Slowly, my hands fell to his chest. I felt the raging beat of his heart against my palm, and when he opened his mouth, it only grew faster. “Tell me you hate me. Tell me to fucking leave, Gemma. Please.” His head snapped up quickly, and he pinned me with a look that I felt all the way to my soul. “When tomorrow comes, I’m going to start all over again. I’m going to make you hate me so you’ll stay away. I won’t fucking stop, so tell me to go.”
The anguish twisted inside, jumbling everything up, and it was the only thing I needed to push me over the edge. My shaky hand grabbed his hard jaw, the sharpness cutting into my skin. I pulled him in close and let myself cave. My mouth covered his in hungry strokes, and I pushed everything else away. His hands cupped my waist, and he picked me up, forcing my legs around his back, pressing himself against my middle. I moaned, sucking in the stuffy air trapped inside this room full of too much emotion, and pushed right back.
“I’m not thinking of tomorrow,” I whispered before biting onto his lip.
His eyes flared, and it forced a dose of dopamine to surge through. “Fuck tomorrow.” Isaiah sat down in the dingy chair that was in the corner, and my legs fell over both sides of him. “You’re mine tonight.”
I shut my eyes, enjoying the way his hands trailed over my back and up to the zipper near my neck. My hair was brushed over my shoulder, and my skin was so sensitive that I felt the wisps of my strands even through the thick black fabric. The sound of the zipper drew my attention to Isaiah, and his hooded eyes drank in my bare skin as he pushed the dress down over my arms. My breasts were on full display. Sloane told me not to wear a bra, and I was suddenly thankful I listened, because Isaiah’s mouth was on me, and my body was receptive. I was wet in between my legs, and I wasn’t shy about it.
I wanted this.
It was like all the anger and betrayal I’d felt since the moment his father had found me underneath that green awning was coming in full action, and I needed to release it all.
A breathy moan left me as I moved above him, wanting to feel more than the scratch of his jeans. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, and I cried out, gripping onto his hair. The slight moment of pain was a rush right between my legs. I stopped moving, and Isaiah pulled back, looking at me deviously. My hands left his shoulders, and I moved to his shirt, pulling it up over his head. One of my shoes touched the dust-covered ground, and I scooted myself off his lap, shoving the rest of my dress down past my hips. I stepped out of it slowly, enjoying the way he looked at me. His lingering eyes scorched me from head to toe, and I loved every single second of it.
His abs flexed as I walked over to him, wearing nothing but the strappy heels that Sloane had lent me and my black panties. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, grabbing onto my hips and staring up at me with the same intense look on his face that he’d had when he walked in here earlier.
“Maybe...or maybe not,” I whispered, slowly lowering my knees to the ground. My hands found the button of his jeans, and his brow furrowed. “But we deserve this moment right here. We deserve to put a pause on reality.” I pulled the zipper down and realized I was acting blindly. But I was following the cues of my body, and I was eager to be in this moment with him, past and future be damned.
His head tilted back, and his hands flexed on top of his legs when I freed him from his boxers. I swallowed back my hesitation. There was no room for second thoughts. The throb between my legs grew more urgent as I gripped him and stroked down the base and back up again. I thought back to that time in the forest when Isaiah and I stumbled upon Shiner and a random girl. I wanted to do what she did. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him in my mouth. I wanted to watch him lose control, because more times than not, he was in control.
“Gemma.” He breathed heavily as his hips moved, and his perfectly sculpted stomach muscles flexed.
My mouth hovered over his hard length, and I licked my lips. I was completely fascinated by the lure of his lust and how it was getting into every crevice of my body, but before I could do anything, his hands clamped down on my arms, and he pulled me up off the floor and plopped me down onto his lap. “Get off your knees.”
I sucked in a ragged breath as I felt him rub against my wetness. It was coming through the thin fabric that separated us, and I knew he could feel it. “No fucking way will I let you suck me off in this disgusting, dirty fucking basement with your knees scraped up because of something my father did.” He swallowed, lifting up and reaching into his back pocket before shoving his jeans and boxers all the way down. The condom wrapper was in his mouth next, and he ripped the foil, pushing me back just far enough that he could slip it on. My panties came down, and he threw them across the room before gripping me tightly and bringing me closer. “I don’t deserve you,” he said again, lining himself up with me. I rubbed against him, knowing how good it would feel, and it did. It felt so good I nearly cried.
“Fuck,” he said, breathing into the crook of my neck. My hands wrapped around his head as I started moving above him. He was everywhere. His lips touched over every inch of my skin. His tongue coated mine, and his hands seemed to move just as quickly as his thrusts.
“Mmm,” I sighed as his hand came in between our bodies, and he rubbed circles over my clit, causing my hips to move differently. I was chasing the high I knew would come soon. The orgasm was building, and things were moving faster. The scrapes against his knuckles rubbed across my belly, and I looked down at the reddened marks.
His thumb never stopped moving, but his lips paused against mine. “I knocked down the locked doors, looking for you when the lights went out.” I sucked in a breath, my lungs on fire as I moved. God, it felt so good. The twisting and pulling over my lower belly were sparking, and I wanted to feel myself come undone. I wanted that blissful feeling that lied to me and told me that everything was okay and that there was nothing bad that could ever touch me again.
“The thought of someone else's hands on you makes me fucking crazy.” He bit onto my lip, and I yelled out, feeling the curl in between my legs tighten. He started to pump into me faster, both of us running in circles, frantic for each other.
“God,” I whimpered, moving one more time before coming down in full, thundering waves around his body. His arms clamped around my hips, and suddenly, my back was on the ground as I rode out my orgasm, and it was the most intense, blinding thing that I had ever felt.
Isaiah stilled over me, filling me up to capacity. I hardly registered his words as he came down beside my ear, collapsing. “I think I might fucking love you, Gemma.” My heart stopped as my eyes shut, trying to push away the uncertainty of everything to come. “But I can’t.”