Page 51 of Arseni
I pause, biting my lip against a stomach cramp.“I hate that I couldn’t see how broken the other boy was… But I’m glad I didn’t do to you what I did to him.”
“Still?”he asks, his body turning my way.“You’restillglad?”
There’s disbelief in his voice that I can’t help but validate.I know I should hate him, and a part of me does.There’s just so much more of me that hates myself.
“Yes,” I breathe out, feeling smaller sitting next to Arseni.I brace for a laugh.For him to degrade me, tell me what a fool I am.
Instead, he smooths a hand over my jaw and turns me toward him.His lips press to mine gently, his fingers brushing my cheek.
For a moment, I just stay still and play the part of unwilling participant.But it feels like such an act now, and his touch is lighter than I knew he was capable of, and his cologne smells like safety, and it all just feels like exactly what I need it to be.
I kiss him back, my body twisting to face him.When my hands move to his hard chest.It’s the signal he needs to deepen our kiss, his mouth opening to invade mine.And I let him.I meet his tongue and stretch my neck when he chooses to claim it, hungry lips devouring me.
I don’t know what his touch means.I don’t know if he’s telling me everything’s going to be okay or that he finally forgives me or if maybe he just wants to fuck me again.
But I pretend.When his hands work the buttons of my blouse, I pretend he’s saying he understands.When he rips his shirt over his head, I pretend he’s saying he sees me too.He sees that I don’t have evil in my heart, despite my poor decisions.That I’mgood.That I…
That I try.That I really fucking try.
His tongue licks the valley between my breasts while he works my blouse over my arms.I shrug the material off and let it lie behind me.The soft cotton flattens under my back as Arseni guides me to the mattress.
I arch for him when one of his hands slides around to unclasp my bra, his other tugging the skirt down my waist.The material is filthy with his crusted cum and my sweat, but it feels unbearably hot too.No one could ever accuse Arseni of being cold blooded.
He roars like an inferno on top of me, his lips latching onto my nipple while he yanks my bra free of my arms.It’s so sexy, I squirm from my clit throbbing.
He moves onto the other nipple before rising up and unbuckling his belt, his pants sagged low enough that a well-defined V juts from his waist.I could lick the valleys the way he did my breasts and get off just the same as if he fucked me.
“I want you on top,” he says, his eyes blazing with lust.It makes me feel alive.It makes me feel desirable, lust-worthy, and like I wouldn’t dare do anything other than what he wanted, just to keep those fiery eyes on me.
I balance myself on my knees when he yanks me up by my arm, pulling me against his chest.I cling to his sides and peer up at him with my clit so full, it aches.
“Grab my cock,” he commands, his hand moving my hair over my shoulder.It’s too thin and has no body, but I like that he likes it down.My scalp tingles while he combs his fingers through it, but then stings as he yanks, not enough to really hurt, just enough to get my attention.
I tuck my hand inside his boxers to grip him and squeeze when he jumps in my grasp.He pushes his pants down and lowers to breathe in my ear.“Stroke me.”
I obey instantly, his quick breaths egging me on as I stroke him until my forearm burns.
“Faster.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, I hurry to obey, pumping him with the same speed as I’d rub myself.A moan escapes my mouth just from the energy in the room and my greedy core.I use my other hand to work my clit at the same time I stroke Arseni.
My lips are parted with tiny moans, so when Arseni fits his mouth over mine, he has no struggle gliding his tongue inside.I match his intensity, kissing him back, only hitching when he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me down with him.
I shift on my knees until my needy hole finds his cock.Finally, our kiss breaks with his groan as I lower myself onto him, clenching to the deliciousness of my walls filling.
I needed this.
This thought plays through my mind as I grind my hips.The friction his cock makes is like a smooth caress and a tight pair of arms hugging me that feel so good I could cry.Ineededthis.He wanted this.
“Just like that,” he coos, holding my hips with wide-splayed hands.His approval makes me hold my rhythm, the spot I hit, hold everything.It hits me just how hard I want to please him, and I try not to think about how pathetic that might be.I just keep reminding myself that this is okay, that I need this, over and over until the thought no longer seems required.
I gasp when Arseni squeezes my breasts and lifts himself to suck my nipples.I was already so wound up when I climbed on top of him that the extra stimulation shoves me over the edge.My mouth opens in a loud moan as I slowly roll on top of him, pleasure shooting up my spine and squeezing my core.
I slap my hands down on Arseni’s abs and dig my fingers into the tight bundles of muscle.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, rubbing my thighs.He waits until the waves of my orgasm recede to roll me to my side.
Hurrying onto his knees, he flips me on my stomach and drags my hips up to his cock.I’m still shifting my knees when he impales me.
