Chapter 10
What the hell was she doing?
She shouldn't be doing this at all. June hated him, and yet, she was burning up for him. His cock was hard and thick, slamming inside her. She was so close to orgasm, and she'd never felt the intensity burning inside her before. Trey was not the man for her. He was a bully, the guy who'd bullied her.
"Touch your clit, June. I want to feel you come around my dick," he said, slamming his lips down on hers.
All of her ideals were thrust away from her in light of what was happening. Reaching between them she stroked her fingers across her clit. The stirrings sent her over the edge. She cried out, screaming his name as she found release.
With three hard thrusts, Trey tensed, and she felt his seed pump into her body. She couldn't think. Her body was covered in sweat, and she'd just fucked a man in her kitchen.
The scent of chocolate cake surrounded them, and still, she'd fucked him.
Trey released her hips and stared up at her. His hands cupped her face. She watched him kiss her, loving at her lips. June responded to him. What more could she do other than respond?
He's the enemy.
I want him again.
She was so confused.
He pulled out of her body, and June became aware of their lack of protection. His seed was leaking out of her. It was gross and made her so damn angry.
"You bastard." She climbed off the side and shoved him hard.
"What? You were right there with me."
"I'm probably going to die now because of you. I bet you've given me some sexually transmitted disease or infection." She shoved him again, raised her hand and slapped him around the face.
Trey didn't react at all. He stood his ground, glaring at her. "Are you done?" he asked, rubbing his cheek.
"You didn't use any protection at all. I know your reputation, Trey. You sleep with everything that walks, you rat bastard." She shoved him again, and stormed upstairs.
June heard him follow her. There was no point in covering up her body. He'd seen enough of her naked already.
Cursing her stupidity, she charged into the bathroom, removed her torn shirt and open bra.
Trey crashed into the bathroom seconds later. His jeans were open, resting on his hips.
"I've not got anything," he said.
"Whatever. I'll get tested tomorrow."
She winced at the harshness of her voice.
"What about pregnancy? Can you get pregnant?" he asked.
"Yes, I can. Congratulations."
He gripped her arm, tugging her closer. "I'm being
really patient with you," he said. "I've not got anything wrong with me at all. I never sleep with a woman without a condom. I'm safe."
She snorted.
"Fuck, I'm telling you the truth."
Before she could do anything more he pressed her
against the glass of the shower. His body was covered in ink. In the rush of everything he'd not seen her ink. Her heart raced as his fingers skimmed her inner thighs.
His semen was leaking down her leg. She was getting turned on by the second and was ready for round two.
"I've never been with a girl without a rubber. You're the first woman I've lost control with." His fingers stroked through the fine hairs covering the lips of her pussy. "Get tested if you want. I don't blame you for doubting me, but I promise I've never been without a rubber before."
His fingers slid up inside her cunt, thrusting deep. Trey's thumb smashed against her clit. Bowing her head back, June groaned, thrusting onto his fingers.
"Now, do you want to do this with me, or do you want to keep pretending you're not as hot for me as I am for you?" he asked.
This was the line she should not cross. Trey was bad news, had always been bad news, and would always be bad news. Nothing good could come from him or from this.
It's been years.
Years of not being touched or feeling attractive. "No one can know," she said, holding herself still. "What?"
"No one can know about this, about us. Not your
friends, not my parents, only we can know."
He paused, staring into her eyes.
"That's fine by me."
She dropped to her knees before him, pushing his
hand away from her. Tugging the jeans down his body, she forced him to step out of them. His hands rested against the glass, staring down at her. Licking her lips, she saw his flaccid cock getting hard once again.
His hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"No one can know, and I'm happy about that."
If others were to know they'd think he was giving her some kind of pity fuck, and that she couldn't handle.
Gripping his semi-erect flesh, she ran her tongue along the tip, licking up his pre-cum. She tasted their combined releases on his shaft. His cock thickened, getting harder with each lick and suck.
"Fuck, June, your mouth feels so fucking good."
He pumped into her mouth, and she took him in deep to her throat. The line had been crossed. There was no going back from this. They were over the line.
His fingers gripped her head, slamming into her mouth as he got hard.
When he was hard, he tugged her up pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she accepted his tongue as his fingers teased her pussy.
Trey pulled away first. "Turn around."
She faced the shower and heard him curse. "When did you get this?" he asked, pressing his
thumbs along the base of her back.
"In college." The tattoo was a set of black thorns
woven together. She loved it but didn't intend to add to it. "It's hot, but I could make it better."
"I told you, you're not touching my skin."
"I'm about to fuck your body."
"That's different."
He thrust into her from behind. June held her breath trying to get accustomed to his hard cock penetrating her.
Their quick burst downstairs hadn't prepared her enough to receive his cock.
"We're going to make some ground rules," he said, holding himself steady.
She closed her eyes, licking her lips as the pleasure gathered and spiraled into intensity. "After, ground rules after."
"You've got a smart mouth. I don't want to fight you after. You'll listen now or I stop and you don't get fucked until I say so."
June whimpered but kept her mouth closed. She wanted sex more than she wanted to get her point across.
"There will be no other men. You want to be fucked, licked, or played with, you come to me. I don't care what time of the day it is. I'm the one you come to."
It wasn't an unreasonable request.
"You get on the pill. I'll buy the rubbers, but you've got to get the pill. If you feel you need to be tested then get it done. I'm promising you that I'm clean."
He pulled out of her only to slam back inside her.
"The same rule applies to me. When I want a fuck, I'll come to you. I'll text you, but you'll answer me and you'll fuck me when I want."
She moaned, tightening her cunt around him.
"Any more rules?" she asked.
"Yes, you got any fantasy, you tell me. We won't keep anything from each other."
"I can handle those terms."
"Good." Trey pulled out of her and then slammed back inside. His thrusts were hard, punishing, and so fucking good.
She'd not been fucked hard like this at all. His terms were easy, and part of her actually looked forward to it.