TWISTED (Tanglewood Elites #2)

by Ivy Rush

  He reaches into his pocket and takes out the panties he stole from me, sets them down between us.

  “You want these back, Cass?” His voice is a low growl, and it’s like I can feel the tone of it reverberating through my body.

  My chest tightens, and I look to his face, not sure what the right answer is. “Yes,” I say finally, cautiously.

  “I jerked off into them.”

  My eyes widen and I flush. The thought of it should repulse me, Raider jerking off and cumming on my underwear. But all it does is make the ache between my legs intensify.

  “You want them back?” he asks again.

  “Yes.”

  “I’ll trade you for them.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Your bra.”

  I laugh. “You want me to trade my bra for my panties?”

  He doesn’t answer, instead just staring at me intensely with those dark eyes.

  I think about it, wondering what’s worse – him having my panties, or my bra. I decide my panties are definitely worse.

  I shrug, like it’s no big deal. “Fine,” I say, going to pull my arms through the holes of the t-shirt I changed into before we left so I can reach up and unhook my bra.

  “No.” Raider shakes his head. “Silly Cass. I’ll get your bra myself.”

  “What?”

  “Take your shirt off.”

  “Raider –”

  “Take. Your. Shirt. Off.” His eyes are blazing, all traces of the boy who wrote a story with a flawed yet likeable protagonist totally gone. The real Raider is back now, and he’s set a trap for me that I walked right into.

  I think about refusing, but I know if I do, he’ll just make it worse. And besides, I want to.

  I reach down and pull off my t-shirt. Underneath, I’m wearing a plain white cotton bra.

  He sighs, then moves toward me, until we’re sitting with our legs crisscross applesauce facing each other. He runs his finger under the strap, his knuckle grazing my skin. Fireworks explode throughout my entire body, starting in my stomach and coming to meet at a warm apex in between my legs.

  I suck in a breath, shuddering.

  “We have to get you some better underwear,” he says.

  “Just take it off,” I say, biting my lip, not able to take the anticipation. “Please, if you’re going to do it, just do it.”

  “Oh, I’m going to do it, Cass,” he says, and now he’s cupping my breasts through my bra. My eyes are closed, not wanting to see his face, because if I do, I might die from embarrassment “I’m going to take your bra off and feel these huge tits in my hands, and then I’m going to suck your nipples until they’re raw.”

  “That wasn’t part of the deal.” My hands are in my lap and they curl into tight fists.

  “Oh, Cass,” he says, and now he’s reaching up and pushing a strand of hair off of my forehead, his touch almost tender.

  It should relax me, but all it does it scare me. If he’s being soft now, that means he’s going to be rough later to make up for it.

  “I’m going to kiss you here, Cass,” he says, his thumb sweeping over my nipple through the fabric of my bra, leaving a brushfire in its wake. “But first I’m going to kiss you here.”

  His thumb moves to my bottom lip, pulling it down gently, and then his mouth is on mine.

  He kisses me hungrily, greedily, one hand cupping my breast, the other on the back of my neck, holding me in gesture that feels both possessive and sexual.

  I try to calm my breathing as he tongue moves into my mouth in an erotic slide and his hands reach for the clasp of my bra.

  And then it’s undone, my breasts popping free into his waiting hands as he kisses me and his stubble scrapes my chin. He kisses me and kisses me until I surrender to him, until I’m breathless and dizzy and desperate.

  Finally, he pulls back, one hand holding me by my neck tightly, making it impossible to move.

  “Jesus,” he murmurs. “Look at those fucking tits.” He cups my breasts and lifts them, then lets them fall. His fingers pinch my nipple, twisting until I cry out in pain.

  This seems to excite him, and his mouth is back on mine while he plays with my tits, alternating his touch between rough and gentle.

  Finally, when my chin is raw from his stubble, when my lips are swollen from his kisses, and my pussy is aching for relief from the way he’s touching my breasts, he pulls away and latches onto my nipple with his mouth.

  I groan immediately as his tongue goes to work.

  “Raider,” I say. “Raider, please…”

  “Yes, baby, beg like the little slut you are,” he says, popping off my nipple only to push me down onto the ground.

  Then he’s laying on top of me, his body covering mine, the weight of him pressing down on me roughly.

  His mouth returns to my nipple and his hand snakes up my body, over my hip, between my thighs and over my leggings.

  He brushes me just over my pussy, and sucks harder on my nipple.

  “Raider,” I say, desperate. “Please, I’m going to…”

  “Yes, you little fucking slut, come for me,” he commands, and then his hand is rubbing me harder and his mouth is back on mine and I come as I moan into his mouth, the orgasm breaking through me like a wave against rocks.

  It pulses through me, seemingly never-ending, vibrating from my core and rippling through my limbs until I’m relaxed and spent.

  “Good girl,” Raider says, and now he’s scrambling off of me.

  I start to sit up, but he pushes me down.

  “No.” He shakes his head. “Now it’s my turn, baby.”

  He keeps one hand on my shoulder, holding me down as he kneels next to me, unbuttoning his pants and slipping his boxer briefs down until his cock springs free.

  My breath hitches as he palms his cock. The bottom of his shirt brushes the top of his shaft, and he pulls it off and tosses it away like it’s a nuisance.

  I stare up at him, taking in the carved lines of his muscles, the ridges and dips that make up his six pack, the broadness that is his chest, the soft line of hair that starts at his navel and ends at his cock.

  My pussy starts to pulse again.

  But as he moves his cock toward my mouth, I turn my head.

  “Look at me.”

  I look at him.

  “Beg.”

  “Please.”

  He shakes his head. “Please what, baby?”

  “Please let me suck your cock.”

  He squeezes his dick and rubs it over my cheek, and I can feel precum leaking out of him and onto my skin.

  And then his cock is pressing against my lips.

  “Open your mouth, Cass,” he says.

  I close my eyes and do what I’m told, knowing that whatever happens next, there’ll be no turning back…

  END OF PART TWO

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