Quil pushes away from me, and I nearly sigh with relief until he’s slamming me into the wall Coal just had me pressed against. I watch as Quil drops to his knees before me and grips one of my legs, lifting my knee over his shoulder. He presses his nose to my center and inhales deeply. My eyes go wide.
“Fuck. This scent… honeysuckle… I’m going to make you scream, Delilah. Make you cream on my fucking tongue and show you just how much I like pussy,” Quil promises as he rips my panties off and shoves them into his pocket. I push my hands into his hair, trying to push him away until his hot tongue flicks against my sensitive clit, and I pull him into me instead.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan, dropping my head against the bricks, hating myself already for giving in so easily. Quil pushes his tongue inside me and growls against my center. Fuck, why does that turn me on even more?
Pushing two fingers inside me hard and fast, he swirls his tongue over my clit in fast strokes that make me see stars. I grind against him, committed to getting off since I’ve already given in.
“Beg me to let you come,” Quil demands, pulling his mouth away, and pumping his fingers inside me lazily. He curls them, hitting a spot inside me I’ve never felt before, and my legs shake. Fuck, I need to come.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head, refusing to give in, even if my body has already surrendered. I won’t beg them for anything, not ever.
“You will… next time. Once I show you how fucking badly you want this, you will beg,” Quil snarls, focusing his attention on my clit once more, driving me wild as I ride his face shamelessly.
“I’ll never beg. I won’t even have to ask.” I know my words will anger him, but I don’t give a fuck. “Oh goddess, yes!” I moan, as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had crashes through me, and my pussy clenches around Quil's fingers. He keeps pumping as the aftershocks make my legs twitch, and I hold his head against my center, not letting him stop licking me.
I push his head away hard when my orgasm ends, and he looks up at me with a cruel smile. I push my skirt down. He can be as smug as he wants; my cum is dripping down his chin, not the other way around. He lifts his fingers to his lips, licking them as he looks me in the eyes, and I push his shoulder away with my foot. That was fucking hot, and I don’t want him to see the rising need in my eyes. I came hard, and yet, it feels like it wasn’tenough. Like I need something more. Something to fill me…
“Everyone in there will know what you just did. They’ll scent it, and Coal will kill you,” I sneer, but Quil just shrugs, standing. He grabs the button of his pants, stepping toward me.
“I’ll deal with Coal,” he says simply, not looking the least bit worried. I move to dash away, but he traps me with a hand to my throat. My gaze drops, and he pulls his cock out. “Fuck, I’m so hard for that sweet pussy.” He drops his grip on my neck, bends low, and grips my thigh, pulling it so it's hooked over his waist.
He moves quickly, pressing the tip of his cock to my core, and when I think he’s about to shove inside me, I hold my breath. My hands fly to his shoulders, and I slam my eyes shut.
“Oh!” I gasp, when he presses his wet tip to my clit, stroking himself.
“When I jack off, I think of Coal on top of you, taking that tight pussy, as I slam into his ass. Every thrust into him pushes him deeper into you. And when your cunt tightens around his dick, milking him, his ass grips me tighter as I come inside him.” His voice is strained, and my breathing is erratic. I can picture it clearly, and the forbidden, dirty words make my pussy clench. Quil jerks his cock hard and fast, and I almost want to beg him to shove his way inside me. I won’t. I will never beg, but if he tried right now?
Hot cum coats my pussy and inner thighs as Quill comes on me, his body tense as he holds my leg in a bruising grip.
“Now they’ll smell my cum between your thighs, baby girl. If only Coal was here, he could lick you clean.” With that, he drops my leg and glares at me as he stompsoff.
Fuck.
Quil
I fucked up.
I really, really fucked up.
The things I said to her? The way I touched her? Coal will be the least of my worries if Delilah opens her mouth. My father will nail me to a tree and bleed me dry. Then he’ll leave my dead body there to rot.
Fuck knows what Michael would do to Coal. Sometimes, I think the only reason he’s still alive is Michael’s sick need to torture him. He gets off on causing Coal pain and knowing we can’t do a fucking thing to stop him.
The sick old fuck doesn’t even realize that if I don’t have Coal, I don’t have any fucking reason to live.
Lie.
Fuck. I spin, slamming my fist against the rough wall, until my knuckles bleed. Classes have already started, so the hall is empty. No one is here to witness my spiraling.
“What the fuck?” Coal asks, making me jump because I hadn’t heard him coming, and I wince. “What did you do?” Coal asks, and I whip around to face him. My eyes are wide, and I don’t know what to say.
“I fucked up,” I say, and Coal takes in my disheveled state, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, no shit. You fucked Delilah?” he asks, but it sounds like an accusation.
“No, not fucked.” Coal scoffs at my words.
“Not with your dick,” his eyes drop to my fingers, and I almost hide them behind my back. “You’rebleeding.” He points to my knuckles, and I lift them to see how bad the damage is.
