Page 69 of Van Cort
They stared at each other, and for the first time in all the time he’d been taking this kind of punishment, someone looked at him with kind eyes. Part of him enjoyed it, but another part couldn’t bear the pity. He sneered and looked out the window, trying to erase her face. It didn’t work, and, more importantly, it only made him want to look at her for longer.
She leaned forward, regardless of his temper, and slipped her hand into his with a small smile. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
She was everything for him at that moment. A bright ray of light in what was becoming darker and darker day by day. Even West didn’t help anymore. He ignored the bruises and chose not to talk about any of it. Not that Rhett would have done. He did it for West, took the pain for West. Had to.
“Does this happen often?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. He tugged at her until she got closer and pushed his mouth over hers whether she wanted to kiss or not. He didn’t know why he’d done it - denial maybe, or the want for something other than pain, but, either way, she didn’t pull back. He could feel her hesitancy, though, and didn’t like it, so he pushed a little harder to encourage her. His hand wrapped around to grab her ass and pull her tighter in, and before he realised what was happening, he had his hand in her panties and was forcefully pushing his fingers inside her.
She gasped and lay back on the floor, panting. It wasn’t enough. Rhett needed more somehow, and again, whether she wanted to or not, he took her hand and pushed it towards hiscock, harshly. He rubbed her hand with his, making her put pressure on it. It still wasn’t enough, even when he unbuckled his jeans and wrapped her hand around it.
They looked at each other through broken kisses and panting breaths. Rhett knew exactly what he wanted, and he needed her to let him do it. He tugged at her jeans, scraping them over her ass until one of her legs was free of the material and she could get her legs wider. She looked worried as she lay there. Rhett didn’t care. He needed this, and he was tired of waiting for some perfect fucking moment to arrive. She wanted to help? This was it.
“Rhett… I…” He moved between her legs, shoved down his own open jeans to get his cock out fully, and silenced her with his mouth. She put her hands on his shoulders, pushing a little. He just kept kissing her and moving his fingers around inside her to get closer to what he wanted.
The eventual moan that slipped from her lips made him run the tip of his cock against her panties and push the material to the side. “Tell me this is mine,” he rasped, as the head of his cock pushed into her slick wetness. He groaned and pulled out, desperate for that first sensation again. Her mouth was wide, her eyes wider. She was so fucking still, he didn’t know whether she wanted this or not. He did, though. That’s all he knew. “Tell me.”
He dipped his cock in again, and again, and again until she was panting a rhythm with him, and her head was nodding.
“Yours,” she murmured.
That’s all he needed. He grabbed hold of her hip and shoved in as hard as he could, knowing that’s what he needed to do with a virgin. Everything blurred his senses as she cried out. He looked at the door in his mania and covered her mouth with his hand, never once stopping, pulling out to push in again.
Her fingers curved over his shoulders as he did, gripping on, and in seconds they were kissing again, and he was pushing hiships faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Something like lightning was breaking in his thoughts, and she was mumbling and moaning behind his hand. It was all so tight, and warm, and perfect.
It was fucking bliss.
There wasn’t anything soft about it from that point on, and it sure as hell wasn’t some perfect moment he thought she deserved. He was frantic and harsh and still thinking with the anger he started with. He didn’t care if it hurt her, and he didn’t care if this wasn’t like it should be, because, to him, this was everything he needed to forget.
She tried moving, so his hands turned heavier on her and his grip bit into her skin to keep her at the angle he wanted. Yet she still groaned and moaned, despite how much he must be hurting her. As if by magic, she suddenly started moving perfectly with him, and then he felt something shift inside her. It was like a pulsing, or a tightening, around him and then she was almost rigid. It sent him over the edge quicker than he could contain or wanted. He kept going, and going, blind with need, until, in a flash, the memory of pregnancy came into his head. He pulled his ass back sharply, ripping his cock from her before he came so he could grab hold of it and finish himself off.
The hazed look on her face changed as he climbed over her leg and started pumping his cock in front of her. She stared at it in his hand, as he kept running his hand back and forth quickly. It didn’t take long, and he grabbed at her checked shirt to pull it up and reveal her tight breasts. That’s where the cum landed.
For one perfect moment, that vision, and everything they’d just done, seared itself into his head and cleared everything else. He was soft for a while - without pain, without hate.
So this was what sex felt like.
He took his fingers to her mouth, pushing them inside it so he could watch her taste his cum. She frowned a little, but he keptpushing. One way or another, he needed to see his cum inside her.
“Suck them. Do it, Lara.”
She did. In fact, for once in her life, she seemed to do everything he said, or guided her to, without biting back or arguing. He gazed quietly as she rolled her tongue over his fingers and felt himself beginning to harden again. It all made sense suddenly. She was something he could control like this, something that might make his life worth living. But whilst her mouth would have to do this time, he knew it wouldn’t be good enough next time. She needed contraception.
Eventually, the moment was over, and Rhett realised they were half-dressed in his father’s study still. He snatched a glance at the still closed door and looked down at her. A long fucking breath exhaled at the vision. It was beautiful - she was. He might, at some point in the future, tell her that, but, for now, it was West’s job.
A half chuckle came out of him at the thought, until he noticed blood on her panties. He frowned and looked up at her sharply.
He had hurt her.
For a second, he couldn’t work out if he was happy about that or not.
And then he didn’t understand why he’d even enjoy her hurt.
“You okay?” she asked. He sat back on his booted heels. “Rhett?” She sounded nervous.
“Blood.”
She smiled. “It’s fine. It’s what happens the first time.” Oh. Yeah.
