Taming Alec(27)

“Damn it, Joel.”

He reached up and pulled me back onto the bed. “Maybe I don’t want you to go home. Maybe I should hold your underwear for ransom, so you’ll stay.”

“Keep them. I’ll get them another time.”

I tried to sit up, but he kept me pinned against him.

“Stay for a little while longer. We can light up and have some fun.”

“I can’t go home stoned. That’s just asking for trouble.”

“But you could go home thoroughly f*cked,” he said as he ran his fingers down my back.

I shivered. “I could, but I need to leave.”

“I’ll make it quick.” He started pulling my shorts down my legs.

“Joel…”

“Shh…you know you want to.”

Of course I wanted to, but I was already in so much trouble.

He silenced my protests as he rolled me onto my back. His naked body was tight against mine, and I could feel just how much he wanted me. He tweaked both of my nipples with his fingers, making me moan.

Fuck it. Going home will have to wait.

“Oh f*ck,” I said as he nudged my opening with his dick.

He leaned down and ran his tongue across my throat and then across my breasts. I arched my back, trying to get as close to him as possible. His hand traveled down my body to my core, and he started rubbing my clit. His dick was still teasing me at my entrance. I tried to adjust my body, so he would enter.

“I thought you had to go home,” he taunted.

“I do, but I thought you said you wanted to f*ck me.”

“Oh, I do. Grab the bedposts.”

I did as he’d said, preparing myself for his entry. He didn’t disappoint. He slammed into me hard enough that I had to hold on to the bedposts to keep myself from moving up the bed. I gasped out his name as he pulled out and ran his thumb along my clit.

God, I’m going to kill him for torturing me.

“Again,” I said as I shifted, trying to force him to enter me.

“You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” he teased.

“You know I do,” I groaned.

He ran his hands over my body before grabbing my hips and thrusting into me again. Over and over, he slammed into me until I was gasping for breath. He wasn’t gentle, and I hadn’t expected him to be. It was just the way we were. He liked rough sex, and I was happy to oblige.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to allow him to go deeper as I met him thrust for thrust. His grip on me tightened as he came closer to his release. I couldn’t hold out much longer either. I was so close. He continued to pound into me as he reached between us. He flicked my clit and sent me screaming into my orgasm. My legs clamped tighter around him as I came. His thrusts became harder and more erratic as he came with me.

My body went limp. Once my orgasm left me, I could see again. Joel was panting above me with his forehead resting against mine. After his breathing returned to normal, he slipped out and rolled over to his side.

“I told you I’d make it quick,” he said as he grinned over at me.

“Yay for you.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

He continued to grin as he leaned over, and then he kissed me. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

We both dressed quickly, trying to hurry. Now that I wasn’t staring at Joel’s naked body, the need to get home was strong. I knew I was in trouble, but I just couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. I was tired of spending all my time trying to figure out ways to get around my parents’ rules.

I knew fighting didn’t solve anything, but it sure as hell made me feel better. Since Joel and I had become a couple, I’d made quite a few enemies, especially from the female population, but I didn’t really give a f*ck. He was mine, and if people tried to come between us, I’d take care of them.

I wasn’t the sweet and innocent girl I’d been before I met Joel. He’d changed me—but for the better. Before him, I’d rarely partied, and I’d never gotten into trouble. Now, I did what I wanted, and I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. I had no friends of my own. I only hung out with his. It didn’t bother me though. I hated girls. My solitude and bad attitude usually led to rumors that I was on drugs or helping him sell them. And both rumors were true, so they didn’t bother me either because it made most people leave me alone.

But there was always some dumb skank who thought she could talk about me or try to push me around. I knew how to take care of myself. The girls who tried to start fights with me always ended up with blood dripping down their faces as they cowered on the floor.

Joel had taught me how to fight since he would bring me along to deals. He would even send me out to do them on my own if he was busy. Most people who were aware of the fact that I was helping Joel deal thought I was nuts, but I considered it a normal part of our relationship. Besides, he never sent me out on deals that were dangerous. He always handled those on his own. I would try to help him as much as possible. I knew that if I got caught, I wouldn’t end up in as bad of a situation as he would since I was under eighteen.

I didn’t use drugs often —with the exception of weed. While I had no problem dealing, I didn’t want to end up like one of the addicts who I supplied. They were gross and pathetic. Joel smoked weed a lot, but as far as I knew, that was the only thing he did. We both knew that if he started using, his profits would disappear.