Page 144 of Twisted Ties
“Hmmm,” I murmur.
“Rhianna, do you want it?” he says, fucking me so hard the entire cabin seems to rock.
Each thrust has my eyes rolling around in their sockets, moans and whimpers flying from my mouth. It feels so good. He makes me feel so good.
“Rhianna,” he growls. “Tell me: do you want my come? Do you want me pumping you full of it?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Yes,” he repeats, his voice so deep, so low, it’s almost lost to a rumble in his broad chest. “Yes, you do, don’t you? Because you’re mine. All mine. My mate. My pretty girl. And my cock is just what you need.”
He braces one of his hands by my head, leaning back to deepen the angle, and with the other hand he rubs at my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, the combination in my pussy and where he is touching me divine, and when I come, I scream so loud, I swear they must hear me all the way out in the dueling ground.
My cunt clenches and convulses around him as I ride the after-waves of pleasure.
“See how much you want it? See how your pussy is milking me for it? Shit, Rhi, You’re so… so …” With a grunt he comes, hot liquid flooding inside me. My bond goes wild for it, vibrating so violently inside my belly I crash over the edge with him, and we collapse down on the floor, panting, me still jolting in his arms.
I stroke the damp hair from his neck and kiss his cheeks, wrapping my legs around him. Not wanting him to go, even as he rocks gently and his cock softens.
Slowly, he slips out of me, examining my thighs as he does.
“Don’t waste it,” he says, trailing his fingers up my thigh to capture the come that’s dribbling down my leg. He scoops it up in his fingers and thrusts it up inside my still-thrumming pussy. “I want you to have it all.”
I gaze at his face, his eyes so dark like that first moment we met, like my dream. His own gaze is fixated on his fingers, buried inside my pussy. He looks entranced, beautiful. I know I’m falling for him. I always was, regardless of the bond.
“I wish we could be together like this all the time,” I whisper, even though I know it’s my fault we’re apart. That I chose it, chose to return to the school.
“We will be,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck. “We will be eventually. You, me, and Stone too. Together.”
And his words make that strange sensation in my core spin like a carousel.
46
Spencer
“Where’s the pig girl?”I ask.
I thought she’d be here, doing her duty as our team’s helping hand, lining up to kiss our cheeks and wish us luck. Instead, it’s Summer and her girls, so fucking buzzed, I’m surprised they’re not wetting their panties.
“Her?” Summer says. “I told her to stay away. I didn’t think you’d want her polluting the air with her bad smell before the match.”
“Not to mention her bad attitude,” Aysha says. “Only positive vibes. We wanted you boys to know how much we’re rooting for you.”
So much so, half these girls were ‘helping’ my teammates to relieve stress yesterday evening, even though Coach insists on a strict no-sex ban before a match this big.
“Hey,” Dan said, when I reminded him of this, “a blowie isn’t technically sex.”
“It’s still blowing your load.”
“It helps me sleep.”
Maybe it’s something I should have gone for too. Five different members of the cheerleading squad knocked on my door last night offering their services. I’d sent them all away. Choosing instead to toss and turn in my bed all night. Not from nerves, from fucking adrenaline, the plays and our game plan buzzing around my head like a swarm of crazed hornets.
“Who wants a good luck kiss first?” Summer asks, fake eyelashes fluttering. She’s in her element today. This is as much about her performance as it is ours. She loves the limelight and as head of the cheerleading squad it will be all hers.
“I’d rather sit back and watch you make out with Aysha,” Dan says with a smirk. “That will definitely give me the encouragement I need.”
Chloe scowls at him and he grabs her by the waist and drags her down onto his lap. “You know it’s my favorite type of porn, sweetheart. Gets me in the mood.” He nuzzles her neck.
