Cruel Devil: Chapter 21

I’m fucked. I am seriously and thoroughly fucked.

Harsh sunlight bleeds into the room. The clock on the wall reads eight AM. Late for me to be waking up, but not late enough that I need to hurry. Kasey is curled up in bed beside me, eyes closed, and blond hair fanning around her pillow. I close my eyes for a beat, breathing in the smell of her apple and vanilla shampoo. I stifle a groan. She smells I take in her delicate shoulders, the way she fits perfectly nestled in my arms, her ass pressing against my front. My dick stirs to life.

The thought of rolling her over and sliding my cock inside her wet heat has my dick jumping to attention. I press my hips against her and she lets out a breathy little sigh, pressing deeper into me in her sleep. She feels good in my arms. Right. Like she belongs there. Which is why I can’t stay in this bed any longer. If I do, I’m going to wake her up, fuck her, and then we’ll both have to face the reality of what happened last night. I doubt she’s ready for that. I know I’m not.

I slide my arm out from beneath her and climb out of bed, careful not to wake her. The sheet shifts with me, exposing her creamy skin and her perfect tits. Tits I had my hands on last night. My mouth on. I’m tempted to crawl back into bed, but it’s a bad idea. This. Us. I shake my head. Her mom just died and what do I do?

I’m a prick. I completely took advantage when she was grieving, when … my mind wanders and I start to count the days. Shit. Shit. I cover my face with my hand. She’s seventeen.

Even I know how seriously messed up that is.

Leaving her in my bed, I opt for a cold shower. Five minutes in and my dick is still rock hard, like it knows Kasey is on the other side of the wall, naked and waiting.

I fist my cock in my hand, stroking myself to relieve the pressure, when the shower curtain is pulled back and a very awake and very naked Kasey stands before me. She sees me, sees my fingers wrapped around my cock, and steps inside the shower, dropping to her knees to replace my hand with her own.

My dick jerks at her touch and a smile curls her lips.

What is this girl doing to me? “Kasey?” I groan. I’m not sure if it’s a warning or a plea.

Her big blue eyes look up at me through her lashes, her fingers barely able to close around my length. My gaze drops to her mouth, and the image of her lips wrapping around the head of my cock has me straining painfully in her grip. It would be so easy to slip between her lips, and I know it’d feel good. A thought trickles into my mind, wondering if she’s done this with another guy. Last night, I was the first to take her pussy. Would I be the first to take her mouth, too?

I want that. It’s selfish and wrong, but I want all of her firsts. Everything that she’ll give me.

Her tongue darts out, licking the drop of pre-cum from my slit and I thrust forward, unable to stop myself. She smiles, and it undoes something inside of me.

“You can’t touch me like that, baby girl.” My voice is hoarse, the tendons in my neck straining. “If you open that mouth of yours again. I’m going to take it.”

I’m clearly insane, or just a glutton for punishment and high on lust, because instead of pulling away from her touch, I press forward, rubbing my dick over her mouth, enjoying the sight of my lingering pre-cum as it paints her lips.

I put one hand against the wall to steady myself, the other fists the back of her head, holding her in place, but I don’t push myself inside her mouth. She has to be the one to make that decision. She shows me what she wants. What she’s willing to give me.

“Have you sucked a guy’s cock before?” Her eyes are dilated, filled with lust and need as she bobs her head.

I grunt.

I hate that answer. My grip in her hair tightens and she hisses, but doesn’t try to pull away.

“You want my cock?”

Another nod.

Fuck it. I’m going to hell for this, but I was probably heading that direction anyway.

“Open your mouth, baby. Suck my cock.”

She widens her stance, a telling sign that she knows what’s coming and she’s accepting it. Bracing herself, but not to suck on my dick. She’s bracing for me to fuck her mouth.

Her lips part and like the impatient bastard I am, I thrust forward, filling her mouth until I reach the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag or pull away like I expect her to. Instead, she relaxes her throat, opening her mouth wider, and takes more of me in.

Her eyes hold mine, tears leaking from the corners, but she doesn’t let up. Her cheeks hollow out, sucking me harder while I pump my dick into her mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” I throw my head back, groaning.

With both hands now, I hold the back of her head, pumping into her mouth, but it isn’t enough.

A growl tears out of my throat, low and rough, my entire body tensing, but I don’t want to come in her mouth right now. I want inside her cunt. I want her pussy milking my release from me, so that’s what I’m going to have.

I grip her arms and jerk her to her feet. Wide eyes meet mine but I don’t answer the unspoken question in them. Turning off the water I don’t bother to dry off before I lift her out and set her down in front of the sink. I capture her mouth, my teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

She moans into the kiss, her body shuddering in my arms. I slip two fingers into her, pushing in deep. She gasps against my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.

“So fucking wet,” I murmer against her lips. I pull out, and instead of licking her juices from my fingers, I bring them to her mouth, pressing them between her lips. I’m transfixed, watching her mouth open, seeing her eyes shudder as she tastes herself. A small moan slips past her lips and my control shatters.

I turn her away from me to face the mirror, her eyes holding mine. Her fingers splay on the counter and I step up behind her, a firm hand on her hip, the other between her legs. Her eyes hold mine captive as I scrape my teeth over her shoulder, and I see the moment she gives herself to me.

I line my cock up with her entrance, her wet pussy coating my head when I realize I’m bare. Shit. I suck in a breath and hold myself immobile. Kasey presses herself back and I grind my teeth together, my hand on her hip the only thing keeping her in place.

“I need to grab a condom,” I bite out.

Her eyes widen with understanding, but neither of us move.

“I’m on the pill,” she says, voice soft. Hesitant. “I’ve been on it since I was sixteen. I’m good.”

Thank fuck.

I nod. “I’m clean,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

Okay.

I press into her, watching her face for a reaction as my cock slips between her folds. She gasps, head falling back on her shoulders to expose her neck. Without even thinking, one hand slides up her body, stopping briefly to toy with one nipple, squeeze her full breasts, before wrapping around her throat in a possessive hold.

She moans and I thrust into her harder. Faster. “God, you’re tight.” I bite out the words as my hips pound furiously into her. I should slow down, ease her into this. She’s got to be sore after last night, but I can’t muster the control needed to pull back.

She presses her ass into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand flexes on her throat, her cries getting louder. “Oh, god,” she moans, the walls of her pussy damn near strangling my cock. Her orgasms rocks through her. She arches her back, legs shaking, and I circle her clit, drawing out her release.

When her legs buckle, I push her forward, pinning her legs between me and the counter. With a hand on her back I push her down until her cheek is pressed against the mirror, her heavy breathing fogging up the glass.

My pelvis slams against her ass, my cock nudging her cervix as I bury myself deep. She isn’t even trying to hold in her needy moans, which only serve to spur me on more. Her inner muscles clench around my dick, and I drive into her hard and fast, chasing my own release and grinding against her. My balls draw up tight, muscles clenching, and with one final thrust and an agonizing groan, I’m spilling my cum inside her.

My legs shake and I pull out, Kasey still slumped on the counter. I turn the shower back on, checking the temperature to make sure it’s ready before before pulling her under the warm spray and washing the signs of sex from both our bodies. Neither of us speaks, but when I move to wash between her thighs, she slaps my hand away.

Right.

We don’t do gentle or sweet. We fuck. She doesn’t want tenderness from me.

Grabbing us each a towel we dry off and I get dressed in my room. Kasey retreats to the guestroom where her clothes are and comes back a few minutes later wearing a pair of white cut-off shorts and a red top. She has a frown on her face and a determined look in her eyes.

“I have a game today,” I tell her.

She nods. “You mentioned that yesterday.”

“Do you want to come? Allie and Bibi will be there watching the guys. You wouldn’t be alone.”

She bites her bottom lip, and I have to keep myself from going to her, tugging her abused lip free only to capture it with my own teeth. She doesn’t answer.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask, shoving my gear in my gym bag. Between sleeping in, the shower, and the sex, I’m running late and Coach will have my ass if I don’t get a move on, but something is going on in that pretty little head of hers. I need to figure it out.

“Aaron will be pissed if he finds out about this.”

I grunt. “I’m aware.”

“I don’t want to be the reason you two have a falling out again. He needs you and the others too much.”

I side eye her. “Spell it out for me, Kasey.”

“You can’t tell him. He can’t find out about any of this.” She indicates the space between us. I don’t like the idea of being her dirty little secret. Not one fucking bit. But, I can’t argue with her reasoning. Henderson has a lot on his plate. Me fucking his sister isn’t something he needs to worry about right now. Not when me fucking his sister should never have happened in the first place, but after this morning, I can’t say it won’t happen again.