Page 13 of All of My Life

I didn’t bother denying the truth. Instead, I made my choice. “I’m not ready to go home.”

Chasin’s blue eyes dilated with wicked promises of what was to come. I turned my head, looking out the window as he pulled away from the curb, heading to what I stupidly thought of as ‘our’ place. Over the past year and a half, Chasin had taken me at the bridge, in his car, and even at school, so there really wasn’t anything special about the Millcreek Bridge. Yeah, I’d lost my virginity there, but it wasn’t like it’d been something romantic or even with someone that I had loved. I’d been traveling down a dark rabbit hole, and Chasin Carver had shown up at the perfect time to drag me down further.

The worst part of it all was not understanding what I really felt for Chasin. He hadn’t been lying when he’d said that I loved cumming for him, even if I did hate him, and that was the problem. We were silent enemies at best, but did I really hate him? I didn’t know him well enough to hate him. I knew that Chasin disliked me because I had refused to be his friend all those years ago, but I wasn’t quite sure why I disliked him. His arrogance, maybe? The way that life was so easy for him? Maybe I didn’t dislike him, so much as I was jealous of him. It was easy to fall into hate with someone that had the perfect life. Jealousy was a destructive emotion, and I wasn’t immune to it.

As soon as Chasin pulled onto the dirt road that spanned the length of the Millcreek Creek, he drove about a mile in before shutting off the ignition. I kept staring out the window as I heard the familiar sounds of Chasin pushing his seat back as far as it could go.

I closed my eyes, my thighs clenching because there was no way to deny how good the next hour was going to feel. I could argue with Chasin about everything under the sun, but there was one absolute truth about us that I couldn’t deny, even if I wanted to.

“Sit,” he ordered, not needing to say anything more.

I turned my head to see him already leaning back in his seat. The first time that we’d done this, I could remember thinking that it was a good thing that I was so small. Chasin’s car was a luxury sportscar that didn’t leave a lot of room for things like this.

After reaching underneath my skirt to remove my panties, I scrambled around the gearshift to climb up Chasin’s body, so that I was straddling his face. He wasted no time as his hands gripped my thighs, his tongue snaking out with the sole purpose of driving me insane. My hands fisted in the expensive fabric of the backseat as Chasin ate me out, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“I missed this pussy, baby,” he growled around my wetness. “I’ll never stay away from you this long again.”

I ignored his empty promises as I closed my eyes, letting his tongue lap up my juices, silently agreeing that four months was way too long without this. My hips began to move on their own, desperately trying to help him get me to where I needed to be. The first time that Chasin had gone down on me, I had nearly lost my mind. I hadn’t been prepared for just how dirty Chasin Carver was, and nothing seemed to faze him, not even my period.

“Chasin…” I moaned as his tongue worked my clit.

His arrogant chuckle vibrated throughout the car. “I guess this pussy missed me, too.”

I didn’t care that it was the truth. “Chasin…please…”

Chasin’s fingers dug painfully into my thighs as he started to use his tongue in the most wicked ways, pushing me over the edge with barely any effort. It was shameful and embarrassing how easily he had made me cum, and if I had any sense, mortification would have me jumping out of this car. Instead, I let the pleasure wrack my body, Chasin’s name a prayer on my lips.

As soon as my body stopped twitching, Chasin had me straddled over his lap. “You know what to do,” he said hoarsely. “Take it out and ride it, baby.”

Reaching in between our bodies, I unzipped Chasin’s slacks to free him, and as soon as I did, his dick bounced hard against his abs. For an eighteen-year-old boy, Chasin was heavily blessed with more inches than he probably deserved. Still, nothing felt like Chasin Carver inside my body.

Chasin grabbed the base of his dick, aiming it for my center, and when I slid down his hard shaft, we both let out desperate moans of our own. Mine was always one of minor discomfort, and his was always one of pleasure. Even with him making me cum, it still took a second to adjust to the delicious stretch that I only got when we were like this.

Grabbing the back of my neck, Chasin yanked me down, his lips slamming against mine, sharing how I tasted, something that he loved to do. My hands automatically landed on his chest, helping me stay upright, and as soon as his hips began to move beneath me, I started matching his thrusts with movements of my own. Chasin didn’t fuck me, and I didn’t fuck him. What we did, we did it together, and maybe that’s why it always felt so explosive.

“I’m fucking you every day,” he vowed against my lips, more empty promises. “I don’t care what I have to do, Jett. I’m not ever leaving you alone again.”

The damaged parts of me wanted to believe him, but the sane parts of me knew better than to depend on anyone for anything. “Chasin…don’t stop,” I begged as I closed my eyes, doing my best to keep this sex only.

“Are you going to cum for me again?” he taunted.

“Yes…” I gasped, unashamed.

“Look at me, Jett,” he demanded, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him. “There’s only you.” My heart felt like it was shattering in a dangerous kaleidoscope of emotions. “It’s always been just you.”

“Liar,” I moaned as his dick kept hitting places that no one else had ever known.

Instead of getting mad, Chasin smirked, those eyes of his accepting the silent challenge. “Then I guess we’ll just have to stay here until you believe me.”

Two hours later, I was begging him to stop, my body unable to keep up, Chasin’s descent into madness something that I hadn’t been prepared for. By the time that he pulled out of me for the last time, all I could do was curl up in the passenger seat, the feel of him leaking from my body making me afraid of Chasin Carver for the first time in my life.

Chapter 9

Chasin~

Jett’s silence was beginning to bother me. I had spent two hours making her scream for me, but instead of creating something stronger between us, I’d done the opposite. Something was bothering her more than usual, and as much as I wanted to force the truth out of her, Jett didn’t work like that.

It could be that I hadn’t ever fucked her the way that I’d just had, and she was still just trying to wrap her mind around what we’d done. I had practically abused her, and if we hadn’t been out in public, I would have ruined her ass, too. I had taken her in the car, on the hood of the car, on the goddamn dirt road, and even up against a random tree. I had used her in a way that I hadn’t done before, and my dick was still hard with the need for her. Curiously, Jett had taken everything that I had dished her way, not once asking me to stop. When she had finally begun to beg for mercy, I had granted it, leaving her curled up in a ball in the passenger seat of my car, my cum leaking from her body, her panties failing to keep me contained inside her tight cunt.

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