Bile rises in my throat.
Please no. No fucking way.
“Why?”
“She asked for you.”
“You said it was just once,” I grit out.
I feel like I’m going to vomit again. I can’t do this anymore.
“Well, she likes you,” she says as I’m supposed to be proud of that.
“I’m only eighteen!” I whisper-yell so Adrien doesn’t hear me over the door.
“Kasien, she’s one of the highest people in this society, it’s non-negotiable. Be there. And stop making such a big deal out of fucking! Did I teach you nothing? Sex is a tool, so take your nicetoolbox and be at Victoria’s house at ten!” she yells and hangs up.
I stare at the phone for another couple of minutes, fighting myself not to throw it out the window. I collapse to the floor, gripping my hair, wanting to pull it all out.
I can’t do that. I don’t want to do that. She’s a fucking pedophile. I can feel the vomit rising again as I can’t fight the flashbacks in my head.
Just like that Kasien, you’re good honey.
Let me.
That’s it.
I shoot up and stumble into one of the toilet booths a second before the vomit comes out and splashes all around the toilet.
I choke on the rest of it and cough it out before I crumble to the floor, the pain in my chest not stopping, tightening and agonizing, the taste in my mouth disgusting.
My face drops in my palms and I hyperventilate until the worst of it passes.
?
I lie down on the dock, running my hands along her thighs and dragging my fingers up to the beautiful curve right between her lower belly and thigh, the hip crease. I love how her skin crumbles there when she sits on me. I play with the strap of her panties, teasing.
“No ripping of clothing, understand?” She commands me.
That’s so hot.
The wooden dock creaks under us, the sea waves hitting the rocks all around us, the dark sky full of stars serving as herbackground while she’s above me, her hair falling around us like a curtain shielding us from the world.
“Take it off then.” I tease.
“We’re on a beach!” she squeals.
I tilt my head to look around us.
“It’s empty.”
She’s so adorable when she’s nervous like that. I can still feel her cum on my hands from an hour ago, before we even got out of the car, and I want to do it again.
It’s my new obsession, feeling her shatter in my hands, making her tremble and melt into me.
Yeah, I might be addicted.
“You’re right,” she says with a flirty voice and takes the hem of my T-shirt, sliding it up. I help her take it off me, and she’s immediately down on me, licking my neck.
