Chapter 45 Sutton #2
She turns her head slightly, frowning. “What?”
“Me paenitet—it causes me to regret.”
“What does?”
“Well, when it comes to you, there is no shortage of things to choose from.”
That makes her blink and shrink away. “Wow. Did you come here to make me feel worse?”
“No, that was not my intention. In fact, I don’t really know why I came.
I thought space was what you’d want after I made an ass of myself, and no, I didn’t go to your dorm out of respect for your and your roommate’s privacy.
I could have stayed late outside your other classes and dragged you into the shadows, but I figured that would just be more of what you didn’t want—more secrets, more sneaking around.
But you know, you could have come to me. ”
“I didn’t hurt your feelings!” she insists, pointing at me with her index finger, jabbing it into my chest. The pills and heating pad fall to the ground, and I catch her wrist in my hand.
“I didn’t imply you’d be satisfied with a sexual favor or make it seem like that’s all you were capable of. Why would I need to seek you out?”
“You’re right. But dammit, Elle, you can’t just fucking run off and expect that to be the end of it. I don’t mind chasing you, but I need you to communicate.”
Her eyes are wide with the intensity of her rage. She lets out a strange noise, staring at me in horror as tears well up and begin sliding down her cheeks, like she isn’t even sure why she’s crying or how to stop it.
My heart cracks. God, what a fucking number Hollywood did on her.
Shame coats her features, and she yanks against my hold, trying to escape.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers brokenly, shaking her head.
“I know that’s what people think of me. It’s what sent me away from LA, and I know I did that to myself, but I’d hoped you’d see me differently.
I don’t want to be some coed you can fuck and move on from.
I–I want more. I want you to think I’m more, and I want to be more. ”
Wiping the tears away with my thumb, I press a harsh kiss to her mouth.
“I was being an insecure ass when I said that shit. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me knowing I don’t deserve even an ounce of your attention.
And it wasn’t right of me to use that against you, no matter what my own feelings were. ”
She sniffles, nodding. “I know. I think you just terrify me. I’ve never…”
I shake my head as she trails off, cupping her cheeks.
“Me neither.” Leaning in, I kiss the tip of her nose, slowly moving up to her eyelids.
As they close, I press a kiss to each one, reveling in how she grows a little less stiff with each gesture.
“Tell me what you want me to do if it’ll help prove how sorry I am. I’ll do it. Anything at all.”
She remains quiet, allowing me to continue my trail of kisses on the underside of her jaw.
“You want me to announce myself as your boyfriend to the whole school? I’ll do it. They’re already investigating me anyway. Why not get ahead of the curve?”
Pulling back, her brows knit together. “They’re investigating you?”
“Evidently, Pythia’s been posting about some professor getting hot and heavy with one of his students.”
“Pythia’s a cunt,” she breathes.
“That she is.” My mouth descends on her neck, my fingers tugging at her sweater so I can kiss her collarbone, and then I keep sliding down her body.
She catches herself on her hands as I drag my lips over the full swell of her tits, hidden beneath her clothing.
Her nipples harden beneath a rush of cold air as I push the material up, exposing her lush tits to my hungry gaze.
“Sutton, we shouldn’t be doing this here.”
Ignoring the concern, I suck as much of her tit into my mouth as I can fit. My nostrils flare as her head falls back, the slender curve of her neck so enticing that I raise back up and sink my teeth into it.
Her hand comes to my hair, fisting at my nape, and I grunt into her skin.
“What do you need from me, baby?” I murmur, my cock throbbing. This was supposed to be a mere apology, but my body seems to have missed the memo.
Self-control goes out the window when she’s concerned.
Overhead, the trees whisper with the weight of a cool breeze. Elle shivers, leaning back on her palms as she stares at me.
“I–I don’t know,” she says.
“You don’t know? Need me to show you?”
She swallows, nodding, and I grin against her.
I’m not even thinking about the fact that we’re in broad daylight and not particularly hidden depending on where you’re at in the forest. I glance over my shoulder at the trees, aware that more activity happens during the evenings and we’re probably not going to be alone long enough for it to matter.
But I also don’t give a single fuck.
When she nods her approval, motioning toward her feet, I kneel on the rock and lift her left foot in one hand.
Slowly, I bring it up, watching as she leans back on her elbows more. I slip her Mary Janes off, peeling her tights off as well, and touch my lips to the top of her foot.
“Too cold?” I ask.
A single shake of her head is all I need.
Stomach tight with desire, I take my time, wetting my mouth before bringing it to her skin. As I withdraw, I let my tongue slip out, sliding up and over her ankle, keeping that leg in the air.
She jolts when my tongue caresses the inside of her calf. “Hey, wait, what are you—”
“I haven’t gotten to taste you all damn week,” I breathe, continuing my ascent, nibbling in different spots as I go.
She bends her other knee, trying to bar me access, but I shove her skirt up and bat her hands away, planting a wet kiss to her lace-covered cunt, sucking the fabric in along with her clit.
Her sudden squeal of surprise fills the air, speaking to the trees. I hope they can keep a secret of passion as well as they do ones of violence.
Love is violence, though, in its own way. Love has the power to end everything, yet we chase it, expecting that it will fix and cure instead.
Shit. Why am I thinking about love?
My face heats, and I roughly tug her panties aside, sealing my mouth over her cunt to try and dispel the thought.
She cries out, and I moan into her, letting that sound cascade down my back in waves. Arousal spools tight, making me dizzy.
I’m fucking intoxicated by her—the scent of her skin, the softness of it beneath me, the noises she makes. All I can focus on is her.
Tearing myself from between her legs, I crawl up her body, panting heavily. She’s flushed, glaring at me, and as I open my pants, fishing my cock out, I coax her thigh over my waist, unable to stop needing more.
I’m afraid nothing will ever be enough.
She bites down on her knuckles, sheepish. “This is a really bad idea. What if someone comes?”
“Let them,” I say, fisting my length and nudging into her sopping entrance. That first inch sinks inside, and I grit my teeth, desperately clinging to whatever’s left of my sanity. “I’m going to make sure you do either way.”
Her inner muscles spasm around me as she chokes out a laugh. She captures her bottom lip in her teeth as I push deeper, sheathing myself fully with a languid moan of approval.
“God,” I huff, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. “You fit me so fucking perfectly, temptress. So fucking snug I should just stay here forever.”
She forces herself to clamp down even more, and I see stars in my vision. With her bare foot, she prods at my ass, encouraging me silently. I slide my hands up the length of her arms, pinning them above her head and tangling our fingers together, and thrust slowly.
So slow and deep, ensuring she feels every single inch.
Her tits bounce with each shift of my hips. I realize a beat too late that the rocky ground probably isn’t the most comfortable place for her, but when I go to move so she’s on top, she just shakes her head, pulling me all the way back in and keeping me there.
“This is what I want to feel,” she whispers, urging me to move, her mouth falling open when I obey. “You surrounding me, invading my senses, writhing on top of me—all of it. That way, if anyone is watching, they see it too. They’ll know who you belong to. That I’m your Maiden.”
“Fuck me,” I say, scraping my teeth against her jaw, her cheek, her ear. Anything I can get access to as I piston harder, canting my hips until she’s a trembling, soaked mess.
Releasing her hands, I grab both legs, cupping behind her knees and spreading them while I continue fucking her. I bite down on one calf, trying to stave off my arousal as it pumps through me, threatening detonation.
She swallows, toying with her choker necklace. “You’re close?”
I nod, moving harder, faster, chasing that spot that makes her eyes roll back.
Grinning, Elle paws at her own breast, then reaches between us and starts rubbing her clit. She tightens around me, and I groan against her leg, my control unraveling.
“Do it,” she commands, her own mouth slackening.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“How bad do you want it?”
Something stutters in my chest. “So bad. Please, Elle, I need to come. I want to fill you up so much that it all just leaks out while I’m still plugged inside you.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
I feel her constrict, spasming around me, and am spilling before she’s even finished cresting her own orgasm, like I can’t deny even the simplest of requests.
My cum floods her cunt, and she greedily sucks it up, coaxing out as much as she possibly can with her own release. With her head tipped back, baring her neck to me again, I swoop in and bite down on the space above her necklace.
A red mark in the shape of my teeth forms, bright against her pale skin. I slide my tongue over it, soothing the sting, unsure why I need to mark her so damn bad. As if it’s some primal instinct I can’t resist.
Exhausted, I go to pull out and clean up, but her arms and legs lock around me. “Wait,” she pleads. “Just…stay in me for a second.”
“Even with my cum dripping down your ass?”
She nods, shutting her eyes. “I like the closeness.”
Chuckling, I settle against her once more.
Whatever she needs.