Elena's POV
His tongue is swirling, his breath hot against my neck.
No…
No…
No…
I cannot get caught up in this, not with everything that is happening!
But damn! He is making it so freaking hard for me to resist him.
"Elena…" he grunts my name in the most sexy voice I have ever heard, cupping my breasts and drinking hungrily from my lips.
I do not know how we got here. A few minutes ago he was standing in my doorway being rude about it. Even looked angry, reminding me of one stupid spoiled child. I was seconds away from slamming the door in his face.
Now his hands are in my hair
I cannot believe I am the one tearing at his shirt, acting like I have no control.
A few days ago, I hated this man. Now what the hell do I feel?
He is not gentle. I want to be clear about that. I think after this session, I would need to go to the hospital and get my body fixed, because what we are doing is one stone's throw away from full blown BDSM
He kisses me the same way he knocked on my door at 11PM. Like he is certain and irritated about being certain. Like wanting me is something that is happening to him against his will and he has decided to stop fighting it.
I kiss him back the same way I opened the door. Against everything I know. Fully aware this is a terrible idea. Doing it anyway.
We fall onto my bed in a tangle of bad decisions and I feel the weight of him and the warmth and the way his hands move like he has already decided exactly what he wants. He pulls back for one second and looks at me in the low light of my dorm room, breathing hard, and his eyes are dark and complicated and I hate that he is beautiful. I genuinely hate it.
"You're still angry at me," he says.
"Yes," I say.
He kisses me again. Harder this time, like my anger is not a reason to stop but a reason to continue. My hands find his pants, struggling to get them off him and at the same time, wondering where my wildness was coming from
In between everything my mind keeps catching on things. The way he stood in the quad and looked through me. The cold in his voice when he said scholarship girls are always desperate. And now his hands are on my waist and his mouth is at my collarbone and he says my name again, low and rough, and I feel it everywhere.
I should get this bastard of me!
You humiliated me! The image of the quad burns in my head
"You humiliated me too…" he replies. I didn't even know that I said that out loud.
"How about this…" he dips his hand into his pants, and when he brings it out, following it is a thick long shaft. "Let's make it up to each other "
I gasped. I don't think I have seen anything that big. I gulp hard, trying to moisten how dry my throat has gone.
He leans down to me and pulls me closer so I can feel his hard bulge against my stomach.
I feel the river pour into my underwear embarrassingly.
He took my breast into his warm mouth, switching from left to right aggressively.
My toes curl. I am gasping for air right now.
The way he touches me… it is so rough and… and I think I like it.
Now one hand is squeezing my ass.
Wait, how did I even get naked?
I am left no moment to think about that because right now, he is working his lips down my body, towards my entrance.
He pauses. Why the hell did he pause?
I see his grey eyes burn into mine. "Do you want this?" His voice is hoarse. And damn, the way he says my name…
I nod quickly, unable to form the yes, but he understood anyway. Smart boy.
His hands are warm and sure and the room is very quiet except for our breathing and outside the campus is just dark and ordinary like nothing is happening in here. Like I am not completely being…
FUCK!!!
HIs lips hit my clit. His tongue is dancing around and I am squirming.
I clasp my hands against my lips. I refuse to be the talk of the dormitory the next day.
I am shaking right now moaning out his name.
A sensation passes through my veins, my spinal cord, down to my legs. I can't hold it in anymore. "Tobias…" I moan as I reach climax
Then he rises, his face covered in my fluid. I see a wicked smile cross his lips.
He spread my legs apart. I am quaking and I should stop him. But I don't. For whatever weird reasons, I want to know how fat he can go.
Like butter on bread, my legs are spread open. Then he enters inside of me, his width stretching me open, his length hitting the spot before I even get used to it.
There he goes, Tobias, ramming into me like a mad bull
There he goes, Tobias, pressing down on my neck, threatening to choke the life out of me
There I go, Elena, loving every single bit of it as I manage to whisper, "choke me harder Tobias…"
***
Afterward we lie there and the ceiling is just a ceiling and the room is warm and my whole body feels used up. I think of Maya. I know she betrayed me, but I did worse. I just slept with her love interest. She will never forgive me. God… what came over me?
He breaks the silence
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing."
"You're thinking something."
I turn my head and look at him. In the dark he looks softer now.
"You are dating Maya…"
He shrugs. "Who says I can't have both of you?"
"What the fuck!" I'm springing up. This asshole doesn't even feel sorry. I am delusional if I think he'd treat me any better. Fucking res flag.
"You should go," I say.
"Girls hate the truth, why," he sighed, getting up and putting on his cloth
"Except now you tore my shirt…" he turned and stared straight at me.
I gulped. His chest was rock hard.
"I know you still want me…" he smiled. Wicked
My face reddens in embarrassment. I look away. Have I no control of myself
"This wasn't nothing," he says. Still not looking at me.
I stare at the ceiling and say nothing back.
The door closes.
The burner phone vibrates immediately he leaves
The message is already there. It was always already there.
Interesting choice, Elena. Does Thomas know his brother was just in your bed?
I sit up slowly.
The curtains are closed. The door is locked. I have checked this room for cameras several times. I have never found anything.
And yet.
I type back for the first time ever. My hands are steady. My chest is not.
Who are you?
Three dots. Immediate.
Someone who has been watching you far longer than you know. Sleep well Elena. To
morrow is going to be a very bad day.
I read it twice. Then a third time.