Four
Remington
“ W hat the fuck, man?” I shout at Emerson, pushing him back hard enough that he falls to his ass. The dick dared to play with my new toy. He will learn his place at this school, and especially on my team. Most of the party attendees have gathered around the commotion with people gasping and pointing. My breath catches when I see blue hair sinking to the bottom of the pool. A trail of red swirls through the water, causing my reflexes to amp up. Kicking off my shoes, I dive into the cool water straight to Fallon.
The cold jolts my senses awake, sweeping away any buzz I had going on. My arm circles around her waist, and I push off from the pool floor, using my free hand to swim us to the edge of the pool. Nix is there waiting to pull Fallon up.
“Party’s over. Everyone get the fuck out!” Gray booms, making everyone push and shove to leave. I push Fallon’s limp body up to Nix and he pulls her over the edge, laying her gently on the concrete. I place my hands on the edge, hoisting myself up from the pool as my drenched clothes stick to my skin.
“She’ll be fine and home in no time,” Gray insists, probably to her friends.
“Remy! She’s bleeding!” Nix calls over from where he’s kneeling beside her.
Something in me snaps, and my insides scream when I see him touching her. If it was anyone other than Nix, I would probably knock their fucking teeth out. No one is allowed to touch her but me. Her intoxicating allure from this afternoon coupled with her smartass jabs tonight have me entranced in the most unusual way. The tumultuous storm of desire and possessiveness is building inside me. Fallon just became my new obsession, and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Her unwillingness to submit to me stirs a tempest within me. My little blue-haired mystery poses a challenge for which I won’t back down.
She’s mine to bully.
Mine to torture.
Mine to shatter.
Crawling to where she is, I assess the situation. Her head is bleeding badly, but the cut looks superficial from what I can see at least. The only light outside is coming from the pool. Fallon lies lifeless on the ground, not moving an inch.
“Fallon! Can you hear me?” I jostle her shoulder to no avail.
“Fuck, she’s not breathing, Remy!” Gray stammers. I press my head against her chest, realizing he’s right.
Gently I tilt her head back, lifting her chin. I open her mouth, applying pressure just behind her jaw on either side of her head. I pinch her nose, pressing my lips against hers. The cool metal of her lip ring sends a jolt of electricity through me. My lips tingle as I blow my breath into her lungs. Her chest rises but she doesn’t begin breathing on her own. I try to ignore her soft, plush lips and focus on her helpless body before me.
“Come on, Fallon,” I mutter, my voice almost unrecognizable. “Breathe.”
I position my hands on her chest and start compressions, counting each one in my head. The seconds stretch into an eternity, each one a reminder of how fragile life is. Sweat drips down my forehead, mixing with the chlorine from the pool.
“Stay with me,” I demand, my voice breaking into something I’ve never heard before. Desperation? Is it for her sake or mine? Mine, of course. I don’t need some drunk girl drowning at my house. But as the thought leaves my mind, I’m conflicted. Do I care?
The world around us fades and it’s just me and Fallon. The weight of her life rests in my hands. I can’t lose her—not like this. Not before—fuck!
I lean down again, giving her another breath, willing her to respond. Her chest rises and falls, but still, she doesn’t breathe on her own. Panic claws at my insides, but I force myself to stay calm. I can’t afford to lose control now. Under pressure is when I thrive in the pool and I need to transfer that energy to now.
“Dammit, Fallon,” I whisper-yell. My voice is barely my own. “Fucking breathe.”
I’m willing her to breathe, and she’s doing what she does best-not listening to me.
“Fuck!” I scream, as I begin chest compressions again. I hear Gray on the phone with paramedics, but I can’t have this news getting out. My dad would kill me.
“Hang up,” I bark at him. “I’ve got this!” His expression falters, but he hangs up and slides the phone into his pocket.
Once the thirty compressions are finished, I repeat the process of blowing into her mouth. Before I can start again, Fallon sputters as water comes up from her lungs. I roll her to her side and she heaves the water from her system. Over and over, her stomach contracts until everything is emptied out onto the ground.
Fallon begins to breathe, her chest rising and falling with shallow, ragged breaths. Relief floods through me, but I know we’re not out of the woods yet. I gently cradle her head, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face.
“Fallon, can you hear me?” I ask, my voice soft but urgent.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, confusion and fear mingling in her gaze. “Remy?” she rasps, her voice weak.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’re okay. Just take it easy.”
She nods slightly, her breathing gradually becoming more regular. I help her sit up, supporting her as she regains some of her strength. The pool area is eerily quiet. The only sound is the gentle lapping of water against the tiles. I can feel Gray and Nix hovering close by.
“Dude, she needs to see a doctor,” Nix hesitates as he looks down at me. I don’t need to respond, because he can see the answer written across my face. I slide my arms under Fallon and lift her from the ground. I take a step toward the house then pause.
Calling over my shoulder, “Take care of the people that saw this happen. Get online and take down everything you see.” I don’t have to turn to know Nix will do as I asked. He’s the hacker of the group, and I know he’ll be able to squash this incident before it makes headlines. At least I hope he can.
As her frail body leans against me, I can’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Fallon’s brazenness and independence intrigue me. It’s like a challenge that I haven’t won yet, but don’t be fooled. I always win.
I climb the stairs to the second floor landing, walking to the end of the hall to my bedroom suite. Of course, I have the largest room in this place. My name can get me whatever the fuck I want around here. I’m a king on campus, and no one would argue otherwise.
She stirs in my arms as I close my door behind us. I drop her to my bed, leaving her to get a few towels from my adjoining bathroom. When I return, something awakens inside me, something obscure. I’ve never had a woman in this room. This is my safe haven, my sanctuary. When I pick a chick to fuck, we either go to her room or do it in some darkened corner or hotel. They’re all just holes, after all. Just a means to an end, making the shit in my mind disappear for a little while. I want it rough and hard and I always need to be in control. These chicks can blame my father, forcing me to crave complete domination. Some can’t handle my special blend of kinky fucking, but I always have willing candidates. They serve their purpose and then get sent on their way.
I don’t deal with girlfriend shit for a reason, never sleeping with the same girl twice. I did it once and regretted it immediately, because she thought she meant something to me, or that she could ‘change me’. Fuck. What a clingy bitch .
The fact that I brought Fallon here has me questioning my sanity. My skin prickles with nervous energy as I watch her on my bed.
In the dimly lit room, Fallon’s defiance hangs in the air like a charged current. Her drenched blue hair frames her face, and her eyes hold secrets—secrets that both captivate and enrage me. I lean against the doorframe, my knuckles white from clenching them too tightly.
“Remy,” she says, her voice a low rasp. “You don’t scare me.”
I smirk, closing the distance between us. “Maybe I should.”
Her lips curve into a challenge. “Try me.”
And so, the dance continues—a battle of wills, desire, and possession. Fallon is no ordinary conquest; she’s a puzzle I can’t solve, a fire I can’t extinguish. But damn it, I will. Because in this twisted game, there are no rules—only winners and losers.
She sits up and presses her hand to her head, wincing.
“Don’t do that,” I demand, making her flinch from my harsh tone. Her anxious gray eyes meet mine.
“What the hell did you do?” The accusation stings. I just saved her fucking life, and she has the audacity to accuse me of something sinister.
“Oh you know, just decided to save your ass. Figured it would make me look bad if you drowned in my pool. Thanks for ruining my party by the way,” I seethe, as I toss her a towel. It hits her in the chest, then falls to her lap, but she doesn’t move, only keeps her fierce eyes trained on me. Her mouth falls open, then closes. She grasps the towel in her hands, running her fingers along the soft material.
“I, um-” she trails off, as her eyes shift down to her drenched clothes. “Thank you.” Her voice cracks, and for a moment I think she’s going to start crying, but she doesn’t. She begins rubbing away the droplets on her skin, then dabs at her head. When she sees the bright red on the white towel, her face pales. For fuck’s sake .
“Don’t move,” I growl as I turn back to the bathroom to retrieve a first aid kit. All the while questions swirl through my mind like, why the hell did I bring her up here? Why didn’t I just let Gray call the paramedics? I know I used the excuse of my father, but the more I think about it, the more I don’t think that was really the case. Something about Fallon has gotten under my skin, and I fucking hate it. I don’t need or want anyone, least of all a weird emo chick. My brain immediately rejects my aspersions because I can deny it all I want. Fallon is hot in a weird outcast sort of way, but definitely not my type. However, the way she fights with me has my cock stirring in my tight, wet jeans.
My satisfaction rises when I return to find her just as I left her. Hmm, she can actually do what she’s told. Interesting.
She gazes up at me as my large body looms over her. I drop the kit to the bed and rummage through to find some ointment and butterfly bandages. Falling to my knees, bringing me eye level with her, enables me to clearly see the wound. Heavy silence lingers between us, but I won’t be the one to fill it. I pull the towel from her hands and dab the area to clean off the excess blood. She winces, but remains still. Seeing her so vulnerable stirs something deeper within me. Something I definitely don’t want to explore right now.
“You hit your head when you fell in the pool,” I grumble as I push her blue hair away from the area. Instantly, I see a large scar that was covered. Fallon immediately pulls away, placing her hand over her forehead,
“You’ve done enough. I can tend to this when I get back to my room.” She tries to stand, but I’m too close and I don’t budge, forcing her back down. I want to know how the hell she got a scar like that, and why she is so embarrassed of it. Why the fuck do I care if she has some freakish scar? For some reason I do, which pisses me off even more. My mind and body are warring with each other and I don’t know which will win.
“Sit your ass down, Fallon,” I grit out, getting her attention. She raises her eyebrow, and I know she’s about to start a fight.
“Okay, I know you think you rule this school, but I hate to tell you that I’m not one of your royal subjects, so get the hell out of my way,” she retorts, her voice sharp and unwavering. Fire flames her steel eyes, determination etched across them. She’s a sly little fox that brings out the beast in me.
I move in closer, my gaze locking onto hers, a smirk playing on my lips. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” I say, my voice low and threatening. “But you’re playing a dangerous game.”
She doesn’t flinch, her chin only lifts defiantly. “I’m not afraid of you.”
My scowl deepens. “You should be. I’ve never wanted to fight with someone more in my life. You will submit to me, or I’ll make your life a living hell.”
Her eyes narrow, the fire in them burning brighter. “I’d like to see you try.”
The challenge in her voice sends a thrill through me. Breaking her has rocketed to the top of my list. I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “Oh, I will. And you’ll regret ever crossing me.”
“So, let me repeat myself. Sit. The. Fuck. Down,” I demand. She folds her arms over her chest, causing her large breasts to rise. My traitorous cock continues to harden. Being in her proximity is both intoxicating and maddening.
“Make me,” she challenges.
I jump up as the long forgotten bandages flutter to the floor. My hand grasps her jaw tightly, eliciting a small whimper from her pouty lips. I can’t deny that having her at my mercy makes me hard as hell. I want to teach this brat a lesson, and I know just how.
“You should have listened to me, little fox. That mouth is about to be stuffed,” I tsk, as I press her down to her knees. She tries to push back, but my size and strength overpowers her.
“I’m not sucking your dick, asshole. I don’t owe you anything,” she spits out, looking up to me from her knees. Fuck, seeing her like this has me harder than steel. She should always be on her knees before me. It suits her.
“Let’s agree to disagree. Now, take me out!” She purses her lips at my demand, and doesn’t move an inch. I need something to threaten her with. A smile spreads over my face when I remember the way she reacted when her friend suggested they go out to the pool. My little fox is scared of water. Oh, this will be fun .
“Do it, or I’ll throw your ass back in the pool. And this time I won’t save you.” Her eyes flash with panic before she can school her features. Bingo . I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
“Y-you wouldn’t,” she stutters, but she can see the determination in my eyes. I bend over, bracing my hands on the bed behind her, caging her in. I’m inches away from her face, inhaling the same air.
“Are you sure you want to test that theory?” I taunt her. The war is playing in her mind. She doesn’t know how far I’ll go to get what I want. I stay in her space until she drops her eyes to my pants. That’s a good girl. I rise back to my full height as her trembling fingers reach up to my zipper. Slowly, she inches it down, biting on her lip in the process. Fuck if that doesn’t make me want to take it in my mouth and suck.
Since my pants are soaked, she has to unbutton them to pull my boxers down. A gasp falls from her lips when my hard length springs from my pants. Fallon’s hands fall to her lap, taking a steadying breath.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a cock before?” I laugh. Surely she isn’t a virgin. No one is nowadays. But the look in her eyes tells me exactly what I need to know. This is her first time. A part of me says to go slow, but the other says to pound into her mouth until her eyes stream with tears. Unfortunately for her, the latter wins out.
“I-I haven’t…” But I don’t let her finish.
“Open your mouth,” I order. Her eyes alight with a fire I’ve never seen before, challenging me. She inhales deeply, her nostrils flaring. Her disobedience has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Never have I been denied, and until now I never knew how stale sex had become. Fallon might be the missing match I’ve been needing to light up my world.
She hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Why should I?”
I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “Because you have no choice,” I murmur, my words laced with a promise of both danger and excitement.
Slowly she opens up, but her eyes remain firm. She may be inexperienced, but she’s not backing down without a fight. I can see her resolve as though I’m looking into a mirror. It’s like we were cut from the same cloth. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize just how much she mirrors my own perseverance. The mystery of her defiance and the thrill of the unknown make my pulse quicken.
“Lick the tip.” I pump my hand up and down, precum gathering on the head. Fallon’s eyes drop as she sticks out her tongue. Fuck, she has her tongue pierced. This girl is full of surprises. Electricity shoots through me as she licks from my base to head. The metal barbell glides under my cock. The softness of her tongue paired with the hardness of the piercing has me reaching levels I never knew existed. She balances the barbell on the bottom of her lip, then rolls the ball up and down my length. She sucks and swirls her tongue around the head, and I briefly wonder if she was faking the innocent act. An onslaught of anger swells inside me at the thought of her having another man’s cock in her mouth. Without warning, I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her forward. Her mouth opens perfectly for me as I slam inside. I hit the back of her throat and stay there long enough to see the fear in her eyes. She can’t breathe and I’m the only one that can help her.
Pulling out slowly, spit dribbles over her lips and down her chin. Fallon sucks in a ragged breath before I plunge back inside her warm mouth. Fuck, it’s like sliding into heaven. Fallon closes her eyes as tears fall from her cheeks.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I command, my voice firm. Her eyes, alight with a mix of contempt and vulnerability, lock onto mine. “I own those tears. They’re mine, Fallon. The only time you cry is for me. Do you understand?”
Her whimpers fill the room with a soft, haunting sound. I smirk as her shining gray eyes focus on me, unwavering. The sight of Fallon’s tear-streaked face, filled with both resistance and submission, sends a charge through me. If I wasn’t already close, I would be by the sight of her taking me deep into her throat.
“That’s a good girl,” I groan, pumping my hips faster and faster. She melts at my praise, and I can see her hardened nipples poking through her wet dress, revealing she likes this more than she’s letting on. With my other hand, I rip the strap from her dress, allowing her breast to spill free. Fuck me . This little vixen didn’t come here wearing a bra. Her milky skin looks edible in the soft glow of the bedside lamp and I find myself wanting to throw her on my bed to ravage her virgin pussy, but this is about teaching her a lesson. Her mouth is the only thing getting fucked tonight. I flick her erect peak and her eyes fall closed on a moan, her vibrations flowing through me. Twisting her nipple between my fingers, her eyes snap back to mine. Desire pools in them, begging me. I continue to knead her silky flesh, alternating between tugging and twisting.
Fallon’s cries spurs me on, as the reverberations send waves of pleasure rippling through me. She moves her hand between her legs, and a smile crosses my lips. My little fox likes it dirty.
“Are you wet? Does me fucking your face turn you on?” Her cheeks flame, but all she can do is nod. The thought that she likes it rough snaps the last of my reservations. I don’t tell her I’m about to come because I want her to take it all. My orgasm rips through me, barreling straight into Fallon’s open mouth. Her fingers are furiously circling her clit until I see her climax hit. Her mouth opens wider on a moan and I take advantage of it.
“Take it. Fuck. Swallow me down, Fallon,” I grit out. Ropes and ropes of cum are forced down her throat. I grip her hair harder, trying to ground myself, but her cries send me even further over the edge. She pulls away and I see her swallow every last drop of me. I’ve never come that hard in my life, forcing me to lean over the bed to catch my breath. My dick is still hard as a rock, like I didn’t just come like a fucking fire hose. I trail my hand from her chest to her lips, wiping the remaining cum from her chin.
“Open,” I insist, as I thrust my finger into her mouth. “Clean up the mess you made.” She sucks my finger just like she did my cock, and I feel murderous again because she can’t be a virgin. I release her hair and she slumps to the floor. Now, what to do with her?