19. Wren
19
WREN
I feel like a lamb being led to slaughter. Only I’m dumber than the lamb because at least the animal doesn’t know it’s being led to its death. I know Briggs intends to fuck me, and yet my legs are moving all the same.
Everything hurts today, and I just don’t have the energy to fight him. My arms are in pain from pulling this heavy-ass suitcase around, my shoulder aches from where the strap of the tote is digging into my skin, and don’t even get my started on my fucking uterus.
I have no idea how I’m supposed to survive sex with Briggs today.
We get to my room, and Briggs uses his own personal key to open the door. He pushes inside, and I follow him like a little puppy, dragging my suitcase behind me. Briggs throws my pillow on the twin-size bed before flopping down onto it to get comfortable.
I close the door behind me, shoving my luggage against the wall. “What now?”
“Do you have lotion in that magic suitcase of yours?”
“Yeah,” I answer before I can think anything of it.
“Fetch it for me, bird.”
I suppress an eye roll before getting on my knees next to the suitcase. I unzip it and find my toiletries, where I have my body lotion.
When I stand back up, Briggs is taking his shirt off. He discards the fabric onto the floor and turns around to lie on his stomach. I stare at him dumbfounded, wondering what the hell he’s expecting me to do now.
“I want you to give me a massage while we wait for my food to get here.” When I don’t move right away, he continues in a firm voice, “Now, bird!”
I guess he’s being serious.
Sliding my flip-flops off, I sit on the bed beside him.
“Just sit on top of me,” he orders, and I climb onto the bed to sit on his firm ass.
Opening the cap of the lotion, I pour a generous amount onto my palm before setting the bottle down next to me. I rub my hands together and lay them down on Briggs’s upper back. Slowly, I begin to massage the lotion into his muscular back and shoulders, digging my thumbs into his stiff flesh.
He groans in appreciation and all I can think about is how I’m the one who should be getting the massage right now. Just at the thought, my stomach cramps up, and I can’t help whimper a bit.
“Don’t worry, it will stop hurting soon…”
It takes me a moment to wrap my mind around what Briggs just said.
I continue massaging him while I ask, “What do you mean by that?”
“Your cramps, they will be gone soon.”
I freeze, my whole body going rigid. “Why would my cramps be gone?”
Briggs chuckles, and my blood runs cold. “What did you give me? What was in that brownie?” I demand to know.
“Calm down, little bird. There was just some weed in there, to relax you a bit. Now stop being such a killjoy and continue to massage me. Unless you want to put your hands to other use?”
If I have to choose between sex and this, I’d rather give the damn massage. I place my hands on his skin once more, sliding them up and down his spine and along the sides.
I try to stay calm and not think about what I just learned. I’ve never done weed, and I wasn’t planning on it either, but I also know it’s just a plant. I know you can’t overdose on it, so that’s a relief. Hopefully, this won’t be so bad.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s Briggs. He will make any experience of mine bad. He probably has something terrible planned. Something deviant and dark.
And what am I doing to get away? Nothing. Because I’m a fucking coward. I can tell myself all I want, that I’m doing this for my future. I have to stay at Wicked Falls and finish my degree or I will have nothing. But the truth is, I’m just scared I won’t make it on my own. Or even worse, that I’ll end up like my mom, always depending on men to fix her life.
“Are you going to sleep?” Briggs’s voice drags me from my thoughts, and I realize my hands have slowed down and now barely move.
“Sorry,” I mumble, noticing how my body is feeling slightly heavier, a warmth I never felt before gathers in my chest. It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling I enjoy very much. Especially when I realize the cramping in my stomach is easing up.
Taking a calming breath, I let the good feeling engulf me. Instead of being afraid of it, I let it in with open arms.
I keep massaging Briggs, now being more aware of how soft and warm his skin feels under my palms. His muscles flex slightly when I move over them, but relax once I knead the tension out.
The longer I sit, the heavier my body feels. I notice how I’m slumped over slightly. I try to straighten up, but everything is so heavy. My limbs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.
I look down to find my hands digging into Briggs’s back now because I’m leaning on them for support. “I think I need to lie down,” I say a second before I collapse onto Briggs.
Something shakes me, and it takes me a minute to realize that Briggs is laughing. “Oh, bird, I guess that was a big brownie for someone who hasn’t built up a tolerance like me.”
I want to tell him to shut up, and that he is an asshole, but my mouth is suddenly so dry. My cheek is pressed against Briggs’s bare back. His skin is silky soft and smells like lotion. I want to cuddle him, which I guess I’m already doing.
He must notice too, because next thing I know, he turns his body, so I tumble off him and onto the mattress.
“Food is here,” he announces, as he sits up, and my stomach growls at the mention. I sit up myself. Using the wall for support, I lean my back against the cool brick.
I watch Briggs get up and move toward the door just as a knocking sound fills the space. How did he know the food was here? It must have told him on his app, I decide, glancing at his phone on the mattress.
“Thanks.” Briggs’s deep voice comes from the door before he closes it again. He returns to the bed holding a large pizza box, two smaller boxes, and a two-liter Sprite bottle.
I cross my heavy legs and pull them toward me so he has room to put the boxes down. As soon as he does, the savory smell of pepperoni and cheese hits me. My stomach growls again. I wonder what the chances are he will actually share this with me. He ordered enough, that’s for sure.
“Mhhh, doesn’t that smell great, little bird?”
I glare at him in response. I almost expect my mouth to water but instead it remains dry as a bone. I don’t even care because Briggs was right. My cramps are gone now, thanks to the weed in my system. I didn’t even know it was good for pain like that.
Briggs opens the pizza box, and another wave of savory smell hits my nose. “Would you like a piece, bird?” he asks, while grabbing a piece for himself and taking a big bite. “Mhhh, it sure is tasty.”
“What do you want in return?” I question, knowing damn well nothing comes for free with him.
Briggs grins, and I know he already has something in mind. “Take off any clothing item on you. One item, one piece.”
I think about it for a second. He said any item. I pull my arms out of my shirt like I’m about to pull it off, but instead I just reach back and unhook my bra to take it off. Then I pull it down my arm and place it on the bedside table. Then I pull my arms through my shirt again before looking at him, expecting my reward.
“Fair enough.” Briggs chuckles and hands me a piece of the pizza.
I take the warm piece from him and take a huge bite. I chew slowly, and it’s like I’ve never had pepperoni pizza before. At least nothing that tasted this good. It’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I feel as if my taste buds are amplified. I can taste everything all at once, and it’s absolutely delicious. I savor every last bite. Even the crust tastes fantastic.
When I’m done, I lick my fingers.
“Another piece?” Briggs asks, while he starts his second slice.
“No, thanks.”
“Are you sure? You are still wearing a lot of items.” He glances down at my shorts and shirt. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you try to wiggle out of your underwear while wearing shorts.”
“I can guarantee you my underwear will remain on me today.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” His voice turns sinister, his eyes darkening.
I wait for the usual fear and dread to kick in when he looks at me like that, but somehow it never comes. Maybe that’s another side effect of the weed, one I’m not sure I like. There is nothing wrong with a healthy dose of fear, yet it evades me completely.
I choose to ignore his comment, and the lack of being frightened.
Briggs finishes his third slice while I watch him eat. He suddenly closes the box and grabs the soda bottle. He unscrews the top with a hissing sound before drinking a good amount of it. Then he hands me the bottle.
I don’t think. I just grab it before he changes his mind. I take a big sip myself, letting the crisp liquid wet my parched mouth. The Sprite also tastes better than normal, sweeter somehow. I screw the top back on and hand him the bottle.
“You owe me an item,” he declares.
“You didn’t say that!” I try to defend, but I already know it’s no use.
“It was implied.” His voice is menacing now, leaving no room for discussion. “Now lose something or I pick.”
“Fine,” I mumble before I carefully wiggle out of my shorts.
Now I’m sitting in nothing but my shirt and Cotton panties, while Briggs is shirtless. I don’t like where this is heading. I don’t like the feeling of him holding something over me, but right now, that feeling is numbed by the effects of that edible.
I know I should feel threatened and exposed and maybe I am, but it’s only background noise. I mostly just feel happy though, gleeful and maybe even a little horny. That feeling surprises me the most. The lack of my clothing makes my heart race in excitement, my body remembering the night at the party when he was inside of me, when I came while he was…
Oh, god, stop it! I yell in my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t want him. I can’t want him. He has been my tormentor, my bully. He forces and manipulates me into doing things I shouldn’t. Yet here I am, my pussy getting wet as I watch Briggs licking wing sauce off his fingers, wishing he was licking something else.
“Trade a wing for an item?” Briggs offers with a grin.
I shake my head no, and Briggs has the audacity to look offended. He finishes off his wings before closing the box with his elbow. “Lick my fingers clean,” he suddenly orders, holding out his hand to me.
The question ‘or what?’ Is sitting at the tip of my tongue, but instead of speaking the words, I lean forward to take Briggs’s middle finger into my mouth. I wrap my lips around his digit and suck the tangy wing sauce off eagerly.
I release his middle finger with a pop just to repeat the same thing with his other fingers and thumb. All the while, my seductive gaze never leaves his heated one.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, are you ready for dessert?”
“No, thanks.” I shake my head. There is no way I’m taken off anything else. Even though part of me craves it, I won’t give into him like that.
“I think you should at least try some. This one is a warm, chocolate chip cookie. It’s still gooey in the center.” He opens the dessert box and breaks off a piece of the cookie.
The prick holds it right in front of my face, the buttery smell of the pastry invading my senses. It does smell really good. Now that I’ve drunk something, my mouth is watering for more. And the stupid gooey cookie is calling my name. But I won’t budge. My dignity is worth more than some sweet treat. I won’t sit here with my tits out just for a bit of a chocolate cookie.
“Just give in already. You know I’ll get the shirt off of you one way or another. At least this way you have the illusion of a choice.”
I frown. Of course, he isn’t really giving me a choice. No matter what I do, I will end up with my clothes off and him between my legs. Again, that thought should worry me. I wait for the fear to kick in, but it never comes. Only excitement fills my veins.
Briggs brings the cookie even closer, pressing the warm chocolate right to my lips. Against my better judgment, I part them, letting him feed me the gooey pastry.
Just like the rest of the food, the cookie is phenomenal. I chew it slowly, closing my eyes. I savor every little morsel like it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Which I think it might be.
“I told you it was going to be good.” Briggs chuckles.
This time when I open my eyes and look at him, I see the same version of him that was at the party. He is relaxed, less hostile, almost happy. It all makes sense now; he was high on weed at the party too. I like high Briggs, I decide. He is nice, gentle and, dare I say, sweet.
Instead of asking me to take off the shirt, he scoots closer, grabs the hem of it, and pulls it over my body until I’m in nothing but my panties. Goosebumps pebble over my flesh as Briggs palms my breasts, kneading them like he is the one giving me a massage now. Heat builds in my core and small waves of pleasure ripple through me.
Feeling my cheeks heat up, I realize I must be blushing. I turn my face, trying to hide it from Briggs. His hand leaves my breast to cup my face instead. He pulls it back toward him. “Don’t hide from me, little bird.” His voice is soft, his touch gentle.
I blink at him a few times, confused by the tender moment, when I notice how dry and small my eyes feel. “I think my eyeballs are shrinking,” I blurt out.
Briggs drops his hands from my face and starts laughing. “What?” he asks between chuckles.
“I feel like my eyeballs are shrinking. They are so dried out,” I explain, while running my fingertips around my eyes to see if it feels different.
“You are just high.” He waves me off. “Are you still on your period?” Briggs asks as if something between now and an hour ago has changed.
His question makes me laugh. “Yes, I’m still on my period.” I giggle.
“Your asshole isn’t,” Briggs quips, wiping the smile off my face.
“You are not touching me back there,” I say sternly.
“Not today, but trust me, little bird, I’ll take that from you too,” he promises, making me shutter. “You know the best part about having this single room?”
“No snoring roommate?”
“Well, that. But I was thinking more about the attached bathroom. Let’s go take a shower together,” he says, already shoving the food boxes to one side of the mattress so we can get out of the bed without climbing over them.
When I don’t move right away, Briggs takes my hand and pulls me up. My body is still sluggish, but with his support, I make it to my feet. He leads me into the attached bathroom, only letting go of my hand to take off his clothes.
I lean against the wall, watching him strip down. He must be spending the times he doesn’t stalk me at the gym, because his body is carved out of stone.
“Lose your panties,” he orders while turning on the shower.
While his back is turned toward me, I quickly slip out of my underwear, folding them on the floor so we don’t have to stare at the bloody pad inside. When I straighten back up, Briggs has already stepped under the spray, water cascading down his muscular back.
“Get in here, bird,” Briggs says over his shoulder.
My legs move on their own, not afraid of what’s to come. I step into the shower, slipping on the wet tile in the process. My arms come out automatically, wrapping around Briggs’s torso to steady myself. My face and boobs press against his back, my bare pussy pushes against his ass.
“Mhhh,” Briggs muses. “You got the right idea, but I’m supposed to be the big spoon.”
I let go of him, untangling my arms from his torso while making sure that my feet are planted firmly. “Sorry about that,” I mumble, realizing in terror that there is blood running down my inner thighs. Pink water swirls around our feet. “Are you sure you want me in here?”
Briggs turns around and looks down. If he is disgusted, he is hiding it well. “It’s just a little blood. Are you still cramping?”
“The pain is gone,” I tell him, realizing he is already fully hard.
“Good, come here, wrap your arms around my neck,” he orders while placing his hands on my hips.
Before I know what he is planning, he lifts me up and pushes my back against the cool tile wall, making me hiss at the coldness on my heated skin. I have no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. My hot center pressed against his stomach, and I know I must be getting blood all over him. He doesn’t seem to care.
His eyes are filled with nothing but carnal lust as he slowly lowers me onto his cock. I tense when his head bumps against my pussy, but I melt into his touch when the smooth head brushes over my clit. Then he finds my entrance. He presses into me unhurriedly, like he is enjoying burying every inch.
His heated gaze never leaves mine as he sinks into me all the way, making us both moan in pleasure. Unlike my first time, there is no resistance. He slides in with ease, filling me completely while holding my body against the wall.
“When I’m inside of you, I almost forget that I hate you,” he whispers, and I think it’s more to himself than me.
I know exactly what he means. Both times we have been together like this, he hasn’t been mean to me. He doesn’t hurt me or enjoy my pain like he usually does. He just fucks me passionately.
He tilts his face so that our foreheads are touching before closing his eyes and licking his lips. I stare at those lips, wishing stupidly that he would kiss me. I don’t even know why I would want that, maybe because it adds to the whole illusion that he doesn’t actually hate me. Briggs’s eyes open, and I find the same weird yearning reflecting back at me. Does he want to kiss me too? As quick as I saw it, it disappears even quicker. Of course he doesn’t want to kiss me.
Briggs rocks me against the wall, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes me throw my head back with a moan. I tighten my legs around him, holding him close and pushing him even deeper. My fingers dig into his back, my nails raking over his skin as he pounds into me without restraint.
“Remember how you came on my cock last time?” Briggs asks breathlessly before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin on my neck.
I tense, remembering how he bit me, which only makes him chuckle. I expect him to do it again, but instead, he simply licks and nibbles on my shoulder. Having his mouth on me feels amazing. Combine that with his body rubbing on mine, the hot water cascading down our skin and the weed in my system intensifying all of it. I’m in fucking heaven.
“I can feel your cunt tightening,” Briggs says into the shell of my ear. “I know you are about to come. Cream all over my cock, little bird. Show me what a little slut you are.”
Calling me a slut should act like an ice cold bucket of water, but even that doesn’t faze me right now. I’m too far gone. My orgasm crashes into me like a train going a hundred miles per hour. My thighs quiver, and my whole body tightens. Briggs fucks me through my release, pounding into me violently until he finds his own. He comes with a shudder, his fingers digging into my upper thighs like he is going to leave bruises.
Then everything stills. We both catch our breaths while we are standing awkwardly in the shower. After a moment, Briggs shifts me in his hold, sliding his cock out of me before slowly lowering me to my feet. My legs shake from exhaustion, and I’m barely able to keep myself up, but I somehow manage to stand.
Briggs turns toward the spray and cleans himself up before turning the water off. “Do we have a towel?” he asks as he gets out of the stall without looking at me.
“There is one in my suitcase,” I answer, turning the water back on so I can clean the cum and blood off my legs.
Briggs disappears into my room, closing the bathroom door behind him. I turn off the water, hoping he will come and bring me the towel after he is done. I wrap my arms around my naked body and wait, the crisp air in the room making me cold. I rub my arms and step out of the shower.
Just when I’m about to call out to him for the towel, I hear the dorm room open and slam shut. I flinch at the loud noise.
Still completely naked, I tiptoe to the door and open it slightly, sticking my head out. My dorm room is empty. I open the door further and step out. My suitcase is open, clothing items spilled out, and the wet towel is on top. I quickly grab the towel and wrap it around my body.
The food boxes are still on the bed, the only proof that he was here at all. Briggs’s clothes are gone, and so is he. The prick just left me. I’m shocked, but why am I? What was I expecting from him? To cuddle after? The thought warms me. I want him to hold me, but why? I’m so confused. I hate the guy. He hates me more, and there is no way we will ever be anything besides enemies.
So why the fuck am I sad that he is gone?