Page 2 of Deny Me

It’s always been on the cards, right from day one. People may look at me and just see a horny young adult, but I’ve lived a shitty life where my mother has cast me aside for whatever flavour of the month she’s picked previously and where my dad up and left when I was eight and my brother was seven. So even as they may just see a horny guy, they couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t put it about, contrary to the rumours about me in this town, and I don’t let anyone in easily.

Same goes for Gabrielle. She’s a hard nut to crack, made of fucking stone most of the time, and that act is purely for my benefit. It’s okay, I like a challenge. It’s just a matter of time before she finally admits that she wants me.

That one night, when we were both here, alone, drinking, playing cards and passing the time by candlelight as we waited for the power cut to be over, is the one that changed everything. I’d always had a thing for her, and when we threw the cards away for a game of truth or dare, I took my chance. Dared her to kiss me, goaded her as I called her a chickenshit, and then it was like something took over as we fucked hard and fast, in several ways, each time dirtier than the last.

Best fucking night ever.

But since then, she’s frozen me out and blanks me when she can. As if that would ever work. I’ve made sure to stick my nose into every bit of her business, and when I can’t, Jared takes up the slack. He’s always had my back, and I know he always will. We’re as close as brothers can be. And she won’t be able to deny me forever.

ChapterThree

GABRIELLE

I fist the blanket as my body writhes from the feel of him pushing inside me. I moan quietly when his fingers rub my clit, his other hand on my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple as he thrusts inside of me. I’ve never felt anything like it as he fucks me into oblivion, making me come so hard that I scream his name over and over. And then he pulls out and flips me, so I’m on all fours before he thrusts back inside me, his finger running down the crack of my arse as he drives into me. I feel something cold land between my cheeks, and then he’s pushing his finger against my arsehole, making me rear back on his cock. I am fucking beside myself as he pushes his finger in, a little at a time, until he’s fucking me in both places.

“Oh my god,” I shout, my arms and legs threatening to give out from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving me.

“Touch your clit,” he demands, and I lick my fingers before moving them to my pussy and doing what he said. I struggle to hold myself up on the one arm, so I bend down further, resting my cheek on the pillow beneath me.

“Holy fuck…” I moan into the pillow, desperate for release but never wanting this feeling to end. I’ve never been so fucking full, and I’ve never been this fucking open with someone before.

“That’s it, take my dick like a good fucking girl,” he barks, and then he adds another finger to my arse as my pussy clenches tight.

“Mason,” I breathe.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he says. “Tell me or I’ll fucking stop.”

“No, don’t stop,” I beg.

“Then tell me, Gabrielle. Tell me how much you love my cock. Tell me how fucking good I make you feel.”

“Yes, oh god, yes,” I mutter, but then he starts to slow down, and I feel my release subsiding. “Please, don’t stop, Mason.”

“Then tell me,” he demands, almost stopping, before I turn my head to the side so I can see him as I say, “I fucking love your cock, and you make me feel so fucking good.”

His smile is everything as he picks up the pace again, all the sensations returning, every part of me sensitive to his touch.

“Tell me you want me,” he says, and I move my finger in a circle faster on my clit.

“I want you so bad,” I say, and in this moment, I truly mean it. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He grunts as he fucks me harder, faster, my words his undoing.

“Fuck, yes,” I say as I push back and meet his thrusts, his dick and his fingers pushing me higher and higher, until I’m rubbing my clit as fast as I can and coming all over his dick. And as my pussy continues to clench around him, he roars his release, pulling his fingers out of my arse and gripping my hips, pumping into me hard before we both collapse, covered in sweat and panting for breath.

I wake with a start and bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat as I throw the cover off and get out of bed. How the hell can he invade every part of my day and night like this? Even my fucking dreams want to remind me of what we did. I sigh and go to my bedroom door, opening it and padding my way quietly downstairs to get a glass of water. The last thing I want to do is wake anyone, especially when I’m all sweaty and panting.

The dream felt so real, the memory of that night replaying every time I close my eyes. It’s so fucking wrong. I shouldn’t have let it happen. God, if anyone found out… I shake my head as I go to the fridge and grab a bottle of cold water. I try to push the image of Mason out of my mind, with his short, dark hair that is just long enough for me to grab, and his large biceps and thighs from where he works out because he’s a sports guy through and through. And then there’s his dark eyes that feel like they’re looking into my soul. I’m trying so fucking hard to ignore how my body reacts when he’s around, how much my heart rate spikes, and how my heart just wants me to give in and go to him. I’ve put so much effort into hating him, and now, even my subconscious is refusing to play ball any longer.

I chug down the water, the ice-cold liquid doing nothing to dampen my desire for the one guy I shouldn’t be desiring at all.

“Are you okay?” I hear from behind me, and I let out a shriek as I drop the bottle and it sprays everywhere when it hits the tiles.

“Fucking hell, Jared,” I scold, reaching for the kitchen towel and wiping it over my legs and feet before bending to mop up the mess. I try to stop my heart from beating wildly while I catch my breath.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, grabbing another towel from the drawer to help me clean up the mess.

“Why are you creeping about like that?” I hiss, but I’m more irritated at myself for being wrapped up in my thoughts of Mason.

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