“Nobody likes an asshole.”
“That’s simply not true. I like yours just fine. It’s too bad they don’t allow phones at the Key Club or I would have taken a picture of how good you looked. Your body bent like a pretzel to please me. Your needy pussy dripping cum down to that cute little hole I’d like to see more of.”
I swallow thickly. The man seriously has a way with words.
“Are you wet thinking about it, Pen?” he asks, rubbing his nose against my jaw and cheekbone. “When I ripped those naughty little stockings and took what I wanted?”
“If I say yes, are you going to do something about it?” I ask.
He pulls back and smiles. It’s devastating.
His dark hair is a loose mess around his face, his blue-green eyes focused on me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so relaxed—so happy.
“No. I think I’ll take what I want when I want it.”
Lincoln leans down, his teeth grazing against my jaw before lying back down on the bed.
“So, you’ve convinced me to spend this weekend with you and we’re going to spend it lying in bed and watching shitty reality TV?”
“Is it so bad that I just want to spend time with you, Pen?” he asks, grabbing my waist and resting his head on my lap.
I play with his hair and realize how completely and truly fucked I am—this is more than just sex, and that’s not what I bargained for.
Too late now.
Lincoln ordered us dinner,and I expected us to have sex tonight, but he didn’t try anything and I’m definitely not going to be the one who brings it up.
For the first time in weeks, I’ve felt like a whole person, and it’s all because of Lincoln. We joked, laughed, and just talked all day. It felt so natural and easy. None of my relationships have ever felt like this, not even close.
We haven’t had a single sip of alcohol either. All of this is clear-headed and consensual. It’s just hard to grapple with the idea that this is all I can have, this is all I get.
The universe truly is a cunt.
I look over to my left, and Lincoln is passed out. He looks so much less stressed and unbothered when he sleeps. A sick partof me wonders if it’s because he’s sleeping next to me. A rabbit hole I definitely don’t need to be digging into.
Eventually, I close my eyes and dream of a reality I know I can never have.
A large weightis pressed against my back, and I try to gasp as a hand wraps around and covers my mouth.
My heart races as panic fills my entire body, and my lungs expand, searching for air. I’m dazed and confused from waking up in the middle of the night in an unfamiliar room. I blink a few times to adjust my vision.
“I’m taking what I want. Red if you want me to stop,” the dark voice next to my ear whispers.
Immediately I know it’s Lincoln. Yet, I don’t stop struggling.
I try to shift and turn around, but he’s far stronger than me. I mumble against his hand and he laughs while still restraining me.
It makes me wet.
It’s wrong, it’s fucked up, it’s… what I always fantasized about.
“You think you’re going anywhere?” He grinds his hard dick against my ass roughly. I’m only wearing one of his shirts, so it’s just the soft material of his boxer briefs rubbing against my skin.
“Yell when I take my hand off your mouth and I’ll give you something to really yell about,” he says.
His hand drops from my mouth and grips the base of my throat, squeezing lightly.
“That’s it,” he says, accentuating every word with a thrust of his hips. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
