Wanting Winter(61)

He thrusts inside me, groaning into my neck. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. The Winter that is living turns me on, not the ugly one hiding in the shadows,” he says into my ear.

His fingers dig into my ass as he pounds into me, and I sit there letting him. I just look out of the window, looking at the clear sky. I am just happy I’m not in a dark room with hardly any light.

I need the light.

He groans out his release, pulling out, and tucking himself back in. He looks at his cum dripping out of my pussy and starts spreading it along my folds. “I’ve marked you again. Trent will be around you; he may think he has a chance with you, but he doesn’t. You belong to me.” He continues spreading his cum. Some sensation starts to form down there, a pleasurable one. I close my eyes telling myself not to like the feel of it.

He goes to my clit and starts rubbing it. “You like that? You have been very good. Maybe I should let you have a release.”

I hear the pride in his voice. He is turning me on and he likes knowing that.

My legs start to shake, and soon I am screaming out my release, feeling the juices slide down my legs.

“That is hot,” is all he says before leaving.

I quickly run to the toilet, cleaning myself up, wiping away every last bit of him.

How can my body enjoy that from a monster like him?

I try to not cry, but I feel disgusted with myself; I feel so dirty. I need to get rid of him.

I have cried enough over him, and I am sick of it.

Walking out of the bathroom, I head down the hallway and then I spot Neil going into the boy’s locker room and I follow him. I don’t think; I just go with what my body is telling me. I look around and see no one else is here. I walk slowly in and I watch as he undresses.

Looking at his muscular body, I watch him walk into the shower area and when I hear the water go on, I start moving to where he is. His eyes are closed, the water hitting his perfectly flawless, tanned skin.

He is very attractive.

I pull my dress off, taking off my underwear and putting it to the side, and I walk towards him, standing in front of him. His eyes are still closed. I lift my hands, pressing them to his chest, gliding them down his stomach. His eyes land on me and he looks at me confused before his eyes fall on my body.

My body is back to looking as it did before, I have a few scars, but you can’t really tell unless you look up closely. From eating properly, my body looks healthier. I don’t look like a corpse.

“What are you doing in here? Why are you naked?” he asks me. I look up at him, before looking down and seeing his erection. I smile, happy that he likes what he sees. I look back up at him with innocent eyes, licking my lips. His eyes go to them. My hands go lower until I reach his dick, and taking hold if it, I rub it up and down, watching his head fall back.

“Fuck,” he curses, his face scrunching up. I let go of him and his eyes open, watching me. I walk back until I hit the wall and I curl my finger giving him the ‘come here’ motion.

He walks towards me, his eyes hooded.

No one takes my power.

I hold my own power.

I lift my leg, wrapping it around his waist, guiding his dick inside me. I cry out in happiness that it feels good. I can feel how wet I am, and it's not from the shower.

At least I know my vagina isn’t broken.

I can still feel pleasure through sex.

I dig my finger into his ass, him pressing further into me. He rams in and out. I pant and moan when that ache starts to build. I want to scream out yes, yes, yes. I touch my clit, rubbing it until I scream out my release and then he releases himself inside me.

I smile against his shoulder, his come replacing Patrick’s.

“What the fuck was that?” he pants looking down at me with uncertainty.

I smile up at him and shrug. I just place my hands back on his chest, my fingers sliding along his toned stomach, telling him I liked it.

“You know I’m with Candice.”

I just shrug. I put my fingers in his hair, pulling him down to me, kissing him.

He looks at me and I point to my mouth pretending to zip it up and throw away the key, even though he knows I don’t talk. Everyone at school knows I don’t talk.

“This is messed up,” he says, but his eyes are still on me. He doesn’t make any attempt to move. I kiss him again, and he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard. Then I push him a little, giving him a wink and a smile, and walking away from him grabbing his towel to dry myself.

“We going to do it again?” he asks me.

I look at him. He really is attractive, and I like knowing he isn’t a part of my group. I smile and nod and he smiles back. I walk away, getting dressed and head back to the cafeteria.

Everyone looks at me and I use my fingers to show I went for a walk. Trent looks at me angrily, but I give him the same look back. I look to Patrick and he is observing me, I just look right at him.

I want to scream, ‘fuck you’, but I make sure my eyes go blank, giving no indication of how I feel.

We soon head out when we spot Candice and Neil holding hands walking towards us. I smile when I notice Neil looking at me. His eyes trail my body, remembering what we did not that long ago.

“Hey, how’s your first day?” she asks me.

I shrug, rolling my eyes and she chuckles.

“Think it was good for her; she seems to have more color in her cheeks,” Trent tells her. I hate that turn of phrase now.