“I’ll be the one to decide.”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“You don’t get to work me up only to say stop.” He kissed her again, and she lost her train of thought. Her wrists were pinned to the bed as he used his other hand to slip into her boxers. She couldn’t close her legs since Ben was on top of her, and he ran his fingers along her sex. He broke the kiss and pulled back with a massive grin. He pressed his wet fingers to her lips and painted them with her wetness.
“You still going to tell me to stop, because I’m pretty sure your body wants me.” Then he kissed her lips, sucking them into his mouth and licking the evidence of her arousal off.
“I don’t …” she said between kisses, and squirmed under him.
“Shhh … you want this,” he insisted.
“I … no … don’t …”
“Yes, you do,” He found her sex again and thrust two fingers inside. Her hips came off the bed and her back arched.
“Ben–” He kissed her to shut her up as his fingers pumped in and out. She whimpered not from pleasure.
“See? I knew you’d like it.”
“It hurts …” His thumb circled her clit. “No …” Why did she have to drink so much? She was having trouble forming words. “Stop …” Her heart pounded and the room spun, she wanted him to stop but he wouldn’t.
Ben added more pressure to her wrists while his other one kept going down below. They burned from his hold as she struggled to move. She didn’t want this and yet she felt an orgasm climbing. He was confusing her moans of pain with pleasure and all she wanted was to stop it from happening.
Alyssa opened her eyes as wide as she could and tried to sober up. She stared up at the ceiling and said, “Ben. Stop.”
But he ignored her and kept his torment on her body. He bit down on her neck, licking it and then biting again. Her blood was rising, the impending orgasm getting closer and she wanted it to stop.
“I said stop,” she begged.
“I know you want this, baby. You’ve wanted my dick inside that sweet pussy of yours ever since we met.”
She squeezed her eyes shut fighting off the orgasm. “I … I …” she couldn’t get the words out as her release tore through, hitting her so hard she shuddered under Ben. She was motionless, in shock over the way her body reacted to his touch even though she desperately did not want it. How was it possible that she orgasmed the way she just did? She felt dirty, emotionless.
Disgusting.
“Yeah … That’s it. I knew you wanted it. Give it to me,” he muttered near her ear. Ben let go of her wrists and stood on his knees as she stared at the ceiling astonished. She heard a zipper, saw a blur of material … felt her body jerk, but nothing was processing. Her body was shutting down, her eyes grew heavy and she was sinking away.
And then she felt pressure between her legs and her arms went flying. Something wasn’t right, she just didn’t know what, only that she needed to stop it. Too much tequila. Her mind faded, darkness taking her under, as Ben grabbed her wrists again and pinned them down by the sides of her head, all the while a dull pressure built and built down below and she was powerless to stop it.
“Shhh … You want this.”
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Alyssa’s head pounded when she woke up. She was disoriented and puzzled. What the hell happened last night? It was like a jack hammer was going off inside her head. She was still drunk and she was nauseous to the core. She sat up too quickly and the room spun, so she lay back down trying to fight off the bile rising to her throat. She had to work this afternoon but had no idea what time it was and looked around for a clock. The red light from the cable box said 6:00 am and she decided she was going back to bed.
Alyssa groaned and turned over to see a sleeping Ben and smiled. He was passed out. Last night had been fun, playing darts and trying to arm wrestle him. As she watched him sleep, confusion set in … what happened after arm wrestling? Her head pounded even more trying to remember how they ended up in bed. She remembered falling … and him kissing her and her kissing him back, but the rest was a complete blank. It was the first time she blacked out and truly had no idea what happened.
Something about last night wasn’t sitting right in her gut. Maybe it was the after effects from the bottle of tequila she chugged with Ben? She shuffled her legs into a comfortable position and felt a sting between her thighs. She paused, wondering why that happened. She moved her legs again seeing if the sting was still there … and sure enough, it was. Did they have sex last night? No … her clothes were still on and even though she lusted after Ben when they first met, she didn’t want to sleep with him. She didn’t like him like that, especially after being with Johnny. Despite his refusal to speak to her, Johnny owned her heart completely. He just didn’t know it.
Alyssa shrugged, going back to sleep deciding that she would think about it later.
The burial had been today.
Five days after Jace died. Five days after he watched Jace be taken off life support.
Watching your best friend be lowered six feet into the ground did shit to John’s head.
It fucked him up pretty badly.