by W. Winters
“Don’t you know this is mine until I’ve had my fill?” I say beneath my breath as I reach between her thighs and cup her pussy.
Her mouth parts slightly, even as her back arches and she pushes her cunt against my hand.
“You’re bad for me,” she tells me in a heated whisper and then her eyes close with a small moan as I rock my palm against her clit.
I might not be the best thing for her, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting her go.
I pull away right before those soft moans can turn into something more than just foreplay.
“Tell me what you want.” I give her the command, but it comes out as desperate. One half step back gives her the exit she was after when I walked out here. “Just tell me, Allie.”
I don’t care that I’m weak for her. I just want her weak for me.
“I want you,” she says in a rushed breath and before the last word is spoken, I’m already on her. Shoving my hands up her skirt and ripping my thumb through the thin lace. I hear it tear as she moans my name into the hot air. I shove the ripped panties into my pocket and look to my right and left before pulling out my dick.
“This has to be quick,” I tell her and then kiss her neck ravenously. As though I’m starved for her. Her slender fingers grip into my shoulders as I wrap her legs around me and tease the head of my dick against her heat. I’m easing it in, sliding back and forth and she’s already soaking wet.
The deep, gruff sound at the back of my throat is all for her as I push myself all the way in to the hilt in one swift stroke.
She cries out, slamming her head back, but it’s muffled as she bites down into her lip.
I thrust upward as hard as I can, burying myself in her tight cunt. Fuck, she feels so damn good. She claws at my back as I slam into her, her back pushing against the wall each time.
My pace is steady, relentless and each pump of my hips has her climbing higher and higher.
Before I even feel the need to cum, she’s already clamping down on my dick and whimpering her release.
It’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I want to hear it every damn day. I want her to cling to me like she needs me.
And to trust that I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything.
I pick up my pace, racing for my own release and riding through hers.
“So fucking good,” I moan into the curve of her neck. Nipping and kissing as I take her like I want her.
I meant for it to be quick, but I hold back just enough so I can make it last a little longer. I want to hold on to her. She needs to know that.
She’s limp when I’m done with her. Her legs are trembling and I have to lean her against the wall so I can pull my pants back up. Her eyes are closed when I look up at her, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so damn beautiful.
She doesn’t fight me when I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, getting her attention so I can look her in the eyes and tell her, “Stop pushing me away. I don’t like it.”
Her chest is still heaving, but her shallow breath is starting to come back to her.
I wait a second for her to search my gaze, and I hope she finds what she’s looking for because I mean it.
“I can give you everything you want, Allie. All you have to do is let me.”
17
Allison
“You know I’m no good, right?” I can’t help but ask him as we sit next to each other in the diner. In the back of my head, I can hear myself saying he’s no good for me too. But it’s so quiet. The hum of something else has taken over. He gives me a fuzzy feeling. One I haven’t felt in a long time. One that makes me want more than what I’d planned.
The food’s half-gone on my plate. Just chicken tenders and fries. You can’t go wrong with that. Dean’s finished his burger and is working through the pile of fries left on his plate. A pair of Cokes top off the meal.
He huffs like it’s a joke and doesn’t answer me, reaching for his drink instead. I find it fascinating watching him. He’s different. A kind of different I like.
He makes me feel safe and wanted. It’s foolish, but I want that. I want him. All of him. And that’s something I’ve never wanted before.
“I think this weekend I’m going away. I don’t have to worry about you running off, do I?” he asks me.
“You probably should,” I say as a joke. Judging by the expression on his face, he doesn’t like my answer. “Where are you going?” I ask to change the subject. I like his smile the best. My skin pricks at the realization. Knowing that my own happiness is somehow attached to someone else’s. I don’t care for it because people come and go. They leave you, disappoint you. They die.
And then you’re left all alone.
“To Brunswick. I think,” he says.
“You think?” I ask him playfully, but my heart hurts. My mother’s in Brunswick. All of it happened in Brunswick. I hate Brunswick.
“I haven’t decided if I’m going yet.”
I let out a small chuckle; it’s more a breath of a laugh. “I swear I won’t run off, so you can go,” I tell him.
“I just wanted to hear you say it. Right now, you’re mine. We don’t need labels, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you think I’m fine with you fucking someone else.” His words are hard and brutish. Almost like a slap in my face.
“What if I want to?” I ask him, and he looks me square in the eyes.
“Do you?”
No, I don’t. I hesitate, and my heart seems to struggle with each second. I can’t do this to him.
“I guess not. You fuck well enough,” I say and stuff a fry into my mouth, hating how much it hurts me to play it off.
“I’m serious, Allie,” he says and his voice is hard, with no room for negotiation. “I don’t want to think about you just up and leaving.”
“I don’t even know you,” I answer in jest, but all humor leaves me when I see the look in his eyes. They’re dark, piercing. Possessive.
“Yeah, you do. You know enough.” He lets out a heavy breath, pushing his plate away. “I’m telling you I want you and I don’t want you running around on me. That’s all I’m asking.”
“I think I like that,” I say, mesmerized by how easily he admitted that. How easily he made himself vulnerable. I really like it. “I want that too.”
“You want me?” he asks with the hint of a smile and I nod, then say, “Yeah, I want you.”
“Only me?” he asks, cocking a brow.
“Sure, for now,” I answer him with a flirtation I think he likes.
The smile on my face only grows, as does his. That’s the thing about him that’s addictive. The pain vanishes when he smiles.
It’s quiet for a minute. A long minute and I don’t like the tension, but I’m the one who caused it to begin with. A dull ache pulses between my legs as I lean closer to him and cross them.
“You did a number on me,” I whisper and brush my cheek against his arm. My fingers play around his large wrist for a moment, just to feel him.
He’s so close, only inches away since we’re sitting on the same side of the booth. I guess he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to take off again. Smart of him.
“Is that right?” he says, putting down his drink so he can rest his hand on my thigh. We both watch as he rubs it with his thumb in slow, soothing circles. “How’s your shoulder?” he asks me, and it takes a second to register.
Reaching up with my hand to push the fabric aside, I take a look and let out a small laugh. “I match you now,” I tell him.
He brushes my hand away and gently soothes the scrape. I can hardly feel it; I barely feel anything but exhaustion at the moment.
“It’s nothing,” I tell him and he glances at me, but then back at my shoulder.
“Beds are better,” he says with a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Did you like it?” he asks me.
“Dean, you have no idea what I’d let you do to me.” I shake my head and feel embarrass
ed by how quickly and honestly I responded. I should know better.
“Is that why you think you’re no good? Because you like it hard?”
“Not just hard.”
“Brutal, anal, gangbang, rape fantasy, what?” He says the words like they’re no big deal. Maybe to him, they aren’t. Some people, though … some people use them to hurt others. “How fucking bad do you go, Allie Cat?” he asks me and I hesitate. So much is threatening to spill out. My heart’s racing and my hands are feeling clammy.
“It’s not as easy as me just picking a fantasy and you deliver,” I tell him, watching my hands as I pick at my fingernails.
“Sure it is. Unless it’s a gangbang situation you’re after. It’s going to be hard for me to fill that order by my lonesome.”
I snicker and slowly shake my head, finally peeking up at him.
“I like to fuck,” he says as he leans in closer to me. “And I’ll tell you a little secret,” he whispers as he lowers his lips to my ear. “I’ve done dirtier shit and loved it.”
“Like what?” I ask him instantly, desperate to know.
“I’ve used rope before,” he finally answers before reaching for his soda and taking a drink. My eyes lift to his, willing him to continue. “I like having control. So long as I have that, I can push the boundaries. I can chase you down, pin you beneath me. You need to tell me what you want, but if you think you’re oh so bad, little kitten, I can assure you that you’re not.”
He has no idea that he’s the one playing with fire, not me.
“I just like …” I pause but force myself to look him in the eyes as I continue, “to fight back.” It’s a secret I haven’t told anyone else. I want to play. I want to push my limits. I haven’t met someone I could do it with. Not until Dean.
“You didn’t fight me much out there,” he responds, and a spark of desire ignites within me.
“Did you want me to?” I ask him and he shrugs in response, picking at the fries on his plate.
“I don’t care how I fuck you so long as I get to,” he answers me with a slowly growing smirk on his face.
I find it hard to focus. To eat. To do anything other than think about how much Dean could push me, and how I could push him right back.
18
Dean
She’s a little kitten, my Allie Cat. She thinks she’s so dirty and bad, but really she just likes rough and hard sex. It’s cute. Well, as long as she listens it’s cute. As long as she stays where she belongs.
The first step after dinner was to take a look at the kind of porn she’s into. She can get all quiet and shy talking about it, but her search history doesn’t hide a damn thing.
Brutal fuck.
Hard rough fuck.
Choked, slapped, punished.
I huff a small laugh when I see her phone on the nightstand. She brought up a picture of a girl all tied up with rope.
Fuck that. My answer: I don’t have time for that shit. She got a kick out of my reaction. Maybe I’ll tie her ass up for Christmas or something if we’re still together then, but right now, I just need her ass to sit pretty.
Yeah, she’s a little kitten. And she deserves to be fucked however she wants it. Just thinking about it is getting my dick hard again. Even with the knowledge she’s passed out and her cunt’s sore and swollen from the hard fuck I just gave her.
Her sweet smell drifts toward me as she cuddles in close. She’s only got a twin bed and her bedroom looks like she just moved in. There’s just a bed and a dresser full of clothes.
It reminds me of my room after my father died and we moved.
I clear my throat and wrap my arm around her small form, pressing her soft body into mine. Her little murmur of satisfaction stops the thoughts of my father in their tracks.
Thank fuck for that, but I still can’t sleep.
It’s almost 3:00 a.m. and I’m wide awake, although I don’t know why. I should’ve exhausted myself into a coma, but I can’t turn off thinking about everything that’s happened this week. It’s been fast and furious with Allie. I’m not the type that gets attached. This girl is getting to me, and I don’t know why. I can’t explain it.
A low groan rumbles in the back of my throat as I remember how I made her get down on all fours with her ass in the air, all so I could watch my cum leak out of her pretty little pussy.
Another groan, another memory. My dick twitches and hardens with need. The last straw is when she throws her leg over my thigh and her bare pussy rubs against me.
“You doing that on purpose?” I ask her and the little minx smiles. Guess I’m not the only one who can’t sleep.
I push her onto her back and nuzzle her neck to wake her up.
“I want you,” I tell her and nip her ear. Her palms push weakly against my chest until I rock my hard dick against her pussy. My lips drop to the crook of her neck as I moan, “You’re so fucking wet.”
She mewls an incoherent response.
Getting on my knees, I try to push her onto her stomach, but she protests. “What if I want you like this?” she asks me. Her eyes are half-lidded, and her hair’s a messy halo scattered across the pillow.
She digs her heels into my ass as she spreads her thighs for me. “Just like this.”
My heart beats harder. “Just on top?” I tease her, letting my fingers trail up her thigh to the dip in her waist. The shiver that runs through her body makes me smile.
She gives me a simple nod and props herself up on her elbows so I can wrap my arms around her back. Nestling my hips against hers, I line up my dick and slide in gently.
“Nice and slow,” she says softly, sleep evident in her voice. Her head falls back the second I push inside of her.
I’m gentle at first, letting the bed rock with us in slow motions. It hits the wall every time. I thought we’d managed to put a hole in the drywall with the last round.
The smell of sex fills the air as I keep up a steady pace. I’m deliberately holding back. Forcing her to writhe under me and dig her heels into my ass harder.
She cries out a strangled plea for more. I can feel her cunt tighten, but she’ll never get off like this. Not for a while at least.
She’s breathless when she looks up at me. “Harder,” she begs me.
And I give her just what she wants, feeling her heart race against mine.
I lift her up on her side first, straddling her leg so I can push all the way into her without her hips hitting mine. The second I slide into her, still gentle with my thrust, her plump lips part with a gasp and she grips the comforter as she screams out.
“Dean!” she cries out my name as I slam into her again. A deep, rough noise is forced from me when I feel the head of my dick bump against her cervix.
Fuck yes.
I pound into her again and again, gripping onto her thigh with a bruising force to keep her right where I want her. Even as she tries to move away from me.
She pushes against me, struggling and writhing with the intensity of what I’m what doing to her. It’s almost too much. Her nails scratch at my chest and dig into my skin. Her face scrunches with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I don’t hold back. Bending down, I kiss her jaw and she’s eager to meet my lips with hers. It’s hot and heavy and different. Different between us and electric.
I can feel she’s close from the way her pussy tightens and from the sweet sounds she’s making. I fucking love it. I love what I can do to her.
“Dean, fuck!” she yells out as her neck arches and her head digs into the pillow. I lean closer to her so I can bite down on her neck, sucking and nipping as I push her higher and higher. A small whimper is followed by a sibilant sound on her lips. I can hear the word stop on the tip of her tongue. It’s the smallest hint of this being too much for her, making me pull back slightly. Only slightly, and I keep up my pace.
My heart beats hard and fast, desperate for more but knowing she’s on the edge of it hurting her, of being too much. It’s for her. I can hardly breathe as I wait
in that short moment where I know I’ve pushed too hard.
She doesn’t miss a beat though, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m taking it easy on her. She’s a tight fit and feels too damn good to stop.
The bed slams into the wall and her fingers cling to my shoulders, urging me on but still fighting me.
She pushes against me and writhes with the need to get away; it’s so fucking intense, but I don’t stop. I need more. More of this. More of her.
“Dean!” she screams out my name as her cunt spasms on my cock and her body goes rigid, paralyzed from pleasure.
“Thank fuck,” I whisper against her neck, feeling her heat surround me as I hammer into her over and over, ruthlessly fucking her deeper and deeper as her arousal leaks between us.
I ride through her orgasm and take what’s mine until I feel the telltale signs of my own release.
Her blunt nails scratch into my shoulder as I thrust deeply one last time and feel thick hot streams leave me in waves.
“Allie.” It’s all I can manage to say as my body rocks with the thrill of my release.
When I finally come back down, Allie’s legs are shaking and she’s still trembling beneath me with her own pleasure.
My mouth is dry and my heart racing as I slip out of her, letting our combined cum drip down her thigh.
“Oh my God,” Allie murmurs as she turns on her side and curls up.
All I feel is pride as I pull the covers over her. She’s still shaking.
“You all right?” I question and she nods her head, but keeps her eyes tightly shut. “You’re on the pill, right?” I ask her as I stand up and grab my shirt to wipe myself off and then go back to clean her up.
I finally feel spent, but I should’ve asked about the pill days ago.
She shakes her head, and I stand there dumbfounded for a moment.
It’s quiet. Allie’s still in the same position.
“You need me to go get you some Plan B or something?” I say and try to figure out how many days or hours that shit works for.
