Chapter 12 Rion #2
I can’t explain that my eyes have been opened, that I’m feeling the tendrils of shame at the hands of someone else, and I don’t want her to see that in me. But there’s a part of me that wants to give her everything.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask, and her eyebrows pinch as she bites the inside of her cheek.
“I don't know,” she admits, her pulse quickening, and I lift my hand to her cheek, placing my forehead against hers.
“Why?” I whisper, my lips a breath away from hers as she gulps.
“Why?” she repeats with a whisper, the beautiful sound of her heart rate quickening in sync with each stroke of my thumb across her skin.
“Why don't you know?” I push, and she instantly tries to shake me off and put some distance between us.
I lean back, but don’t drop my hand as she sighs. “If you're okay, I'll leave you to do what you're doing. I just wanted to make sure that we’re clear that I don't want you getting in trouble for me,” she states.
“Is that so?” I murmur, and she clears her throat, folding her arms over her chest to put an extra layer of defense between us.
I drop my hand, giving her what she wants, but she doesn't move, not like she intended.
“I’m still mad at you,” she blurts, and I cock a brow at her.
“And would you still be mad if I told you what you wanted to know?” I offer, willing to lay myself bare for her. The understanding in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what I'm referring to.
“I would listen,” she breathes, and I nod.
“And if I need a distraction?” I push, my heart racing as I remain transfixed on her.
“I would find you one.”
“And what if you are the only distraction I want?”
My words hang in the air as it thickens between us.
I don't know who moves first, but in the next breath, her lips are pressed against mine and my fingers are curled into the lapels of her blazer, just as she grips my t-shirt like her life depends on it.
Every brush of our lips grows hotter as I tease my tongue over the seam of her mouth, and I feel her melt against me.
It’s everything.
She's all I can see, all I can feel, all I can smell, all I can taste, and it's still not enough.
Untangling my fingers from her blazer, I tug at her tie and find the top button of her shirt. Despite my effort to remain as calm as possible, I pull at the fabric, sending the top two buttons flying through the air, which offers me a sweet view of the valley between her breasts.
I take her in as I wet my parched lips. “Such a pretty fucking petal,” I rasp, my hands gliding up her thighs and beneath her skirt as she leans further against the tree behind her.
Her damp core greets me, along with the sweet mew from her lips, and it’s my undoing. “The things I want to do to you…” I whisper, the promise thickening my tone as she blinks up at me.
“Like what?” she asks, and my pulse quickens at the invitation that lies in the air between us.
“Where do I even begin?” I muse, stroking my finger down her cheek.
“The most achievable right now,” she replies, her gaze glossed over with desire as she presses her thumb against my bottom lip.
I let my gaze drape over her slowly before I return to her lust-filled eyes. “Well, you, in your pretty little uniform, covers at least fifty percent of them,” I confess, gliding my fingers over the cotton separating me from her sweet pussy.
“What else?” she pushes, arching her back as I force myself to retreat from her core to tug at the sleeves of her blazer.
It doesn’t even hit the ground before I yank the remaining buttons of her shirt so the fabric spreads wide, revealing the softness of her stomach. Satisfied with the view, I roll her skirt up a little higher, offering easier access while I make sure to keep her thigh-high socks in place.
With her uniform matching my vision, I grab the back of her thighs and hoist her in the air, pinning her against the tree.
“Have you thought about fucking me against a tree?” she teases, running her fingers over the collar of my t-shirt, and I wink as I grope the globes of her ass, kneading her flesh desperately.
Her groans fill the air, making my cock strain unbearably against my jeans as I slip her panties to the side, trailing my fingers over her sensitive skin. She shivers at the touch as I run my finger down between the globes of her ass.
“Have you ever been fucked here, Petal?” She nips her lip as she shakes her head, and I beam with excitement and desire.
“Then that's going to be mine,” I promise, watching her every reaction.
“Would you like that?” My voice is thick, husky, and desperate, watching as the pink hue takes over her cheeks.
“Not now, though,” I clarify, and her eyebrows gather with disappointment.
“No?” she whispers, and I brush a faint kiss against the corner of her mouth.
“Don't be disappointed.”
“I’m not,” she insists, another lie.
“Right now is the time for me to give you my apology,” I state, and her frown deepens.
“I don't want one.”
I snicker. “We're too far gone for that to be true.” To drive my point home, I crash my lips against hers, and she instantly fights me for control as her back arches up off the tree.
But while she's distracted by the control she'll never get, I completely snap her panties off her body and line my cock up at her entrance.
The sweet essence of her desire drips over my cock and I groan, tearing my lips from hers.
Pressing my forehead against hers, I stare deep into her eyes, waiting for rejection, but it doesn't come.
Instead, I feel her thighs flex, grinding her core against the head of my dick, just as desperate as I am.
“I’m sorry I let you down,” I breathe before slamming inside of her. Her cry echoes through the barren trees as my fingers imprint on her ass.
I don't give myself a moment to settle inside of her core as I retract until only the head remains. With my eyes still fixated on hers, I whisper, “I’m sorry I didn't help you run from here.”
Slam.
It’s harder this time, her cry delirious as she attempts to meet my thrust with her own strength. When I try to retract again, her hips follow, desperate to be impaled on me again and again. But I'm not done.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to keep you all to myself.”
Slam.
Her sweet pussy clings to me as I pull out once again.
“I’m sorry I was selfish.”
Slam.
“I’m sorry I wanted to die between your thighs instead of letting you run off.”
Slam.
“I’m sorry that I would do it all again to keep you.”
Slam.
Her cry rings out as her core drenches me, her nails biting into my arms, marking me as hers as she climaxes.
I’m quickly lost in her heat, pounding into her again and again and again, giving her everything she needs while still selfishly taking for myself until I bury myself inside her one last time, finding my own release.
Perspiration clings between us, our eyes set on one another as we pant, our breaths mingling in the air between us. With the slightest flutter of her core around my cock, she shudders as her release prolongs, rippling with mine.
Staring deep into her eyes, I lay my final apology out.
“I’m sorry you're mine forever.”