Page 176 of Scrimmage

He’s not wrong. I’m practically quaking with need. Fuck the paint. Fuck it all. Fuck him. Literally. His hand travels down my hips and over my pelvis, clutching me between my thighs. I’m not wearing underwear. He knows it, because he hasn’t done my laundry. I think it’s on purpose.

“So fucking wet, baby girl.” He pats my pussy and backs away.

“Maybe next spring break I should go to the beach,” I muse out loud, as if he doesn’t exist. He hates that shit.

“What the fuck would you do there?” He’s trying to hold the anger in, but he’s faltering.

“I dunno. Sounds like the perfect place for me. Wet t-shirt contests. Letting men do body shots off of me. Penny and I can rent a cabana and do a whole ‘put a sock on the door’ thing for fun. Do you think they just let anyone dance in the strip club, or does it take special permission?”

We haven’t talked about any sort of future, but I can picture Koda and I. I can see it, and I don’t know if I hate that or like it. Even if we weren’t together, I don’t see how he wouldn’t come with Alexi on a beachy spring break trip, if only to torment me.

“You talk so much shit for someone who can’t go five minutes without begging for me to make you come.” His hand wraps around my throat. “I’ll drown you in fucking sink water and drink tequila out of your mouth. You won’t need some contest to be soaking wet.”

My breath hitches in my throat. I feel something cool pour over my chest. Sure enough, Koda is dumping a bottle of water over my breasts. My nipples pebble as the shirt soaks through. He throws the empty plastic to the side and takes both of them into his hands, squeezing and massaging them. His forefingers reach in front and flick the piercings, sending electric bolts straight to my clit.

“Now all I need is tequila. Too bad we’re all out.” He grins, flipping me around. He shoves his thumb between my lips and forces my mouth open before he spits in it. “Guess that’ll have to do.”

My pussy is on fire, pulsing. The thought of someone else touching me set him off, and that’s my favorite fucking thing. I feed off of his jealousy. It’s a fucked up thing to do, but it’s confirmation that he wants me. I’m something to covet. It’s not that I think I shouldn’t be, but usually that sort of territorial dominance comes from the wrong person.

He grabs my ass and forces me up into his arms, shoving me into the shelf of books we've dragged to the center of the room. Books and trinkets fall to the floor. He shoves my leggings off as quickly as he can, and I fumble for his jeans as we breathe the same oxygen. The second we’re free of the confines of clothing he forces my mouth open, dominating me with his tongue. My ass barely sits on the ledge of a shelf, and he drives into me with rage.

“You wanna know what it’s like to be railed at spring break?” He huffs a laugh. “Just like this, baby girl. You won’t need to pack sunscreen because you won’t see the sun. I’ll fucking live inside of you. I’ll be so deep…” He thrusts and forces me down on him, pressing himself against me. I gasp. “…For so long that you won’t remember a time that I wasn’t.”

I’m already climaxing. In the back of my mind I’m faintly aware that another spring break with Koda isn’t even a possibility despite my secret wishes. We’ll break it off by the end of the summer. This fantasy, though, is an orgasm for my ears. Sweat bursts across my skin like hangover chills, and I can feel every vein, every ridge, with every slam. My nails dig into his back as I ride him out and he presses his fingers into my hips, slamming me down onto him. It’s not gentle. It stings my clit in the best way. I toss my head back in ecstasy, hitting it against the shelf.

“Fuck, Ash.” He watches where we’re connected. “You’re all fucking over me.”

I moan, because every word he ever says during sex is tantalizing.

“Goddamn,” he mutters to himself, slowing his pace. I can’t take much more. He’s sending my body into overdrive with the way he’s looking at us and with how sensitive I am. More expletives fall from his lips, ignoring the fact that I’m barely holding on to life.

He pushes his thumb against my clit rubbing the both of us together. His sandy hair is coated with sweat. I reflexively reach up and trail my fingers along his torso, scratching lightly. He shuts his eyes and shoves his forehead against mine, trapping me against the shelf. His thumb presses against my lips and I take it in, sucking and rolling it with my tongue.

“Such a pretty fucking mouth.”

He watches my tongue as I work my magic, doing my best. I know my blow jobs are legendary, but he has never asked me for one. He doesn’t shove me to my knees or tell me to finish him. He just uses the pad of his thumb to trace my lips before sliding it across my tongue to the back of my throat. It’s menacing, He looks like he might decide to ram his entire fist down my throat and kill me, but it makes me come again as an aftershock while he finishes inside of me.

“Shit, Ashland. How will I ever get over you?”

He likes to pretend he’s going to pull out. A few minutes ago he was thinking about it, but he never does. It’s because he knows there will be a day that he can’t. We both do. What he just said proves that. He instantly dismantled that hopeful bullshit my head was trying to piece together.

I shove him off of me, just like I shove away the very real feelings he’s giving me. I flip on the shower and jump in quickly, trying to wash all of this away. Hopefully, when I step out he’ll have composed himself. But no, he steps in behind me.

“I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he admits.

I think it’s the fastest shower of my life.

“Please shut up, Koda,” I groan. “I know I have the Golden Pussy. It would be a problem if you did get over it.”

“Ash.” He tries to catch me as I jump out of the shower.

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” I call behind me.

He hurries to catch up, drying off and pulling on gym shorts. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

“I think we have Chinese leftovers.” I reach into the fridge and dig around.

“We ate an hour ago.”

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