17. Sabrina
17
SAbrINA
I rocked back, surprised that Nick had kissed me again.
My protest faded as he slammed his lips over mine, quieting me with that brutal and demanding touch. He wasn’t gentle or tender. This wasn’t a slow exploration. Slanting his mouth over mine and stepping toward me so he could wrap his arm around me, he ordered me to pay attention.
I was losing the fight. My resistance to him was waning. Every second that passed in his presence, I weakened more and more, unable to remember why I had to turn him down, why I had to think twice about surrendering to this inexplicable hunger for his touch.
With his lips over mine, kissing me quiet, he ordered me to heed this sizzling chemistry that never stopped between us. He forced me to acknowledge this mounting tension that had me aching and desperate.
No. I can’t.
He pulled back, breathing hard as he stared at me. Lust glittered in his dark eyes, so hooded and mysterious. Water dripped from his hair, dropping onto his lips as he glared at me. Tracing his lip with the tip of his tongue, he almost smiled again. As if he thought he could win me over.
“No. I don’t want?—”
Again, he crushed his mouth over mine. Silencing me with a kiss was a rude thing to do, as if whatever I had to say was inferior to what he wanted. But as he brushed his lips over mine again, I fell under that drugging spell of desire.
Blood rushed through me, making my pussy achy and so sensitive. My nipples beaded under my wet shirt, tortured with the friction against his chest. Already, I was breathless, my heart racing and my head dizzy.
Closing my eyes, I almost kissed him back.
He retreated again, rearing back to stare at me as he hugged me snugly into his embrace. Flush like this, I felt all of him, every wicked, hard ridge of his muscular frame. Instead of wishing he’d listen to me and back off, I savored the sense of security that hit me.
“I don’t want—” I gasped as he dipped down again, cutting me off. Instead of slamming his mouth to mine again, he was slower, gradually lowering toward me at the same time he lifted one hand. He cupped my face, threading his fingers through my hair.
Something about that touch—still gruff and firm—was my undoing. The caress of his callused fingers over my cheek and the back of my neck seemed so delicate that I whimpered when he finally kissed me.
This time, I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t strong enough to stay stiff and stubborn and refuse to react. I didn’t want to deprive myself of his forbidden kisses.
I had no business wanting my bully.
It was wrong to cave to this desire.
But I did.
Moving my lips as I tipped my head up toward his, I kissed him back. I’d never kissed a boy. I’d never dared to lock my lips with a man’s. This was my first time spiraling with need, but I didn’t worry about whether I was doing it right, whether I was clumsy or na?ve.
He growled at my response. Flexing his fingers in my hair, he tugged me against him harder as he kissed me deeper.
I moaned, clutching the front of his wet shirt. Unable to bear any distance between us, I kissed him back and tried not to drown in this lust coursing through my veins and lighting up my every nerve.
He held me to him as he parted his lips from me, leaving mine wet and swollen. Once more, he stared at me, as if daring me to contradict him.
“I don’t want…” I swallowed and furrowed my brow as I lowered my gaze to his lips. It wasn’t fair how he could use this attraction against me. How he could call me a liar. Even now, it was me who leaned in to kiss again.
He met me in the middle, kissing me with so much force and need that I lifted my arms up to drape them over his shoulders. And when he parted his lips and demanded entrance to my mouth, I gasped and reveled in the naughty pleasure of being so bad with my enemy.
Walking me further into the room, he practically carried me through the living room space. I hadn’t paid attention to where he was guiding me out of the storm. It seemed to be a semi-outdoor entertainment space, with couches and chairs. I didn’t care where we were. I just needed this moment with him.
I clung to him, making out with him while my arousal grew and grew. Without a care where he moved, he backed me up until I knocked against a table. Startled at the impact, I looked down and saw the selfie ring light wobbling on the surface.
He pinned me to the piece of furniture, and with my gaze down at what we’d hit, he gripped my chin and made me face him again.
God, the lust on his face. I was the one making him look wild like this. It was my doing, changing him into this desperate beast.
No.
“I don’t want…” I couldn’t finish it.
He leaned back to tug his wet shirt off, but before I could lower my hands to touch his chiseled chest, he gripped my blouse and yanked on it until the thin, wet fabric gave way.
“I don’t…” I closed my eyes as he lowered his mouth to my breast. Latching his lips around my nipple, even through the layer of my thin bra, he drove me wild for more and more.
Biting and nipping, he tormented the hard beads of my nipples. Rubbing and stroking, he teased me under my skirt. He’d slid his hand down, and I wasn’t sure how I could stand the onslaught on my nerves.
I was tense, on fire. Deep within me, I ached and yearned for him to push me even further. I wanted to come. An orgasm waited so close, so dangerously near, and I grew desperate for the sweet release I’d only heard about, only read about.
I’d never come before.
I’d never tried to welcome anything like this in my life of nonstop studying and working.
But now…
He tugged at my panties, shoving them lower, and I shifted my legs to accommodate what he was doing.
Thoughts ceased to matter. I was too far gone in wanting him, in needing him, that I could only gaze at him with impatience and confusion as he stood back up.
“You don’t want this?” he taunted before kissing me again.
Bare beneath my skirt, I shivered at the touch of his hand on the underside of my thigh. He pushed my legs apart and up higher at the same time he ground his erection against me. Thrusting at me, he gave me a wicked preview of what I needed so badly.
Between kisses as he teased me, he stared me down as if waiting for me to finally admit that he had won.
“I don’t want…”
He dragged his hand toward my slick entrance and pushed his finger into my body.
“Oh, fuck.” I whispered it as I hung my head, so destroyed with desire.
Fingering me and kissing me, he proved his point.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered, hating that I could surrender.
I didn’t have time for a guy in my life. But Nick was a necessity I couldn’t ignore any longer. Only fate would be so cruel as to make me want my bully like this, but I gave up trying to understand.
He chuckled, low and gritty, as he picked me up. Holding on to me, he walked me toward the wall and pinned me against it.
“There’s not a chance in hell I’m stopping,” he promised as he kissed me again. He lowered his hands to unzip his jeans. More movement followed as he lowered his clothes. In a haze of lust, I could only kiss him back and cling to him.
It was the touch of his bare cock that startled me, though. He rubbed it over my slit, smearing the cream I’d dripped for him. Feeling the smooth, wide mushroomed head at my entrance should’ve scared me, but I was so desperate for him to make me come that I couldn’t fear this.
I wanted it.
I wanted him.
Despite my better judgment, I needed him to fill me and give me that release that teased me.
“You hear me, Sabrina?” he growled as he positioned his cock at my entrance. “There’s no stopping this.”
Instead of hearing him vocalize it, his words sounding like a conquest, I kissed him and braced for the intrusion.
In a long, hard thrust, he impaled me. His big dick slid into me, stretching me and filling me like I’d never been before.
I cried out, against his mouth. It stung. It hurt. It felt so hot and raw and tense. He couldn’t actually fit like this. But as he kissed me deeper, making me moan for his taste, I acclimated in a flash. Of course, it’d sting the first time, but under his possessive grip, I welcomed him to pound into me again.
And again.
He did, slamming his shaft all the way into me over and over. Back and forth, he moved his hips so he could spear into my wet pussy.
My orgasm drew closer and closer. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t think. All I was left with were the sensations of him stuffing me and pushing me so swiftly to coming. With a blinding intensity of pleasure, the pain of his dick stretching me suddenly shifted to euphoria.
Blissful pleasure rocked through me. And with an intense orgasm, my first, I felt like I was falling and soaring, broken and completed, all at once.
I cried out, arching my back as the strong sensation of release claimed me. So hot. So fierce. So wet. The sounds of my juices and the suction of him plunging his cock into me dragged out the thrill of being so naughty with him like this.
He grunted, rocking into me harder and faster until he followed me. Coming fast, he groaned and kissed me as his dick twitched inside me.
We hadn’t used a condom.
We hadn’t used protection.
Bare like this, with only our lust enveloping us, he came deep inside me and flooded me with his cum.
Goosebumps spread out over his back. He staggered against me, resting his brow against mine. And still, I clung to him.
The enormity of what just happened would hit me later.
I’d had sex with Nick Grant.
I caved, letting this bad boy fuck me against the wall.
Outside, thunder continued to boom and rattle the ground. Torrents of rain pattered on the windows.
As we stood there, catching our breath and shivering from the rush of endorphins from coming, it still seemed like the rest of the world couldn’t reach us.
That in here, just the two of us, we weren’t enemies. He wasn’t my bully in here, but my lover. I wasn’t the target of his cruel intentions, but his recklessly willing girl.
All too soon, he stepped back and helped me stand. No matter how slowly he moved, I couldn’t help but wince at his slipping out of me.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice rough. “There’s some towels…”
I watched him as he lowered his gaze to his dick. Blood glistened on the long, thick shaft. Mixed with our cum, the evidence of my virginity shone under the dim light in the pool house.
“You’re a virgin?” he asked quietly, his tone almost accusatory as he lifted his face. Glowering at me, he waited for an answer.
“I…” I swallowed, missing the heat of his body. Now shame hit me hard, the humiliation and embarrassment that I’d given him my V card like this. “I was,” I retorted weakly. Clearly, I couldn’t claim it anymore. He’d fucked me. I’d let my bully slam into me ruthlessly, and I hated how good it felt.
He furrowed his brow as he backed up. Shaking his head, he didn’t comment as he sought out the towels in the bathroom.
I gave him my V card.
Nick.
Nick Grant, the campus bad boy.
My bully.
Without him here and tempting me, reality crashed into me.
What the fuck have I done?
Panicking that I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life, I shoved my skirt down and hurried toward the door.
Rain sheeted down. Thunder still boomed.
And I ran. Right into the storm and on the quickest way off the Lorsen property, I ran as fast as my shaky legs could carry me.
Sprinting into the brutal weather, I escaped as if my life depended on it.
Because in the back of my mind, simmering with regret, one thought crystalized so clearly that I wanted to scream.
I couldn’t run from what I’d done.
I caved. He’d won.
And I’d lost.
I’d let myself go, losing all sense of my worth and pride.
No matter how fast I dashed away, I couldn’t outrun the fact that I’d let my bully fuck me.
Nor could I dispel the lingering reminder that I’d enjoyed it, too.