Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
HALLIE
The two weeks of sneaking around with Silas were finally over. He fucked me anyway he could, and as much as I was obsessed with him, a flame of hate still burned over my skin.
I was always told rage sex was the best, but to actually participate in it… well.
“What time are your friends over, sweetie?” Loretta snaps me back into the room.
“Five, are you sure you don’t mind us hosting here?”
“Of course not, I have even read this month’s book,” she wiggles her brow.
“Oh yeah?” I half laugh, half try and swallow down the lump that’s lodged in my throat.
“Yeah,” she winks as she hands me a fresh cup of coffee, “that confession scene with her step-brother… my goodness,” her cheeks burn.
“I know,” I pick the skin around my fingers and drop my head.
Little does she know I have fucked my step-brother, numerous times.
“Speaking of step-brothers,” and my head snaps up, “are you glad he is leaving tonight?”
“So glad,” I nod, taking a mouthful of my drink.
“You seemed to tolerate each other a little better though,” she smiles, turning her back on me as she cleans down the sides.
“Did we?”
Probably because we’ve fucked each other senseless .
“Yeah,” she spins, “it was nice to see.”
I nod, taking another mouthful before she disappears and my chest aches.
I think I actually will miss him.
Maybe.
Or maybe just his huge cock.
My friends definitely lied… there is nothing small about Silas Tucker.
It had just turned three and Loretta dumps a bag of clothes on my lap.
“What’s this?” I turn to look over the back of the sofa at her with a furrowed brow.
“Can you run those down to the station for me? Silas was meant to take them today and I just don’t have the time…”
I sigh.
“Sure.”
She doesn’t ask a lot of me.
She really is a saint and in some weird kind of way, I needed to see him. Wanted to see him.
Grabbing the black bin bag, I push to my feet and walk out towards my dad’s truck.
Walking out to the streets, I unlock the truck and slip inside and pull straight onto the road. The drive isn’t long, but with each second I draw closer, the more my heart thumps.
Pulling into a layby, I grab the bag and drag it across the centre of the truck and slam the door behind me.
Pushing my sunglasses up my nose, I am wearing a denim skirt, sneakers and a cropped white tee with my hair in a high pony.
Silas’ favourite outfit apparently.
Walking into the station, I push my glasses onto the top of my head and look around.
“Silas?” I call out and my voice echoes through. Moving forward and to where the engines sit, I hear a noise coming from the little back office.
Smiling, I knock on the open door softly and there he is.
Sitting in a tight black tee, his bunker gear and heavy boots.
I would be lying if I said he didn’t look hot.
My pussy was wet from just looking at him.
“Well, what brings you here Little Trouble?” he licks his lips and then looks at the two handsome guys beside him.
“Clothes from your mum,” I cock my head to the side and dump the bag at my feet.
“Aren’t you a good girl driving all the way down here… I think it was more because you missed me… am I right?” he goads, and the guys laugh next to him.
I let my eyes linger on the one to his left a little longer, dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and sun kissed skin.
“No, your mum told me about the guys that worked here… thought I could do with being wined, dined and…” I smirk, “well you know what the saying is, don’t you Silas?”
And the smile soon drops from his face and his eyes turn thunderous.
“I’m Hallie, Silas’ step-sister, hi,” I smile widely as I step towards where they’re sitting and hold my hand out.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” he looks me up and down as he stands and takes me hand, “I’m Clint.”
“Hello Clint,” I bat my lashes at him as he stands tall.
Placing my hand on his chest, my smile slips for a moment.
“So how about it? Fancy taking a girl out?”
He looks down at me, boyish grin spreading across his face, his eyes volleying between mine.
“Sure thing, how does tomorrow work?” he whispers, his hand gently resting on my hip and I know it’s taking everything in Silas not to react.
“Tomorrow works perfectly, I can’t wait,” I press up onto my tiptoes and place a soft kiss on his cheek.
But that’s all I manage as I feel Silas’ arms wrap around my waist and throw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I scream, kicking my legs and hitting my hands against his toned, muscly back.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growls and storms me out of the room and into what looks like a changing room. Fireman hats hang, boots kicked over and light wood benches.
He places me down roughly and I lose my footing slightly, but manage to catch myself by grabbing the fireman’s pole.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap, walking towards him and slapping his cheek which releases a low chuckle as his head spins around to look at me.
“Claiming what is mine,” his voice is low as he walks towards me, pushing me against the pole.
“I’m not yours,” I spit in his face, but he doesn’t wipe it away, he just smiles. “I will never be yours,” I pant as his fingers dig into the bare flesh of my thigh.
“That’s where you’re wrong Little Trouble,” he leans into me, “you’ll always be mine.” And before I can protest, he grabs my hips and spins me around, so my back is to his front. “Hold onto the pole.”
I should be saying no, I should be fighting back.
But I don’t.
I do as he says.
Wrapping my clammy fingers around the cool pole, he reaches for the hem of my skirt and tugs it up and over my hips.
“Fuck,” he drawls out, his fingers hooking in my lace panties as he pulls them down my legs and leaves them around my ankles.
“You enjoy making me jealous, Hallie?” his lips are by my ear, his palm rubbing over my bare ass cheek, and I shake my head. “Don’t lie to me, you knew what you were doing… was you going to fuck him in front of me as well you teasing little slut?” and his hand lifts and slaps against my ass cheek causing me to cry out.
“Tell me the truth,” the sound of his pants being pushed down has me clenching my pussy. “Do you enjoy making me jealous?” he asks again, the head of his thick and swollen cock stretching my soaked cunt.
“Yes,” I shudder on my whisper just as he spanks me again.
“Did you think about what it would be like to fuck him?” he whispers, teasing his cock in my pussy and I whimper, fingers tightening around the pole.
I keep quiet, eyes rolling in the back of my head as his hand wraps around my pony and tugs my head back, his cock edging a little further into me.
Slap .
“Answer me brat,” he grunts, the tip of his cock pulsing at my entrance.
“Yes,” and I am ashamed to admit it.
Slap .
My eyes sting as he spanks me, but it feels too good.
“You like that don’t you, Hallie?” he teases, “Like my hand meeting your ass.”
I nod, whimpering, silently begging for his cock to be inside of me but instead, he pulls away. His fingers slap against my swollen clit as he spreads my legs further, wider, opening me up and that’s when I feel his tongue, swirling and burying inside my cunt as he plays with my clit.
“Silas,” I breathe, tilting my hips back.
“You want to tease me,” he nips at my sensitive lips, his finger still circling my clit.
“I’ll tease you back,” he groans before slipping two fingers inside of me, pushing to his feet.
“You are mine, Hallie. Don’t even think about at another man, let alone look at one either.”
“Yes,” I am pathetic.
He teeters my orgasm on the edge of the cliff and every time I am ready to plunge, he stops.
“Tell me how much you want me, Little Trouble,” his fingers slip in and out of my dripping pussy in a slow and torturous manner. “Tell me how much you want my cock buried in your tight little cunt.”
“More than the air I breathe,” I admit and my body trembles as he slips his fingers from me.
Spinning me around, his eyes are dark and full of anger.
“Don’t ever fucking make me jealous again,” he whispers as he lifts me effortlessly, tugging my panties off my ankles and my legs wrap around his waist. “Hold on to the pole,” he lifts his chin, and I do, I lift my arms above my head and wrap my fingers around the pole.
He pins me with his hips and roughly tugs my crop top up around my neck, my full tits out and my nipples hard.
“Fuck, look at you all sexy and shit,” he groans, his hand groping my tit roughly, squeezing my nipple into his hot mouth.
I circle my hips, desperate to have him, desperate for him to put the fire that is radiating through my body out into nothing.
“So fucking needy,” he whispers, looking at me through his lashes before he gives the same attention to my other tit.
“Please,” I beg and my cheeks flame, my arms already beginning to ache.
“Not yet,” he whispers, dusting his lips back and forth.
“Do you still hate me?” his fingers glide underneath me, taking some of the weight as he teases the head of his cock inside my pussy.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good,” he growls and I don’t miss the venomous tone as he slams his cock into me, making me gasp as he fills me in one move.
His hands are on my hips, my eyes are watching as his cock slides in and out of my pussy, everything aches, everything burns but fuck does it feel amazing.
“Your tight cunt is stretched out, look how pretty you look being filled with me, no one could ever fuck you like I do, Hallie, no one,” he whispers, his own eyes watching as he fills me in hard and punishing pounds.
“I’m so close,” I sob and he growls, his voice vibrating in his throat.
“Make a mess, you’re good at that.”
And I nod, watching the whole time as he fucks me.
Craning his neck, he spits onto my pussy and I choke out a moan as I watch it drip and mix with my arousal.
“I want to eat your cunt so bad, and I will, I am going to sneak up and fucking devour you. I want you riding my face as I drink your cum, your tight little pussy is going to get destroyed,” and his dirty promises push me over the edge. Finally .
He feels everything tighten, his hips pick up speed as his cock slams in and out of me, hard, punishing pounds and I am coming. Spiralling, my moans filling the room as he fills me full of him and not stopping until he is satisfied.
Slowly lowering me down, he places a kiss on my forehead then steps back and looks between my legs. Cunt all wet and messy, skirt still hanging around my waist, and a little puddle of mess on the floor.
“Keep that cunt nice and full, I’ll be back for more later,” he promises as he pulls his bunk gear up and pushes his braces over his shoulders. “Fuck,” he groans as he steps back, “you look so pretty just fucked,” he winks and walks out of the room.
Once I have composed myself, I walk back into where they were sitting and all eyes are on me, but Silas’ are burning.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Clint, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods, rubbing his hands down his thighs.
“Silas has my number,” I wink and before he can get his greedy hands on me again, I spin and rush out of the room and into the truck.
Fuck, he is such a high.