And that includes me.
But fuck me, her tits are rubbing against my back, and my dick is getting hard. I groan out loud, trying to shove the lust back inside, but my body won’t listen to my brain.
She leans sideways, peeking underneath my arm. I glance at her only briefly, but she still surprises me when I see the same lust staring right back at me.
She grabs my arm and tugs on it until I lower it, and she slips underneath until she’s right in front of me. Water pours down onto her hair, which sticks to her beautiful face. Every trickling droplet catches my attention as it rolls over her luscious lips and down the crevice between her tits. The beautiful girl standing before me undoes me with every stare and lays waste to my body with every touch. And fuck me for not being able to resist.
She leans in, her body tantalizing, forbidden, but oh, so sweet and succulent to look at. My dick hardens at the sight. If she doesn’t walk away now, I don’t know what I’m going to do to her. I can’t protect her past this point.
“Don’t,” I growl when she’s mere inches away from me. “You don’t want to do this.”
Her warm, wet parted lips coax me. “Kiss me.”
Fuck.
I grab her face with one hand and smash my lips to hers.
Fuck holding back. I’m taking her.
She dared to step into my shower, then she begged me to kiss her. How am I supposed to resist? It’s like she’s practically begging me to. But it feels so damn wrong, and it never has. Why does it feel so bad?
My lips unlatch from hers as I attempt to decipher what it is that I’m feeling when I kiss her. It didn’t feel this way before, this … agonizing, like I’m taking something that wasn’t mine to take. But the longer I look at her, the more I realize that it’s not just my body reacting to her. My heart is playing along too now.
Fuck…
She pecks the side of my lips and presses a sweet, gentle kiss on top of my lips, coaxing me to kiss her back. But her presence confuses the fuck out of me, makes me feel weak and powerful at the same time, and I don’t fucking understand because no fucking girl has ever been able to wreck me like this.
Another groan escapes my mouth when she grabs my cock.
I’ve wanted nothing more since day one than to fuck her.
Fuck her into oblivion.
But she’s not ready for me, not like this.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I say.
She licks her lips and bites on her bottom one, making me even harder. “If you think that, you don’t know me very well.”
“Fuck,” I groan when she starts to rub me, my muscles clenching with need.
Clearly, I don’t, because I don’t think this is in her best interest.
“You should go home,” I say through gritted teeth. “After last night—”
She places a finger on my lips, interrupting me. “I know what I want, and it doesn’t involve talking.”
Well, fuck me. How am I supposed to protect her when she won’t even let me?
Her finger slides down my chest, along every ripple of my abs while she practically salivates. And when she starts fondling my cock with both hands, I do too.
I should tell her to stop. I should turn off the faucet and walk away right now.
I guess this is what they mean when they say love is like a drug … you get addicted faster than you can blink.
Monica
I don’t need him to tell me what I want or what I should do.
I don’t care if it’s right or wrong, if he’s an asshole or a saint, if I’m a good girl or a bad girl.
What I want right now is to show him how much I really like him … and I know he wants this more than anything. He’s wanted me on my knees since day one, but I would never bow to him.
But now? Now I want to show him my appreciation.
So I slowly lower to my knees, right in front of him. His cock is huge and bounces up and down while his pupils dilate at the sight of my mouth hovering over his length.
“Monica …” he groans as I lean in and take him into my mouth.
His muscles clench as I suck him off slowly, his teeth grinding with both greed and pain. He still refuses to let go of that rage, but I’ll make him release it.
I bob up and down, faster and faster, licking him off with my tongue. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, but it feels so damn good. My pussy is already getting wet from just having him in my mouth, and my legs instinctively part to let him see.
See the entire me.
He tried before … but this? This is different. This is my choice.
His eyes trail down my body, every inch causing his dick to pulse inside my mouth, and it only makes me want to suck harder.
“Why are you doing this?” he whispers, a strained gasp following when I lick the tip.
“Because I want to,” I say. “I already told you.”
I suck him off so hard he starts to moan and bite his lip.
“I can’t stop if you don’t,” he groans.
“Then don’t stop,” I reply, looking up into his devilish green eyes filled to the brim with lust. Lust only meant for me and me alone. And fuck me, if that isn’t a turn-on, I don’t know what else is.
One hand is still on the wall behind me while the other finds its way down to my hair. He caresses me, and when I take his cock back into my mouth, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me further, groaning like an animal.
He’s so big inside me it’s hard not to gag, but I try. He pulls out and pushes back in again, and I let myself go to his desire. With a clenched jaw, he fucks my mouth until he’s right on the edge. And I don’t stop sucking until he explodes.
He roars with furor as he comes all over my tongue, the salty taste making me hungry for more. I gulp it down until the drop, and the relief shows on his face. He pants as his cock spills from my mouth, and I lick my bottom lip and lean back, eager for more.
“That’s my thank-you,” I murmur, looking up at him.
But the response I get is far from what I expected.
His face twists into something dark, something vicious that I can only describe as pure agony.
“Get out,” he growls.
I frown and shake my head. “What?”
He lowers his head and looks away. “Get out, Monica. Go home.”
I stand and try to touch him, but he leans away, disgust marring his face.
His words bring tears to my eyes. “Why? I thought that was what you wanted?”
His brows furrow, and he points at the door. “Go. Home.”
A tear rolls down my cheek, but in this shower, no one will see them fall. After everything I just did, after giving my all to him, this is what he gives me? He’ll make me do the walk of shame?
“I can’t believe this,” I mutter as I quickly pass him by, grabbing a towel and my clothes.
I don’t even dry myself off fully before putting them on and running the hell out of his house.
I’ll fucking walk home if I have to just to get away from here.
Fuck him and that high horse he rode in on.
And fuck him and that hard dick that made me believe he actually wanted me for me.
Fuck him for tricking me into spilling all the secrets to my past just so he could make me an easy victim.
And fuck him for making me believe I could finally let myself fall for him.
Later that morning
I sneak back into my home and close the door as quietly as I possibly can. Without making a sound, I go upstairs, but halfway up, my mom suddenly appears at the top.
Shit.
“Going somewhere?”
I sigh. “Mom, I can explain.”
“Of course,” she says, folding her arms. “And you’re gonna.”
I go up the stairs, and she follows me into my room.
“You weren’t home last night,” she says, and then she points at my bed. “You didn’t sleep in this bed.”
I close my eye
s and breathe in and out. This is the last thing I wanted to talk about right now. “Mom …” I sigh. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated? I had to call Ariane to ask where you were.” She scoffs, putting her hands against her side. “You know you’re not supposed to sneak off like that. We had a deal. You come home safely.”
“I know, but this wasn’t planned. None of this was,” I explain. “I was supposed to come home after the party, but …”
“But what?” She frowns.
I sit down on the bed. “Something happened.”
“What happened?” she asks, and she sits down beside me. “Is there something you wanna tell me?”
“No, well … maybe …” I look up at her. “Promise you won’t be mad.”
“Is this about boys?” she asks.
I nod.
“Did someone do something to you?” She grabs my hands.
Somehow, the feel of her hands on mine makes me break down, and I smash my lips together to stop the tears from flowing. “Almost …”
Still, I fail to keep it together, and I lean in against her shoulder. She grabs me and hugs me tight. “Oh, honey. Tell me what happened.”
“I was trying to get away after a fight, and then these boys chased me down into some woods,” I say. “But Cole was there, and he saved me.”
“Cole?” she asks.
“A boy … It’s complicated,” I add.
She snorts. “Everything is complicated when you’re a teen.”
“Mom.” I rub my eyes.
“Sorry. I just … Do you want me to call the cops?” she asks.
“What?” I gasp, leaning away. “No. Not again. Please. Nothing actually happened. It almost did.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” she says.
“Positive. They got what they deserved.”
Thanks to Cole … who then went and shattered my heart right after.
I don’t get him. I don’t get his motivations, and I don’t get what drives him to act the way he does.
“Well, as long as that Cole boy is there and you feel safe around him.”
Safe’s a big word.
A very big word.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t home, Mom,” I say, looking up at her.
She grabs my face. “Thank you for being honest with me.” She pulls me in for another hug. “But no more parties. You’re grounded for a week.”
My jaw drops. “But I … we just …”
She cocks her head and gets up. “I thanked you for being honest. I didn’t say you weren’t going to get a punishment.” She smiles. “But I love you, and I hope you know I’m only looking out for your best interests.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome!” she muses. Leaving my room, she closes the door behind her while I drop down onto the bed and groan out loud.
I really thought I’d escaped the worst there, but I guess not.
Though, if I know myself well enough, I probably won’t listen to her punishment either.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes. I fish it from my pocket and read the text I got. It’s from an anonymous sender, and I don’t recognize the number.
ANONYMOUS: You’re a slut, and you’ll pay for what you did.
There’s a link attached. When I click it, it leads to a folder with a picture in it … the picture Cole took of me in the cabin.
Fuck.
Chapter 30
Cole
Cleaning up the mess from the party is not something I was looking forward to, but it’s a cathartic experience, that’s for sure. At least now I get to take out all my rage on the trash because there’s plenty lying around. Stray cups, bags of chips, and food are scattered all around the house. I even found several bottles of hard liquor in the kitchen.
I don’t know who brought them, but people sure came prepared.
Maybe it was Michael’s idea.
Fuck that rat for ruining literally everything good in my life.
First, he tried to destroy what was left of Monica’s self-worth, with him and his buddies fucking with her, and now he leaves me with this fucking mess too.
I should’ve never have accepted him into the band.
Now we’re one guy short, and the others will hate me over it, because this ruins any and all chances we had for a successful audition.
And to top it all off, Monica thinks she has to thank me for saving her by sucking my dick.
If that doesn’t prove how much of an asshole I am, I don’t know what else will.
I sigh and slouch down onto the couch, rubbing my forehead.
How the fuck do I solve this mess?
I wish I knew the answers, but I have none, and it pisses me off.
I only have two days to clean up this house too because if my parents come home to this, I’m dead. But there’s no way I’m gonna make this go away on my own. I need help.
I get up and search for my phone, but I can’t fucking find it anywhere. I haven’t actually seen it since yesterday, right before the whole party went to shit. I left it somewhere on a table, but where?
I rummage through the mess and throw everything into the bin I’m holding. Cups, liquor, snacks. Right there, underneath a bag of chips, is my phone.
“Fucking finally,” I grumble, picking it up.
However, when I press the button, I notice the security is not enabled, and I’m able to open everything up without inputting a code.
“What the hell?” I mutter.
Did I do this last night? I can’t fucking remember, but then again, I couldn’t even fucking remember where I left it. Did I drink too much? Maybe. But not as much as the rest … or fucking Michael, that’s for sure.
But then why does this make my skin crawl?
There are twenty missed calls from Tristan and Benjamin too.
Fuck.
I sit down on a chair near the table and message them.
Cole: Sorry, been busy
Tristan: Sure…
Benji: With what?
Cole: Hard to explain
Tristan: Let’s meet up
I sigh to myself. Of course he’d say that. He’s pissed off about last night, but I can’t change what happened. I can’t undo the damage that was done, and I refuse to fucking back down. So if they wanna talk, I’ll talk, but it won’t change a thing.
Cole: Fine, meet me at school practice
Tristan: That’s Monday, I can’t wait that long
Cole: Yeah, well, my parents will kill me if I don’t clean this fucking house, so tough luck
I close the app and grind my teeth, looking for a cleaner online. Once I find one, I send them a message with the pay and hit sent. Pray to the fucking gods that I get help in time because if not, I’m dead.
I throw my head back, wishing I could rip myself a new one. Fuck me, I should’ve never let those guys convince me to let them invite more people to this goddamn not-a-party party. And I should’ve never, ever let Monica inside. Both in the house and my fucking heart.
Because now, both are fucking ruined beyond repair.
Monica
Without even thinking about the trouble I’m going to be in for ditching my mom even though I’m grounded, I go right back to Cole’s home. I don’t care if he doesn’t want me there, he’s gonna have to answer for what he did.
No one else had that picture of me, so it had to have been him.
I march up to the gate and press the buzzer. It takes him a while to answer.
“Hello?”
“It’s Monica. We need to talk,” I growl, looking away from the camera.
He sighs, and then the gate opens for me.
I storm up the property and ring the doorbell, but one second later, he’s opening the door. I don’t give him the chance to talk.
SLAP!
He stands there with a surprised look on his face as I crumple down in front of him.
“You had no right, no fucking right!” I yell, pointing at him.
; “What, I don’t—”
“The fucking picture!” I try to keep the tears at bay, but it’s hard, so damn hard when I’m looking at him. I left my heart with him, and he threw it away and stomped on it as though it meant nothing to him. And then he went ahead and shared that damn picture anyway.
“What are you talking about?” He scoffs.
“Don’t play dumb with me,” I growl, and I fish my phone from my pocket and show him the text I received, including the picture. “You did that.”
His eyes widen, and he tries to take my phone from me, but I quickly pull it back.
“You gonna threaten me too now?” I fold my arms.
“No, that’s not—”
“Save it,” I interject. “Who else did you share this with?”
“No one,” he says, frowning.
“Of course.” I don’t fucking believe him. He was the only one who had that picture, and now it’s out there thanks to him. “You’re an asshole,” I say. “A dirty douchebag who used me for his own pleasure. Well, I hope you’re proud of yourself.”
I turn around and march off, determined not to let him see me cry.
“Mo, wait!” he calls out at me, but I stick up my middle finger and keep walking, so I don’t end up in more shit than I already am.
Cole
The next day
Not one fucking second wasted.
The moment I spot Michael, I grab him by the coat and throw him against the lockers in front of the entire fucking school.
“How fucking dare you?” I say through gritted teeth, clutching him tightly. “Snooping through my fucking phone?”
“What the fuck, Cole?!” he growls. “I didn’t do shit. Let go of me.”
“Not before you tell me what the fuck you did with that picture,” I snarl. “Who’d you send it to?”
“What? I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he retorts, eyeing me down like he’s some kind of saint. “I don’t have any pictures.”
When he tries to flee, I shove him farther up against the lockers. I don’t care who’s staring, let them watch.
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