by Hamel, B. B.
“I promise,” he whispers.
“I believe you,” I whisper back, and he kisses me again.
10
Walker
I’m angry as I undress her.
I’m angry at myself above everything else. This is my fault and I know it. I brought this into her life, dragged her into this world, and now she’s getting hurt because of me.
I hate myself for being a selfish prick. But now that she’s here, I’m not going to let it hurt her again.
She’s right about what she said. She’s here now and there’s no going back.
I take off her shirt. I drag her to her feet and kiss her neck, her lips, her ear. I kiss her chest and take off her bra before kissing her breasts and nipples, licking them in circles, tasting the salt of her sweat and finding I only want more.
I kiss every inch of her skin as I move her back to the bedroom. I push her down onto the bed and peel her jeans off, her panties off. I kiss her ankles, her calves, her thighs. I taste her perfect pussy, lapping her up, licking her.
I drink in her moans. She laces her fingers in my hair and grabs tight. I suck her clit, wanting so desperately to make her feel better. I lick her and slide my fingers deep inside to fuck her and she moans, whispers my name, begs my name.
She takes off my belt, takes off my shirt, kisses my abs, runs fingers along the defined muscles on my back. I let her undress me before grabbing a fist of her hair and kissing her, tongue against her tongue.
I’m buzzing, every inch of my body tingling with pent-up desire and need. Even though I tasted her less than a day ago, I feel like it’s been weeks. I don’t want to leave this bed, don’t want to leave her.
She takes my cock in both hands, stroking me, and I groan. I love the feeling of her sliding her skin against mine before she finally takes me into her mouth. I groan as her wet, warm mouth sucks my tip, licks circles, slides down. I slip into her throat and she keeps going, sucking my cock lovingly, almost gently.
It feels incredible, my heart’s hammering. I grab her hair tight and let her suck me, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back straight. I fondle her breasts gently, teasing her nipples, letting her spit roll down my shaft.
“Every time you’re not around I’m thinking about this body,” I growl, unable to stop myself. “I think about your lips on my cock, your tight pussy on my tongue. I want to make you moan, Kylee. I want to make you swear and beg and come.”
“Yes,” she whispers, looking up at me. “I want it all.”
“That’s a good girl,” I growl and push her back onto the bed. I grab her and roll her over, getting her up on her hands and knees. I slap her ass and spread it wide, licking her, tonguing her. I taste her every inch and slap her ass again before I slide my cock deep inside.
She’s so damn slick and tight I can’t help but groan as I fill her. I love the way her back arches, her limbs tense as she takes me. She throws her hair back and looks at me over her shoulder as I start to slowly pump in and out, fucking her tight pussy. I slap her ass again, grabbing it, loving the red marks I’m going to leave. She starts to move her hips, pushing back against mine.
There’s almost something desperate in her look and I know what she wants. I fuck her harder, spanking her rough. I grab her hair and pull her back against me. I kiss her, my other hand teasing her breasts before finding her clit. My cock’s buried deep between her legs, pulsing with desire for her, hard as fucking granite.
I push her back down and fuck her. I dominate her, control her. I thrust my cock deep inside her tight little cunt and I don’t hold back. She’s wiggling her hips, moaning, gasping, whispering my name. I know what she wants and I need to give it to her. I need it just as bad.
Growls escape my lips and I’m an animal, nothing more, as I fuck her rough.
This is what I need. God damn, it’s too delicious, too intense. I can’t stop myself as I thrust deeper, harder. I make her scream my name, moaning, whispering, her body tense and quivering as pleasure rocks through my body.
I can feel my cock spread the deepest parts of her pussy and passion writhes along my skin. Her muscles are tense as I reach down and spank her tight ass and I know I need more. I need every inch, every bit of her skin, even moan she has. I need her to beg for me to keep fucking her tight cunt and even then I might never stop.
I lean over her, grabbing her hair tight. “You drive me wild,” I growl in her ear. “Every inch of you. You drive me insane. Your tight pussy, your tight body. Fuck, girl.”
She groans in response, wiggling her hips, pushing my cock deeper. I tease her breasts as she turns and kisses me over her shoulder.
This is what I’ve been dreaming of, a woman like this, so deep and lost in passion that there’s nothing more than our bodies together, moving as one, writhing and fucking like this. It drives me wild, deeper into my frenzy.
She half turns and I move back. She pushes me down onto the mattress and straddles me, her body glorious and tight, her breasts perky, her nipples hard. She eases back and gasps, arching her back, as my cock sinks inside her. I reach up and tease her breasts as she puts her palms flat on my chest, rolling her hips, working her back.
“God, yes,” she moans. “I need every inch of you. Slap my ass again.”
I do what she wants. I slap her ass hard. She groans and wiggles down, burying my cock deeper.
“You like a little pain with your pleasure, you dirty girl,” I say, sitting up. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her hard as she slowly moves her hips. “You love having my big cock spread you open like this.”
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes. I can’t help it.”
“You think it’s wrong?”
“I think it’s too good to be true.”
“Most things are.” I bite her bottom lip. “But not this, sweetheart.”
She pushes me back and starts riding faster. I watch sweat drip down her skin and my cock is granite between her legs. I grab her hips and move her along, helping her, pushing her forward as she rides faster and faster.
I watch her toss her hair back, her hands clenching, knuckles white. I know that look, I’ve seen it in her eyes before. I know where she is right now, lost in her pleasure, so deep in it she can barely see the world outside her. I grab her hips tighter and fuck up into her, thrusting hard with every motion of her hips.
“Come for me,” I growl, more a command than anything else.
“I’m so close,” she practically whines.
I pull her off me, pushing her onto her back. I slide my cock deep inside her pussy and fuck her like that, her legs around my hips. I thrust deeper, harder, and kiss her lips as I fuck her. Our bodies grind together, pleasure and pain and everything right intensifying between us. I know what I want, what I need, and she’s going to give it to me.
I growl and groan as she gasps. Her body stiffens, tightens. Her back arches and I know she’s about to come. I fuck her faster, an animal in heat, rutting my dirty girl.
“Fuck,” she moans and she starts to come. Her orgasm rips through her body, almost violently. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, but I don’t let it distract me. I have to a job to do.
I fuck her faster, deeper. She gasps and her fingers grab onto the sheets. I don’t let go, don’t slow down. I take what I want and I want this pussy more than anything else.
“God damn, girl,” I growl as I bite her bottom lip. She’s gasping, red, sweating. I’m on the edge of bliss. “I need to fill you up.”
“Come for me then,” she groans.
I feel it burst inside her. I come hard, deep inside her little pussy. I fill her up, fill her with my hot seed, and she moans for more. That’s what really drives me wild. She loves it, loves my cum filling her up. She loves having me deep between her legs.
We collapse back onto the bed. She’s smiling, blinking like she just saw a bright light.
“I’m not sure fucking like that is the best thing for a head injury,” she says after a bit.
I laugh and kiss her. “Complaining?”
“Not at all.”
We stay in bed together. We don’t do anything more than just lay side by side, our hands touching. I feel strange, almost dizzy.
I’ve never wanted to stay in bed like this before. Normally I can’t wait to get up, but this…
I feel good. I feel right.
That’s all I really need to know.
11
Kylee
I spend another night with Walker.
Maybe I should be more skeptical, I don’t know. Maybe I should think about exactly what’s happening here between us.
I guess I don’t have that in me. I’d rather not think about what this all means or why I’m doing any of it. I’d rather close my eyes and just…
Let myself be happy. Let myself enjoy it, at least a little bit.
“I need to take care of something.”
Walker looks pensive as he sits in the kitchen sipping coffee from a big red mug. I cross my legs up under me and frown back at him. “Okay,” I say. “What is it? Anything I can do to help?”
He shakes his head. “Sorry. I just… need to go home for a little bit.”
He doesn’t look happy about it. I reach down and fiddle with my own mug of coffee, wondering why he says “home” like it’s some kind of curse.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t exactly have a good relationship with my father,” he says slowly. “He’s calling me back home and I decided that it’s easier to go deal with that than it is to fight it.”
“Complicated relationship with your father, huh?” I ask, a little smile creeping onto my lips. “Sounds like a typical rich boy.”
He rolls his eyes, smiling slightly. “Yeah, well. I’m a walking cliché, what can I say.”
“When will you be back?”
“Soon,” he says. “I promise. I don’t plan on staying there a second longer than I have to.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”
He smiles and gets up, coming across the table. He leans down and kisses me softly. “I’m sure,” he says. “I appreciate the offer.”
We finish breakfast and he walks me back out. Out on the sidewalk, he takes my hand for a second and looks me in the eye. I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead he turns and walks off without another word.
“Complicated rich asshole,” I grumble to myself although I’m smiling as I head back to the dorm.
* * *
I decide to skip class and take a nap. I know, it’s not the best decision in the world. I should make myself show up even if I didn’t get much sleep last night but I just can’t seem to do it.
I only get up because Iris comes bursting into my room. Macey gives me an apologetic look as Iris jumps into my bed.
“Where did you disappear to last night?” she yells. “I was so worried!”
“Sorry,” I say, groggy. “What time is it?”
“Did you sleep all freaking day?”
I frown at her. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Yes. I slept all freaking day. What time is it?”
“After five.”
I groan. I really did sleep all day.
“I should probably get up.”
“You think?” Iris looks at me like I’m insane. “What the hell were you thinking? You missed class.”
I grumble and sit up. “It’s fine. I have absences built up.”
“Those are for when you’re sick!”
I give her a look. “Seriously?”
She frowns a little bit. “I mean, they should be at least.”
“I’m sorry I disappeared on you,” I say softly. “Honestly, I didn’t mean it.”
“What happened?”
I glance over at Macey but she’s not listening. Either way it doesn’t matter. “Aylin happened,” I say.
Iris’s eyes go wide. “What?”
So I tell her the whole story. When I’m done, she looks like she wants to puke. I guess I can’t blame her.
“That’s just…” She trails off. “That’s horrible, Kylee. I can’t believe they’d do that.”
“I can,” I say. “Rich assholes.”
That makes Iris uncomfortable. I know she comes from a wealthy family but I don’t really think of her that way. She’s a normal person that a lot of money, not one of those horrible rich bitches that rip open my bookbag and embarrass me whenever possible.
“Are you okay though?” she asks me.
“I’m fine. Walker took care of me.”
She blushes a little bit. “Really?”
“Oh my god, don’t be gross.”
“I mean, you were gone all night, right?”
“Yes, Iris. I slept over with him. Is that what you wanted to know?”
She leans closer to me, eyes wide. “So you really do like your new sponsor, huh?”
I shrug a little bit, glancing away. I’m not sure why I’m still fighting this but there’s something bugging me. “I don’t know,” I say finally.
Iris groans. “That means you totally do.”
“No, it means I don’t know.”
“Right, sure, whatever. Oh, god, I’m going to lose another friend to these assholes.”
“Iris!”
She glowers at me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her curse before, much less look angry.
“Come on,” I say softly. “That’s not happening.”
“Whatever.” She hops off my bed. “Come on, Jenna and Azrael are worried. Let’s go find them.”
I nod a little and get up. “Give me a second.” I hurry into the bathroom, get myself cleaned up, throw on some clean clothes, and follow Iris back out into the hall.
It’s usually quiet in the dorms around now. Most people are either at dinner, still at class, or just getting back and starting to study. Some girls are hanging around the bathrooms but otherwise all the doors are shut.
We head down toward Jenna’s room and I get this strange feeling on the back of my neck. The girls over by the bathroom are both watching us. It takes me a second but I realize that I don’t recognize either of them and I’ve lived in this hall for nearly three years. I know every girl in here, at least by sight.
“Hey, Iris,” I whisper to her. “Do you know those girls?”
She frowns and looks at them for a second. “Uh, no, I don’t think so,” she says.
Before I can ask if she thinks that’s a little weird, one of the girls turns and says something into the bathroom. I slowly stop walking as five more girls come spilling out… lead by Aylin herself.
Iris is totally oblivious. She keeps going, ignoring the girls up ahead, before finally turning back at me with a frown on her face. “What’s wrong?” she asks then follows my gaze back toward the group of girls gathered at the other end of the hall.
“Iris, go back to your room,” I say.
Iris backs up toward me as the girls march down in our direction, Aylin in the lead.
“Is that her?” Iris asks, her voice a squeak.
“It’s her,” I say.
“What are they doing here?” She stops when she gets next to me again but I can tell she’s wavering. “Hey!” she calls out. “You don’t live here!”
Aylin sneers and comes faster. She’s practically running at me now.
“Bitch!” Aylin screams. The other girls behind her scream out too, although I don’t really hear what they’re saying. My heart’s beating too loudly in my chest and I feel like I might throw up at any second.
“Run!” I yell at Iris.
That gets her moving. The blonde girl turns and sprints away, back down the hall toward my room.
I don’t follow her. I know this is my fight. I’m not getting away, anyway. If I run, I’ll just make them chase me, and who knows. They might drag Macey and Iris into this. At least they can be safe back in my room with the door shut.
I square my shoulders and glare at Aylin. I don’t back
down and I think that surprises her. Just as she’s getting close, she starts to slow down a little bit, rethinking her strategy.
“You don’t belong here, bitch,” I yell at her. “Get the hell out of here.”
“You are SO dead, Kylee.” Aylin looks back at the girls with her, maybe just to remind herself that she has the numbers, and finally rushes me for real.
But she doesn’t get far. One of the doors in the hall swings open and a person steps out.
I can feel the sweat on my palms and nerves in my stomach, but watching the tall girl with dark hair step right into Aylin’s path sends a thrill of energy through me. Azrael is suddenly there, her eyes locked on Aylin. Az is at least twice the other girl’s size and she suddenly looks like a pit fighter. The other girls behind Aylin slow down.
“Bad move,” Azrael says.
“Watch it, bitch!” Aylin screams, meaning to run past her and get at me.
But Azrael rears her fist back and punches Aylin right in the nose.
Everything suddenly stops. Aylin’s head snaps back and the girl stumbles, hands flying to her face as blood sprays out. She screams, or tries to, but it’s all nasal and wrong. Azrael stares at her passively and Aylin’s friends grab onto her, some of them looking terrified, a couple already starting to walk away.
“Anyone else?” Azrael asks. “Any of you dumb bitches want to fucking come at my friend?”
“My nose!” Aylin screams. “My nose! Oh my god!”
Nobody says a word as they pull Aylin away. They don’t try to fight back, they don’t even try to insult her. Azrael stands there and watches them go as Aylin keeps sobbing into her hands, blood dripping onto the carpet behind her.
Slowly the dark-haired girl turns to me, and I swear, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like a glorious angel, shining with bright light.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say softly.
“Eh.” She shrugs and shakes out her hand. “Been a while since I punched a bitch in the face. Jenna got to do it last year, thought it might be my turn.”
