Page 56 of Unforgivable

“You should be the one running away, Evans. You coming here was a mistake,” he bit out.

“Maybe it was, but I'm not going anywhere until we talk. I want to understand,” I stated calmly despite the tremble running through me. Slowly, I reached out and ran my fingertips across his cheek. Hope flickered inside when I felt him subtly lean into my touch. “Please…don't push me away,” I softly pleaded.

His blue-green gaze flashed with something dark before he grabbed my wrist, dragging me behind as he stormed out the back doors. I fought to keep my footing as he steered us down the sloping hill behind the house that led down to the lake. For a split second, I worried he had plans to toss me in the water or humiliate me in front of the swarm of half naked people laughing and drinking mere yards from us. I breathed a sigh of relief when he veered to the right toward an enclosed boat dock that jutted out into the water.

He opened the door forcefully and shoved me inside, closing it behind him. There were only three walls surrounding us, but it shielded us from the boisterous crowd. The moon flooded the space with scant light behind a large boat bobbing in the water. Cal stalked toward me, and I instinctively retreated from the menacing energy he gave off. He pushed forward until my back hit the wall, and he caged me in with his palms on either side of my head.

“What are y?—”

“Stop talking,” Cal interrupted, his hands landing on my jeans and quickly unbuttoning them. Blood pounded in my ears as he worked myzipper down and yanked my pants down below my rear. Once my boxers were pulled down, he lifted his palm in front of my face. “Spit.”

Lust overrode my senses and potential embarrassment as I followed his brusque command. His fist closed around my cock, scorching it with heat. He slowly worked me over as his gaze burned into me. The darkness cocooned us and all I could focus on was his eyes, my panting breaths, and the pleasure thrumming in my groin.

“Cal, wait…” I moaned, fighting to clear my head even as fire licked up my spine from the pressure of his hand.

“I didn't bring you here to talk,” he growled, shoving two fingers in my mouth roughly. I coughed around the intrusion, but moaned again when he started sawing them in and out of my mouth. The crudeness of the act made me shudder with need. “There you go. Get them soaked for me.”

His other hand shuttled up and down my length a little quicker as I drooled and sucked on his fingers. In some far region of my brain, I realized I was letting Cal work me like a sex-crazed puppet, but I didn't want to stop. Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth and reached under me to run a spit-slick finger up my crease. A sliver of panic hit me since that was uncharted territory for us and no one but Connor had touched me there. The second he teased my puckered rim, all thoughts of stopping fled my mind.

“Let me in, violet eyes,” Cal whispered seductively, and I bore down to grant him access. His finger slid in to the first knuckle, the light burn exquisite after so long without anything back there. I groaned and thrust my hips back as he worked the digit deeper. His other hand gripped one of my cheeks tightly, opening me more to his intoxicating invasion. I was a panting, moaning mess against his cool, controlled exterior. But that intense stare of his exposed the real storm underneath.

Cal crooked his finger to brush against that hidden spot inside and I spasmed in his grasp, the sensation lighting me up. He dragged over it a little harder and my dick pulsed. “Oh God…please, more…” I whimpered and writhed under his ministrations, clawing at his shoulders as he brought me close to the edge. Tingles spread through me, my balls throbbing as my release crept closer. I had never come untouched before, but every thrust against that sensitive button drew me nearer to the edge.

As soon as I tensed in his hold, Cal removed his finger andsqueezed the base of my cock to stifle my orgasm. A startled cry escaped me and my face snapped up to his.

“What's the matter, Sweetness? You seem frustrated,” Cal cooed, his tone sugary while his features remained rigid and cold.

“Why did you stop?” I asked breathlessly. “Why are you being like this?”

“Do you want to come or not?” Cal’s rough voice sounded far away through the blood pounding in my ears. Two fingers snuck back into my tight channel and I nearly combusted on the spot. Another moan ripped from my throat and I threw my head back, the incredible feeling silencing the warning bells going off in my head. All I could focus on was my climbing orgasm and the ache in my balls begging for relief.

“I-I wanna come,” I whined, well past caring how pathetic I sounded. I craved that sweet release that he promised, that only he could bring me. He targeted that button again, his fingers moving in tiny circles that shot electricity through my veins. “Oh, yes…” I cried as the delicious buzz spread. Once again, Cal squeezed the root of my dick painfully, strangling my orgasm and making me shout in frustration.

“Isn't this what you wanted? What you always want? To see the real me?” Cal taunted. The fingers deep inside me pushed hard at my prostate as he ran his fist slowly up my pulsing cock. The dual sensation of pain and pleasure made the tears flow and I was overwhelmed with it all.

“P-please,” I sobbed, trying and failing to push him back to get space from him. He was too large, too consuming, stealing all the air from my lungs. I was no longer on the precipice of coming, but of breaking at his feet.

“You don't know me,” Cal sneered as his fingers pistoned into me relentlessly, cutting off my words. I sobbed and gripped his arms harder, digging my nails in in a vain attempt to gain some control. But it was too much. He was shattering me with every word, every thrust and I couldn't take it anymore.

Cal's tongue traced the path of a tear running down my cheek, the gesture making me tremble. “If your tears taste this good, I wonder how your cum tastes,” he goaded and I snapped.

“STOP!” I cried out, shoving his chest hard as he immediately released me. Tears were streaming down my face, blurring my vision of him. Cal just stood there, hands held up in surrender.

“Look who's finally had enough,” he said coldly.

A sob wrenched from my throat as I scrambled back into my jeans to cover myself from his harsh glare. “What the hell is wrong with you? What did I do to make you so angry?” I pleaded, fighting to steady myself and not show him any more weakness than I already had.

“What's wrong withme?Youare the problem, you always have been. I was just a fucking idiot to think differently,” Cal scowled, breathing hard.

“How am I a problem for you? I thought we were friends now! What did I even do?” I asked exasperatedly, my voice climbing.

“Your memory cannot be that short, Evans. Your fucking complaint?—”

“I thought we were past that stupid complaint!”

“Well, we're not!” Cal shouted, features twisted in rage and I stumbled back. “I lost my fucking scholarship because of you! It's gone! I thought I was doing the right thing by trying to make amends with you, but I got screwed over anyway. Now, I have no damn clue what's going to happen with school because I have to rely on my fa?—”

He cut himself off fast, turning away from me as his hands threaded through his curls roughly. His distress gutted me in spite of his cruelty tonight. My mind stuck on the fact that he blamed me for losing his scholarship. In a way, he was right. My own trauma was responsible for wanting to punish Cal after that first night. My complaint started all of this, and I had since realized that only part of it had been valid and he had apologized. That one bad night wasn't the sum total of who he was, was it?

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