Page 11 of Backstroke

“Oh you know, just decided to save your ass. Figured it would make me look bad if you drowned in my pool. Thanks for ruining my party by the way,” I seethe, as I toss her a towel. It hits her in the chest, then falls to her lap, but she doesn’t move, only keeps her fierce eyes trained on me. Her mouth falls open, then closes. She grasps the towel in her hands, running her fingers along the soft material.

“I, um-” she trails off, as her eyes shift down to her drenched clothes. “Thank you.” Her voice cracks, and for a moment I think she’s going to start crying, but she doesn’t. She begins rubbing away the droplets on her skin, then dabs at her head. When she sees the bright red on the white towel, her face pales.For fuck’s sake.

“Don’t move,” I growl as I turn back to the bathroom to retrieve a first aid kit. All the while questions swirl through my mind like,why the hell did I bring her up here? Why didn’t I just let Gray call the paramedics?I know I used the excuse of my father, but the more I think about it, the more I don’t think thatwas really the case. Something about Fallon has gotten under my skin, and I fucking hate it. I don’t need or want anyone, least of all a weird emo chick. My brain immediately rejects my aspersions because I can deny it all I want. Fallon is hot in a weird outcast sort of way, but definitely not my type. However, the way she fights with me has my cock stirring in my tight, wet jeans.

My satisfaction rises when I return to find her just as I left her.Hmm, she can actually do what she’s told. Interesting.

She gazes up at me as my large body looms over her. I drop the kit to the bed and rummage through to find some ointment and butterfly bandages. Falling to my knees, bringing me eye level with her, enables me to clearly see the wound. Heavy silence lingers between us, but I won’t be the one to fill it. I pull the towel from her hands and dab the area to clean off the excess blood. She winces, but remains still. Seeing her so vulnerable stirs something deeper within me. Something I definitely don’t want to explore right now.

“You hit your head when you fell in the pool,” I grumble as I push her blue hair away from the area. Instantly, I see a large scar that was covered. Fallon immediately pulls away, placing her hand over her forehead,

“You’ve done enough. I can tend to this when I get back to my room.” She tries to stand, but I’m too close and I don’t budge, forcing her back down. I want to know how the hell she got a scar like that, and why she is so embarrassed of it.Why the fuck do I care if she has some freakish scar?For some reason I do, which pisses me off even more. My mind and body are warring with each other and I don’t know which will win.

“Sit your ass down, Fallon,” I grit out, getting her attention. She raises her eyebrow, and I know she’s about to start a fight.

“Okay, I know you think you rule this school, but I hate to tell you that I’m not one of your royal subjects, so get the hell outof my way,” she retorts, her voice sharp and unwavering. Fire flames her steel eyes, determination etched across them.She’s a sly little fox that brings out the beast in me.

I move in closer, my gaze locking onto hers, a smirk playing on my lips. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” I say, my voice low and threatening. “But you’re playing a dangerous game.”

She doesn’t flinch, her chin only lifts defiantly. “I’m not afraid of you.”

My scowl deepens. “You should be. I’ve never wanted to fight with someone more in my life. Youwillsubmit to me, or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Her eyes narrow, the fire in them burning brighter. “I’d like to see you try.”

The challenge in her voice sends a thrill through me. Breaking her has rocketed to the top of my list. I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “Oh, I will. And you’ll regret ever crossing me.”

“So, let me repeat myself. Sit. The. Fuck. Down,” I demand. She folds her arms over her chest, causing her large breasts to rise. My traitorous cock continues to harden. Being in her proximity is both intoxicating and maddening.

“Make me,” she challenges.

I jump up as the long forgotten bandages flutter to the floor. My hand grasps her jaw tightly, eliciting a small whimper from her pouty lips. I can’t deny that having her at my mercy makes me hard as hell. I want to teach this brat a lesson, and I know just how.

“You should have listened to me, little fox. That mouth is about to be stuffed,” I tsk, as I press her down to her knees. She tries to push back, but my size and strength overpowers her.

“I’m not sucking your dick, asshole. I don’t owe you anything,” she spits out, looking up to me from her knees.Fuck, seeing her like this has me harder than steel.She should always be on her knees before me. It suits her.

“Let’s agree to disagree. Now, take me out!” She purses her lips at my demand, and doesn’t move an inch. I need something to threaten her with. A smile spreads over my face when I remember the way she reacted when her friend suggested they go out to the pool. My little fox is scared of water.Oh, this will be fun.

“Do it, or I’ll throw your ass back in the pool. And this time I won’t save you.” Her eyes flash with panic before she can school her features.Bingo. I’ve got her exactly where I want her.

“Y-you wouldn’t,” she stutters, but she can see the determination in my eyes. I bend over, bracing my hands on the bed behind her, caging her in. I’m inches away from her face, inhaling the same air.

“Are you sure you want to test that theory?” I taunt her. The war is playing in her mind. She doesn’t know how far I’ll go to get what I want. I stay in her space until she drops her eyes to my pants.That’s a good girl.I rise back to my full height as her trembling fingers reach up to my zipper. Slowly, she inches it down, biting on her lip in the process.Fuck if that doesn’t make me want to take it in my mouth and suck.

Since my pants are soaked, she has to unbutton them to pull my boxers down. A gasp falls from her lips when my hard length springs from my pants. Fallon’s hands fall to her lap, taking a steadying breath.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a cock before?” I laugh. Surely she isn’t a virgin. No one is nowadays. But the look in her eyes tells me exactly what I need to know. This is her first time. A part of me says to go slow, but the other says to pound into her mouth until her eyes stream with tears. Unfortunately for her, the latter wins out.

“I-I haven’t…” But I don’t let her finish.

“Open your mouth,” I order. Her eyes alight with a fire I’ve never seen before, challenging me. She inhales deeply, hernostrils flaring. Her disobedience has made me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Never have I been denied, and until now I never knew how stale sex had become. Fallon might be the missing match I’ve been needing to light up my world.

She hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Why should I?”

I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “Because you have no choice,” I murmur, my words laced with a promise of both danger and excitement.

Slowly she opens up, but her eyes remain firm. She may be inexperienced, but she’s not backing down without a fight. I can see her resolve as though I’m looking into a mirror. It’s like we were cut from the same cloth. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize just how much she mirrors my own perseverance. The mystery of her defiance and the thrill of the unknown make my pulse quicken.

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