Page 19 of All of My Life

Jett~

I could barely move, but that didn’t matter when Chasin was looking down at me like he was. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that he and my father planned the beatings together. Before his birthday, every single time that Chasin had found me, it’d been after a beating, making Chasin the perfect distraction from my life. Yesterday had been the first time that sex hadn’t followed the heavy hand of my father, and I still didn’t know how I felt about that.

When I’d woken up this morning, I honestly hadn’t planned on ignoring Chasin’s orders to meet him in the parking lot by his car. I’d had every intention of meeting him, if only to prove to myself that I wasn’t a complete coward when it came to men. I knew that was the reason that I pushed Chasin so much; since I didn’t know how to stand up to my father, I stood up to Chasin, tricking myself into believing that I had at least a little bit of dignity still.

However, once I’d gotten out of bed, I’d known that I was going to be late to school. Between my father’s beating and the sex by the bridge, my body had been too sore to make the walk to school in a timely manner. Though it didn’t feel as bad as it’d had this morning, my body still ached, and I was just lucky that my father hadn’t cracked or broken a rib. As it was, my face hadn’t bruised from the backhand, and I was damaged enough to consider that a small favor.

Like a drug, I knew that Chasin was the cure for the aches and pains that I still felt. I had no idea how he did it, but it was like he knew when I needed him, and it was a weakness that I blamed on my father. If not for him, then I might not be attracted to a guy that I wasn’t even sure if I liked. Chasin had spent his whole life hating me, and I had wrapped my legs around his waist as easily as if I’d been doing it all my life. Our night at the bridge, and every time since then, was more than enough proof of Thomas’ damage, and every time that I made a bad decision for myself, it reminded me that I was just as weak as my mother, no matter what I told myself.

Without a word, Chasin’s right hand slid in between my legs, moving upward slow enough to almost have me begging. His hands were always warm and rough, and his touch felt like a wicked spell being cast all over my body. I had to reach back and grab the edge of the counter when Chasin’s hand reached the apex of my thighs, my panties already soaked for him. It was unfair that he had this power, and it was tragic that I needed to feel that power to distract myself from my life, if only temporarily.

When his fingers slid inside the gusset of my panties, he said, “I’d believe the shit you say if you weren’t always so fucking wet for me, baby.” I closed my eyes in the absence of a shame that I really should be feeling right now. “There’s no way you can hate me as much as you say you do when your pussy begs for me like this.”

The sounds of my slickness prevented me from denying the truth. However, Chasin was wrong about my body craving him; it was my mind that needed him to help me forget. Chasin Carver could get me out of my head like nothing else could, and that was why my body responded to him like it did. He really was like a drug, though one that I could quit if it meant ruining my plans to get out of Carver, Connecticut. That was more important to me than whatever it was that Chasin made me feel.

I moaned when two of his soaked fingers slid inside me, the soreness from yesterday making his digits feel huge. Even though I was slippery as hell, Chasin really hadn’t held back at the creek, and I felt swollen everywhere.

“Where are you hurt, baby?” he asked, his voice sounding low and promising.

“All over,” I answered, his breath on my neck doing crazy things to me.

“Do you need me to kiss it and make it all better?” he teased, and I almost panicked at the thought of him lifting my shirt.

Refusing to let him learn the truth, I said, “I only need you to kiss me in one place, Chasin.”

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name,” he growled. “It’s the only name I want you ever saying.”

“Please…” I begged, anything to distract the both of us.

Chasin pulled his fingers from my body, and with no effort at all, he grabbed my hips, lifted me, then sat me on the edge of the counter, making sure that my heels were planted firmly on the porcelain, my knees spread wide.

Dropping to his knees, my head dropped back against the mirror as Chasin stuck his head between my legs, then pulled my panties to the side, his tongue already performing its magic. My hands slid into his dark hair as he ate me out, and all thoughts of last night flew right out of my head. When I felt him slide his fingers back inside me, I let out a throaty moan, not caring if someone could hear us.

“Christ, I love that you’re such a fucking slut for me,” he rasped against my wetness, and I couldn’t even feel offended because it was the truth; I was a slut for him. “I love how you drip all over my face when I’m eating your cunt.”

“Oh, God…” I mewled.

A third finger found its way inside my ass, and though this was hardly the first time that Chasin had played with me like this, it still surprised me when he did. The pleasure had my brain turning hazy, the cocktail of sensations driving me out of my mind. He was filling me as his tongue savored every inch of me, and I knew that it wasn’t going to be long before Chasin claimed every part of my body for himself.

I wasn’t sure how long he stayed on his knees, but when my body started to tighten with tension, I could barely choke out the words to warn him. “Chasin…oh, God…I’m going to cum…”

As soon as his fingers curled inside me, I let out a cry of pleasure guaranteed to let everyone know what was happening inside the boys’ restroom. However, I couldn’t find it in me to care as my hands pulled at Chasin’s hair, my hips riding his face like the slut that he’d called me earlier. All that mattered in this moment was my pleasure, and I was going to take it with no regrets.

When I was finished cumming, Chasin stood up, and I could barely open my eyelids as I watched him free himself. I also didn’t flinch when he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, bringing me in for our kiss, the one that always got him worked up. I tasted myself on his lips again, and his low moan told me just how much he loved doing this with me.

Breaking off the kiss, his blue eyes stared into mine as he shoved his dick deep inside me, eliciting another cry of pleasure and pain from me. I barely had time to grip the edge of the counter before Chasin was railing into me, his moans just as loud as my cries. His hands on my hips were holding me in place, but barely. He was slamming into me like this might be our last time, but I knew that it wasn’t. I was beginning to believe that this was the start of something that I wasn’t ready for.

“Look at how well your pussy takes my cock, baby,” he grunted as he stared down at where we were connected to one another. “Look at how well your cunt stretches around my fucking dick.”

I didn’t need to see it because I felt it; I felt it everywhere. “Chasin, don’t stop…”

“Christ, your cream is soaking me, Jett,” he growled, desire piercing every word out of his mouth. “It’s fucking everywhere.”

“Don’t stop…” I choked out, ready to cum for him again. “Chasin…oh, God…”

With one hand on my hip and the other wrapped around the back of my neck again, Chasin’s hips started crashing against mine with no regard for my sore body, and I loved it. This was what I needed from him. This was the kind of madness that helped me forget everything else. Chasin Carver was a fucking god when he was owning me, and I wanted to matter to someone badly enough that I would let this boy do whatever he wanted to me during these stolen moments.

With his hands squeezing around my neck, Chasin’s thrust got faster and deeper, a sign for the both of us. “Cum for me again, baby,” he ordered. “Flood my cock.”

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