Page 55 of Jerk
All-consuming.
The weight of the world disappears as ripples of pleasure burst through me. The rain slips through the leaves, making me grip his wet body harder as he finds his rhythm. It’s precise, focused, his cock slamming into me as the grooves and indents of the bark push into my skin.
“That’s it,” he groans, pulling all the way out. Then he rams into me. “Fuck, you take me so fucking well.” He pulls out again, forcing a scream of pleasure when he plunges into me again. Then again. He bottoms out with each thrust. Each one like power between my legs. “You look so fucking good with my cock inside you. Do you feel that?” He groans, a hand under my ass, one against the tree. It gives him more leverage to poundinto me, the clapping of our skin slipping into the melody of the storm.
“It sounds like I’m controlling you, Rye.” He pivots his hips into me, each thrust taking me closer and closer. It feels like I’ve popped Molly and valium all at once, my body doing things I’ve never felt before. “Thought you wanted to make me lose control.” I’m bluffing. I know it since it takes me slashing my nails across his back to stay grounded in reality.
“You fucking brat.” A hand lands against my throat, my body weightless as he pushes my skin into the wood. His thrusts quicken, like my words get to him in the best way as I grip to him. “You might want to shut the fuck up if you want to survive this.” He pushes his thumb up into my mouth, and I can’t help but bite on it. He smirks, groaning as he drills into me harder. “I’m going to make sure you always know who’s in control.” And he’s determined, the way his grip tightens around my throat and my ass like he wants to do more than control me. He wants to own me.
“Fuck!” I cry. I don’t think he can go faster, but he does, my back arching against the wood. But I beg for more. I crave more. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
“Only because you asked nicely.” His head dips, taking my hard nipple into his mouth again. Tingles erupt inside me, flowing to my skin. His thrusts get firmer as he pulls me into him. I can feel every inch. Every vein. Every throb.
“I-I’m gonna?—”
“I dare you,” he growls against my chest before claiming my lips again.
“Rye!” I cry against his mouth, my voice lost in another clap of thunder. “Oh, god!” My stomach tightens as his breath becomes ragged. “Yes! Please! Yes!” The ground beneath us shakes, my body tensing on him. "Please, yes!" I'm there, I'm right there!
Everything blurs as I reach that release. My cheeks tingle, my body bursting into glitter. He slides in and out of me, my hips moving with him as my entire body shakes, my wetness coating his cock.
"Oh my fucking god!" He takes it all, holding me tight as I shatter into pieces. I let everything out. Right onto him. The weight of the semester. My friends who abandon me. My family, who don't want anything to do with me. I let it all out on him.
“Now that’s a good girl,” he says. “Do that again for me.” He doesn’t slow his pace. He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath. He doesn’t give me a second to come down before he continues to impale me with his long, throbbing length.
“Fuck!” I cry, losing all control over my body. My legs go limp, my body sagging in his hold as the world goes blank.
He chuckles as I clamp on him again, my eyes rolling back as my body convulses with pleasure. I’m weightless. Flying. I’m on a whole other planet as I ride out this intense feeling.
His words land against my ear, his thrusts slowing. “That’s my girl.” I gasp for air as he wraps his arms around me, his cock still throbbing inside me in a way that prolongs the waves of the aftermath.
We don’t say anything for a while, Rye holding me against the tree, my dress hiked to my waist.
Then I crash down to earth.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck, did we just do that?
Before I can speak, his lips come to my cheek in a way that startles me and comforts me at the same time.
He leans back, his eyes meeting mine. They’re hooded. Glossy. Like he’s in the same trance I’m in. “Did I hurt you?” he asks
His question startles me, too. “Wh-what?”
“Did I hurt you?” he repeats, his words slow and clear like he did indeed mean it.
“No, not this time.” It was the opposite of hurt. Bliss? Ecstasy?
Perfection.
“Why didn’t you stop me, Hannah?”
I blink, and I hate how powerless I sound when I say, “I couldn’t.”
“Get up, we're leaving."
My eyes pop open to the sound of his voice, the morning light leaking through the trees. My eyes adjust to the sun, my back aching, my thighs sore, my lips like they’ve been stung by bees.
