14. Chapter Fourteen
Iwrap the blanket around me and watch as Stacey, or whatever her fucking name is, takes hers and lays it down on the dirty floor. I watch as she stares up at the sky, seeming peaceful. How the fuck can she be peaceful after just baring her soul like that? I make my way over and sit down beside her.
She moves to lay her head on my lap, and I let her. She continues to stare up at the sky, neither of us saying a word. But we both seem to enjoy the tranquility. That is until her phone rings, breaking the silence. The first time she allows it to ring out, not even making a move to answer it but when it rings again just a few seconds later she sits up, rummages in her handbag, and pulls it out.
“Hey Nate… no I’m fine… I”m sure.”
I feel my blood pulsing, the urge to rip the phone out of her hands and find out why my brother’s calling her is overwhelming. I stand up and begin pacing around.
I hear her laughing, and flirting with my brother on the phone so I start making my way over. “Anyway, I”ve got to go. See you both tomorrow.”
“What the fuck Stacey?” I snap. “Oh wait, that isn’t even your fucking name is it? What was it? Miley? Or shall I just call you whore?” I scream, so upset that I’m shaking and my heart is pounding.
Her face morphs into a mixture of shock and anger. “What did you just call me?” she demands.
“Whore! It seems fitting for someone who sucks my dick when she has a boyfriend. Then apparently flirts with my own brother in front of me.” I shout, letting all the anger inside spew out.
I see the effect my words have on her, she looks like I”ve physically hit her. Good, that”s what she gets for hurting me. But then I see that familiar fire behind her eyes, before an almighty ‘slap’ echoes through the air as I feel the sting on my cheek. The bitch slapped me, and hard.
“You’re a fucking asshole Gabe, and I hate you!” she screams as I see her eyes well with tears.
“At least I own who I am. I’m not a fucking liar. Some dirty, little slut who pretends to be ‘little Miss Sweet and Innocent’. No wonder your boyfriend didn”t want you anymore!” I shout as she storms away.
My words obviously hit a nerve as she spins around and marches right back to the point that I’m forced to look down. She pokes me with her finger. “I’m not a fucking liar!” she shouts back. “Sure, I may have given you a fake name the first time we met, but that was an accident. I was out with friends using a fake name. Playing some stupid game. How the fuck was I supposed to know the stranger at the bar would turn into more?” she says looking sheepish and embarrassed.
“So you admit this whole thing was some pathetic little game then?” I snap again and peer at her.
“NO, you fucking asshole!” she screams, her face so close to mine now that I can feel her breath against my face. “Getting you to buy us a drink was the dare, everything else that”s been said or done has been real. I like you Gabe, at least I did before…”
I cut her words off by grabbing her for a kiss. At first, she tries to push me away before giving in. Both of us kiss with so much anger and passion.
Both of our hands begin roaming. I grip her hard by the waist to hold her in place whereas her hands find their way into my hair, pulling and tugging as our kiss becomes more frenzied. I move my hands down to her ass so I can lift her. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I spin us around to pin her against the wall. In this position her dress has ridden up high enough that all that”s stopping my raging erection from forcing its way inside is my jeans and her thin, lacey panties.
I thrust myself against her and a breathy whimper escapes her lips. “Do you like that? Do you, my little slut?” I growl as I undo my jeans letting my cock spring out.
“Hmm I’ve had better,” she smirks. But the thought of anyone else fucking her, getting to watch her body shake the way it did last week fills me with a strange jealousy. Without thinking I thrust against her hard, not caring as I feel my cock push against her opening and slide in. That is until I hear a pained wimper. Fuck! I pull back so quickly I almost drop her.
“You weren”t lying about being a virgin, were you?” I gasp.
“I told you, I”m not a liar,” she winces.
Putting her down I force myself back into my jeans and turn to leave, but she grabs hold of my arm.
“Stop shutting me out, Gabe,” she whispers as she turns me around so I”m forced to face her.
Avoiding her eyes, I whisper, “I don”t know how to do this. Your first time should be with someone you love. Someone who loves you back. Not some dirty fuck on a rooftop, with an asshole like me.”
My mind thinks back to my first time with some woman I can barely even picture. High on a mixture of drugs and booze in some dirty basement somewhere.
“What if I don”t want love and flowers? What if I just want this? Right here, with you?” she says softly as she reaches up to caress my face.
Leaning down, I take my hand and lift her chin to kiss her. I pull her body against mine to deepen the kiss, before finally lifting her and carrying her over to where the blanket is lying on the ground.
The whole time she makes no attempt to break our kiss or stop me so I carefully lay her down on the blanket. This is all new to me. I”ve slept with more girls than I can count. But never like this. I”m not a soft and sweet kind of guy. I don”t do loving and soft kisses. I don”t do romance and handholding and I definitely don”t do it gently. Yet for her, I want to do all those things and more.
I slide my hand up her bare legs which she parts for me instantly, and then begin kissing her neck.
“Mmm, yeah,” she moans as I carefully slide my fingers inside of her. I remove the straps of her dress and bra, freeing one breast and I begin kissing and nipping it gently. The moans coming from her may be my undoing. I try to calm myself down because my cock is trying to jailbreak out of my pants and I might blow before this gets much further.
My fingers continue to slip in and out of her tight, moist heat. I can feel how wet she is for me so I undo my jeans, wanting nothing more than to fuck the life out of her.
“Are you sure?” I ask as I remove her underwear and line my thick, aching cock with her opening.
“I”m sure,” she confirms.
Slowly I push myself inside, being as slow and gentle as I can. God this is excruciating. I begin thrusting ever so slightly, terrified of hurting her any more. This continues for a couple of minutes, but it”s almost impossible to hold myself back. A few small moans leave her mouth, but it”s clear this isn”t exactly going great.
“Gabe, ” she finally whispers, as I continue to thrust into her at a snail”s pace.
“What?”
“I”m not some delicate doll that”s going to break you know. You can move,” she laughs.
“But I don”t want to hurt you, I”m trying to be gentle. I don”t really know how to do this.” I reply, pushing back to look at her.
“I never said I wanted gentle. I want you to fuck me like you actually want to. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m yours,” she whispers back.
Leaning down so my head is beside her ear I growl, “Be careful what you wish for, because once I fuck this tight little pussy, it will always be mine.”
Her breath hitches at my words and I know that she likes that idea. My dirty little slut likes the idea of being mine. Likes the thought of all the dirty things I want to do to her.
I wrap my hands around her throat as I thrust inside of her again. A gasp and moan leaves her lips.
“Last chance my beautiful, little slut; last chance to say stop before I destroy you,” I growl into her ear.
“Destroy me,” she pants back and with that, I thrust into her hard.
“Fuck!” she screams out, just as I feel some resistance.
Pulling back slightly I remove my hand from her throat and instead move it to her cheek. “Do you need me to stop?” I ask softly.
“No,” she grunts back but it”s clear she”s in pain. Thank fuck! I don’t know if I could stop, even if I tried. So I bend down and kiss her. I start off soft, keeping my lower half as still as possible to allow her to get used to the feel of me inside of her. As our kiss deepens I begin to grind my hips against her.
As we continue to kiss I begin to thrust in and out of her, getting more and more turned on as her moans get louder and louder.
“Fuck Sta...”
“Riley,” she moans.
“Fuck, Riley, you feel so good,” I grunt.
I break our kiss to lean back on my knees to gain more control. I grab her by the hips, lifting them slightly so I can get even deeper. Gripping her hips, I pull her against me so her body meets mine thrust for thrust. I can tell she’s straddling the line between pleasure and pain so I start rubbing my finger on her swollen nub and as soon as I do, she cries out in pleasure. “Oh fuck,” she shouts, just as I feel her body begin to convulse and grip me tighter. “Fuuuck,”” she cries out, as I feel her come. I can’t believe how beautiful she looks coming undone on my cock.
Watching her in the heat of her bliss is all I need before I”m squirting my load inside her. Fuck I’m not wearing a condom. My mind suddenly reminds me. Fuck!!
I pull out and roll over beside her. “That was…wow,” she sighs from beside me, looking at me with that freshly fucked blush.
“We need to take you to the pharmacy,” I snap in reply. Not being able to think of anything other than my own stupidity. I always make sure to wear protection. ALWAYS.
“The pharmacy?” she questions, rolling over and leaning up on her elbow to look at me.
“Yeah, for the morning after pill or something,” I huff out, feeling the panic rising. Oh my God! I can’t be a father; this can’t be happening.
She leans over to retrieve her underwear and sucks in a slight breath before squeezing her legs together. Fuck did I hurt her? I know I wasn”t exactly gentle but, surely it shouldn”t hurt now? Should it?
But instead of her face morphing into panic like mine probably is, she just smirks. “Don”t worry, I”m on the pill. Have been for almost a year.”
My worries instantly ease and I almost feel relieved until it dawns on me, “Wait, for him? You went on the pill so you could fuck HIM?!”” I shout.
“Well, no, I went on the pill for me. But I guess sure, I also thought he and I would eventually do it,” she shrugs.
“Well, did you? Did you fuck him?” I snap. She just stares at me for a moment, before reality dawns on me.
“Oh right,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“Jealous much?” she laughs. As she playfully pushes me.
Am I jealous? I fuck girls all the time. And I know they sleep around too, so why am I acting all weird now. It”s not like she”s my girlfriend or anything.
“I”m not jealous,” I snap. “ I don”t care who you fuck,” I lie.
“Oh really?” she asks, eyeing me suspiciously. “You wouldn”t care if I touched another guy like this?” she asks as she reaches out and runs her hands over the bulge in my pants.
“No,” I snap, stifling a moan.
“Oh good, so it would be fine if I did this too?” she asks as she unzips my jeans and slides her hand inside, and begins to stroke my traitorous dick who’s loving every touch.
“No,” I growl. God that feels so good.
“Oh good, so it would be okay with you if I did this with them too?” she asks as she removes my dick, opens her mouth, and bends down to suck it.
I reach out and grab her hair pulling it back enough that my dick falls from her mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.
“You dare put another guy’s dick in your beautiful fucking mouth and I’ll kill him. I’ll find him and fucking kill him.”” I growl as I stare at her, letting her know this isn”t some empty threat.
“See, I told you, you were jealous,” she laughs. And not just a small smirk of a laugh but a full on ‘I know I”ve got you exactly where I want you’ belly laugh.
I release her hair, “You think that”s funny don”t you?”
“Yep,” she giggles, “I do actually.”
“You’re such a fucking brat, Riley,” I answer back, but let a small smile form on my lips.
“Yep, but apparently I”m your brat… or is that your little slut? I lose track,” she smirks back as she cocks her head and bites her lip.
Pushing her down so she falls across my lap, exposing her almost bare ass, I swing my hand back and spank her, hard.
“Ouch!” she shouts as my hand connects.
“You’re whatever the fuck I tell you to be, Fireball” I growl back as I spank her again, this time slightly softer than before, but enough that I hear her take a sharpe intake of breath. “Enough,” she begs, her voice sounding more like a whimper, before I rub my hand soothingly across the part that’s now flaming red. This time she moans when I do it and I feel her rub on my leg, trying to get some friction. I sit her up, “Behave,” I growl and kiss her softly.
“How about we go for a drink?” I suggest as I carefully move her so I can stand. “Come on, I know just the place.”