Tainted Black - Williams Shanora - Страница 12
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I shook my head. “We don’t have to. It’s no biggie.” I ran around him like I wasn’t just deep in my feelings. He caught my elbow before I could flee, twirling my body his way. It was effortless, his grip light.
His line of sight automatically fell to my lips, and his parted. I knew what that look meant. I swallowed hard as he spoke, trying to preserve control. “Look, I know you might think I’m some kind of perverted motherfucker for coming onto you so strong, but… shit.” He blew a breath, head shaking. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened. I swear it wasn’t supposed to go down that way.”
I was speechless. I was sorry as well, but then again, I wasn’t. I’d lived out a fantasy. Something I’d wanted to happen for a very long time. Why regret so much? “I don’t think you’re a pervert.” I paused, unsure if I should share the rest of my thoughts out loud. “You weren’t the only one that wanted it to happen. I… tempted you.”
He swallowed hard, ignoring my previous statements. “You can’t tell Izzy about this,” he told me, face scrambled. He didn’t know if I’d told her or not.
I frowned, narrowing my eyes up at him. “I would never tell her.” It felt weird even saying it aloud.
“I know but…” His lips twisted as he released my arm, observing my anger. “Fuck—don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I blinked rapidly.
He stepped forward, head slightly tilted. “When you’re upset, it shows. And it’s hard to ignore because you’re hardly ever upset. I just want to fix it… make you smile again. Make you feel better.” His hand ran down my cheek. My breath collected in my throat.
I wanted to back away as he drew me in—run like hell—but I couldn’t. Damn it, I couldn’t. He smelled so good, his natural scent along with a light spritz of cologne making my insides prickle. And don’t even get me started on his slender body, the V that sank deep into his basketball shorts. Theo held me close, one hand gently traveling down the curve of my hip.
“Don’t do this,” I whispered. “Please,” I begged, but I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean a single damn word of it. Finding the strength to pull away, I shook my head and started to run, but he caught me.
His face was hard, eyes darker when I looked at him again. Instantly, he gripped my hand, rushed through a line of trees, and shoved branches and leaves out of the way. In a matter of seconds, he brought me before him, spinning me around until my back hit rigid bark.
He pressed against me, his mouth claiming, his tongue gradually sliding through and dancing with mine. I moaned and sighed, pushing against him, wanting him to stop and go all at once. I wanted him away from me—off of me—but I also wanted him to never let go. To hold me close.
My eyes burned because I wanted to cry, but the tears never fell. This was happening. This was happening to me all over again. To us.
Wow. The second time in less than forty-eight hours.
My fucking goodness.
Theo picked me up, and my legs instinctively latched around his waist. He then walked forward, and my backside landed on a soft patch of sweet smelling grass. My eyes cracked open, spotting white daisies surrounding us. The sunlight made his skin sparkle, enhancing his devilish beauty.
I yanked off his shorts as his lips pressed on my cheek. His groan was deep, his sweat-dampened body rubbing against mine. He had my pants off, legs bent, and in no time he was taking me.
Right there.
On the grass.
In the park where people passed by us only a few feet away.
Some people walked or jogged. I could spot their shadows zooming by, oblivious to the sinful act taking place.
Unable to control my cries of pleasure, he cupped my mouth and shushed me. His gaze penetrated mine beneath the setting sun, sweaty forehead creased and nostrils flaring as if he were angry and concentrated at once. He was taking out his aggressions on me, fucking me ever so softly. As badly as I didn’t want it happening that way, it was. And I wasn’t stopping it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked gruffly.
“Tell you what?”
“That you were still a virgin.”
“It didn’t matter,” I admitted.
His eyes squeezed shut, and I gasped as he hit a tender spot that made my back go into a slight bend. “It does matter.”
“Why?”
He crushed his lips together. “Knowing that I was the one to take you first will make me want to fuck you every time I set eyes on you now.”
I shook my head.
“I’m serious. But all you have to do is tell me to stop. Tell me to stop,” he whispered. He was half-stroke. “And I will. I will never touch you again, Chloe.”
I could have, but deep down, I didn’t want him to. I never wanted him to stop. This to stop. Us to stop. “No,” I mustered, hooking my arms around his neck. A smile twitched at his lips, but his eyes were just as hard as before. Unreadable and dark.
He pounded deep, swiveling in slow, torturous circles. Cupping my face, I allowed his tongue to swirl with mine again, feeling as he inhaled my moans. He didn’t want me completely quiet, just quiet enough. He wanted to hear me… wanted to listen to me breathe his name.
I wasn’t sure how no one heard the grass rustling, the grunts, groaning, and sighing. I mean, I honestly didn’t care as long as they didn’t ruin this moment. This perfectly imperfect moment.
Theo was above me, thick arms planted outside my head, stroking deep, leaning forward, and placing damp kisses on my neck and chest. I turned my head away, fighting the inevitable, but he stole kisses from me, proving I could go nowhere. That he would always get his way.
I hated it
I loved it.
I couldn’t do this anymore.
But I wanted so much more.
My back curved, eyes shutting. My walls constricted around his massive length, juicing. Soaking. Milking. Tipping my head forward again, he forced me to focus on his eyes, our foreheads meshed. His entire body tensed moments later, and soon he bared teeth.
No longer able to hold it in, he let go, bringing his mouth to the crook of my neck and sucking me there, sucking until it stung—my fingernails biting into his skin. Pleasure and pain.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, unable to control his volume. My body jolted as he stilled and then whipped back, pulling his cock out and having no choice but to cum on top of the grass. On me, it would have left a mess, but inside me would have caused true chaos.
I was grateful.
My mind swirled into a daze. The sky seemed to spin above, the line of trees staring down at me. Mocking me with their leaves flapping in the wind, shaking like they were almost laughing. I felt embarrassed, but then Theo looked at me and I felt like a goddess.
I couldn’t believe it’d happened again.
A second time.
How the fuck did I let it happen so easily this time?
Theo sighed, pulling out and standing, yanking his shorts up. He looked down at me, and a flash of pain crossed his face. I sat up, pulling my pants up as well. We were quiet for a moment, adjusting ourselves. I felt warmth oozing between my legs, and something sparked within me. I ached, longing for him to take me all over again.
His lips parted, and I expected positive words, but I’d deliberately received the opposite. “We… we shouldn’t do this anymore, Chloe.” He ran his hands over his face. “Fuck—I… I don’t even know how we keep getting here. I was wrong. So fucking wrong.”
My eyes became hot, thick with unshed tears. Only moments ago he asked me if I wanted him to stop. He was confusing me. I didn’t get him. What was it that he wanted from me?
“You’re so young,” he went on. “So inexperienced and so innocent. I can’t keep taking that from you.” He looked away, guilt-ridden, and then focused on me again, awaiting a response.
I stood, looking him deep in the eyes for a brief, intense moment. I saw the confusion. The trouble I was causing his emotions. My heart snagged. My head dropped. I walked around him, hugging myself as I rushed through the line of trees he’d dragged me through only minutes ago. I left out of the park in a hurry, jogging back home, biting back on emotion. Fortunately, I won. No tears on the way there.
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