Chapter Nineteen #2
He slaps it hard, the crack echoing around his room, and I fall from my hands to my elbows.
“Cobra?” he asks.
I shake my head, white-hot pleasure racing through my system and driving me back to my hands. “Again.”
“I’ll give you more later.”
A protest is on my lips when my ass cheeks are spread open, and I feel Tommy’s hot, wet tongue swipe from one hole to the next.
“Nice and bare. Just how I like it,” he growls. “And so fucking sweet.”
He pierces my asshole with his tongue, driving it deep inside, and I fall to my elbows once more, burying my face into the soft gray duvet.
“Spread your thighs wider, Jenna.”
Fresh out of protests, I do as he asked, lurching forward when he smacks my swollen clit.
“For an older girl, you’ve got a fucking awesome cunt.”
I could wrap my hand around his throat right about now; instead, I turn my head to face him. “Cobra.”
He pauses on opening the drawer to his nightstand. “The fuck?”
“Cobra,” I repeat. “I reserve the right to use the word not just when you’re going too far physically, but when I’ve had enough of your attitude as well. Being a prick is a deadass turnoff.” I quirk a brow at him. “Just ask the other guys I’ve been with.”
He grinds his teeth, snatching the lube from the drawer and coming to stand behind me.
“Do you want to stop playing, Jenna? Or do you want me to fill your ass?”
Every single muscle contracts beneath the weight of his filthy words.
“Make a choice,” he commands.
I hate myself more than I do Tommy right now. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
He cups his left hand around his ear, his hard cock long and daunting. “So I’m not accused of going against your wishes, can you repeat that for me?”
I swallow, resentment, trepidation, and excitement taking over. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
Popping the cap on the lube bottle, he kneels directly behind me, coating his shaft with smooth strokes of his hand.
Next, he moves to my asshole, spending a good amount of time teasing and preparing my entrance. That alone is enough to make me come, and I dig my fingernails into the duvet.
As he positions himself behind me, Tommy traces a soft finger down my spine, causing me to shiver.
He pauses over my asshole, and then he enters me slowly, expertly.
“Don’t collapse on me.” His voice is softer when he wraps an arm around my waist, holding my body in the position he wants.
“I—I can’t take any more.” I shake my head.
“I’m only halfway inside you.”
Panic lances through me, and I go to pull away. His arm circles me tighter.
“You can take me, Jenna. You want to take me too.”
He’s right. I do.
“Exhale and relax your body. It’s going to be so fucking good, I swear to God.”
I push all the air out of my lungs, and my shoulders drop. Tommy moves further inside. There’s no pain or resistance, just a delicious burn that promises the best orgasm of my life.
“I hate it when you’re right, but I hate it even more when you pretend to be kind to me.”
When he pushes all the way inside, his cock grows even harder, and I release a lust-filled moan.
His hips are totally still when he runs his finger down my spine once again, only taking his first stroke when another finger pushes inside my pussy.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” His voice is full of victory.
I’m too full, too horny to care, and I back into his cock, wanting him even deeper.
“That’s it. You know what you want.”
We fuck. Hard, slow, our joint moans and gasps filling the room. I’m lost in a completely different world, barely able to recall my own name but still capable of screaming his.
On the first orgasm, I know he isn’t nearly done with me, pumping his fingers and cock so relentlessly. The safe word sits right at the tip of my tongue.
Tommy retracts his fingers from my pussy and unloops his arm, spreading my ass wide.
“How mad do you think Holt would be if he could see us right now?” he jests. “His precious sister taking her enemy’s cock so deep in her ass.”
I groan out a, “Fuck you,” and it only makes him harder.
“You’re damaged goods now, Jenna. My damaged goods.”
His possessive statement is his final undoing, and hot jets shoot straight inside me.
“Fuuuuck.” Tommy whimpers out the word, still moving inside me and pulling every last drop from his dick.
He’s hot and sticky and so fucking perfect as he holds himself over me, running his tongue across my shoulder blades.
I, on the other hand, only feel nauseous, sick to my stomach over my lack of willpower.
“Give me a second, and we’ll go again. You can ride me this time,” he says, pulling up to a stand and slipping out of my ass.
The sensation is odd, but not horrible, unlike how the rest of me feels.
I roll onto my back, sleepy but not as comatose as the first time.
“I need to leave.” It’s a quick statement, delivered with venom.
He takes a step back, running a palm over his mouth. “Are you for real?”
Just like every time I’m with a guy, I rush out of his bedroom and grab my clothes, not caring that my sweater is hanging completely open when I pull it on like a cardigan.
Tommy stalks after me, completely naked and leaving me second-guessing my decision to leave.
I push away temptation and look him dead in the eyes, padding toward him with a single finger out in front of me.
“You fucked me to prove a point. This is all about my brother, isn’t it?”
He just shrugs, annoyance creasing between his brow. “Tell yourself what you want. Repeat whatever words help you sleep at night.”
Anger rages inside me. “You’re fucking me as a middle finger to my brother, aren’t you? When you said it outside of Rise Up, I thought you were being cruel, but now I think you’re being serious.”
When his trademark smirk fails to emerge like I predicted, I’m left a little confused.
Tommy steps so close that my finger presses into his sternum.
He points toward his front door, my boots and jacket in a heap beside it.
“I couldn’t care less about your brother.
” He shakes his head at me. “I don’t know how many chances you think you’re going to get with me, Jenna.
But you walk out of that door, and I’ll never fuck you again.
I won’t even so much as look at you because you’ll be dead to me. ”
“A plan with no drawbacks.” The lie tumbles from my cocky lips.
He retracts his finger and forms a fist, jaw ticcing, heat pooling in his face. “Then be on your motherfucking way, Hellion. There’s plenty more where you came from.”