by the twisted laughter mixed with the sound of jangling keys.
“Eastyn, wake up!”
I heard it again, calling me, fear lacing every word as they yelled my name. “I can’t,” I whispered, trying to back away from the black uniforms with shiny boots, tainted with the blood of others like me, simply wiped off and ready to do more damage.
I couldn’t go any further because of two connecting walls that met my back as I found myself in a corner. A huge chasm appeared in front of me, and a metal door swung slowly, back and forth, taunting me with the possibility of breaking free.
Just as I forced my way to my bound feet, the door swung shut, trapping me inside. I beat against it with my fists, fighting against the cold, solid surface, the icy temperatures stinging me every time I banged against it.
The laughter grew louder right outside the door, and the sound of clicking in the lock as the pins moved caused me to stiffen where I stood. I willed my thunderous hart to quieten and slow down as though they could hear my rising fear through the thick metal in front of me. I slowly hopped back, unable to go anywhere as a long, drawn-out creak pierced my ears as the hinges turned.
I shivered, unable to control the immense terror gripping me as I whispered, “Please help me.”
“Eastyn!”
I shot upright, my hand shooting up to find my face dripping with sweat and my hair stuck to my forehead. I panted heavily, my breaths coming quick and hard as my eyes adjusted to the dim light in my room.
A movement to my right caught my eyes and I twisted, locking eyes with Shay as worry twisted her beautiful face.
“Are you okay?” she asked, placing her hand on my arm.
“Yeah,” I replied curtly, making me feel like shit the second I said it. If it were anybody else, I wouldn’t have cared. “I’m fine.” I swung my legs out of the bed and got up, switching on the lamp that had been turned off while I was asleep, and then walked over to the door to check the lock. When the door didn’t budge, I let out a long breath and a fraction of the tension that had still had its hooks in me.
“You’re not fine, Eastyn,” she said, softly.
I flinched when I felt her warm hand press against my damp back. “No,” I breathed. “Don’t turn the light off, okay?”
“I won’t.” She ran her hands down my arms, then turned me to face her. “Come on. Let’s get in the shower, okay?” she asked gently.
I let her lead me into my bathroom, the bright light blinding me as I stepped inside onto the cold tiled floor. Shay turned on the shower and held her hand underneath the water for a moment before turning to me.
I took off my boxers and got under the shower head, letting the hot water cascade over my hair and down my face. Small hands rubbed my back, and the scent of my shower gel filled the air around us.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked while massaging my tight shoulders.
I kept my head bowed, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes if I looked at her. “I can’t,” I whispered. “Not yet.”
“I understand,” she said, then kissed my freshly cleaned back. “Turn around.”
I took a deep breath and slowly turned, not meeting her gaze. Her hands lifted and she ran them over my hair, washing through and down over my body, getting rid of the last traces of my nightmare.
“Shay,” I said, reaching for her and holding her to me, her naked body pressed against mine. We stayed like that for a while, only letting go of each other when the water began to run cold.
“This one was different,” I said, breaking the silence. We’d been in bed for only a few minutes, but keeping it from her made it feel like hours. “They were coming, but they weren’t there—nobody was there.”
Shay ran her hand over my chest and down to my waist, holding me tighter. “Eastyn, you don’t have to say anything.”
“I have to,” I replied. If I didn’t get it out, it would eat away at me for the rest of the night and through the next day. “There were no doors, and the place was empty, like everybody had gone except for me. It was pitch black and I was bleeding already, but I couldn’t feel the pain. The guards, they came back for me, but I couldn’t run. A door slammed shut, and just before they opened it, I woke up.” Replaying it in my head, I knew why it was different. I’d learned that from my therapist—Professor Chambers. “I heard you calling me.”
Her palm cupped my cheek and turned my face toward her. Her soft lips brushed against mine. “They’ll never hurt you again,” she promised. “Wherever you were, whoever those guards were, they can’t hurt you, Eastyn.”
I still hadn’t told Shay what had happened—I couldn’t. The second I had the words on the tip of my tongue, that I’d been incarcerated, I swallowed them back down. Telling her meant changing things, and although we’d spent almost a week staying together, I just couldn’t put that on her. She had her own shit to deal with, like going home to see her parents and that fucking dinner they’d demanded she go to. Also, there was a gnawing at the back of mind that told me she would bolt the second I spilled everything to her.
I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. “You should get some sleep, baby,” I said, turning on my side to face her. “I’m sorry I woke you.” She opened her mouth to speak, but I silently pleaded with her to drop it—at least for now.
Shay nodded, then buried her face between my neck and shoulder.
My eyes grew heavy as I listened to her breathing, and I was surprised when I began to drift. With a small smile, I allowed sleep to pull me under, knowing the door was locked, the light was on, and Shay was right here with me.
Shay
This mornings’ activities flowed onto the page, every tiny detail of how Eastyn had explored my body with his hands an
d his mouth before sliding inside of me. I smiled to myself, remembering how he’d had to hold his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, muffling my cries of pleasure as I came so that the students living on the same floor wouldn’t overhear us.
I squeezed my thighs tightly together as I continued writing, my body heating up more and more as my pen scribbled furiously. “God, this is so good,” I whispered to myself. Even if nobody ever read my work, I would enjoy it because my real-life inspiration had given me exactly what I needed, in more ways than one.
I dotted the period at the end of the chapter, my smile growing so wide I had trouble containing it. I didn’t want to look like a maniac grinning down at a notebook, but the scene I’d just written demanded it to be set free.
“You look happy,” Lara said, stopping in front of me as I sat, and my smile fell instantly, her happy face making me wonder what she wanted. “Writing something interesting?”
She’d been keeping her distance, waving from across the green, smiling when we passed between classes, but that was it. Since I’d told her I wasn’t coming back, she hadn’t said anything else.
“Just notes,” I replied, closing my book and shoving it into my satchel. I stood from the bench and Lara stepped in my way.
“Can we talk?” she asked, her eyes lined with tears, and her mouth turning down with a saddened curve.
“I’ve got to get to class,” I said, checking my watch. Eastyn would be finishing his classes soon, and I was going to meet him in the hall for lunch when I was done.
“Please, Shay,” she begged, the familiar waterworks threatening to spill over. “I don’t know how many times I can say I’m sorry and I never meant to hurt you.”
“But you did,” I snapped. “Lara, I’d put up with Elise’s taunts for a long time, even before you and I were roomed together. I kept myself to myself, yet she always managed to find a way into my personal space to verbally attack me. The fundraiser gave her a great opportunity to do just that, remember?” I certainly did. Even though something wonderful had come from that day, Elise’s bitter words had left a lasting mark. “And for what? What did I do to deserve her animosity toward me?” I shook my head as Lara swiped at her cheeks, wiping away the first drop to roll down her cheek. “But through all of that, I thought at least you had my back. I know I’m reserved, I don’t open up to people as others do, but you know some of why that is. It took me to leave to realize that I was treated like an inconvenience or somebody that is only worth your company when I can serve a purpose.” I slung my satchel over my shoulder, and said my final piece. “High school was a long time ago, Lara. I think it’s time you and your friends realized that.”
