Chapter 15 Wren
Wren
He is different. Relaxed, less angry, mellowed out. His eyes are red and glassy. His movements are gentle, almost caring, or maybe I’m just imagining it and it’s all part of the drugs in my system. Either way, I’m not afraid of him like I usually am, not even now with both of us naked.
His body covers mine like a heavy blanket, his warmth seeping into my skin in a comforting way. He moves, grinding himself against me, and I’m very aware of his cock so close to my pussy.
I tried not to react when his fingers were on my clit, but my body betrayed me, and I felt myself getting wet.
I’ve made myself come with my fingers before, but nothing compared to someone else touching me down there.
If he hadn’t stopped, I would have come.
I should be ashamed, but my mind is not my own right now.
Whatever drugs are in my system won’t let me think straight.
Maybe that’s a good thing?
At least I’m relaxed, and he is not being forceful. He could really hurt me right now, something I would have expected from him, instead he is cuddling me.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs into my hair, his voice low and gravelly. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he warns before lifting himself up on his elbows.
I gulp. His face is only inches away from mine, his foggy gaze locks on my face as he shifts his hips to line his cock up with my entrance.
My hands twitch, my mind urging me to push him away. Instead, I fist the soft sheets beneath me. I know pushing him away would be futile. Besides, he is being gentle, and I don’t want to change his mood.
I feel the silky tip of his cock at my entrance, and he slowly pushes inside.
I gasp at the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt, though it feels foreign.
My pussy stretches around his cock, and I remember how big he was in my mouth.
Is he even going to fit inside of me? My thoughts evaporate as the stretching feeling turns into slight pain.
My pussy is having a hard time adjusting.
“It will only hurt for a moment,” he whispers before thrusting into me all the way.
I yelp out in pain, my hands flying up to grab his muscular upper arms. My nails dig into his skin.
“Shhh,” he coos, “you’re doing so well.” He lowers himself on top of me again, his head resting in the crook of my neck as I try to breathe through the pain. The way he pushes me into the mattress somehow calms me.
For a few moments, he just stays like this, buried deep inside of me until the pain slowly subsides, and my breathing returns to normal. He must sense it too, or maybe he doesn’t care enough, but he suddenly starts moving again.
Pulling his cock out slowly, he pushes it all the way back inside until I feel his balls pressed up against my skin. This time there is almost no pain, only a feeling of being extremely full. He repeats the motion, thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace.
“You feel so amazing,” he moans. His praise feels wrong somehow, or at least it’s not what I’m used to coming from his mouth. For the first time, I wonder if he might be on some kind of drug too. He’s certainly acting out of character, not that I’m complaining.
I throw my head back onto the pillow and my eyes flutter shut. I don’t want to think about who is fucking me right now. I just want it to feel good.
Keeping my grip on his arms, I pretend he is someone I actually like, someone who doesn’t bully me and makes me do things I don’t want. I pretend he is just some guy I met and invited into this bed. Ugh, that feels wrong too. I don’t want some random guy, but I don’t want Briggs, either.
My thoughts evaporate into thin air when Briggs shifts on top of me.
He reaches down, hooking his hand under my knee and pulling it up to get better access to my pussy.
The new position has him going deeper and hitting some spot inside of me that has me squirming in his hold.
There is a flutter in my core I’ve never felt before, something deep and primal that has me panting with need.
“Fuck, your pussy is clamping down on me like you are about to come,” Briggs says against my neck, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin there, drawing out a shudder. “Are you going to come on my cock like a good girl?”
His question should fill me with shame and disgust, but all I can do is nod while he plows into me. A low chuckle shakes him, but I don’t care about that either. I’m so lost in the sensation between my legs. Nothing else matters. I chose to block everything else out.
He continues his onslaught on my pussy, thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace for what feels like forever. I don’t want him to stop. There is a thin sheen of sweat over his body. My hands, working on their own, glide up and down his bulging biceps.
The heat in my core grows with each shove of his cock inside of me. I’m so close to coming, I can taste it, but then he suddenly pulls out of me with a grunt. I open my mouth to say something, but before I can make my throat work, Briggs peels himself away from me and grabs my hips roughly.
“Turn around,” he orders while lifting me off the bed and spinning me so that I’m on my stomach. My face lands on the fluffy pillow before I can turn my head completely. I gasp into the pillow and turn my face so I can breathe.
Briggs positions me like he wants. Pressing my legs together, he climbs on top of me, straddling my upper thighs. I feel his heavy cock against my ass cheeks. He drags the head down over my asshole and to my pussy. Then he enters me from behind in one hard thrust that forces me into the mattress.
I moan into the pillow loud enough to be heard over the wet smacking of skin as he plows into me from behind.
“That’s it, moan for me, little bird. Let me hear how much you like my cock.
” He leans down, shoving deeper inside of me while his mouth finds a spot on my shoulder.
His hot tongue glides over the skin, making a shiver run down my spine.
He pulls back his lips until his teeth graze gingerly over my tingling flesh.
Then he bites down. His teeth sink into my skin, a sharp pain erupts in my shoulder, ripping through my body with a shock.
Before I can even react to what he just did, I notice his arm has snaked underneath me, and his fingers are on my swollen clit.
Everything happens at once—the pain, pleasure, hate and fear mix together and become a huge tidal wave of pure ecstasy. My core clenches, my back arches, and I come so hard I don’t know where my body ends and his begins.
While I’m still riding my high, Briggs thrusts become rougher, more erratic.
He pounds into me like a man possessed, prolonging my intense orgasm until he suddenly stills inside of me.
With a loud groan, he reaches his own high.
His cock swells, pulsing against my tender walls while he empties himself into me.
We’re both breathing heavy as Briggs collapses onto me, his weight making it a little hard to breathe but in a good, calming way. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my back and suddenly the moment feels incredibly intimate. We lie there for a few moments, catching our breaths together.
When Briggs composes himself, he slides out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty and alone. He lifts himself up and rolls over to lie next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach for the bedside lamp. A click descends the room into darkness.
I’m still lying on my stomach, naked, with come dripping out of my sore pussy, while Briggs is sprawled out next to me. And then it hits me. There is come dripping out of me. “You didn’t use a condom,” I say, my voice slurred and raspy.
“Are you not on birth control?”
I shake my head, forgetting that he can’t see me. “No,” I croak. I should probably feel more freaked out but right now I can’t seem to care much.
“You’ll be fine,” he murmurs and I have no idea what he means by that.
Silence settles over us. I guess we’re done with that conversation.
There is a small voice in the back of my mind that tells me I should be scared. I should try to get away and leave, but that voice becomes smaller and smaller as my mind is drawn to the darkness, providing me with so much comfort. Before I know it, I let the night swallow me whole.
The first time I wake up, I don’t really wake up at all. I’m somewhere trapped between sleep and consciousness. My mind is hazy, my body useless.
I’m vaguely aware of lying on my side, curled up in the fetal position while my whole body is shaking. I’m so cold. My skin feels icy, and I realize I’m naked.
Yet again, there is a voice in the back of my head that screams at me to get up. To make a run for it, but my limbs are nothing but dead weight. I can’t make myself move.
Something thin and cool is draped over me, making me shudder more violently. Then suddenly, something else is slung over me, something heavy and warm. I immediately feel better, cuddling into the warmth behind me.
My trembling stops a moment later, and my body relaxes back into the mattress. I let my mind drift back off.
The next time I wake up, I actually pry my eyes open.
I’m in an unfamiliar bedroom. Panic instantly fills my veins.
Where am I? What happened? I sit up in the bed too fast. The room spins.
My head feels like it’s about to explode, and I have to bring my hand up to shield my eyes from the sunlight filtering in through the window.
The thin sheet draped over me slides down my bare chest, reminding me of my nakedness.
“Morning, bird,” a familiar voice meets my ear. “I hope you slept terribly.” Briggs, I realize.
Slowly, I remove the hand from my eyes so I can look at Briggs standing at the foot of the bed. He is fully dressed, holding a glass of water in his hand. He takes a big sip of his water, and I’m reminded of how dry my own mouth is.
His gaze lowers to my boobs, and I see something dark flicker over his eyes. “Better cover up, unless you’re ready for round two?” He smirks.
Round two? Slowly but surely, his words sink in and what happened last night comes back to me.
The drinking, dancing, then Briggs showed up…
wait, how did I end up in the bedroom? Oh my god, Tyler put something in my drink.
Briggs took me upstairs, I remember vaguely.
Then everything comes in flashes. He got me undressed, touched me, and he…
I had sex with Briggs. No, he had sex with me.
“You took advantage of me,” I accuse. “I didn’t want to sleep with you.”
“Could have fooled me.” He laughs.
“I was drunk and drugged!”
“You came on my cock; your cunt squeezed me so tightly I was worried for my dick for a second.”
I stare at him, dumbfounded. He doesn’t see anything wrong with his actions. “You took my virginity when I couldn’t give consent, and you came inside of me. What’s wrong with you?”
“You didn’t object much last night. Matter of fact you told me to fuck you already, but let’s be clear, even if you would have said no, I would have taken it. I wanted something, and I took it. That’s how it works, little bird, and you should get it through your thick skull already.”
“You’re an asshole.”
Unfazed by my name calling, he walks around the bed and hands me the glass of water. “Drink this, slowly. I don’t want you throwing up in my truck. Then get dressed so I can drive you home. I owe you a ride.” The bastard winks at me.
I take a sip of the water, letting the cold liquid soothe my parched mouth. “I don’t need a ride. I’m with… oh, fuck. Maya!” I jump up off the bed, leaving the sheet behind, water spilling everywhere as I can barely stand on my feet. “Maya! Where the hell is my friend?”
“Calm down, she is fine… I think. I mean, I really don’t know, nor do I care.”
“I need to find my phone! Where is my purse?”
“On the floor.” He points at the clutch on the ground, and I scramble to pick it up. I don’t even care that I’m naked anymore. It’s not like he hasn’t seen all of me, anyway.
I pull out my phone and unlock it right away. A bunch of unread messages from Maya lights up the screen.
MAYA: TUCKER IS MAKING ME LEAVE. WHERE ARE YOU?
MAYA: I’M OUTSIDE, HE WON’T LET ME GO BACK INSIDE TO GET YOU.
There are a few more from last night and then one from this morning.
MAYA: CALL ME WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE. I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU.
I breathe a sigh of relief. She is okay. Just worried about me. I’ll call her as soon as I get home, I decide. My car is still at her place, but I don’t think I’m in any condition to drive right now. I’m too hungover.
Grabbing my clothes from the floor, I quickly get dressed, wishing I had something less revealing to wear.
Once I’m dressed and my purse is slung over my shoulder, I follow Briggs downstairs, where I find Tyler sleeping on the couch.
Prick. I think to myself as we pass him.
When we walk outside, I make a point of slamming the door shut, hoping Tyler is as hungover as I am.
I ignore my own head throbbing at the loud noise as I use my hand to shield my eyes from the sun. Why is the sun so bright today?
I climb into the passenger seat of Briggs’s truck and buckle myself, waiting as he gets into the driver’s side. The truck rumbles to life, and we pull out of the long driveway.
“How is our lit project coming? Heading for that A, I hope,” Briggs taunts.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I tell him. Not that I want to talk to him any other time.
“Are you going to give me the silent treatment for the rest of the drive?” He questions with a smirk, and I nod. “All right then,” he says before turning the rock music up to an annoyingly loud setting.
I don’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. Instead of letting him know my head hurts, I grind my teeth together and ignore the pounding against my skull.
We don’t talk for the rest of the drive, and before I know it, we’re pulling up in front of my crappy apartment complex. As soon as we park, I swing open the door to get out.
“Hey, little bird,” Briggs gets my attention.
“What?” I snap.
“This ride was paid for in full last night, but the next one will cost you again.”
“Prick,” I mumble under my breath before getting out and slamming the door behind me. I guess that’s all my virginity was worth to him, a fucking fifteen-minute ride in his truck.