Freshman(104)

And I hated him for it, and for what I’d given him.





He called me almost immediately, but I of course ignored it. It and the six more calls after that. On the seventh, I did pick up, but this time just to tell him not to call again and then hanging up before he could say a word or another lie.





I did managed to drag myself downstairs for dinner, but we’d barely gotten started before there was a knock at the front door. I knew it was him even before my dad walked chuckling with him back into the dining room. My eyes narrowed at him, glaring at that asshole while the rest of my family beamed and grinned away at him like was some sort of nice person; like he wasn’t a lying, manipulative asshole. Part of me even wanted to just spill the whole thing right there, just to screw him. Yeah, I’d probably get in trouble too, but honestly, who was going to get it worse in that scenario? The young and naive nineteen year old, or the forty year old man who should have known better?





Jake small-talked with my parents about some neighborhood thing or whatever, but I knew he was there for me. I knew he was there to try and spew more stories my way.





I was not about to give him that opportunity though.





I excused myself to my mom while dad talked Jake’s ear off, complaining about my stomach again before I headed back upstairs without a second look his way. Come home and relax and unwind? Yeah, right; like that was going to happen. Now that I was here, all I wanted to do was go back to Boston and cry and eat ice-cream with Lucy.





*****





It was much later, and I was in bed but not really able to sleep when I heard the thumping outside my window. I ignored it, figuring it was probably the trees against the side of the house or something. But then suddenly, my bedroom window was opening, and it was like my whole body froze in a silent scream as the shadowy shape of a man came through it!





The scream was just about to break free of the iron grip of my frozen throat, when his hand came down across my mouth, muffling me as his lips found my ear. “Hey! Chelsea! It’s me! It’s me, honey.”





Jake.





I shook my head free of his hand and glared at him. “You asshole,” I spit, glaring at him and back away from him in my bed. “You fucking asshole!”





“Hey!” He snapped at me. “You know it’s not like that.”





“Oh, do I?” I sneered. “Tell me, Jake, what is it like?”





“It’s not what you think, Chelsea. The Lenore situation is not what you think it is, I swear to you.”





“Get out,” I said softly, determined not to cry in front of him.





His eyes locked with mine. “Not a fucking chance.”





I gasped as he moved up onto the bed, his arms on either side of me as he hand-walked his way up my body until his body was pinning me to the bed. I could feel the throb and the pulse of something hard pressing into my stomach, and I gasped as I realized it was his cock. His wonderful, amazing, perfect-





I quickly shook my head, dragging my mind back to the reality of the present. “Oh, what, you think can just come up here and think you’re going to fuck me and make it all better?”





“That’s exactly what I think,” He growled, a grin playing out across his lips.





I swallowed quickly, feeling the lump in my throat and the heat suddenly roaring through my body at his closeness. God had I missed him. I bit my lip and looked up at him, my eyes still glaring. “Yeah? Well, what if I don’t want you to.”





Jake grinned. “But you do.”





“I do not,” I hissed back, before suddenly gasping as I felt his hand slide right between my legs and up under the long t-shirt I wore to cup my hot little pussy right through my panties.





“Liar,” He growled out, his fingers stroking me slowly, coaxing the wetness from my slit and a gasp from my lips.





And just like that, the last of my resistance broke.





I whimpers as he kissed me, my mouth latching onto his and my arms clutching him to me tightly as if I was worried he’d slip way from me. I needed him, after so long. I needed him to take me, to have me and to dominate me like I loved.





He was right, I’d lied: I did want him to fuck me and make it all better.





His skin was hot to the touch as I tore his shirt off, my lips barely breaking from his in order to strip it off his head. I cooed into his mouth, my fingers trailing over his muscled chest and shoulders, and whimpering as he gently bit my lip. His strong hands found my shirt and pushed it up, and he hungrily eyed my aching nipples before closing his lips around one of them and sucking it gently. I arched my back to him, gasping as his lips and tongue slid over my breasts and sucked and nipped at the tender flesh there.