40. Fuck Me

"Maddie, the guys are coming over tonight!" my brother, Oliver, yelled from the living room.

I rolled my eyes. Every fucking Friday night, Oliver had to have someone over. He couldn't skip one weekend to just let me rest in peace. No. He had to hang out with all the guys on Atwood's hockey team. They were so loud and rowdy and usually came with a bunch of girls to fuck.

Since Mom was working at the hospital all night, she wouldn't be able to hear all the moans and groans coming from the rooms directly below mine. It was like they had damn orgies down there or something.

Like usual, five of ravens hill best hockey players rolled in at eight p.m. on the dot with Bud Light and pizza. I watched from the stairs as they took over the living room like an army would a kingdom, lounging around on the couches, kicking their feet up on the coffee table, doing everything that Mom would kill Oliver for.

When I saw Oliver's friend, Alec, walk into the room and collapse onto the couch, I tensed up. Balling my hands into fists, I grumbled to myself. Why the fuck was he here? He made my life a living hell every day at school, then he paid absolutely no attention to me whenever Oliver was around. I hated that man more than anyone in this town.

Two years ago, I thought Alec was the hottest fucking athlete at ravens hill. Now, he was just a blatant asshole with a shitty personality and muscles that swelled under Atwood's blazing white hallway lights.

Girls with tight shirts and tiny little skirts sauntered around the living room. One sat down on the chair arm beside Alec and curled her arm around his shoulders, pressing her breasts against his chest. Though Alec looked the least bit interested, he wrapped his arm around her waist, glanced up the stairs at me, and smirked. Fucking smirked. I crossed my arms and stomped back to my bedroom.

Fuck that man.

I would starve to death before I went down there and faced him.

I slammed my bedroom door and lay in bed, my fists clenched tight and my gaze fixed on my bland white ceiling. At twelve a.m., my stomach growled hungrily at me for about the hundredth time tonight. But I refused to move from this spot. Not seeing Alec was significantly more important than food, and that was saying something because I fucking loved eating.

Just as I was about to fall into a peaceful sleep, the bedroom door opened. No knock. No can I come in? Not even a hey, Maddie, you awake? The door shut behind him, and Alec stood before it.

"Haven't seen you in a while," he said.

Shooting up in the bed, I covered my nearly naked body with the blankets and scurried up to the headboard. "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out," I demanded. And when he didn't move, I threw the blankets off myself and marched up to him in my thin pajamas, shoving my hands into his chest. "Get out!"

He snatched my hands and tugged me closer to him. "Make me, Cupcake," he said. As I pulled and prodded and tried hard to get out of his hold, he pulled me closer to him until my body was nearly pressed against his. "I said to make me. What are you waiting for?"

When I finally ripped myself out of his hold, I pushed my hands into his chest again and shoved him against my bedroom door, stepping closer to him. "What is your problem? Why can't you leave me alone?"

He chuckled lifelessly and swiftly switched places with me until I was the one pressed against the door with his taut, godlike body pressing against me. "I'm the one who can't leave you alone? Do I gawk at you during every class, at lunch, while you're playing hockey?"

Thank goodness that it was dark in my room because my cheeks were flushed red, bright fucking red. "I don't gawk at you. If you catch me staring, I'm just wondering how an idiot got into AP stats."

Instead of getting angry at me like he usually did when I insulted him, he wrapped his large, callous hand around my throat and roughly stroked my jaw with his thumb. "You know what I think?" he asked. "I think you're a liar. I think you want me to trap you like this and take you like you think I take all those slutty girls downstairs."

"As if," I snarled at him. "I hate you."

Loosening his grip on my throat, he trailed his fingers down the center of my chest, making my shirt tighten around my breasts. "Is that why your nipples are so hard that they're poking against your shirt like this?" He brushed the tips of his fingers over my nipples.

I pressed my lips together to suppress a moan and glared up at him.

"You're not saying anything, Cupcake." He moved his fingers over my nipples again, captured one between his index finger and thumb, and tugged. "Do you like this so much that you have to hold back your moans for me?"

Behind my back, I balled my hands into fists and dug my nails into the skin of my palms. I didn't fucking like this ... not one fucking bit. I hated him more than anything. That's what I told myself over and over to try to believe it. Yet ... I couldn't stop myself from suppressing another moan.

"What about this?" He trailed his fingers even lower until they glided right over my mound and to my inner thighs. He inched closer, his bulge pressing against my right thigh, his breath hot in my ear. "Spread your legs like a good girl for me, Maddie."

I cursed and moved my legs apart mere inches because I wanted him to touch me.

"Further."

Another couple inches.

"More," he said, voice hard in my ear.

Again, I moved my legs apart. He trailed his fingers up the insides of my thighs until he reached my loose shorts. He snuck his fingers up inside my shorts and brushed them against the hem of my underwear.

"You're wet for me, Cupcake."

He moved his fingers in tortuous circles around my clit and lightly bit my jaw, grinding his hips against mine. A moan slipped through my mouth, and I slapped a hand over it to hide it.

Alec chuckled again, grasped my hand, and placed it right on his hard cock. "Tell me you want it."

My knees almost buckled underneath me. "You're my brother's best friend, and I ... ha ... ha ..."

He let go of my hand, yet I didn't move it from his cock. Instead, I found myself moving it up and down his length, imagining how he'd feel inside of me. He was so fucking big, bigger than I expected him to be.

"You what?" he asked, moving his fingers faster around my clit until I nearly doubled over into him in pleasure.

Heat warmed my aching core.

"I hate ... y-you."

"Hate me?" he asked.

He roughly yanked my shorts down my legs and slipped his fingers into my panties and then inside of me. My eyes widened slightly, and I grasped his hand to stop him. Yet he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, curling them over and over against my G-spot.

"Tell me you fucking hate me again as you're stroking my cock like that."

"I hate you," I said.

He pulled his fingers from me, picked me up, and tossed me onto the bed. In one swift movement, he pulled his shirt over his head and sauntered over to me. He grasped my left ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed, undoing his belt with his other hand.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered when he pulled his pants down.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

I gnawed on my lip and pressed my knees together. "It's not going to fit," I said with wide eyes. The biggest thing I had ever stuffed up in there was a vibrator half his size, and that hurt a bit. Someone this big ...

"Cupcake, you're soaked right now. It might be a tight fit, but I'll slide right into you," he said, parting my legs and stepping closer to me until he rubbed the head of his cock against my aching pussy. He let a wad of spit drip from his lips onto his cock and rubbed it in. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine, starting to push into me.

I arched my back and groaned into his mouth, my fingers digging hard into his chest. Inch after inch, he pushed himself into me until he was all the way inside.

"Fuck, Maddie, I didn't think you'd be this tight," he groaned into my ear. "You feel so fucking good."

"More," I whispered, the pain fading away. "Please, more."

He slowly pumped into me, covering my mouth with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. Pressure rose in my core, the tension almost too much to handle. I dug my nails into his back and released myself around him, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.

"Alec?" Oliver yelled from downstairs.

I pressed my lips together and stared with wide eyes up at Alec. I tried to scurry up the bed to the headboard, but Alec held me in place as he continued to pump into me, bringing me close to another orgasm.

"You okay?" Oliver shouted. "You've been in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes."

Alec stiffened, slowed his thrusts, and groaned into my ear. From afar, I heard Oliver run up the stairs and head straight for the bathroom between our bedrooms.

"Cupcake, you have to be quiet," Alec said to me, thrusting harder into me again. "Because I'm going to come inside of your tight little hole, like you've wanted me to for years now, while your brother is up here." He picked up his pace and started pounding into me.

Oliver stopped outside my door and knocked. "Maddie, have you seen Alec?"

Alec let go of his grip on my mouth and smirked into my neck. He knew it was going to be hard for me to say anything. I stayed quiet and tried to hold back the moans, yet small ones escaped my lips.

"Maddie?"

"No. I–I haven't seen ..." I tried to continue, but Alec pounded into me so fast that I could barely think straight. "Alec ..." I moaned out.

"Okay, just wondering. And, uh, are you okay in there? You sound like you're in pain."

My eyes went wide. "I'm fine."

When he was gone for good, Alec groaned against my neck. "Fuuuuck." He suddenly stilled inside of me and groaned even louder this time. "Your pussy is mine now, Maddie." He thrust into me one last time to push his cum deeper. "All ... fucking ... mine."