Page 31 of Freckles

I duck into the bathroom to take a moment, and stay there, staring blankly into the wide mirror. The door opens and I jump, splashing a handful of water onto my face as cover, then blink away the drops, dismayed to see Kincaid push into the room.

“Nice to see you get as hot and bothered as you make me.” His sharp eyes check the room for other occupants and return to mine, looking satisfied that we’re alone. “You know, I can sort your school fees if you like. I’m happy to resolve any problems for my girlfriend.” The point of his canines protrudes from beneath his top lip. “All you have to do is beg.”

“The only thing I’ll beg is for you to stay the hell away from me.” I defiantly meet his gaze. “And I’ll sort the fees myself. You heard the secretary. Five minutes out of my mother’s day and it’ll be done.”

I give a little scream when he clutches my wrist to draw me close, breath hot against my ear. “That’s good. I’d hate for you to be kicked out of here.”

He spins me and clamps his fingers over my mouth, pulling me flush against his chest while a strange buzzing noise fills my ears.

It takes a second to realise the noise isn’t inside my head, there’s a device in his hand. A pink vibrator fitted over his forefinger. Despite my struggle, I’m breathless as he slides the hand under my kilt, slipping the buzzing finger inside my panties.

The vibrator strokes against my clit, making me jump like it’s an electric shock, and my hands, which had been clawing his fingers, grip his forearm instead, eyes snapping to the reflection of his watchful gaze like magnets.

His lips brush against my ear. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

My eyelids flutter as he circles my clit with the toy. I’ve never used a vibrator before. The sensations are so foreign, so welcome, they quickly overwhelm me.

“You invade every thought. When I fall asleep at night, all I dream about is your face, your hair, your eyes.”

Even when his hand drops from my mouth, I don’t call for help. The increasing rush of pleasure clouds my head. As he spins me to face him, his thumb brushes over my nipples, hard beneath his numbered shirt.

He pinches one and closes his lips over mine to catch the gasp, drawing back and flicking his tongue like it tickles.

“I can’t wait for you to be in my bed, your hands fisted in the sheets, your cunt glistening, begging to be fucked.”

Knees trembling, I cling to his shirt, barely coherent with his finger vibrating as it strokes near my clit, his dirty words stroking my brain.

“You’ll be so wet that you’ll open to take all of me, and I’ll fuck you long… and hard… and slow… I’ll fuck you until the top of your head explodes with pleasure and you can’t remember how to breathe.”

A cry emerges from my throat, the sound so foreign if it didn’t resonate in my windpipe, I wouldn’t recognise it as mine.

His breath puffs against my ear and my focus narrows to the impossible feat of standing. Pleasure builds and builds—far beyond anything I’ve managed alone with my fingers—waves of sensation that flow over me and through me and drag me deep, deep, deep under until I don’t know where I am.

Kincaid rubs his gigantic cock against my hip, the hardness another compliment on top of his words of praise.

There’s friction from his cock, and the tiny vibrator teasing my clit, and in seconds—it can only be seconds—the world explodes in a thousand fragments of light. My knees sag, giving up completely as my ears fill with his satisfied chuckle.

Before I can move, before I can think, he raises the vibrator pushing the soaked silicone between his lips, tongue obscenely curling around its little body as he licks my juices from it, greedily sucking it clean.

The sweet taste of my orgasm is on my tongue as he thrusts into my open mouth, pressing so hard my lips pulse. Swollen. Bruised. Thoroughly claimed in a way I didn’t think existed outside of the most lurid romance novels.

“Do you like that, Freckles, hm? You like the taste of your virgin cunt?”

I dip my head, not wanting to look at his face. Not wanting to see him gloat.

He teeth graze a heated trail along the line of my jaw. “I was so wrong to suck my DNA out of you. From now on, I always want a piece of me inside you. Whether that’s my cock or fingers or tongue or my cum dribbling from your mouth or your arse or your sweet, sweet pussy.”

Kincaid pushes away and the loss hollows my insides, a gap I don’t know how to fill. He flashes a wide smile, sweet, as tender as my virgin flesh, still pulsing.

“Now we’re equal on orgasms, we can start again with a clean slate.”

A clean slate.

Because he forced himself on me and thinks that squares things. My head might still buzz, lost in the afterglow, but I yank my morality out of hiding.

This isn’t right.Heisn’t right.

“We’re not starting anything, Kincaid.” I gulp in a breath. “I don’t want you. I don’t even like you.” With my voice rising, close to hysteria, I push him away. “You can’t just touch me whenever you feel like it. I don’t want a single thing to do with you.”

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