Chapter 20
TWENTY
HANNAH
What the fuck am I doing?
It’s like I lit a match. No, a bomb, because the minute my lips touch his, the world shatters around me.
Rain combines with the taste of tobacco and mint, and when he parts my lips with his tongue, it gets harder to stand.
My arms wrap around his neck, and in one quick swoop, my back hits the tree, the bark rough against my skin. His lips lift for a moment, and it’s agonizing the way I want them back on me.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his heavy breath against my lips. He pulls my arms above my head, pinning them in place as his eyes fall to my breasts, wet from the rain. His damp slacks push against me, and that bulge inside is way too hard to ignore. “I really shouldn’t have done that.”
Does he feel it too? The knot tightening in my stomach? My heart pounding against my chest? Everything inside me screaming for more? “Don’t stop.”
He growls, claiming me with his lips again as thunder claps around us. His hard body presses into me as his lips move to my neck, fireworks igniting in my stomach.
“If you want me to stop, you need to use the safe word.” The word is on the tip of my tongue, his mouth moving lower and lower. “Hannah…” he growls, but the way he says my name only makes it harder.
A gasp escapes me when he tugs the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to him and the elements.
I don’t even care that he popped the straps as he grazes a finger over them.
His mouth follows, my nipples hard under his touch.
He kisses each one before taking one in his mouth, his finger pinching the other.
A moan escapes me as fire burns between my legs. One I need him to quell. Now.
“You like this control I have over you.” His hand leaves my nipple, hard and aching as he moves between my legs.
He tugs my panties to the side before his fingers slide through my slick folds.
He groans against my ear. “You’re always so fucking wet when we're like this.” He pushes his hips into me, harder, the bulge in his pants pressing against my clit.
The hard fabric against my centre makes me rock my hips against him.
“Tell me I control you.” His grip tightens around my wrist, his hand coming to my strands.
He tugs, hard, a ripple of pain mixing with pleasure. “Tell me how badly you want me to.”
“Never.” His grip drops before he grabs a hold of my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. I can feel him more, the movement of his hips teasing my centre, stirring that fire. “Show me how much control you think you have, Rowen.”
“I will,” he growls, the sound of his belt mixing with the sound of the rain against the leaves.
I can’t tell what’s sweat and what’s rain, the heat of his body pressed against mine.
My body begs for more when I feel his bare length against my thigh.
He’s hard, like… really hard. He pushes his hips forward, his cock sliding between my folds.
My body trembles, waiting for him, needing him.
“Do you see what you’ve done to me, Hannah? ”
“Show me.” My words come out a panting, breathy mess.
His body stills, his forehead landing on mine as those eyes pierce into me once more. “Is that what you really want?”
I don’t give myself a second to think about how wrong this is. I don’t give myself a second to calm down. Everything inside me begs for him, and I don't care if I'm proving him right. He's too close to deny it.
"Yes. Please.” I can feel him throbbing between my soaking slit, the tip of his dick right at my entrance.
“What about—”
“I’m on the pill, please just fuck me.” My eyes gaze right into his, a smirk coming across his face.
“You're so fucking pretty when you beg.”
My mouth widens, a loud gasp escaping me when Rye slides inside me. My thighs squeeze around him, his first thrust shallow, slow. His second thrust makes my head fall against the tree before his hand comes to the back of my head, forcing me to look into his dark eyes.
“Unh, unh, Kitten,” he teases. “I want to see how you look when I make you lose control.” His third thrust is hard, deep.
All-consuming.
The weight of the world disappears as ripples of pleasure burst through me. The rain slips through the leaves, making me grip his wet body harder as he finds his rhythm. It’s precise, focused, his cock slamming into me as the grooves and indents of the bark push into my skin.
“That’s it,” he groans, pulling all the way out.
Then he rams into me. “Fuck, you take me so fucking well.” He pulls out again, forcing a scream of pleasure when he plunges into me again.
Then again. He bottoms out with each thrust. Each one like power between my legs.
“You look so fucking good with my cock inside you. Do you feel that?” He groans, a hand under my ass, one against the tree.
It gives him more leverage to pound into me, the clapping of our skin slipping into the melody of the storm.
“It sounds like I’m controlling you, Rye.
” He pivots his hips into me, each thrust taking me closer and closer.
It feels like I’ve popped Molly and valium all at once, my body doing things I’ve never felt before.
“Thought you wanted to make me lose control.” I’m bluffing.
I know it since it takes me slashing my nails across his back to stay grounded in reality.
“You fucking brat.” A hand lands against my throat, my body weightless as he pushes my skin into the wood.
His thrusts quicken, like my words get to him in the best way as I grip to him.
“You might want to shut the fuck up if you want to survive this.” He pushes his thumb up into my mouth, and I can’t help but bite on it.
He smirks, groaning as he drills into me harder.
“I’m going to make sure you always know who’s in control.
” And he’s determined, the way his grip tightens around my throat and my ass like he wants to do more than control me. He wants to own me.
“Fuck!” I cry. I don’t think he can go faster, but he does, my back arching against the wood. But I beg for more. I crave more. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
“Only because you asked nicely.” His head dips, taking my hard nipple into his mouth again. Tingles erupt inside me, flowing to my skin. His thrusts get firmer as he pulls me into him. I can feel every inch. Every vein. Every throb.
“I-I’m gonna—”
“I dare you,” he growls against my chest before claiming my lips again.
“Rye!” I cry against his mouth, my voice lost in another clap of thunder. “Oh, god!” My stomach tightens as his breath becomes ragged. “Yes! Please! Yes!” The ground beneath us shakes, my body tensing on him. "Please, yes!" I'm there, I'm right there!
Everything blurs as I reach that release. My cheeks tingle, my body bursting into glitter. He slides in and out of me, my hips moving with him as my entire body shakes, my wetness coating his cock.
"Oh my fucking god!" He takes it all, holding me tight as I shatter into pieces. I let everything out. Right onto him. The weight of the semester. My friends who abandon me. My family, who don't want anything to do with me. I let it all out on him.
“Now that’s a good girl,” he says. “Do that again for me.” He doesn’t slow his pace. He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath. He doesn’t give me a second to come down before he continues to impale me with his long, throbbing length.
“Fuck!” I cry, losing all control over my body. My legs go limp, my body sagging in his hold as the world goes blank.
He chuckles as I clamp on him again, my eyes rolling back as my body convulses with pleasure. I’m weightless. Flying. I’m on a whole other planet as I ride out this intense feeling.
His words land against my ear, his thrusts slowing. “That’s my girl.” I gasp for air as he wraps his arms around me, his cock still throbbing inside me in a way that prolongs the waves of the aftermath.
We don’t say anything for a while, Rye holding me against the tree, my dress hiked to my waist.
Then I crash down to earth.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck, did we just do that?
Before I can speak, his lips come to my cheek in a way that startles me and comforts me at the same time.
He leans back, his eyes meeting mine. They’re hooded. Glossy. Like he’s in the same trance I’m in. “Did I hurt you?” he asks
His question startles me, too. “Wh-what?”
“Did I hurt you?” he repeats, his words slow and clear like he did indeed mean it.
“No, not this time.” It was the opposite of hurt. Bliss? Ecstasy?
Perfection.
“Why didn’t you stop me, Hannah?”
I blink, and I hate how powerless I sound when I say, “I couldn’t.”
“Get up, we're leaving."
My eyes pop open to the sound of his voice, the morning light leaking through the trees. My eyes adjust to the sun, my back aching, my thighs sore, my lips like they’ve been stung by bees.
The smell of tobacco fills my nose. It blends with the smell of damp earth. Rolling over, Ryung stares at me like a problem he can’t solve, cigarette dangling off his lips. He reaches forward, pulling a twig out of my hair, his bare chest still on display.
“For a queen, you snore like a frog.” He sits with an elbow against his knee, his eyes roaming my face. “You okay?”
My brows knit while I try to get my bearings. Then it all comes roaring back to me. His body pressed against mine. On the tree, on the muddy ground, bent over a nearby rock. Having sex with Rye lasted way longer than the storm. Way longer than I ever intended. One slip-up and I couldn’t get enough.
Am I happy my folks left me on an island? Fuck no. But, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling a weight off my chest that he’s still here.
His eyes fall to my body, and it’s only then I realize I’m wearing his shirt, still damp on my skin. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” It’s like my brain hasn’t caught up with what happened last night. “Of course, I’m okay, no thanks to you.”
“You were screaming something different last night.” My cheeks burn under the sun, Rye’s dark eyes sparkling a shimmer of dark blue in the light.
“Last night was a mistake,” I blurt out the words, even with my legs still weak from his onslaught.
He puffs, his eyes on my face with that same look he had last night. Right before we kissed. “Okay.”
My heart sinks. “Rye, I—”
The sound of a motor comes from nearby, loud enough to cut off my words.
Pushing off the ground, I look towards the dock, wondering if it’s my parents making their return.
The boat comes closer. So does the person driving it.
Mac.
He waves at us, my gaze turning back to Rye.
He smirks. “Told you. I just needed time.”