by Bella King
His smell was powerful and deep, straddling the line between overwhelming and just right. As he leaned in to kiss my lips again, I took a deep breath in. Yes, definitely perfect.
Austin’s lips pressed hard against mine as his cock found my opening. His large thighs pushed my legs open wider as his tongue pushed it’s way into my mouth, foreshadowing what his cock was going to do to my pussy.
I could taste his mouth, like wine and mint, as he kissed me passionately. I moaned into him as his cock parted my lower lips and entered me for the first time. I was shocked by how tight it felt to have him inside of me, and he was barely even in. As he moved deeper, I cried out from the stretching, completely immersed in the sensations.
Austin took his time getting in, but he thrust deep as soon as he was in deep enough, getting another yelp out of me. I wrapped my hands around his back and pulled him close as he began to ride me in the soft and bouncy bed.
I soaked up his powerful radiance as he pumped his hips between my legs. I was like a swollen and ripe fruit, leaking my lubricant all over his thick shaft as he pressed deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
Pleasure.
Ecstasy.
There was nothing left in my mind but Austin when I climaxed around his cock. I had never come during sex before. I always had to do it myself, so it actually surprised me when I was brought to orgasm by Austin’s movement inside of me. It shattered my reality and pieced it back together with Austin as my king.
It’s crazy what sex will do to a woman when it’s done right. I never thought I would find myself beneath a man so masculine that every time I breathed in or moved my hands across his hot skin, my body rose in pleasure to meet him. Ever wave of orgasm was a deeper seduction than the last, delighting every sense that I had and taking me to the top of what is possible for a woman to feel.
My body was spoiled with satisfaction from Austin’s love-making, but he wasn’t done until he came inside of me. His raspy voice breathed his climax into my ear as he came, speaking words that sent shivers down to the end of every nerve in my system. “I’m cumming,” he groaned in the deepest and most soul-shaking voice that he had.
I felt it inside me. I felt his semen squirting into my depths like the fizz of a soda that had been shaken directly before opening. There was so much of it that I knew it would flood out of me the second he pulled his cock out. I wanted to keep it all inside of my pussy as a special present for me.
I reveled in Austin’s groans as he finished, holding his heavy body tight against mine, feeling his lungs expand and collapse rapidly as he began to recover. I wanted to stay this way for longer, but men never do. Austin was ready to roll off me a few moments later.
Chapter 16
“You’re not that bad after all,” Austin said as he got dressed.
I was a hot mess, still recovering on the bed after the insane sex we had just had. The only other time I got laid was with some moderately handsome guy who I used to work with, but he was nothing compared to Austin. I had never known that sex could be so good.
I lifted my sweat-doused head from the mattress. “You’re still an asshole,” I joked.
“What can I say? I was born that way,” he replied with a grin.
I pushed myself into a sitting position as I watched him get dressed. His muscles moved dramatically under his skin as he pulled his pants over his ass and put on his shirt. I didn’t want him to get dressed. I could have fucked him all over again, but guys usually needed time to recharge.
“I’m thirsty,” I said as he buttoned up his crisp white shirt.
“Let’s get a beer,” he said. “I know a good place.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not planning on ditching me on the road again, are you?”
He chuckled. “Maybe, maybe not. You’ll just have to find out.”
I decided the gamble was worth spending a bit more time with Austin. I wanted to know more about him. He still hadn’t explained what he had meant when he insulted my parents. As much as I would have liked to forgive him and accept him for the sex alone, I couldn’t. I wasn’t that shallow.
“We’re going to talk then,” I said as I climbed out of bed.
“About what?” he asked, pulling one of his muscular arms through his slick suit jacket.
“About your attitude toward me and my parents.”
He smiled but looked away, almost shyly. “We can talk,” he replied, but it didn’t sound genuine.
I pursed my lips at him but began to get dressed. I did want to have a drink with him, but I wouldn’t have a beer. Maybe I would opt for more iced tea. I could never get enough of that sugary stuff. I was honestly surprised I hadn’t gotten fat from tea alone, but then again, I didn’t eat a lot of food.
I still hadn’t washed the clothes that Brittany had given me, but they were holding up surprisingly well. There was something about the expensive fabric that made it look good all the time, even if it needed to be cleaned.
I went into the bathroom while Austin waited for me. I cleaned my face and put my hair into a tight ponytail as the other women at East Bridge University did. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror, feeling confident, then I left to join back up with Austin.
Damn, why did that man have to look so sharp all the time? His brown hair was parted perfectly back and to the side, while his suit looked like it had just been pressed at the dry cleaners. He didn’t look like he just had sex. He looked like he was about to give a speech at a fancy dinner.
“Shall we?” he asked, holding out an arm politely to me.
I guess the sex had changed his mood. I took his arm, and we left the bedroom together. This time I was sure to lock the door. I didn’t know how he had gotten in before, but I didn’t care to ask. I wanted to enjoy the moment, not think about all the ways that it was wrong. Live and let live.
I was afraid that we might run into Brittany when we got outside. I didn’t want her to see me with Austin. She would have some choice words for him, and probably for me too. I didn’t feel like getting yelled at tonight. I was in too good of a mood.
Thankfully, we got to Austin’s black sports car without any disturbances.
I was still hot from the sex we had enjoyed, so the cold night air didn’t bother me. I had been smart enough to bring a jacket this time because, even if I didn’t get dumped in the middle of nowhere, the walk to and from the car was long enough to send a chill through me.
Austin opened the door of his car for me, and I climbed in, breathing in the fresh leather scent that was always present in his vehicle. It was a comfortable car, and I could tell it cost a fortune. I often wondered where everyone’s wealth came from, so I thought to ask him as he climbed in beside me.
“What do your parents do for a living?” I asked Austin as he started the car.
He looked at me with a frown. “My dad is on the board of directors for the school. I thought you knew that.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised. “I had no idea.”
“Brittany likes to say that’s the only reason I was accepted into the school, but she’s the one with bad grades,” he said, letting out a laugh. “I’m a straight-A student.”
“What?” Another surprise. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me now. Straight As just like me, but he was so much more socially adept. Well, aside from his rudeness.
“You and me, Jane, we’re not so different,” Austin said as we pulled out onto the road.
“I guess not,” I said, agreeing with him. He was right, in a strange way. “What does your mom do?”
Austin shook his head. “Enough about me. You said that you came here on a scholarship, so I guess your parents didn’t leave you any money.”
“No, they didn’t,” I said. “I have no idea why.”
“I know why,” he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
I leaned forward, looking at him. “Seriously?”
He nodded.
“Then tell me.”
“I’m not sure if I should. You’re so ignorant to the truth that it’s cute. I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun,” he said, a tinge of bitterness to his voice, like an orange peel in a drink.
The engine in the car grew louder as we sped down the quiet black street, on our way to get a drink together. It would have been romantic, but now there were too many questions left unanswered. I felt the need to start digging.
“You should be honest with me, Austin. I’ve been very patient with you, even though you bullied me before,” I said.
He shrugged. “I’ll do whatever I want.”
“And so will I, so if you want me to join you for a drink, then tell me what you know about my parents,” I urged.
“Do you really want to know?” he asked, raising his voice.
“Yes,” I said desperately. How many fucking times did I have to say it until he told me the truth?
“Alright,” he said, leaning back and easing his foot off the gas.
I leaned in, anticipating his next words.
Austin ran his fingers through his thick brown hair and glanced at me before returning his eyes to the road. “Your parents went to a party school. East bridge was, and still is, notorious for heavy drinking, smoking, fucking,” he said, looking at me again when he said the word ‘fucking’.
“So what?”
“So, your parents liked to party. Hey, they got good grades, they were honor students, they were just like my parents, in a way. Except you know what? My parents weren’t alcoholics,” he said sharply.
“Neither were mine,” I said, quick to defend them, even though I didn’t know the first thing about their past. I barely remembered them, much less knew their entire history. Hell, Brittany probably knew more about them than I did. My aunt always kept her lips sealed about them. Maybe this was why.
“Your parents liked to drink, which is fine and all, but not when you get behind the wheel,” Austin said. “Your parents, just like Brittany, don’t know when their too drunk to get behind the wheel of a car.”
I was shocked. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but he was dead accurate about Brittany, which meant he was probably right about my parents as well. My stomach was churning, all the tea and food sloshed up from vigorous sex, and now topped off with the sickening news that my parents had been drunk drivers. It was enough to make any girl hurl their dinner.
“So, sweetheart, you asked for the truth, and you’re going to get it,” Austin said, speaking through his teeth as he prepared to deliver the final blow to my soul. “Your parents killed my mother when I was younger. They smeared her across the road while she was out walking one night after dinner. You know, some people just want to enjoy the outdoors at night. We lived in a safe neighborhood, but then again, you never know what can happen at night.”
Austin’s voice was starting to tremble as he spoke, but he didn’t stop there. “The car hit my mother and killed her instantly, but your parents lost control of the vehicle, and it slammed into a tree, killing them too. My father collected a fortune from your parents after the death of my mother. Your family was wiped clean.”
I was frozen in shock. I could barely think as the truth sunk into my veins like an icy injection. I hated every word that left Austin’s lips, but I knew that he was telling the truth. He was so enraged by the story.
“Your parents got a building at school named after them once my father joined the board of directors,” Austin said, shaking his head with a disgusted look on his face. “My father had sympathy for them, even after they killed my mother, but I don’t. I don’t have sympathy for them or for you.” He jerked his head toward me, glaring at me.
I was afraid of those eyes. They were dead inside, all the spark of excitement and arousal completely gone. There was nothing but deadness there, and that spelled trouble for me. God, why had I gotten into his car again?
“I’m sorry, but I’m not my parents, Austin. I’m not them,” I said softly, trying to reason with him.
“Of course you aren’t, but you share the same last name. Devlin. It makes me sick. I don’t want to see you again.”
“You can’t make me drop out just for that,” I said. “I didn’t even know.”
“Well, now you do,” he said with a sour chuckle. “So, get out of here and never come back. I’m tired of you fucking alcoholics running people over with your goddamn cars. And tell Brittany to go run into a tree as well. Maybe she could take you with her,” he spat, seeming to reach a peak in his anger.
The car wasn’t getting any slower, and it was becoming apparent that we weren’t going anywhere to have a drink together. In fact, I began to recognize a few of the yellow signs on the long stretch of road that we were on. He was taking me out again, probably to leave me stranded again.
“You can’t freak out on me like this. I’m not Brittany. I’m not my parents. I’m just me,” I said, finding strength in this time of horror. “You like me, Austin. I don’t see why you have to be this way.”
“I don’t like you,” he grumbled, but I knew he was lying.
“Listen, you can take me back to school, and we’ll forget that this ever happened.”
“No,” he said bluntly, then he slammed on the brakes.
I was tossed forward as his car skidded to a stop in the middle of the road. My seatbelt dug into my sternum, and I nearly bashed my head on the dashboard as the car came to a stop.
“Get out,” he demanded.
I coughed, loosening the seatbelt from my ribcage. “I don’t want to get out,” I said, remembering how long it took me last time to get back to school. I didn’t want to take risks near the woods again.
“I don’t care what you want, Jane. I told you to get out of my fucking car. Don’t ever come back,” he snarled.
This is what happens when you get too social, Jane. There a reason why you’re introverted. Focus on school, not boys.
“Fine,” I snapped, flinging off my seatbelt and kicking open the door to let myself out. I was angry at Austin for doing this to me again, right after I had shared something intimate with him. I was also angry at myself for getting into this. I was stupid, ignorant, and maybe I would have been better off listening to my aunt after all.
Austin’s tires screeched on the pavement as he drove away from me, leaving me with the taste of burnt rubber in my mouth, and the feeling of hopelessness in my body. I knew that there was nothing more that I could do. It was over. I had lost.
I began walking back down the road with less care for wild animals and attackers this time. I felt ashamed for having come to East Bridge in the first place. I didn’t belong here, and my family had a bad name. I was finished and it was hard to think that things could get any worse.
That was until my phone rang.
I pulled it out of the small pocket on my skirt and checked to see who it was. It was my Aunt Martha, calling me once again. She always seemed to call when I was in trouble, but it wasn’t like I was terribly occupied right now.
I answered the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey Jane, how are you?” she asked, her voice sounding a bit sheepish. Maybe she felt bad about our last conversation.
“I’m alright,” I said, letting disappointment creep into my voice.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, sounding almost hopeful.
“I don’t know. I just found out that my parents were alcoholics, so yeah, there’s that,” I said with a sigh.
“What? Who told you that?” she replied, surprise in her voice.
“Is it true?” I asked.
Silence. That was all I needed to know that it was.
“Your parents were good people, Jane. My sister might not have been well-suited for a school like East Bridge, but she was smart, just like you.”
“You didn’t tell me they killed someone,” I said, digging into the story. I felt betrayed by my aunt.
“Jane, I didn’t want to hurt you. You’re still so young.”
“You didn’t wa
nt to hurt me?” I asked, raising my voice. “I had to find out on my own that my parents fucked up majorly, and now I’m at this fucking school where everyone knows it. Tell me how you didn’t want to hurt me. Tell me!” I was fuming mad, but I knew that my aunt wasn’t the one who had ruined things for me. She was doing her best, but that had never been good enough for me.
“I’m sorry. I really am,” she said, sounding close to tears.
I sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m just frustrated about this. It’s really upsetting.”
“I know, darling. Your parents had their problems. I just didn’t want you to go down the same road.”
“I won’t,” I said, staring out into the darkness ahead of me. As soon as I got back to school, I was going to pack my bags and leave. East Bridge ruined my parents. I wouldn’t let it ruin me too.
“I’m glad to hear it. I have something to tell you, though,” my aunt continued.
“What is it?”
“I lost my job, and your uncle is nowhere to be found. It seems he’s run off again.”
Fuck, I really needed to get back and help her. “I’m sorry, Aunt Martha. I’m going to come back and help you.”
“You really don’t have to,” she replied.
“No, you were right. I’m not like these people. I need to go home,” I said, gripping the phone tightly in my hand.
“I’ll make your favorite dinner,” she said, sounding overjoyed.
I laughed. “That sounds great.”
Suddenly, a pair of headlights appeared from behind me again. Who was this, Brittany again? I thought that jokingly, but as they moved closer, I recognized the car. Yes, that was her.
“Hey, listen. I have to go. I’ll call you back soon.”
“Okay, I love you,” my aunt replied.
“Love you too. Bye.” I hung up the phone as Brittany rolled down her window.
“So, we meet again. I told you not to fuck that guy,” she said.
I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t plan on doing it again.”
