Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

AVERY

I knew I should walk away, I shouldn't let him touch me like this especially because he was a stranger I’d just met. Yet, I stood rooted to the ground, my body nearly trembling with anticipation.

"So wet." He smirked, head cocked to the side, as his finger ran over my cunt again and I couldn’t help the whiny sound that left my lips. "Practically dripping over me now, aren't you?"

A minute ago we were downstairs kissing and now, suddenly, we were in a room with my back pressed against the door.

His finger found my hole, but he didn't plunge in. No, he circled the entrance, and I let out a moan, fighting the urge to rock forward and grind against his finger.

"So needy, aren't you?" His other hand on my neck found my hand on his chest, and he brought it down to my core. "Do you feel that? How your body wants me so fucking much? Hmmn?

I managed to speak, "we shouldn’t be doin–" my words were cut off when he finally put it in. I gasped at the contact. It slid in so effortlessly that it stole breath from my lungs.

Then he started to move his finger in and out slowly, torturously slow. “Go on, continue what you were saying.” He mocked.

"Fuck..." I called out, my head tripping back, as his other hand found my tits. He pinched my nipple, pulling hard at it.

I winced, my lips parting as I struggled to decide which sensation drove me more insane.

“So fucking sensitive,” he whispered against my neck. “You’re shaking already,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.

He withdrew his finger when I said nothing and I gasped, disappointed at the loss of contact.

“I…”

“Shhh,” he whispered, the pad of his thumb pressed to my throat. “Let me see just how much more you can take.”

He didn’t rush as the pads of his fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs, teasing me, so close to where I needed him, but not nearly close enough.

The anticipation was maddening.

My hips shifted, seeking friction, but he only chuckled under his breath. The back of his hand brushed my slick folds, grazing me just enough to make me gasp.

He was inspecting me, casually, as though I were something to be tasted and toyed with at his leisure.

Then he pushed the finger inside.

“Your cunt is a fucking slut,” he murmured, almost in awe.

Another finger joined the first, sliding in with an obscene, wet squelch that made my cheeks burn. My body clenched around him involuntarily, still so sensitive it was almost painful.

I buried my face into the hollow of his neck with a soft whine, mortified by how loud the sounds were, how wet and how needy I absolutely was.

I was thoroughly fucked.

“Don’t you agree?” he asked, twisting his fingers just slightly.

I couldn’t speak. My jaw trembled with every wave of sensation. He arched his brow. “No answer?”

He pulled his fingers out and, with one hand, spread my folds open wide. The other hand flicked my clit. Hard.

I flinched with a sharp moan, the pain flashing hot before melting straight into another pulse of pleasure that made my thighs shake.

“Y-Yes…” I whimpered, tears stinging my lashes.

He hummed in approval. Then his pace increased as he plunged his fingers in and out of me in ways that had gasps slipping from my lips. He twisted and turned his fingers inside of me and I fuvking lost my shit.

“Ughhhh,” I moaned, grabbing his shoulders as I let the pleasure consume me.

I watched his eyes turn darker as he crossed his fingers inside of me and flicked them, hitting a spot that had my vision darkening for a moment.

Fuck.

I was close. I could feel it in the way my core tightened. The way my hole clenched around his fingers and with the extremely embarrassing sounds I was making.

And he knew it too, the coy and mischievous smirk on his face was telling but nothing prepared me for what happened next.

Right before I could come, he pulled his fingers away, taking a step back. The pressure in my core was maddening, I needed to come.

I met his gaze, lips ajar as I watched him with pleading eyes.

"Strip." He ordered.

My breath had left me and I stood there, shaking from the effects of not being able to come, my pride depleted.

My clit throbbed and my body practically yearned for his touch so I did as I was told. I stripped.

He raised one of my legs with his hand under my thigh while the other was opening up my folds. "Beg me," he said.

"What?" My head was in a haze.

"Beg me," his hand caressing my cunt, oh so gently. "Beg me to make you cum, Bennett.

“Please…” the word slipped from my lips like a cry for help.

He pinched my clit with his thumb and index, and a whine escaped my lips, "you make so much noise for the littlest things." He said before putting his fingers back inside me.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and he fucked me thoroughly with his fingers, hitting spots I never imagined existed.

My body just needed every inch, and it kept taking it, now involuntarily grinding against his fingers as I chased my orgasm. I was so soiled, I could feel my wetness slide down my thighs.

I was almost there, and he knew it.

He moved faster than I thought possible and my fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder, anchoring me as my legs felt useless.

I could feel my core clenching so tightly, almost at its peak, I was sweating, and the moans and sounds I made were demonic, as I was so close to the deep end.

My cunt clenched around his fingers and I cried out my orgasm, shuddering against him.

And just when the haze was starting to clear up, he swept me off my feet and placed me on the bed I hadn’t noticed was there.

“I’m gonna make you see fucking stars,” he smirked as he plunged his dick inside me.

The next few moments blurred together.

There were sounds of my own ragged breathing, the rustling of sheets, his voice murmuring something against my ear, and the way our moans and groans synchronized when we came together.

~~~~

I woke up with a banging headache and for the first few seconds, I didn’t move.

I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, blinking slowly as I tried to figure out where the hell I was. This wasn’t my room, I thought and my heart immediately started pounding.

I turned my head and my eyes widened in shock when I saw that there was a guy lying beside me. Naked.

Oh!

Oh my goodness!!

Memories came rushing in scattered pieces; the party, the kitchen, his stupid smirk, the kiss, his hands in me…

I slapped both hands over my face as I felt a wave of embarrassment. “Oh my God.” The words came out barely a whisper.

I sat up too quickly and immediately regretted it when my head throbbed so hard. What had I done?

I slowly looked beside me.

He was still asleep, sprawled across the mattress like he didn’t give a single care in the world. His dark hair was a complete mess, face relaxed in his sleep and somehow he looked even more annoyingly attractive than last night.

“Ugh,” I let out a low groan as I grabbed the sheets and pulled it tightly around me before looking around the room for my clothes.

I spotted them at the door.

My dress crumpled on the floor beside one of my shoes with my underwear half hidden underneath it.

I wanted to disappear, my whole body burned with embarrassment.

I carefully climbed out of the bed, trying not to make enough noise to wake him and hurried across the room. I gathered everything from the floor and quickly pulled my clothes back on, wincing when another wave of embarrassment hit me.

I couldn’t believe this, I hadn’t done anything like this before. Not with a complete stranger, not at a party and definitely not drunk enough to barely remember how I’d gotten into the room.

I slipped my shoes on and reached for my bag.

My hand froze when I noticed the black leather wallet lying beside it.

I glanced at the bed, and he hadn’t moved. I probably shouldn’t touch it, I knew that, but I deserved to know who the hell I'd spent the night with.

Curiosity won.

I crouched down and picked it up. The first thing I noticed was his student ID. My eyes moved across the photograph, then down to the name and my entire body went still.

CALLUM HAYES.

My hand tightened around the ID.

I knew that name, everyone at Hawthorns knew that name but there was one person who hated that name more than anything.

My brother.

“Why are you going through my stuff, Bennett?” A groggy voice spoke from behind me, and my blood ran cold.