Page 51 of Trustfall

My core pulses at his words, and I might die if I don’t come right now. Luke moves his leg so that I’m not rubbing up against his zipper. Instead, I’m straight-up humping his leg.

“You’re almost there, baby. Come on my fucking thigh. I need you to be nice and soaked before you take my cock.”

Jesus, I’ve never done anything remotely like this before, but if it’s wrong…then I just don’t fucking care. I rub myself on his thigh a few more times until I’m screaming his name as an orgasm rolls through me. Luke leans down and holds me through each aftershock, whispering words of praise in my ear.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he rasps.

I haven’t even fully recovered from my orgasm when I see him start to unbuckle his belt. He flicks open the button on his jeans, sliding down the zipper and shoving his pants and boxer briefs down before discarding them. He pulls a condom out of his pants pocket, ripping it open with his teeth before he slides it on his thick cock. Did he know this was going to happen? Or does he always keep a condom in his pocket just in case?

I don’t have time to think too hard about it because he scrambles back over to me, bracing both hands on either side of my head. He leans over, and I feel his hot breath against my ear. Anticipation crackles between us.

“Fuck, Em. I can’t wait anymore.”

“I need you, Luke. I just…” I falter.

No, no, no. Not now. Please not now. Don’t ruin this. Don’t take this from me.

But despite my pleas, my mind instantly shifts to the last time I had sex. I still remember the scent of alcohol andheron his breath. The stench of cheap perfume clinging to his shirt. He didn’t even take it off. He wanted me to smell it. He wanted the reminder of what he had just done to linger while he was inside me. He was angry because I was busy with finals and my clinical internship, and he thought I wasn’t making enough time for him. I got stuck in the hospital one night and had to cancel dinner with him, and he just… snapped.

He had cheated on me before, but this was the first time he forced me to watch. As he kissed her. Ripped her clothes off. Spread her legs, and buried his head in between them. She was some freshman he met at a frat party. He told her I liked to watch, but she was so drunk she didn’t seem to care one way or the other. The act was so much worse because it was something he refused to do with me. I had asked once, and he made me feel dirty for even suggesting it. He told me it was gross, and most guys hated it, so I never asked again. Now here he was doing it to a complete stranger while I watched. I was sobbing by the time he finished. I don’t even think he made her come. She definitely didn’t look satisfied when he threw her clothes at her and barked at her to leave. It wasn’t about her pleasure. Or his. It was about teaching me a lesson. When he was done, he walked over to where I was curled up on the floor in the corner of the room, clutching a pillow. He crouched down, eyeing me with disgust, like I was the dirt beneath his shoes.“Stop being a baby, Emory. I didn’t even fuck her. But keep up this behavior, and next time I will. And you’ll watch every fucking second.”

The worst part is that I begged him to fuck me after that. It was the only way I felt like I could erase what had just happened. He didn’t let it go, though. Not even when he was inside me. With each thrust, he tore me apart with his words.You’re pathetic, Emory. You’re lucky you have me. No one else will ever want you. You don’t even deserve me. I should just leave you here and go to California alone.

And he did.

Leave me, that is.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. He didn’t even walk at graduation. We were supposed to move to California together, but he went alone and left me with nothing but the memory of the worst night of my life. I’ve never told anyone what happened that night. Not even Allie.

I look up at Luke, who is still waiting for me. His breath comes in quick bursts, his eyes darting with wild intensity. Dark hair tumbles over his forehead, framing a fierce expression, as a bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He’s a picture of masculine beauty. All hard edges and planes, and he’s waiting forme.

Say something, Emory. Say anything.

I’m not letting Jaxon ruin this. Fuck him. Fuck the memories.

“It’s been a while…” I admit.

“It’s okay. We’ll go slow,” he says as he brings the tip of his cock up and rubs it up and down against me. I groan at the sensation, and Luke smirks. “You want this?” He flicks his eyes down to where he’s teasing me.

That’s all it takes. Three words in his sexy rasp, and I’m frantic, nodding and pulling him closer to me, trying to get him to push it in. I don’t want it. Ineedit. Like my body needs nourishment. Like my lungs need air. But he just chuckles and shakes his head.

“Slow, remember? I need your words first, baby. Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Really, really bad. Please,” I whine.

He curses and grasps his cock, lining it up with my entrance before slowly pushing in. I let out a pained whimper. Not because it hurts, but because it feels too good, and I need more. Luke freezes, probably because he thinks he’s hurting me.

“More,” I pant.

“Jesus, Em. You’re so fucking tight. I can barely get it in.”

“Just try. Please. I don’t care if it hurts. I need to feel all of you.”

His eyes hood, and he pulls back an inch before slamming inside me in one go. I cry out at the intrusion, and he instantly stills, a look of concern etched across his face.

“Shit. Did I hurt you?”

“No. No…it feels amazing. I just need you to move, please.”

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