Chapter 13
KYLEN
There were different kinds of popular people in high school.
The star athletes who earned themselves groupies because everyone knew they were going to make it big someday.
Those who were wealthy and their money assured their popularity.
Then there were people like Kole, beautiful with a magnetic, slightly deranged personality who commanded a room and everyone in it. You wanted to be around her or be her.
I wasn’t any of those things. I was Kole’s awkward, shy twin. Kole’s sweet brand of crazy ensured no one bullied me. She constantly loudly proclaimed that I was her favorite person, and she didn’t just say so to force people to leave me alone. She meant it.
Arek would have been popular in my school because of his last name alone. He was someone always out of reach; someone that you slunk out of the way for as he walked down the hall. Not because he was cruel, but because he was a Van Doren.
Waking up to Arek Van Doren is… surreal.
I never had a crush on him. Acknowledging that he’s hot is one thing. But I’ve lived in my skin long enough to know not to set myself up for heartache by crushing on somebody entirely out of my league.
But he’s here. Wrapped around me in such a tight embrace that I can’t move. His hand is secure around my wrist, lying on the bed in a bright strip of nearly orange sunlight. Just above his hand is a bruise, slowly forming. There’s another on my biceps.
Now that I’m looking, I can feel all the places where my body aches. It’s a delicious kind of soreness. The kind I haven’t felt in more than a month, since the last time he fucked me in the dark of Hush Anonymous.
Thinking about Hush has me remembering the reasons I stopped going.
He was stalking me. Arek knew when I signed into Hush and which room I was in.
Beyond that… was he really stalking me, though? I didn’t see him in places I shouldn’t have. He’s my frat brother, which means I’m going to see him in many of the same places I’m in.
This is me making excuses for it, though. Isn’t it? He did track me at Hush.
Arek’s lips press to the back of my bare shoulder, and I close my eyes. He’s awake. This is the first time that I’ll truly look at him like this. Yesterday, he was the scary frat brother, and we weren’t friends. What is he this morning?
His hand releases my wrist, and Arek shifts. He has me on my back a moment later as he hovers over me. For a long moment, we do nothing but look at each other. Then he moves between my legs and shoves the blanket away so he has an uninterrupted look at me.
I flush because, of course, I flush. If I weren’t so self-conscious, I’d drink my fill of him. Instead, I’m so nervous that I watch where his eyes travel, feeling his gaze like he’s trailing fingers along my body.
Arek places his hand flat on my stomach. My stomach flutters under his touch. My cock jumps in excitement. His hand moves up, fingers gently moving over my right nipple, and then he’s dragging his hand softly down.
My shoulders tense when his palm moves past my navel.
Everything inside me tenses when his hand rests over my dick, the pad of his middle finger resting on my frenulum.
Loud anxiety rings in my ears, making my palms sweat and my legs, which had been lying loosely spread for him, rise and try to hide myself.
I’m not shy or ashamed of my cock. It’s nothing like that. I don’t really know if I’m average, small, or maybe considered large. I don’t know, and I don’t care to know.
I just don’t care to be touched, though I think I can handle touch by another person far more than I could if he tried to take me into his mouth.
His eyes are on mine, and I’m sure he can see the alarm on my face, even as I try to rein it in.
I never told him he couldn’t touch me. I told him not to put me in his mouth, and he’s never pushed that boundary. Not once.
Last night, he said we weren’t at Hush, and therefore, he’s not bound by their rules.
No condoms was what he’d been talking about.
But does that mean he’s also disregarding all the rules?
Including what I told him is my one hard limit?
Or is this the moment that he asks why I don’t want my dick sucked? Why I don’t want my cock touched.
He doesn’t ask, and his hand moves down, middle finger trailing the underside of my dick, my balls, and pressing against my taint before he pulls his hand away entirely.
Arek watches me. Not where his hand is going. His eyes remain locked on mine. That doesn’t change when he reaches for the lube and begins fingering my still slightly slick hole. I didn’t wash last night, which means I still have a lot of gross shit in my ass.
This is the first time I’m looking at Arek and see him clearly while he’s touching me.
While anyone is touching me. Unsurprisingly, my skin burns at his attention.
At lying open and vulnerable to him. His fingers inside my body.
He’s seeing the way pleasure begins to shiver through my limbs as he curls his fingers.
A moan escapes, and I squeeze my eyes closed. He spends several more minutes working on my hole. More lube, more fingers. When he’s finished, Arek reaches for my hands and pulls me up so I’m sitting on his lap, legs wrapped around his back, my hard cock pressed to his stomach.
With his hand gripping my ass cheeks, he lifts me. I’m not sure how he manages to produce a third hand, but I swear, he somehow moves his dick so it’s right where he wants it. A thick, stiff pole standing upright with its blunt tip pressed to my puckered hole.
He’s gentle as he lowers me little by little. It’s inherently quicker than every other time because of the position and gravity. I bury my face into his neck as I try to relax around him. There’s no true force of entry, but his usual ease with which he enters my body is gone, too.
It’s fluid. There’s no backing away and moving in a little more when he enters. A single, slow but steady enveloping of his cock as it compels my body to make room without question until, breathless, I’m sitting on his lap with his dick completely skewered inside me.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, though my voice comes out as a high whine.
Arek hums. One of his hands remains on my ass cheek, but the other smooths up my back. “This is where you belong,” he says, rocking his hips gently.
I gasp. I’m not a pillow princess right now. My muscles are forced to be engaged, so I feel everything a little more intently. I feel tighter because of it. His cock feels fatter because I’m wrapped so tightly around it.
When he rocks his hips again, a rough burst of pleasure surges through me, and I moan.
He hums again. The hand smoothing over my back settles around the base of my neck for a minute. It feels possessive. Like a statement. I’m not sure why, but that’s the distinct impression I feel.
“That’s it, little kit,” he murmurs softly, teeth dragging along my bare neck. “Ride me.”
I didn’t realize I was moving, but now that he’s said something, I feel my body rocking on his lap. Moving his cock inside me just enough that he’s rubbing all my walls. Sending tingles like welding sparks throughout my body. They’re beginning to take hold and smolder.
It’s just enough to keep me moving, needing more. My fingers dig into his back, legs tightening around him, which means I’m engaging my ass muscles, and I gasp at the way his cock somehow feels bigger now. Like every time I tighten around him, Arek’s dick grows inside me.
“This is why I knew you were mine the moment I pushed my dick into you,” he says, voice low and growly. “No one has ever felt so fucking good.”
Because we’re sitting on my bed, there’s no room for big movements.
Nothing but gentle rocking, rubbing. I hold on to him so tightly that my arms shake as I grind down on his dick.
The smoldering sparks have ignited, and pleasure builds deep in my gut.
It floods me in a wave, but just before it bursts free, my bathroom door flies open, and my sister walks into the room.
“Ky, I—oh my god. What the fuck?” She backs up and disappears behind the door, though she doesn’t shut it.
Arek’s hands tighten on me as I jerk in his hold. Maybe trying to jump off his lap.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kole shouts, her voice taking on that high, dangerous tone before her claws come out.
“You really want to stay there and watch me get your brother off?” Arek asks calmly. “I won’t judge you if that’s your kink.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re not the twin I want, so thanks but no thanks.”
“Van Doren, I’m going to murder you!”
“I approve of your enthusiastic protectiveness of your brother. However, you have exactly thirty seconds to decide whether you want to witness his orgasm or let us finish in private.”
Kole hesitates. I stare in horror at the door. It closes with a snap a beat later, and I shudder.
“I should—”
“No,” Arek says, and both his hands smooth along my back. A gentle touch, in direct contrast to the single word said in a tone that doesn’t allow room for negotiation.
He gently pulls me back so I’m forced to look into his eyes. I’ve always thought he was cold and empty. There’s no life on his face. No expression. Even when he smiles, it’s more chilling than anything else.
So close, I don’t see anything different, but it still feels different. He feels open, even if there’s no change.
“Your sister will wait,” he says. “You’re going to come on my dick, and I’m going to bury my load deep in your ass. Understand?”
I swallow, cheeks burning. Something he doesn’t miss because one of his thumbs runs over my cheek, which does nothing more than make my skin heat even more.
“Ride me, Kylen.”
He doesn’t make me move on him. We sit still for a long minute.
I’m not sure he’s actually giving me an option in this.
There was nothing he said that sounded like there was room for discussion.
But he doesn’t force me to move on him. He doesn’t move inside me.
We sit still with his dick that feels like it belongs on an orc or something lodged in my body, making me ache and throb.
Closing my eyes, I take a breath and concentrate back on the way we’re connected. The feel of his hands smoothing over my body—touching me. Memorizing my shape and the feel of me. His breath ghosts over my lips.
Once again, I don’t realize I’m moving until a warm, pleasure-filled moan escapes.
Slowly, I release the embarrassment of my sister catching us like this and lose myself in Arek.
His teeth sink into my skin, lightly but hard enough that I feel the sting.
Each bite adds a puff of oxygen to my arousal until it finally overflows.
Unlike every other time we’ve had sex, this orgasm feels slow and drawn out.
My head falls back as I moan, my body jerking on his dick to keep stimulation feeding my pleasure.
Arek’s mouth moves over my neck, his hands on my sides, my ribs, holding me while he licks and sucks along my exposed collarbone.
He brings me into his arms after and takes over our movement.
I expect him to get harsh and rough as he has been every time before, but nothing truly changes about how we’re fucking.
He’s still slow, but instead of my rocking, grinding motions, he’s thrusting in shallow jerks of his hips until he fills my body with his release, just as he said he was going to do.
Then he holds me to him as we catch our breath.
“What time is your first class?” Arek asks, and I have a feeling he’s only asking so I don’t get uneasy that he’s been stalking me. I have a feeling he already knows where I am every second of every day.
I press my face into his neck and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent that belongs to Arek Van Doren. It fills my lungs and bleeds into my head. My body relaxes in his hold. Arek may give off the most unhinged vibes, but right now, all I feel is safe, warm, and wanted.
“Eight-forty,” I answer.
“Go take a shower. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes. We have a long day today.”
“We do?”
Arek hums as he stands, keeping me in his arms until I reluctantly let my feet drop. His dick falls out, and I wince at the strange, slippery sensation. I cringe uncomfortably when his cum drips down my leg.
That’s gross.
Face scrunched, I meet his eyes, unsurprised to find Arek likes his cum dripping from my body. “Why is it a long day?” I ask. “I have classes. Don’t you?”
“We’re going to get breakfast, then I’ll walk you to class. After class, we’re going to the clinic.”
I tense. “Why?”
“Because I’m never wearing a condom with you again, and I think that makes you uneasy, so to ease your mind, we’re going to get tested.”
“I think… shouldn’t we…”
“Talk about it? No, it’s not negotiable.”
I stare into his dark eyes and know that’s a big, BIG red flag. His thumb skims my warm cheek as he cups the side of my face. My eyes flutter closed as he leans down to brush a soft kiss over my mouth, and I sigh.
“We’ll talk about it, but it won’t change the fact that I’m not wearing one again with you. I understand that conversation is important, and I’ll make sure we communicate, though I’m not… good at communicating.”
I don’t know why, but that makes me smile. My smile turns into laughter, and I lean forward. My forehead rests against the side of his jaw.
“You’re mine, Kylen. You’ve been mine since you gave me your virginity.”
“Oh my god,” I whine, feeling like my entire body was just set on fire. “You knew?”
“Not until I pushed inside you. I should have stretched you more. I tried to be gentle when I realized.”
I bury my face into his neck again to hide from my embarrassment.
“I knew then,” Arek says quietly, one hand firmly around my back, but the other buried in my hair. “I knew I would do anything to keep you.”
Do I tell him that I wouldn’t change my first time for anything? It was the first sexual experience that felt good, and I want to keep the memory forever.