He pushes me again, and I shoulder-barge past him and storm into the living room. But he pushes me again, and I stumble and crash to my knees.
“You fucking…” I spin to push off the floor and grit my teeth, snarling at him. He’s already throwing his body over me, slamming me on my back into the floor as he crashes down on top of me, straddling me. He slides his hand up to my throat.
“Let’s see how you fucking like it, being played with.” He grips tighter, and I smirk at him. “You think this is funny? I will not let you make me feel stuff I wasn’t prepared to, and then you toss me aside when you’re what? Bored?” His nostrils flare, and fuck, he’s cute when he’s mad. “I’m not your toy.”
“Oh really?” I flick my hips, knocking him sideways and sliding over him. I wrap my legs around his and slip my hand around his throat. “I think you forget your place.”
I grind my hips into his hard dick, and his hands fly to my wrist, but he doesn’t try to push me off. He’s panting, his pupils are blown, his breathing is rapid, and I can feel his heart trying to force its way out of his chest.
“If I want to play with you and treat you like a fucking toy, I will.” I flick my hips and reach between us. I yank his dick out of his joggers and push it against the top of my leggings, stretching them down till he’s at my entrance. I force myself down on him as my leggings push tight against his dick, and I bottom out. I flick my hips so he’s fully inside me. It’s a little awkward with my leggings in the way, but he will learn his fucking place. I rock my hips up and down and grip tighter.
“I will do what I want when I fucking want. Do you understand?” He nods, and I squeeze tighter. “Use your fucking words, Jacob.” I spit, and his eyes roll.
“Y… Yes, I understand.”
I grind myself against him, and anger turns to lust, and I grit my teeth as I rock against him. He bucks up to meet my thrusts.
“I don’t care what you do to me, just don’t send me away,” he whispers.
I stutter out a breath and shake my head. I stand abruptly and turn to walk away. But he kicks my legs out from under me, and I crash to the floor, banging the back of my head, and I wince. But before I can figure out what’s going on, he yanks my leggings down and dives on me. He shoves himself straight in, lifting my hands above my head. He pins them there, and he thrusts frantically against me. My legs are pinned in my leggings, so he’s rubbing my clit every time, and I groan and buck against him.
“You’re mine as much as I am yours.”
I try to shake the blur from hitting my head. His lips are on mine the next second, and I melt into him. He kisses me like his life depends on it, and, in some ways, it does. I float in a daze at the overwhelming sensations as he fucks me into the floor. I can feel the carpet stinging my back. His hold on my wrists and throat is barely non-existent, but I keep my arms in place. I want to flip him off and fuck him, but I also want to see what he’s going to do. So I allow him this.
He pounds into me, and I scream out his name as I cum, and as I clench around him, his rhythm stutters, and he starts to cum. He pulls out, and with every pulse of cum that fires out and hits me, he chants, “Mine… Mine… Mine…”
Until, finally, he sags, his head between his shoulders, hanging them in defeat before he climbs to his feet and walks into the bedroom and slams the door behind him, leaving me on the floor covered in his cum, panting, and reeling, from the splitting headache I nowhave. I close my eyes. I reach up and touch the back of my head, and my fingers come away damp and sticky. “Fuck.”
I wince. I try to sit, but my side screams at me, and I look down as blood seeps into my vest top. I look at my hand, and my head’s bleeding, too. I sit for a while with my eyes closed. My head hurts to move, but I grit my teeth and try to pull up my leggings. I stumble a little and crash back to the floor. I’m panting on all fours when the bedroom door creaks open before he rushes out.
“Fuck Vic…”
I try to lift myself up till he sees the blood on my side. He steps back, and his hands fly to his face. “D-d-did I do that?”
I shake my head and turn to stagger away.
“Vic.” The startled cry that’s ripped out of him when I turn, he drops to his knees, rubbing his hands into his eyes, and he’s crying into them. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I crouch down in front of him and slide onto his knee. He flicks his legs around and pulls me tighter to his chest so I’m fully in his lap, and he buries his face in my neck, breathing me in. He stutters a breath. “Don’t send me away,” he whispers. “Please don’t send me back.”
I pull his face to mine, and I look at him, really look at him, and the fear across his face. I kiss him. I slide my tongue around his, and he pulls me tighter against him.
“I won’t…”
Jacob
Chapter LVII
We sit like that for a while before I pull back. Her eyes are glazed over and a little vacant. I slide my hand up and cup her face. “You okay?”
She nods. “Just need a shower.” She goes to climb off me and stumbles a little. That’s when I notice the blood on the back of the head. “Fuck, Vic.” I dive up and grab her. You’re hurt.
“I’m fine, Jacob. Just a little bump on the head. I’ve had worse.” She reaches the stairs and looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m fine, really.”
She walks away from me again, and I can’t bear it, so I wait a few minutes and follow after her. When I go into her room, I can hear she’s in the shower. I grab her some clothes, dropping them on the bed. I go back to my bathroom, as the first aid kit is still down there, and I grab a drink and head back upstairs. As I push intothe bedroom, she’s gripping a towel to her head, but she’s naked with the towel pooled around her ankles.
I rush over and sit her down on the bed.
