“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he says quietly. Si slides his hand underneath my shirt, snakes it into my bra, and grabs my breast firmly in his hand before he leans down and kisses me passionately.
His hunger is undeniable and his want for me is prominent in the way his tongue flicks against mine. I match his intensity to the point that when we finally break apart, we’re breathing in heavy gasps and are both left trembling.
“Get on the fucking bed, please,” he whispers.
I bite my lip and smile at Si. He grins in return and runs a hand back through his hair, slapping my ass with the other when I brush passed him and pull my shirt over my head. I ball it up and toss it to the other side of the room before I crawl onto the bed and turn onto my back. Propping myself up by the elbows, I tilt my head at him and wait.
Si shakes his head with a low chuckle as he comes over to the side of the bed and looks down at me.
“I almost feel bad right now,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you up.”
“Big talk for someone who hasn’t done much,” I tease.
He throws his head back and laughs as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the story of thousands of hours of colorful ink on his skin. It’s one of the things I find so beautiful about him—the need to tell a story with his body where words seemed to have failed him.
“Sit up and scoot over here,” he says, reaching down and grabbing his bulge.
Again, I do as I’m told.
Not because I don’t feel like I have a say in the matter, but because it’s what I want to do. I push my hair behind my ears and reach for the zipper on his ripped, black jeans and pull it down slowly. Si puts one hand on his hip and uses the other to lift my chin up toward him again. He leans down and kisses me softly before he stands back up to his full height.
“Get busy, little lady,” he says with a grin.
“Yes, sir,” I reply with an eye roll.
I reach up and pull his jeans halfway down his thighs before I lean forward and give his hard cock a lick through his boxers. He shivers slightly and rests a hand on the back of my head. I glance up at him and smile when I see how much he’s anticipating my next move.
Deciding that’s more than enough of a tease, I reach up and pull his boxers down just above where his jeans are now resting and almost back out. Silas is a tall man, but I didn’t expect his dick to be proportionate to his height and I’m a little worried that I won’t be able to handle him.
“It’s not so bad, I swear,” he says with a low chuckle. I glance up at him quickly and take a deep breath. I knew goddamn well what I was going to be getting into, so backing out now would make me look like a frightened rabbit.
“I got this,” I reply with a wink as I wrap my hand around the base of his hard cock and lick the tip gently. Si sucks in a deep breath and holds it while I tease the head of his cock with licks and nibbles before I take it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.
“Holy shit, Hair—”
I pull away immediately and give him a pointed stare to which he chuckles and closes his eyes again. “I’m sorry. Don’t stop, okay?”
I move my mouth back toward his dick and take it into my mouth, moving my head up and down as much of the length as I can, my hand trailing in circles as I go, and Silas lets out a moan that rocks me to my core. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying what I’m doing, and he doesn’t seem to care that I can’t take the entire thing into my throat, so I continue bobbing my head up and down, tasting the sweat and seduction of his cock as he grips my hair into a ball and begins to slowly rock his hips in sync with me.
I’m worried that he’ll lose himself in the moment and shove it too far down, causing me to gag and tap out, but he seems to be mindful of how much I can manage and doesn’t force it any further than I’ve gotten it in so far.
A few more minutes pass of me sucking his cock like it’s the last one on Earth and he finally gives me a gentle shove away from him. I look up, wondering if I’ve bored him already, but he’s pushing his jeans and underwear to the floor. Much to the contrary—it seems like I’ve given him one hell of a pregame to the show.
Silas grabs me by the hips, lifts me off the mattress, and places me in the middle of the bed before he moves for my shorts, pulling them off and tossing them over my head. I arch my back to see if I can figure out where he threw them, but when he begins to pull my panties off, I forget about them. Wherever they went, I’ll find them later.
“When was the last time you got down with a guy, Axelle?” he asks, moving his body to hover slightly above mine.
“Um. I … I guess I don’t remember,” I reply timidly.
“Nice and tight, then. Good,” he says with a nod as he moves his body down and lays a gentle trail of kisses from my stomach down to my thighs.
“God I can fucking smell you,” he whispers in a throaty tone I haven’t heard from him before.
I prop myself back up on my elbows again as he gently spreads my legs further apart and runs a finger up and down my slit. It feels so different when you’re not forced to do things like this—it actually feels good.
Si leans his face down and kisses my pussy softly before he runs his finger up and down one more time. In the next instant, he’s using his tongue to part the lips and slide his tongue into me. I take something of a deep, strangled breath and lean back; one hand on his head and the other on one of my tits when he begins to gently lick my clit.
His careful demeanor almost immediately gives way to a hungry lion once he gets a taste of my juices and he buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking like a goddamn porn star. I can tell it won’t take much longer until I climax, and I almost want to warn him and push him away, but I can’t. I won’t. I need this release just as much as he wants to fucking give it to me. I need it to be someone different—I don’t want it to be the man from my nightmares anymore. I want to feel alive in someone else’s arms and when my breathing starts to become erratic, when my moans start to come quicker, and at a higher pitch, Si licks faster than before until I find myself gripping his hair so tightly that I’m afraid I’ll rip it out of his head.
“And to think, I once thought you were a little goodie-two shoes,” he says, glancing up at me with a grin.
I let out a tired laugh and stretch my arms over my head, trying to regain my composure when he moves over me again.
“Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow, “because I haven’t even fucking gotten started here.”
I smile and put my hands against his chest, keeping him just far enough above me to be able to attempt to catch my breath again when he smirks.
“All I need to know is if you want me to wrap it up or not,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh. Um. I don’t care really,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Cool.”
He reaches down and grips his cock, putting the head to my opening, but doesn’t push into me right away. Instead, the grin leaves his face as he slightly tilts his head to look at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Axelle. You really are.”
I’m caught off guard by his words and I can feel the tears welling up deep inside of my soul, when he begins to gently push into me. My hands reach for Si, but once he’s as far inside of me as he can get, he grips my wrists and holds my hands over my head.
“Nah,” he whispers with a smirk. “This is my show now.”
The pressure of him sitting idly inside of me for a moment is immense and while I eagerly anticipate his next move, I almost want to cry and run away. I don’t get what it is he sees in me—what he’s told me so many times before that he wishes I could see in myself, but I almost feel genuinely loved in this moment and I know I’m wrong.
I’m more than likely nothing more than another girl etched onto his bedpost and while I hate the feeling, I would hate it even more if I didn’t give in to him right now. I need Sila
s as much as he needs me and when he begins to move his hips, I close my eyes and arch my back again, forgetting every bother I have.
He grunts as he pushes in and out of me in a rhythmic motion that I swear could set the fucking world on fire. I try to pry my hands out of his grip because I want so desperately to grab onto him, but he shakes his head again and moves faster.
“Fuck. You are so goddamn tight,” he says through grit teeth. Silas moves his body away from mine, grips my hips, and fucks me harder. When I try to reach for his arms, he gently slaps my hands away and fucks me even faster.
I moan loudly. He pulls out of me, tells me to turn over, and put my ass in the air. Again, I do as I’m told, ever the good girl that he thinks of me. I brace myself when he puts his hands on my hips and pushes into me again. Silas is a fucking god in the bedroom and he knows it, moving in and out of me like he owns every part of me, because in a way he does. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.
He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair, arching me back toward him, and kissing my neck as he continues fucking me. I snake a hand down toward my pussy and begin to rub my clit. When he grins against my neck, I can tell that he fully approves of what I’m doing. He slaps my ass and pushes me back down as I reach down and continue.
It’s almost as if I’m giving him a show. Even if he can’t see what I’m doing, he knows and is enjoying it.
“God, I’m gonna fucking cum,” he says through grit teeth. I close my eyes and begin to push back against him, fucking him as hard as he’s fucking me.
Silas takes a deep breath as his movements become just a little more frantic before he finally lets it out in a loud moan and I feel him shoot his load deep inside of me.
He lets out a shaky laugh as he moves over to lay on his back next to me and grins at me.
“Sorry. I thought I would have lasted longer than that, but … well, have I mentioned that you have one tight pussy, yet?’
I giggle and open my eyes. “I knew you were all talk.”
Si gives me an incredulous look and runs a hand back through his hair, “Give me two minutes to shake this off and I’m gonna fuck you until you go through the bed.”
“No, it’s okay,” I reply, turning onto my back. “I think I’m gonna be needing an ice pack, anyway.”
Si laughs as he turns his head toward the door, “Did you get it?”
Vanessa steps around the now half-opened door into the bedroom, and grins.
“Got it.”
Chapter Ten
I’m so angry that I’m shaking. I finally had the nerve to give myself to someone, willingly, and this is what I get. A fucking prank played on me by someone who I thought was supposed to be my friend and someone who swore that it would be okay.
“Fuck you both,” I hiss, getting to my feet and looking for my clothes.
“Stop. Axelle—come on. Stop! Let me explain something to you!” Silas pleads, getting to his feet and wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“If you don’t let me go, the next thing she’s going to be recording is your dick getting tugged off your body,” I warn him in a low tone.
“Stop being such a bad ass for a second and listen to me,” he says softly in my ear, the warmth of his sweaty body pressed gently against mine.
“Make it fast,” I snap at him, trying to pull away from him, but he tightens his grip slightly as he places his chin on my shoulder.
“Don’t get mad, okay?” he starts slowly. “When you told me what happened to you, it fucked with me. A lot. I honestly didn’t know if I would be able to handle being around someone with that kind of heavy shit, but then it made me realize that you wouldn’t have told me that story unless you wanted me around, right?” I turn my face away from his, and he takes a deep breath, rubbing his lips against my neck before he continues.
“Listen, I know what you thought when you saw Nessa sitting on my bed. You thought I was going to try for a three-way, right?”
I shrug, and he chuckles.
“No can do on that one, Hair Metal. Nessa is my sister.”
My body goes rigid as I pull firmly away from Silas. I turn to face him, a sour look on my face as he drops his arms from around my shoulders.
“What can I say? We were raised in some hippie cult bullshit. It’s not like she hasn’t seen my dick before and I can tell you what her tits look like down to the detail, but we’ve never wanted to fuck each other. Ever. God, just the thought of that is killing my hard-on more than your little remark earlier.”
Silas lowers his forehead to mine, and rubs it gently, pulling me back toward him.
“I won’t hurt you, you know. I mean, not unless you’re into that kind of thing,” he says with a low chuckle.
“Silas,” I say with a sigh, attempting to push him away again. I just don’t know how well I would fit into a world where a brother freely fucks in front of his amateur movie producer sister who waits in the wings to record our every move.
But that’s when I realize something.
Silas and Vanessa share a closeness that’s so much different than the one my brother and I ever shared. They love each other and are willing to do anything to help the other one be happy for however long a moment of happiness lasts and neither of them force the other to do anything they don’t want to do.
Maybe I can try this.
Maybe it won’t be so bad.
I put my hands on his sides and raise my face toward his, letting our lips brush against each other, sending a shiver through both of us.
“Nessa? Get the fuck out,” Silas says in a thick voice.
She laughs as she tosses his phone onto the bed and closes the door tightly behind her.
Maybe this can be something different. Something new and exciting, and maybe I don’t have to worry about facing monsters in the dark by myself anymore.
As Silas picks me up in his arms and gently lays me back down on his bed, a boyish grin on his face, I can’t help but smile.
What’s the worst that can happen?
I fall in love?
That wouldn’t be so bad.
…would it?
Encore
ELIZABETH CASH
O N E
RYAN
Grand Valley Prep.
One of the top schools in Rolling Hills, and somehow, I managed to land my rebellious, home-wrecking ass smack dab in the middle of it. After getting kicked out of three public schools and ruining private tutors for home school, my parents’ last hope for a future for their son is this high-class pansy school. There are dancers prancing around the halls, jocks shoving their testosterone down everyone’s throat and nerds sitting on top of some mighty high horses. This school is one of the most talked about schools and I can’t see why. It is literally like every other one out there. The only difference—Grand Valley Prep is a dance school.
Take that in for a second. A. Dance. School.
Me, at a dance school.
I think maybe I should give you a small intro into my life for you to truly understand why this is fucking insane.
I'm a teenager with more pent up aggression than a bull that’s been taunted right before a rodeo. Blame it on lack of attention and sentiment from my parents who would rather pawn me off on some stranger than take care of me themselves. Yeah—I'm that kid. The dark and mischievous cliché. Friends aren't something I have because, for some reason, people are scared of me. It could be the resting dick face or maybe the fact that anyone who speaks to me gets barked at—literally.
So, most days—basically every day—I keep to myself. Doing whatever the hell I please.
I've been to three different public high schools. I got kicked out of the first one for fighting two of the teachers. I’m still on probation for it. The second school I went to, let’s just say I like graffiti and the gym teacher had a brand new, white car that needed a splash of color. He wasn’t as impressed as I was with the artwork. The third school didn’t even want to take me, but they didn't really have a c
hoice. It was either let me attend their school or get sued. They relented, took me in, and a week later regretted it when I “accidentally” caught the lunch room on fire when I was helping one of the guys prep for lunch the next day.
I must say, though, arson looks pretty damn good on my record. So does destruction of private property and fighting. I think if I rack up enough charges my parents will finally just discard me like the trash they think I am.
Now, after learning of my misdeeds, you see that me being at this vagina school for ballerinas and jocks with little dicks isn't the best idea. If you're wondering about the homeschooling, let’s just say walking around naked in my own home with my dick swinging about like an elephant trunk doesn't go over well with tutors who are Christians. Well, all but one, that is.
I give this school two weeks tops before they realize they’ve fucked up letting me in here.
Don't think of my piss poor attitude and background as me being an idiot. I’m smart. I've been alone long enough to teach myself more than I need to know in order to get by on my own. If it were up to me, I would have gotten my G.E.D. by now and left this shit town.
Unfortunately, I’m a broke teenager and a majority of employers don't like delinquents working in their establishments. I've tried getting a job but to no avail. I stopped getting an allowance when I was seven and bought a pellet gun. I guess for the time being, mommy and daddy dearest will have to take care of me.
One day I’ll disappear.
I’ll be what they have always wanted me to be from the day I took my first breath.
Invisible.
“Ryan Styles?”
I look up at the guidance counselor’s office door and see a tall woman standing there. Her sleek black hair and pointed stare tell me she means business. Luckily for her, so do I. I get up from the rock-hard chair and move into her office before plopping down onto one of the chairs in there. She stares down her nose at me before she takes her seat, the scowl never leaving her tight face.
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