Chapter 14 #3
“I know you want me.” I lick my lips before smirking, my heart racing as my cock thickens.
His nostrils flare, and I see his pupils dilate.
“The only thing I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone,” he spits, stepping around me.
I grab him by the shoulder and shove him up against the wall. He grunts as my arm presses across his chest, pinning him in place.
We’re face-to-face, inches apart.
My cock is hard now, his musky scent driving me fucking wild. The tension between us is thick, almost electric, as we stare at each other with so much intensity it thrills me.
I can’t help the cocky grin that takes over my lips as I roll my hips, groaning as the pressure feels so damn good.
My eyes flick between his, as each passing second threatens to launch my mind into a tailspin.
Before I know what I’m doing, I grip his chin, holding him still, and press my lips against his.
At first, he freezes as my lips move. But after a second, I can feel his body thaw and his lips part.
We kiss like we hate one another, tongues fighting, teeth clashing.
It’s messy, chaotic, and the best fucking kiss of my life.
Fireworks go off inside me, every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree.
We kiss until I’m forced to break away to come up for air. I fucking hate the fact that my lungs need the infusion of oxygen, because all I want to do is kiss him, and fucking consume him.
I want to both kill and fuck him at the same time. This man infuriates me, yet I can’t fucking get enough of him.
“What the fuck was that?” He growls as if he's pissed.
His words tell me one thing, but the breathy tone of his voice tells me another.
“Shut up and take it, Easton. You’ve been stalking me for weeks. Don’t act like this wasn’t your end goal.”
“It's not.” He hisses, pupils blown wide, lips parted as his breaths come quicker. I can feel his length hard against my thigh. “I fucking hate you.”
My lips curve into a smug grin as I brush them against his. “It sure feels like you hate me.”
I roll my hips again, groaning low as I feel his thick, hard cock against mine.
“I can’t fucking stand you,” he snarls.
And the next thing I know, I’m being spun around and shoved up against the wall as Easton thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
My head is fucking spinning as arousal courses through my veins. I’m so damn turned on, my cock is hard enough to hurt.
Easton kisses me like an animal, growling as he bites at my lip hard enough to draw blood. I moan like a little bitch in heat, because fuck me, I love it.
I’ve always been forced to be the more dominant partner, so I never realized how much I’d want to be dominated, until Easton.
The way he takes control, uses me, hurts me, is the hottest experience of my life. It’s so wrong, but feels so damn right.
“You’re so fucking hard right now.” He growls, hand grasping my bulge and squeezing. My eyes roll back, and I whimper. Fucking whimper.
His chuckle is dark. “Listen to you. You’re such a dirty little slut for me aren't you, Bennett? You’re the one obsessed with me. Stalking me. Can’t fucking get enough of me, can you?”
“Easton,” I moan his name like it’s a desperate plea.
“You want it?” he asks, stroking me over my jeans. “You want me to be the one on my knees this time? You want your cock in my mouth, making you moan like a fucking whore as you cum down my throat?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck, yes.”
Easton surprises me as he slides down on his knees.
My eyes open, and I watch him with heavy-lidded eyes, the need for him is stronger than it’s ever been before.
He roughly makes work of my jeans and frees my cock. His grip is hard, making me whimper, but I bask in the bite of pain, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“You fucking love being treated like a little slut don’t you?” He laughs, stroking me from root to tip. “As long as you get off, you don’t care how.”
“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock,” I grunt.
His lip pulls up into a feral sneer.
“That’s not a very nice way to ask,” He says. I gasp as he squeezes the tip of my cock.
My hips jerk forward, and pleasure shoots down my spine, right to my balls. Fuck, I’m seconds away from cumming. What the hell is wrong with me?
Why is this turning me on so much?
“Please,” I whimper, needing his mouth on me. “Please, Easton.”
“That’s more like it.” He leans forward and fucking swallows my cock whole. My eyes roll back, and my knees threaten to buckle.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out as Easton starts to bob his head, sucking hard. He gags, but he doesn’t let that stop him. His stubborn side takes over, and he takes my cock with determination.
He sucks and licks me like I’m a damn lollipop. I force my eyes open, needing to see this. I’d hate myself if I missed the sight of Easton with my cock down his throat.
My eyes lock on his. They’re watching me with tears leaking and filled with lust and anger.
My hands tangle in his hair, and I hold him still as I thrust into his mouth. With a sinister grin, I move my hips, using his throat.
Easton moans as he chokes and gags. He loves it. I can see it in his eyes.
“Who's the little bitch now?” I snarl, pushing him as my pace grows harder, faster.
Easton whimpers, eyes slamming shut, and I watch in surprise as his body shudders.
Did he just ...cum?
My eyes drop to his hands, and both fists remain at his side.
Holy fuck, he did! He came without even being touched.
I fucking snap, the whole thing too much, and so fucking hot. I thrust forward and let my orgasm take its grip. I hold Easton still again and cum hard, cock throbbing as thick waves of cum shoot out and down his throat.
Easton tries to swallow, but there’s too much. He pulls back, coughing. I grab my cock and jerk out the last few ropes so they land on his face.
Slumping back against the wall, my body buzzes in the afterglow. I’m on cloud fucking nine.
I look at Easton and smirk, wanting to grab my phone and take a photo of him on his knees, my cum painting his face.
“Pretty sure you’re my little bitch.” I grin, leaning forward, grabbing his chin. With my thumb, I brush some of the cum from the corner of his mouth and bring it up to my own.
He tracks it with nearly black eyes, chest heaving as I suck the saltiness from my thumb.
Something inside him snaps, because the blissed-out look on his face changes into something dark.
He angrily gets to his feet, grabbing his shirt and wiping his face.
My smile falls, and the moment is gone, the bubble has burst.
“Easton.” The cockiness has evaporated from my tone, replaced with a more tender concern.
“Fuck you,” he snarls.
“Don’t do this,” I beg as I watch him reconstruct the thick steel wall around himself.
“I hate you.” His jaw grinds together. His words hurt, but I know he doesn’t mean them. “I fucking hate you.”
“You might hate me, but I don’t hate you. I never have.”
“I hate you.” There’s a rasp to his tone that pushes me forward. He steps back, and pain trickles back in. “I hate you. I fucking hate you.”
I don’t care if he hits me for this, I grab him and pull him into my arms, wrapping him up in a tight embrace.
He’s still under me, but I don’t move. “I don’t hate you,” I tell him slowly to make sure he hears each word. “I could never hate you, Easton. And any time I told myself I did, I was lying.”
We stand there like this for a long few moments before Easton pushes out of my embrace. I let him go as he throws the bar’s back door open and rushes back inside.
He’s running again, but I let him go.
I won’t force him to confront something he’s not ready for.
I worry about him for the rest of the night. I don’t go back to the dorm, but head to my parents' place instead. I don’t get any sleep, and the next morning everyone can see that I’m in a mood.
My parents ask if I’m okay, but I brush them off.
This is the first Thanksgiving that I’m not full of laughter and smiles. I spend the day in my own little world.
“Wanna talk about it?” Lilly asks me that night. We just got done eating, and I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
All I could think about was Easton. Was he okay? Did he have somewhere to go, or get to celebrate Thanksgiving?
Then I checked socials and saw he was with Taylor’s family.
I hated it, because I wish he were here with me. But I found relief know that he wasn’t alone.
“No.” I sigh. “Not really.”
“Easton?”
“How did you guess?” I grunt.
“As someone who was pining after a person they couldn’t have, I picked up on a vibe.” She smiles.
“My head is in shambles.” I scrub at my face.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“No,” I tell her. “It’s not like that.”
“Maybe not. But you care about him.”
I do. A lot.
And I’m lying to my sister. I do love Easton. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.
What scares me the most is that I think I’m more far gone for him now than I was before. And that's a very dangerous thing.
Easton is going to fight me, fight this. I know he wants me, that’s fucking obvious, but he won’t allow himself to feel it, or accept it.
Maybe he doesn’t think he deserves it, or maybe he’s afraid of his father.
I just fucking wish he would talk to me.
“It’s complicated.”
Lilly leans her head against my shoulder. “I know. Want some advice?”
“Sure,” I mutter.
“Don’t give up on him. He needs you now more than ever.”
My brows pinch. How does she know that? As far as I know, my family, apart from Brody, hasn’t been around Easton.
Is there something I don’t know? More that they’re not telling me?
“What makes you say that?”
She leans back and looks at me with sad eyes. “I just know. Trust me.”
She knows something. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just... sometimes, things aren't as they appear. He might say he hates you, but he doesn't. Just don’t give up on him.”
My eyes flick between hers. “I won’t,” I promise, and fuck, I feel that in my soul.
Something is telling me to believe her, and not to give up on Easton, yet. For now, I’ll listen.
But how much more of this push and pull can my heart take?