Page 43 of Believe In Us

A deep, husky sound escapes from within me making her round, pink nipples harden under my promising gaze. A promise of euphoria if I am to get my hands and mouth on her when I get my hands and mouth on her. I watch in anticipation as she adjusts herself, leaning back on her elbows and reaching for the vibrator beside her. She gracefully brings it to her mouth slowly and sensually sucking the tip before it disappears completely inside, her pink lips wrapped around the green cock as she moves it in and out in slow, intentional movements.

My cock twitches painfully straining in my jeans making me horribly uncomfortable while she takes her time releasing the vibrator with a loud, wet pop before tracing it down her breastbone, past her stomach till it reaches the top of her cunt, her saliva leaving a trail in its wake. Her legs widen instinctively as she strokes herself, sliding the vibrator through her slick folds before bringing it back up to rest against her clit. My hands move down to the button of my jeans as I quickly unbuckle it and tug them along with my boxers down to my knees. Her eyes go wide and glimmer with desire when she sees my cock, thick and erect before her. She licks her lips, making me bite down on mine to suppress a moan at the euphoria of watching her watch me. I take my shaft in my hand, rubbing myself back and forth to the rhythm of her sliding her toy along her pussy.

Nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing is heard in the room until suddenly, she powers on her electrical cock, pressing it down against her clit. “Ahh,” she moans loudly into the air, her head falling back from the sensation of the vibrations against her most sensitive nub.

My hand works harder around my dick, straining and filling as I continue to harden to the point of painfully needing to findrelease. Her movements also quicken as she lifts her head meeting my gaze before lowering it to my cock in my hand. “Fuck I’m almost,” she cries out, suddenly stopping mid-sentence. That’s when I no longer hear the loud vibrations of her fuck toy.

“This cannot be happening,” she shouts, barely able to sit up, her body aching to release. I look from the unpowered dick in her hand up to her furious glare.

No fucking way.

Chapter

Twenty-One

JADE

The battery fucking died. Dead. Donezo.

This cannot be fucking happening, not now, not with him, not as I almost reached my climax. I needed to prove a point, needed to show him that he has no power over where, with who, or from what I get my orgasms. He has no control over me, has not the slightest influence on my actions, yet here I am, lying naked before him, masturbating like a crazed nympho while he watches me. Yeah I showed him.

The triumphant gleam in his eyes proves he knows he’s won this battle, but to me, it’s clear we’ve both lost. Neither one of us found release, neither one of us proved their point. I’m sitting here with a painful ache in my loins, my thighs begging to squeeze together and find some miniscule form of pleasure, while I’m sure he’s standing there with the worst case of blue balls ever documented.

I stare at him with a blank expression as he begins to advance toward me, his thick cock mocking me as he holds it tightly in hispalm, a bead of precum visible on the luscious tip making me instinctively lick my lips. My pussy throbs as I watch, my carnal hunger for him ready and aching to explode in waves of gratification, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of being the one to make me come.

However, I don’t get the chance to gloat when a metallic taste suddenly appears in my mouth out of fucking nowhere, just as it has for the past couple months and I’m definitely not fond of what’s coming next. I rush to stand, slightly dizzy as I turn away from him hauling my ass into the bathroom, barely making it in time before vomiting profusely into the toilet. The entirety of the half cheeseburger I devoured at Scottie’s floats before me making me vomit again just at how fucking disgusting it looks.This is bad.

I’m kneeling on the floor, my body hunched over the bowl with now an added throbbing in my throat. I didn’t get the chance to close the door after me but Sebastian doesn’t follow like I imagined he would. I’m relieved, hoping maybe he didn’t overhear me puking my guts out but figure that’s an impossible assumption. The whole floor must have heard.

Once I’ve accepted I have nothing left to expel, I drag my feet into the shower, slowly turning on the showerhead and leaning my forehead against the wall as the cold water splashes over me, cooling down the painful ache consuming my whole being. How is it that I now feel everything so intensely when just months ago I felt absolutely nothing. I was numb to everything and now, now I’m an exposed nerve. A mass of soft body tissue with millions of nerve endings which feel every goddamn sensation. Heat, cold, pain, and pleasure, all equally as strong.

After just a few minutes, the tension in the bathroom suddenly thickens as I feel him come up behind me. I hear him step inside the shower, his heavy breathing warming the back of my neck and sending a quiver of fear through me. He’s frantic. Not only is he fucking pissed from the little show I put on flirting with Liam, but now he’s horny as fuck from watching me fuck myself with myvibrator. Then just when he thought he’d finally get the chance to finish me off, I ran off to throw up, leaving him standing there all hot and bothered.

You’d think that would be enough to kill the mood but not with my guy. Sebastian is fucking insatiable.

A paralyzing fear overwhelms me as my mind runs wild with thoughts about what must be going through his head. It’s the second time I’ve thrown up in front of him, and although that doesn’t immediately give away mycondition, I’m afraid if I allow him to analyze my behavior any further, he might catch on.

I slowly but with intention, move my right hand down to cup my pussy hoping to distract him from asking the questions he must be aching to ask and I instantly feel him. All of him. Like a scorching iron ready to brand me as his cock presses into me, just as quickly taking me back to the point of no return. I’m wet, needy, and ready to get back to where we were before I ran off. Sebastian's hand slowly wraps around my waist, his fingers gracefully inching closer to my pussy until his hand rests above mine. Together we slide my fingers through my silky lips, his heavy hand applying the perfect amount of pressure making me whimper against the wall, my cheek flat against the tile, while I curve my back and press my ass into his erection. It feels too fucking good I can hardly contain myself despite just having thrown up. I’m once again on the edge of ecstasy. How quickly these pesky hormones make me flip my switch back and forth from furious, to scared, to horny as fuck.

He continues to slide me through my folds, his thumb pressing against my clit as he abruptly pushes two fingers into me. “Fuck,” I cry out, throwing my head back onto his shoulders as my pussy immediately contracts around his fingers, my orgasm rippling through me causing my legs giving out, my body going flimsy as I lose my balance. But he catches me before I fall. He holds me up as I ride out the end of my orgasm, bucking against our intertwined palms until I’m nothing but a pile of ash at his mercy.

His mouth comes to my ear as his hot breath sends a final electric wave of pleasure through me, “I promise you baby, no one will ever make you feel that good. Not Walker, not your shiny little toy, no one. You remember that the next time you want to try and make me jealous.” His tongue darts out to lick across my neck before he shoves it into my ear. It’s equally uncomfortable and disturbingly pleasurable. “You. Are. Mine.”

“Fuck you,” I mutter breathily against the wall and he can’t hold back the guttural chuckle that comes next. Once again panting, so needy and ready from just the mere sound of his husky laugh.

His hand releases mine settling just above my navel piercing making me flinch in surprise. “All mine.”

I cringe afraid he might be onto me but shake it off knowing there is no fucking way he’d suspect. Men are clueless, boys even worse. But deep inside my fear awakens with reeling thoughts of how he’ll react when he finds out how true his words are, and at the same time how fucking wrong.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

JADE

My eighteenth birthday—a day I both have equally looked forward to and dreaded since the moment I understood what it meant. In the past it signified my freedom, I would finally be anadultand could do with my life as I fucking pleased. Now, it means that for the first time in my entire life, I’m completely on my own, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.

I’m usually not one to make a fuss over the day of my birth, not when in reality to me it signifies the day my life ended, at least the day it should have. My mother died giving birth to me, and as much as that phony school psychologist used to say to me, it is in fact my fault. Besides, she was just some quack I was forced to talk to in second grade after nearly sending Peggy Peters to the hospital after blabbing about my mother preferring to die than end up with a daughter like me. I mean sure it was me who grabbed the baseball bat we used for P.E. and bashed it across that thick skull of hers breaking her nose, but if you ask me I did her a favor. Thatnose job would have been expensive, and now thanks to me Piggy Peters no longer has a pig nose.

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