“You need me. You thrive under my hands. I get to mold you into whatever I want.”
“You’re crazy,” I tell him.
“Say it again. I like the sound of it.”
“I said you’re—oh God! You’re fucking crazy!”
Reaching between us, he flicks my clit, and I detonate around him.
“Fuck it.” He keeps at it, thrusting into me.
“I thought you wanted—oooh…” I trail off when he keeps rubbing my sensitive clit.
“I want you to be filled with my cum when you go back out there. I want you marked so they understand who you belong to.” With that, he comes, filling me with hot spurts, and I can’t help the scream that comes out when he pinches my clit so hard that I come again.
“That’ll show them.” He laughs sinisterly. “I’ll teach you how to suck my cock the way I like tonight. I’m not even close to being done with you.” Once the adrenaline settles, I start to feel the pain in my back from the scratches the bark left. “I’ll take care of those when we get home. Let’s get your stuff and go. I’ve had a hell of a day, and I need to get lost in you.”
That statement gives me butterflies. And I don’t like it. Butterflies are different than arousal. No strings attached. This is supposed to be purely physical.
“The marks on my back…I’m mortified they may have heard me, but I don’t want them to see the marks.”
He rights himself in his jeans and nods. “I’ll go grab your towel.”
He leaves me then, and I’m left there to think about what he and I just did. Why is it that, whenever he is around, I lose all my inhibitions? It’s as if I had this confidence all along. This person I am with him is bold; she knows what she wants. She revels in the crazy.
This isn’t me. I’ve never been one to be like this, yet here I am.
“Here, put this around you. Then we can say goodbye to the girls.” I hesitate for a minute. “What’s wrong?” He seems concerned—genuinely.
“Did they hear me? I’m so embarrassed.”
“They were all in the water and didn’t seem to notice at all. You’re good.” Releasing a deep breath, I follow him, hoping his assumption is correct. When we get back, they are all in the water, catching the last bit of sun that is setting behind the trees.
“Theo, I see you’ve come to take away our favorite girl,” Semra teases.
“Yes. I gave you all day with her. My turn.”
I gasp. I told them we were nothing, and here he is making it sound like we’re something.
“Interesting. Isn’t that interesting, girls?” Semra prompts, looking at Vanessa, Brenda, and Heather, and my cheeks flush, going red, I’m sure.
“Sure is! Have fun, you two, but not too much!” Vanessa hollers, and they all join in, whistling and catcalling, and now I am indeed mortified.
“You owe me. I told them we weren’t anything but friends,” I hiss at him when we’re on the way back to his place.
“We aren’t anything.”
That stings, I hate to admit. I let this man do things to me that no one has before, and to hear him say we aren’t anything—yeah, that hurts. Even if I knew what the cards were.
“Can you not make it sound like I’m a whore?” It comes out before I can stop it. I told him I wouldn’t get attached, and I’m not, but the least he could do is label it something a little more kind than being nothing.
He looks over at me. I feel it and can see it in my peripheral vision.
“I don’t think you’re a whore, Hanna, but it is what it is. We are purely in this for the mutual pleasure,” he tells me, and this just amps me up more.
“I get that, Theo, but maybe I would like to be at least considered a friend or something. I’ve let you do and will be letting you do things to me that no one has. I would like some respect to be given to me.” I cross my arms and hide my angry tears.
He pulls the truck over on the side of the road then. It’s abrupt, and he slams on the brakes, making me jolt forward and brace my hands on the dash.
“Jesus. You could have eased into that.”
“I respect you, Hanna. More than a lot of people. In fact, more than anyone. I shouldn’t have come off so crass, but I don’t want wires getting crossed here. You agreed this wouldn’t turn into anything. Is that happening?”
Is he serious?
I turn and glare him down. “You are so arrogant. Just because I don’t want to be referred to just as the girl you fuck doesn’t mean I’m falling in love with you. You know what? I don’t want to do this tonight. Take me home.” I turn away and face the window, crossing my arms in defense.