Chapter 36
36
Jack
S he was trying to leave me.
She thought we were over.
I’d hurt her. I’d seen the devastated look on her face back at the alumni dinner, and a voice inside my head had gone, there’s no coming back from this .
Every single fucking atom in my body rejected that. There was no way Aviva was leaving me, no way she was going anywhere. If I had to glue my cock to the inside of her pussy and remain inside of her until the end of time, I’d do it, if it meant keeping her. There were worse ways to spend a lifetime.
Her pussy agreed with me as it clenched around me at my words. Words I’d never meant to say, words I hadn’t even known were true until this moment. I didn’t love anyone, not anymore. So I’d never expected to love the little lying thief who was determined to ruin my goddamn life. But if love was the gaping wound in my chest that had appeared the moment she’d walked away from me at the alumni dinner and had only started to close once I’d shoved my cock inside her where it motherfucking belonged , then I loved her.
I hated her, too. I hadn’t lied. I hated what she’d done to me. Hated what she was turning me into. I didn’t recognize this guy, obsessed, practically possessed, letting my old priorities fall to the wayside when my priority had become her.
I couldn’t let her go, I wouldn’t, and if she burned my world to the ground, I’d make sure she burned up with me. Because I wouldn’t let her go. Even in ash, we’d be together.
She struggled below me on the bed, fought me.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she cried. “We can’t do this.”
I ignored her, I had to, just pulled her back down onto my cock as she crawled up the bed and began hammering into her cunt, reassuring myself with how wet and hot and tight she was around me as she clenched. I shoved a hand below her and played with her clit, not bothering to be gentle or easy. I had one mission, and it was making her explode all over my cock. And then do it again.
“You close, little fury?” My voice was so hoarse, it sounded like a stranger’s. “I am. I fucking love you, and you love me—you just clenched again. You might be able to lie, but your cunt can’t, can it? She knows I’m right, she wants me to keep her.” I continued strumming her clit, playing her, desperate for her to come. “I’ll give this greedy, needy pussy what it needs until you can admit it. I won’t stop you until you say it, Aviva. Tell me you love me, or I’ll keep fucking you until we’re both bleeding and raw.”
“Jack,” she whimpered but my words and touch had done it. Her whole body tensed and clenched around me, pulsing as she soaked my cock in her own come. The scent—apples and honey and pussy—surrounded me and I inhaled deeply, like it was the last time I’d get to smell it .
Bullshit. She wasn’t going anywhere and neither was I.
I drove her into the mattress as I pounded my desperation and anger into her, over and over. My balls drew up.
“Tell me you hate me,” I ordered.
“I hate you,” she whined brokenly as she continued to come around me.
I felt the oncoming orgasm at the base of my spine as I continued fucking her, deep and hard and raw like I’d promised.
“Tell me you never want to see me again.”
“I never—I never—” she broke off, because she wasn’t able to say the words.
Good.
I withdrew from her pussy and flipped her over before shoving back into her, needing to see her eyes for what came next.
“Tell me you love me,” I demanded but this time it was my voice that broke.
“I can’t!” Her eyes were afraid.
“ Tell me .”
I thrust as deep as I could go and stayed there.
“I love you! I love you! I hate it so much, hate you so much, hate what you’ve done to me.”
At her admission, a fucking supernova exploded inside me. I went blind for a moment, or maybe a century as the biggest, scariest orgasm I’d ever had took over my body and I lost track of who Jack Feldman had been, because all that existed was Aviva. She cried out, clenching around me as she came again, extending my own for an eternity.
Finally, I came down, was able to see again. Locked onto her eyes, which were filled with terrified awe.
I kissed her mouth hard .
“Same, little fury. Same,” I groaned in that stranger’s voice before kissing her again.
My heart refused to slow down, still pounding so hard, so loud I could barely hear her quiet, “I love you.”
I pulled away from her lips. “Yeah you do, little fury,” I crooned as my softening cock hardened again.
“Oh god, no more,” she moaned.
“More,” I promised.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders, leaning forward and bending her in half.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I threatened as I began thrusting inside her again, not interested in giving her a break. “You’re going to take my cock like a good girl and keep taking it until I say we’re done. Until you’re so full of my come it’s spilling out of you.”
She shut her eyes and turned her head.
This time, it was anger boiling in my spine.
“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes. And. Look. At. Me.” I forced out as I made sure to hit her clit with the base of my cock.
Her eyes flew open, blurry with need and pain.
“I hate you,” I told her again, because I loved her, and the two four-letter words were beginning to sound like the same thing.
I fucked her all night, her pussy, her throat, her ass. On the bed, against the wall, on the floor. I lost track of positions, of how many times she came, fuck, of how many times I came.
By the time the sun rose, my promise had come true. My cock and her pussy were so raw, there was blood on the sheets. I couldn’t have fucked her again, even if I wanted to, so I contented myself by latching my mouth onto her pussy and refusing to stop making her come until her alarm went off .
Finally, I released her. We had an away game and I needed to get my shit together and meet the team at the bus. She collapsed against the bed, whimpering quietly. I reached for a bottle of water on her nightstand, opened the cap, and gently tilted her head up, feeding it to her. She drank, and that simple act of providing water for her made my practically broken cock twitch again as something sweet and satisfied settled in my cock.
The team could wait. I scooped her up like a bride—my favorite way to carry her—and brought her to the bathroom, turning on the shower and making sure it was hot and not too hot before setting her down inside and joining her there. I took my time, lathering up her hair with shampoo and rinsing it, careful not to get any soap in her eyes, before working conditioner through the tangles. I soaped up her body, drawing slow, gentle circles around her skin, chasing it with water and then with my mouth.
I wanted her, wanted to be inside her again, but I resisted. This was about her, not me.
She stayed quiet the whole time, although she let me take care of her. I told myself that was a good sign, but my gut didn’t believe it.
After, I quickly washed my own body and hair, toweling her off slowly and me off quickly, before carrying her back to her room. “Take the day off of class and sleep. But come to the game tonight,” I told her as I kissed her, lowered her to her bed, and tucked her back in. “I’ll make sure you have a ride—it’s only an hour away. And I’ll get someone over here to fix the door.”
“Jack,” she said, or tried to say. She’d lost her voice screaming from all the orgasms I forced on her, and I couldn’t help but be pleased about that.
“Yeah? ”
“Can you believe that Asher is telling the truth? Can you help me?”
I paused above her.
Because the answer needed to be no. If it wasn’t, I’d give up my entire world.
But then, wouldn’t it be worth it?
And hadn’t I started to doubt, anyway? I’d be lying if I pretended I wasn’t.
“Just come to the game, little fury,” I finally said. And then, even though it was a word I never used: “Please.”
She murmured something that I decided was “yes,” so with one last look at her, I dressed and left her apartment.
Aviva was right. I was a liar. I was lying to myself.
Because she hadn’t said yes.
She’d said no.