And as long as she’s not saying that, every other word she utters means go.
“No way, little girl. You got me hot, and now you’ve got to pay for it.”
But she’s not giving in that easily. She fights back, pushing her elbows up into my sides. It surprises me enough to lose my grip. She stumbles forward, out of my arms and onto her knees.
Immediately, she tries to stand. This time, though, I’m quick, and while she’s still halfway down, I lunge my weight onto her, knocking her to the ground. She wrestles as I shift my body over her, pinning her down forcefully. All the while, she repeats the same words as she struggles, “Let me go, let me go!”
She’s really into it, screaming, even. But we’re far enough from the house for her not to be heard easily, and I’m into this too, so with one hand wrapped in her hair, I twist her head sharply to the side and push her cheek to the ground. “One way or another you’re taking my cock, and if you don’t shut the fuck up, it’s going to be down your throat.”
She gulps but she quiets. I nudge her legs apart with a knee, and with my free hand, I reach up under her dress as I continue to play the part she’s asked me to play—a part I’ve taken on happily. “This is going to be so good,” I promise her on a low rumble. “You know that, right? You want me inside you, you little dicktease.”
“Please,” she whimpers, and it makes my cock grow thicker because it feels like she’s begging me to stop, when I know she’s really begging me to go on. And somewhere in the back of my mind I recognize how perverted this is, how vile. I’m getting off on pretending to violate the girl I like. What kind of fucked-up fuckhead am I?
But she wants it. I know she wants it, and in case I don’t know, she tells me with her body language, with the way she moves her legs farther apart, granting me better access. With the way her breath hitches with excitement. With the way her panties are soaked when my fingers find her crotch.
“See how much you want this? I knew you did.” Suddenly, I remember something important. Thinking fast, I work the question I need to ask into the scene. “Are you still going to want it when I tell you I don’t have a condom with me?”
“I don’t want it,” she squeaks, but at the same time, she nods.
It’s the green light I need. “Oh, you want it, little girl. Don’t lie to me.”
It’s not easy, but somehow I manage to pull her underwear down one-handed. Then I tackle my belt. Then my zipper. All the while, she writhes below me, hissing, protesting, never using the one word that will end this.
And then my cock is out, and I’m shoving inside of her, and Jesus, it’s ecstasy how tight and warm she feels around me. She gasps as I fill her, her character breaking as she lets out a soft, “Yes.”
“That’s it,” I tell her, driving into her again. “I knew you wanted it. Hard to fight me now, isn’t it?”
She grunts in response, shifting beneath me, but this time instead of struggling, she’s reaching her hand down to rub her clit, and goddamn it’s so hot how she wants this as much as I do. How she wants it the way I do.
I find my pace quickly, and while it fits the scene, I’m not playing anymore, uttering dirty, vulgar honest truths as I rut into her. “I fuck you every day,” I confess. “Did you know that? In my head, with my hand. I fuck you in so many ways. In your mouth. On your knees. By force. Willingly. So many ways I fuck you, but it never feels as good as when I’m inside you. Your pussy is so tight, Genny. So, so good.”
I’m crazed with my lust. I’m barely restraining her now, but the illusion of the scenario has set fire into my veins, fire that won’t be smothered until I’ve given her everything I have. Until I’m making her fall apart beneath me. Until I’m spilling my release inside of her.
She’s the one to get there first. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she says as she starts to clench around me. “Oh god, like that. Harder.” Then, “I’m coming! I’m coming so hard.”
I pick up speed, racing to my own finish. And when I cross that line, I explode like never before, ramming so far into her, I’m not sure where she begins and I end.
I’m not sure I want to know ever again.
She’s breathless and panting when I roll off her and gather her into my arms. I study her closely. Her face is dirty and her dress is rumpled and she has a bruise forming on her upper arm, but she’s smiling, and her expression appears happy and sated.
Still, I ask, “Are you okay? Was this okay?”
She nods. “I should be asking you the same thing.” She rubs her hand gently over my slapped cheek.
“Very okay.” I kiss her, wishing this would never end. Wishing I could find the way to make this thing between us last. Wishing she didn’t live in another country and that the power to keep her here were in my hands and not my brother’s.
As always, though, I hide those wishes behind a landscape of charm. “You can ask me to make you anytime you want,” I tell her, and I mean it.
But all I’m really thinking is how much I wish she’d ask me to make her stay.
13
Later, it’s my turn to be vulnerable.
We lie wrapped around each other naked in bed, and in the dark, I tell her about Gwen. Tell her how I fell in love. Tell her how I got my heart broken.
“So her ex had been gone for how long when you started seeing her?” Genny asks after I give her the basic gist of the story.
I rub a hand up and down her back while I talk. “About nine months maybe?” I don’t remember the exact timeline really. JC had been in witness protection without any contact with Gwen. “But they hadn’t totally broken up. He said he would come back.”