Chapter 5 #2
“Stop.” I tried to shove him off me. He didn’t budge. I was so weak compared to him.
The movement of his two fingers stroking my inner walls was making me squirm, his thumb brushing over my clit. Everything was so wet now, swollen and sensitive after my orgasm. I felt my body ramping up again, Mason’s touch putting pressure on that perfect spot.
Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me? Why do I keep trying to give it to you?
Mason’s palm slid to my throat and he pressed down, keeping me pinned below him.
Stealthily, my hand slipped off the seat, my fingers searching the floorboard until I gripped the handle of my knife just under the passenger seat. My palm was sweating against the metal, my pulse flying too fast beneath Mason’s fingers digging into the hollow of my throat.
I flicked the knife open and swung it towards Mason’s throat, pressing the flat side of the blade just below his Adam’s apple before he could blink.
His pupils expanded further at the kiss of the cold steel.
“I like you,” he said, and he sounded horrifyingly genuine.
This is too much for me.
I swallowed, feeling the pressure of his palm still on my throat. My eyes were wide, lips parted. Mason’s fingers were still buried inside of me, and I was only making them slicker, my pussy clenching around them. Everything was overwhelming me, all my thoughts a chaotic jumble.
Fuck, I don’t know what to do.
“Mason,” I said carefully. “Stop.”
But he wasn’t stopping. I had no idea if I even wanted him to. My limbs were shaking.
I tilted my knife so the sharp side of the blade was touching his warm skin, but didn’t press hard enough to cut him.
The knowledge that I could cut him if I wanted to was enough to make me feel safer.
His fabric-clad erection was brushing my thigh as he moved his hips forward, cornering me further.
My mind was so fucking confused.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d just been literally unconscious, or if it was because Mason was giving me goddamn whiplash, or if it was because my past was stabbing through my present, or if it was because of something else I couldn’t name.
But I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as I stared up at Mason, looming over me like a stormcloud.
He was eclipsing everything safe and replacing it all with whatever he was made of.
And then Mason was letting go of me, fumbling to get his shorts pulled down and spring his cock free. I couldn’t stop my mouth from dropping open as my pulse fluttered. God, he was big.
“Just stay there,” he gritted out.
Mason wrapped a strong hand around his shaft and began pumping himself, the muscles in his forearm flexing below his skin with each motion of his wrist.
It happened so fast.
One second I was watching him jack off over me, and the next my knife had slipped an inch, slicing his skin.
Mason’s nostrils flared and he grabbed my wrist, then pressed his tongue to the blade of the knife, licking his blood right off it without an instant of hesitation. I could hardly breathe, but not because he was choking me again.
Because I swore his blood was glistening with tiny threads of gold.
But I didn’t get a chance to confirm it because Mason snatched his shirt off the seat and held it to his neck to cover the bleeding.
He moved his hand faster, stroking his dick as his hips twitched and his breath got choppy.
My breathing worsened and I sank my teeth into my lower lip so hard it hurt, my fingers trembling without the handle of my knife to grip.
Mason’s head tipped back, all his muscles tight and straining. He was gorgeous.
He furrowed his brows as he finally came with a low groan, painting my stomach with thick ropes of cum, watching himself come all over me. I watched his dick pulsing, half-wishing he’d just fucked me instead of doing that.
Mason hung his head, breathing hard, his taut skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat.
For a minute, the only sound was our joined breathing and the rain on the windows.
“I’ll take you to the bus stop,” Mason said, breaking the silence as he tucked his cock back into his shorts. “You can keep my clothes.”
“Okay,” I said, shakily pushing myself to sit up. I knew I should’ve felt relieved—and I did—but some part of me was disappointed.
Mason’s scent was still filling the car and sticking to my skin.
He grabbed our clothes from wherever they’d landed around the car and pulled his hoodie on before helping me get dressed, wiping his cum off my stomach with his t-shirt.
The collar of his hoodie partly covered the small scratch I’d left on his neck, but the scab forming looked normal from what I could see.
I maneuvered over the center console to get back in the passenger seat, and Mason walked around the outside of the car. The bus stop wasn’t very far from here, so our drive was short.
“Are you pissed at me for cutting you?” I asked, unable to keep the words inside. It would be extremely hypocritical if he was mad, though, after all the shit he’d just done to me. Plus, it was an accident.
“No,” he answered shaking his head. “It was hot.” He looked at me. “And I know you didn’t mean to.”
We were at the bus stop now. It was still drizzling, but not the same downpour as before. This bus stop was covered, at least.
“Make sure you shower tonight,” Mason said as I reached for the door handle.
“What? Do you have diseases or something?”
“No, it’s not that. Just do it.”
“Wha—”
“Your first day of classes is sometime this week?”
I nodded, my mouth snapping shut.
“Then do it.”