And then he became a wild man, uninhibited, intense … free in his passion. What Sutton was doing to me at this moment couldn’t be called anything but fucking me raw.
“I’m sorry,” he grunted out. “I should take you slow, be gentle.” He closed his eyes and groaned. “But I can’t. You feel too fucking good.” My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts.
He made this low, almost animalistic sound before pumping into me once, twice, and on the third time burying his dick so far into me I cried out as I came.
He pumped all his cum inside of me, filled me up so I was marked by him. I felt like I was now his.
We fell to the side at the same time, and Sutton immediately curled his arms around me, bringing me close to him. I was high from the euphoria moving through me, from what we’d shared, from the fact I’d given my virginity to Sutton. He was still semi-hard inside of me, and as much as I should regret what I’d done, as much as I knew this would probably cause a lot of issues come morning, all I felt was euphoria.
I was with Sutton, and in this moment, nothing else mattered.
Chapter Four
Sutton
I held onto Catherine’s hand and led her out of the party. My heart was still racing after what we’d done. We hadn’t spoken much after the fact, but she had to know this wasn’t a one-night stand. I wasn’t about to let her walk away.
I looked over my shoulder at her, Catherine’s focus on the ground, the long fall of her dark hair obscuring part of her face. I got hard just looking at her, the feeling of her hand in mine, the memory of what we’d done. She’d been so responsive to me, so receptive under me. She’d taken every part of me, claimed it as her own.
She might never know that, never fully understand it, but it was the truth. I wasn’t going to let Catherine go.
She’d been mine from the moment she’d walked into my life. The way she looked, the sweet smell of her, the way she felt beneath me. No one could ever take that from me. We were so young, I knew that, but what I felt for her was real.
Our ages weren’t an obstacle.
Our family wasn’t an obstacle.
I would be with Catherine.
We might not have spoken fully on what this all meant, but we had all the time in the world. I would make sure she knew exactly where I stood.
We left the house and started making our way across the lawn. I needed to get her home where she was safe and the idea of a drunken bastard hitting on her wasn’t a threat, wouldn’t turn me into a possessive asshole.
I pulled her closer to me, the drunks weaving back and forth, getting too close to what was mine.
This possessive feeling slammed into me at the knowledge that I had claimed her. I filled her up, made her take every last drop of my cum. I had no doubt if I spread her pretty thighs and ran my tongue on the inside of her thighs, I’d be able to smell myself on her. I heard this loud rumble and realized it came from me, an almost primal sound that had left the center of my chest.
Before we took another step, someone knocked into her, having her thrust against me hard enough we both stumbled backwards. A football landed a few feet away, the guy who had knocked into Catherine laughing obnoxiously as he looked over at us. It was clear he was trashed, the glazed-over, red-rimmed look in his eyes clear.
He looked sweaty, like he’d been running laps around the house. He brought the beer bottle he held up to his mouth and took a long drink from it, finishing it off before tossing it aside, the glass shattering against the pavement. He started laughing harder, which in turn had his buddies doing the same thing.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he slurred out and chuckled. I didn’t miss how his focus was trained on Catherine, or the way he looked her up and down. His focus was glued on her, and he licked his lips.
“Watch the fuck where we are going? You ran into us.” I curled my hands into fists at my sides. I should’ve walked away but I felt myself moving forward, wanting to knock this guy on his ass. I knew who he was, one of the rich kids at school, a pompous asshole who thought he could get away with anything without any repercussions because his daddy would bail him out.
I found myself taking another step forward. He kept checking her out and that made me pissed. She was mine and no one else got to look at her.