Broken Trust: A Dark High School Romance(79)

His control issues were only going to allow me so long, but I made the most of it while I could. My hand worked his lower shaft while my lips, tongue and sometimes a little bit of teeth took care of the rest. His tight hold on my hair—controlling me—pushed the limits of my gag reflex, but instead of feeling dirty and cruel, it turned me on harder. I loved that feeling of him taking what he wanted, even though it was me blowing him.

Right when I thought I had him, when I thought he was about to lose it, he hauled me up and flipped us in a tangle of limbs. Next thing I knew, my face was against a pillow while my ass was high in the air, my naked cunt exposed to the cool night air.

Where the hell had my panties gone, and how did he just get them off me so fast? It was dizzying, but there was no time to ask silly questions. Beck’s mouth closed over my pussy, and I moaned, long and low.

Apparently, he was in the mood for revenge. His strong hands held my ass, spreading me wide and allowing him unhindered access to lick and suck me to the point of trembling. But even so, he wasn’t done. Right as I was sure my orgasm was going to hit, he stopped.

But then...

“Is that—?” I blurted at the distinctive sound of something vibrating.

Confirmation came quickly as Beck toyed with me, running the buzzing head of my new vibrator over my aching lips and dipping it in and out of me with infuriating shallowness.

“I found this in your drawer earlier, when I put your gun there,” he commented as he teased me. “How long have you had this, hmm?”

My response just came as a strangled squeak as he pushed the vibrator deeper and delivered a quick lick over my clit. “Uh, not long?” I replied when he withdrew it, even though I was silently begging him to keep going. “Eddy gave it to me as a housewarming gift.”

He hummed a thoughtful sound under his breath, but obliged my mental pleas by pumping the purple silicone toy in and out of me a few more times.

“Well then,” he murmured, his breath hot on my throbbing pussy. “Remind me to thank her later.”

His weight shifted on the bed, and I craned my neck just in time to see him stroking a fist down his erection. He caught me looking, and just smirked at me before pulling the vibrator out and replacing it with his huge cock.

“Fuck,” I halfway screamed as he slammed the whole way in. He was a clear sight bigger than the toy Eddy had given me, so that first thrust held an edge of pain while my walls stretched and adjusted to accommodate the new intrusion. It was a pain I craved, though, and I writhed under his grip, praying that he’d move.

Beck let out a small, self-satisfied laugh as I whimpered and squirmed, but his hands were tight on my hips—holding me still. “I’m really getting the impression you like it rough, Butterfly.”

“Fuck yes,” I gasped, totally past the point of discretion. “Sebastian, please, please, fuck me hard.”

Thank all the deities and stars and whatever the fuck else, he didn’t require any more encouragement. In fact, he stepped it up a notch by bringing his hand down—open palm—on my ass cheek and making me yell.

Fuck me. What was it about that sharp sting of pain that just drenched my cunt?

Beck fucked me exactly how I wanted him to. Hard, fast, dirty and possessive. When he ran the vibrator over my clit, I exploded in a screaming, thrashing mess.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathed. “Shit. Holy wow.”

A strangled sort of grunt came from Beck as he held my hips tight and kissed my spine. His cock was still lodged deep within me, and it quickly became clear that he wasn’t finished with me yet.

“You good?” he asked, and I nodded into the pillow. “Good.”

That was all the warning I got before Beck pulled out, flipped me over onto my back and thrust back inside my still pulsing pussy.

I moaned, long and languid as he started moving again. Slower, this time. All my nerve endings were lit up from my intense orgasm, and I draped my arms around his neck in an almost drunken haze.

Beck kissed me while we fucked. Slow and gentle but still with all that dominant ownership that he held in his eyes every time he looked at me.

Except ... we weren’t fucking any more. What he’d done to me doggy style, torturing me with my vibrator and smacking my ass until I came—that was fucking. This...

“Sebastian?” I sighed, loving every inch of skin that touched along our bodies. “Are you...?”

I couldn’t even say the words. Yet another thing for my therapist to handle.

“Making love to you?” he murmured back, smoothing my hair back from my face and meeting my heavy lidded eyes. His face was serious and ... vulnerable. It scared the shit out of me, but at the same time it was as though all my bones has started buzzing with excitement.

“Yeah, baby. Because I think something’s on your mind, and I just want you to know how I feel...” he trailed off, kissing my lips in little, teasing pecks.

My breath caught in my throat, even as my legs curled around his waist, pulling him deeper. “And how is that?” I pushed, despite the near debilitating fear running through me.

A small smile pulled at his lips, and when he replied it was totally without hesitation.

“I love you, Riley.”

The sheer conviction in his voice, the naked honesty on his face ... it was too much.

I panicked, kissing him deeply and continuing to kiss him—preventing any more conversation—until he came inside me. Beck wrapped me in his arms, hugging me tight on just this side of snuggling until I wriggled out of his embrace and gave him a sheepish smile.