Because as a small smile started on her face, she slid her shirt over her head, and my knees nearly buckled despite the control I tried to force. I wanted every part of her, and she didn’t want to deny me.
I couldn’t have given a fuck that we were enabling each other or that one of us needed to restrain ourselves. If we were the storm causing each other disaster, I wanted to be the most devastating one. If we could ruin one another, then I figured we’d leave a trail of our destruction neither of us would forget.
I crashed into her and grabbed a handful of her hair just above her neck. “This is your idea. Don’t get pissed later that I fucked you out here.”
She smiled wider. “Fuck me? Is that what we’ve been doing?”
I stepped back and pulled my shirt off while she unbuttoned her shorts. “You’re baiting me again.”
Standing in just a black bra and her scrap of next to nothing lace panties, she didn’t shy away. “Just asking. I never seem to feel fucked after.” She said the words bold and low. My dick jumped at her swearing, so ready to give her what she asked for. The girl in front of me rarely swore. When she did, I could barely contain myself.
Part of me held back though. I always held back with her because even when she stood tall, spoke boldly, and swore fluently in front of me, I remembered how conservative she’d been months earlier. I knew what she came from and didn’t want to cross that line.
“You need to watch your mouth around me, Peaches,” I warned, “You’re asking for something you’ve never had before.”
Her chin lifted. “I asked for sex too, Jax. At one time, I’d never had that before either. Remember?”
I growled at the reminder that I took her virginity from her and grabbed her wrist to pull her flush against me. “You feel that?”
I looked down, and already her hand was unbuttoning my shorts and shoving them down so she could grip my cock.
She moaned and I went on. “That’s evidence that I remember. I remember the first time with you, taking what was mine, is mine, and will always be mine. Fucking you is all I think about.”
I slid my hand in her panties. She whimpered, looking down at the picture we made, getting one another off. She whispered, “I want you to let go and fuck me harder.”
I let go of her wrist and threaded my fingers through the hair at her neck. Then I yanked it, pulling her gaze back up to mine. “You really are sweet as sin. Don’t tempt me, Whitfield. We’re already going too far by doing this at the lake.”
She squeezed my cock and then started sucking on my ear as she whispered, “You’ve done things in public before. Please.”
“Shit. You know I can’t resist you begging,” I groaned.
Her smile was victorious as she stepped back, undid her bra, and slid out of her panties. I glanced up at the house and back to her again as she walked away from me and over toward the rock we normally sat on. Instead of lying on it or giving me a chance to figure out how to take her gently, she bent forward over it and stretched her arms forward to place her hands down for stability.
Then, she whipped that dark hair around as she looked back at me. “Please, Jax.”
Any guilt, any remorse, any caution that had helped to coil up my control snapped away. Tunnel vision overtook me. Aubrey naked. Bent over that rock. In the sunlight. I lost my boxers as I walked toward her, ready to dominate every part of her.
No one knew her like I did. I ran my hands over the exact parts I knew would give her goosebumps. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my fist to pull her head back and make her arch, just for me.
I leaned over her to growl in her ear. “You asked for this, and fuck it, you’re mine. I’m starting to realize I don’t treat what’s mine gently. I push them over the edge.”
With that, I shoved into her, hard.
She gasped, but I didn’t wait for her to recover. While I kept her arched with one hand in her hair, my other hand went around her neck and squeezed. “So small. I could break you ... Break you, and you’d still be mine. Fuck, sweet as sin. Sweet, sweet sin.”
When she moaned, I knew she had too much air, so with my next thrust, I squeezed harder and pulled her hair back even more. She whimpered, but I felt how wet she was, felt her pushing back into me with each thrust.
Beside that lake, I did the most selfish thing I could have ever done. I fucked her, branded her as mine, and took everything I could, knowing I would break her by leaving her behind that night.
I just didn’t know I’d be breaking myself too.