Aspen
Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut for once?
Then again, Quinton wouldn’t use a free-for-all hour to have a chat about my book. He came here to hurt me and play out his sick fantasies. No matter what I do or say, we always end up here… with Q eyeing me like I’m a lamb ready for the slaughterhouse.
“Turn around,” he orders, his voice more raspy than usual.
Against every fiber in my body, I spin around slowly until my back is turned to him all the way.
At least I can momentarily let my mask slip.
It’s tiring to pretend not to be scared.
No matter how much I tell myself that this is the better option, knowing that I’m giving my virginity to someone who loathes me is not what I wanted.
Especially not here, in this shithole of a room that doesn’t even have a real bed.
Which means that not only will my first time be with Quinton, but it will also be on a dirty floor of a school I hate.
Tears prick at my eyes, but I blink them away.
I’m not gonna cry about this. At least it’s my choice, and it’s not Matteo forcing me.
I’m so lost in thought that I flinch when Quinton touches my back.
“Relax,” he grunts as if him ordering me to relax would actually work.
He grabs my hips and pulls me even closer to him until my legs are wedged between his.
My breath hitches when his hands move to my ass, massaging each cheek before spreading them apart like he is inspecting me.
I feel so exposed and humiliated, I could cry, and I’m so fucking glad I’m turned away from him because there is no way I could hide the way I’m feeling right now.
“Sit on my lap,” Quinton directs while already pulling me down onto him.
My cold, naked skin meets the welcoming warmth of his fully clothed body, and I lean back on instinct, trying to get closer.
He wraps his arms around me from behind, cupping my breasts in his palms as he buries his face in my hair.
“Move your hips, grind your ass over my dick.”
Closing my eyes, I start to shimmy my butt, dragging it over his already hard cock. He groans, letting his hands fall from my breasts, and grabs my hips instead, guiding me to move the way he wants.
“Like this,” he says, returning to play with my tits while I keep the rhythm he set.
He rolls both of my nipples between the tips of his fingers, making me gasp with shock. It’s almost painful, but not quite. Goose bumps spread across my skin, and for the first time, it’s not from being cold. A low heat builds deep in my core, and it’s one I’ve never felt before.
That heat evaporates into thin air when Quinton opens his mouth again, ruining the moment. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
My body goes stiff, only making him chuckle.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet.
I’ll even make you come as long as you do as I say.
” I know he is patronizing me, but his words set off a swarm of butterflies in my belly.
No one has ever made me come, and if he lets me enjoy this too, it won’t be so bad.
Maybe I can pretend that I didn’t sell my virginity, even if it is for safety.
“Spread your legs and hook them over mine.”
As instructed, I let my legs fall open and dangle over his spread knees. Cold air washes over my exposed center, sending a shiver down my spine. He repositions me slightly, so his hard cock is nestled between my ass cheeks. Again, I’m glad I’m facing away so he can’t see my face redden in shame.
His right hand moves from my boob back down, over my stomach, then lower and lower. His fingers brush over my spread folds, and I freeze, my body going rigid again as his fingertips run over my clit slowly.
“I didn’t say to stop moving,” he whispers into the shell of my ear while he leisurely draws small circles over the small bundle of nerves.
“Sorry… I…” I what? I can’t think with him doing that. My brain seems to be fried at the moment. I try to continue rolling my hips like he showed me, but my movements are choppy and uncontrolled now.
His skilled finger dips lower, and he starts circling my entrance.
I briefly wonder if I should tell him I’m a virgin, but I’m pretty sure he already knows.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.
Plus, I don’t think it would change anything, so I simply keep my lips sealed and hope he won’t be too rough.
He enters me slowly, and I still once more, unable to move another inch. My breathing is labored like I’ve just run a marathon, even though all I did was shimmy my ass a little.
“Relax,” he growls, pulling me closer to his chest at the same time as he pushes his finger deeper.
“I’m trying,” I say, but it comes out more like a whining sound.
He pulls his finger out slightly just to push it back in a little deeper, drawing a whimper from my lips. Then he suddenly stops.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks like he is shocked by the possibility.
“Yes,” I huff out.
For a long moment, he is quiet. His finger remains buried in my pussy, but he doesn’t move. I don’t know why, but I feel like I have to explain myself.
“Is it really that much of a surprise to you? I’m only eighteen… and my life has been a little crazy for the past year.” I whisper the last part, not wanting to remind him of my father’s betrayal while his finger is buried inside me.
“So you’re gonna let me fuck this virgin cunt?” he asks, starting to move again.
“Y-Yes,” I stutter as he continues thrusting his finger into me.
He briefly takes it out, just to reenter using two fingers. I try to remain relaxed, but two fingers are stretching my tight opening now, and it takes a moment to get over the discomfort. To adjust to the intrusion, Quinton starts rubbing his palm over my clit while fingering me.
At the new sensation, I throw my head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. He continues to use his palm and fingers to stimulate me, driving me further to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, I’m not cold anymore. I’m hot, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I’m ready to burst at the seams.
I’m almost there, so close to release, I can taste it. He pushes me all the way to the cliff, but right before I’m going to tip over, he stops and pulls his hand away. A disappointed whimper escapes my mouth, and I regret it immediately.
His chest rumbles with a laugh as he pushes me off his lap. “Go get the pillow.”
On unsteady feet, I pad across the room and grab the pillow from my sleeping spot. When I turn back around, I find Quinton pulling down his shorts, his very hard cock springs free, and I automatically clutch onto the pillow, holding it in front of me like a barrier.
“Put the pillow here,” he points at the ground between his feet, “and get on your knees.”
This is the lesser of two evils… I keep reminding myself, but my body protests as I drop the pillow and get on my knees. Memories from the other night rush back, and all the warmth I felt earlier vanishes, leaving behind an icy coldness.
“I’m not gonna make you use your mouth since I went to the gym right before I came here, but I want you to jerk me off.
” Quinton grabs my upper arms surprisingly gently and positions me just the way he wants to.
He closes his legs enough to where they are pressed against my sides, lending my chilled skin some much-needed warmth.
“Oh,” I say, kind of surprised. I wonder how much time has passed since we started, which makes me realize I don’t even know what time we started. “What time is it? I mean… I didn’t check…” I stumble over my words, more nervous than before now that he can see my face.
“Don’t worry about the time. I won’t keep you longer than an hour.”
“Is this all you want me to do?” I glance around the room, trying to look anywhere but him.
“I don’t know yet. Depends how well you do.”
“I’ve never done this before.” I half expect him to laugh again, or at least make a snarky remark, but he simply grabs my wrist and holds it up.
“Start with spitting in your hand.”
“What?” I sneak a peek at his face to make sure he isn’t making fun of me. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, spit on your palm.” Gathering saliva in my mouth, I hold open my hand and spit in it while he watches me with hungry eyes. “Now wrap your hand around my dick and stroke it up and down.”
Even though I feel weird doing it, I follow his directions and use my wet hand to grab his length. The spit starts to make sense when I realize how easily my hand slides up and down, and now I feel stupid for not knowing this before.
My inexperience never bothered me before. I just had so much stuff going on in my life that sex and boyfriends were the last things on my mind.
“That’s good,” he praises. “A little faster.” I pick up speed and watch with heightened curiosity how Quinton’s face contorts in pleasure. His eyes are closed, and I take that moment to really take him in. He is as beautiful as he is evil. A perfect disguise for a predator.
As if he hears me thinking about him, his eyes fly open, and I look away, feeling caught even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, wrapping his large hand over mine. “Open,” he grits out again while starting to jerk himself even faster, tightening his grip around both my hand and his cock.
I let my mouth fall open. Quinton lifts his free hand and grabs the back of my head, holding me in place right in front of him.
“Fuck… keep your mouth open,” he growls at me.
Threading my hair through his fingers, he tugs on it slightly as ropes of cum start to shoot from the tip of his mushroom head onto my lips, face, and into my mouth.
Thick, salty liquid hits my tongue, and Quinton’s pleasured groan echoes through the room.
“Swallow it.”
Closing my mouth, I swallow the bitter cum, trying not to cringe at the taste.
“Good girl. Now don’t move.” He scoots the chair back and gets up, leaving me to kneel on top of the pillow with my hands in my lap like some kind of sex slave. My stomach sinks. Is that what I am? A sex slave?