The Intern Vol. 2(3)

     



 

I inhale the alcohol that he's exhaling, a strong vodka aroma. I thought  I had smelled it on him earlier, but now I know for sure he was  drinking.







After my dad had died, my mom hid in her room a lot. Casey was left to  cook and take care of me most of the time. She took advantage and  watched mostly adult shows and movies on TV. I'd sit with her and ended  up learning much more than I should have. By the time I was seventeen, I  had lost my virginity. I was more curious than in love, but once I lost  it, I didn't feel the need to protect it. It was the only time I ever  felt anything besides anger and sadness. It was the only time I didn't  think about my dad and how much I wished I had died right along with him  that day. It was the only time I wasn't numb to the pain.

When I was seventeen, I met Jason. He was a year ahead of me, but we  hooked up my entire junior year. He was never more than that for me-a  hook up. After awhile, he wanted more. He wanted to start going on  dates, holding hands, being a couple. I told him I couldn't and that I  wasn't wired that way. I hadn't felt that need to have that with him. I  kept him at a distance, not wanting to let that part of my heart open  for him. I didn't want to be in love. I never felt like I deserved it.  How could I allow myself to love when I was still mourning my dad's  death all these years later? I just knew I could never give him what he  wanted.

We stopped talking after he graduated. And my heart never skipped a beat  in missing him. I always felt I was incapable of caring that much for  someone, so much that I wanted to let them in. And this is how I knew  Bentley was struggling with the same thing. Between letting me in,  trusting me, and pushing me away. It was too late for the both of us. We  were both way too far in, and now I had to cover my tracks before he  found out the actual truth.







"You can trust me, Bentley," I say again. Because it's true. Besides the  lies I'm forced to hide, my feelings are real. I'm ready to give  Bentley anything he wants to prove it.

He presses his hips into me, binding us together. He grabs my ankles and  forces them on top of his shoulder so the only thing holding us against  the wall is my ass and his hips. I'm literally folded in half between  Bentley and the wall.

He smirks as he sees how flawlessly I bend. "I told you I was in gymnastics."

He grins before saying, "At least I can believe that much."

He thrusts inside me deeper. My head falls back against the wall as my  body opens up willingly for him. He's completely hard and thick,  stretching me out farther than I've ever been before.

The tight sensation is intense. I can feel every thick inch of him-the  way he grinds into me makes everything go away. I don't feel numb  anymore. I don't think about the dangerous territory I've gotten myself  into-it's just him and me.

He's moans and pants into my neck as he continues rocking into me. I  feel his hot breath against my blistering skin. My head can't  concentrate on anything but the deep pleasure he's giving me, the  connection between us, and how good it feels to be with him.

"God, Ceci … your body … I can't ever get enough." He breathes against my  skin. "I could never get enough of you." He bites the raw flesh of my  earlobe, sending shivers down my body.



He presses deeper inside me, his hands clenching my ankles to him. His  mouth wanders up and down my neck, ear, and jaw. His tongue traces my  jawline igniting the raw, but real, feelings I have toward him.

I wasn't even looking for someone when I padded into that boardroom. It  was the farthest thing from my mind, but now that I'm here with him, I  don't want to let go. I don't want to let go of this feeling-alive,  invincible, real.

I couldn't tell him the truth now. It'd destroy him. Destroy us.

"Bentley, god … you're amazing," I confess, unable to keep the feelings from spilling out of me. "So damn amazing."

His head backs up and makes eye contact with me. He slows his torture-pleasing rhythm and looks deep into me-through me.

"I hope you mean that, Ceci. God, I really hope, because this isn't easy  for me. It's been a long time since I've let someone in … and I want to  let you in. I crave letting you in." He leans his forehead against mine.  His breathing slows matching our rhythm.

"I do," I whisper, a tinge of guilt leaves my throat. I hope he doesn't  notice, but I can't help it. My heart and mind are in the middle of  world war three, and there's nothing I can do about it because I already  know my heart will win. I won't be able to say no to him, nor do I want  to. But I can't lose focus on what I really want-what I'm really after.         

     



 

He releases my ankles, but they stay placed on his shoulders. His hands  wrap my face, cupping my cheeks as he crushes our mouths together. I  immediately submit to his lips and tongue wanting everything he's  willing to give me.

He speeds back up, rocking his hips forcefully against mine. I take in  his moans and panting in my mouth as I release my own. I can feel the  sweat between us, the lust releasing out of our skin as he rides out my  intense orgasm.

"Bentley … ahh, yes … " I mumble against his lips. My head falls back on its  own accord as his mouth drops to my neck. He licks a path from my  collarbone to my ear as I scream out his name one more time until I come  down.

"Sweetheart, as much as I want to fuck you hard against this wall and  release everything I have in you, I'm not wearing a condom." I can hear  the slight agony in his tone. He's disappointed but knows it's the right  thing to do.

"Drop me," I demand.

"What?"

"Put me down."

He slowly releases each leg off his shoulder. I submit to my knees immediately and take him into my mouth.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" His fingers flock to my head, clenching his hands in fistfuls of my hair.

I release him and say, "I doubt I need to spell it out for you." I smirk  up at him once before grabbing him and wrapping my lips around him  again.

"Oh, god, baby," he growls and I can feel him leaning back, pushing  deeper inside my mouth. "You look fucking amazing like this."

I use my hand to stroke him as I continue sucking him off. I use my  other hand to keep his legs wide, giving just enough room for my knees  to bend in between him.

"Yes … oh, god … baby, I-I-"

I want him to release inside me, so I stroke and suck even harder.  "Ceci … god, yes … " I continue working him until he's completely filled my  throat. I close my eyes and take it willingly, wanting every part of  him.

He begins to come down and loosens his grip on my head. "Jesus Christ," he growls.

I back up and let him grab my arms to lift me up. I lick my lips and smile up at him.

His stare is intense as he says, "Bed."





Chapter Three


Cecilia





I WALK INTO school Friday morning with a smile on my face and a limp in  my step-a constant reminder of being sexually tortured the night  before-not that I argued.

My mind is spinning on last night's events. Almost being caught.  Bentley's darker, more dominant side. A side I should've expected.

I was sure he had passed out for good. I hadn't expected him to see me,  and I especially hadn't expected him to react the way he did-aggressive  and vulnerable. Two very different emotions, but I knew it was what  drove him, and I willingly gave him anything he asked for.

"You look like death," Simon says casually as he leant against the locker next to me.

I'm sore, exhausted, and not in the mood for his shit. "Thanks, asshole. You always know how to make a girl feel good."

He narrows his eyebrow at me. "Would you prefer I tell you or some jackass that you hate?"

"I prefer you say nothing at all."

He puts his hands up in surrender. "So, where the hell have you been  lately? Every time I call you, it goes straight to voice mail."

"Oh, my bad. Just shit going on at home. You know... the usual." I shrug  nonchalantly so he doesn't question me. He's well aware of the  love-hate relationship I have with my mom, but I don't meet his stare  just in case he tries to break me of the truth.

"Have you seen Cora?"

"She's in the locker room las-" He clears his throat as his face turns  an interesting shade of red. "She's probably in the gym or something."

I examine his disheveled look-messy, tousled locks, red scratches on his  biceps, wrinkled shirt-all the signs of a heated make out session.

I smirk as I gaze down his body and back up to meet his suspicious eyes.

I take a mental note to drill Cora for details later. She'll never admit  it was Simon, but she'll at least tell me about some guy she hooked up  with-even if she lies about who it was.

"Okay, I'll just catch up with her later then." I grab my pre-calculus  book and slam my locker shut. "Let's hang out next week, okay?"

He nods in agreement as we walk to our next class. I hate deceiving  Simon, but I have no choice if I want to keep this secret a secret.