Trick Me Twice: An Enemies to Lovers High School Bully Romance Page 15

  His mouth fell open in shock, and I couldn’t help the laughter that poured out of me, even as I was wiping the paint splats from my face. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he warned in a dark tone, lunging for the remaining balloons. I scrambled for them, but he managed to grab one. Taking my T-shirt in his hand, he ripped it down the middle at the point I’d placed my strategic rip earlier and retaliated by marking me in the same place. I gasped as deep purple paint ran down over my breasts, soaking into the black fabric of my bra. It took me a moment to register that he’d ripped my top in half.

  He stilled, tracking the paint as it trickled downwards with his hot, hungry gaze. I took advantage of his momentary distraction to reach up and slam the remaining paint bomb on top of his head.

  The rich brown of his hair disappeared under the burst of lime-green paint that ran down the sides of his face and dripped to the floor. I grimaced, looking at the mess I’d made, torn between laughter and fear of his reaction. He stared at me, and then a tiny smile appeared on his lips. In one swift move, he picked me up and pushed me backwards on the desk, dragging his paint-covered head across my stomach and making my cry out with laughter.

  Then his head went lower, and all laughter stopped.

  “I want you, Raine.” He raised his head to meet my eyes. “Will you let me touch you?”

  He must’ve read the hesitation in my eyes, because he straightened up, pulling me upright. “I’m sorry for…” His hand scrubbed across his face, smearing paint everywhere. “Fuck. Sorry for everything. Does that cover it?”

  Our eyes met, and unexpectedly, I saw a tiny hint of vulnerability in his gaze that completely threw me. Instead of replying, I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He growled, biting at my bottom lip and tugging me closer. Our paint-slicked torsos slipped against each other, and I laughed as he pulled away. He looked at me from under his lashes. “Fuck. Do you want to get out of here? Clean up a bit?”

  I stared at him for a moment, then made up my mind. “My aunt’s working an overnight shift.”

  He reached down, swiping his T-shirt from the floor and tugging it over my head. After picking up my keys and phone, he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door. “My truck’s outside.”

  25

  Carter had given me space. We’d showered all the paint off separately, and he’d told me to wait for him on my bed. Naked. Apprehension flooded me as I heard the shower turn off, and I huddled under the covers. What was he going to think of me? He was so experienced, and I was…the opposite. Should I even be doing this after everything? I growled with frustration, burrowing into my pillows, trying to silence the voices inside my head. Of course, he had to walk out of my bathroom at that point, rubbing his damp hair with a towel, his paint-splattered T-shirt covering his torso and his jeans slung low on his hips. For a moment I forgot everything, just drinking the sight of Carter Blackthorne, the football god and king of Alstone High, in my bedroom, looking at me like he wanted me.

  He stopped at the foot of my bed and gently tugged at the sheets covering my body. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

  Swallowing nervously, my cheeks hot, I closed my eyes and let him pull the sheets away from my body. There was complete silence in the room, and my breathing sounded loud in my ears.

  “Open your eyes, Raine.”

  With a groan, I cracked one eye open.

  “Look at what you do to me.” He palmed his erection through his jeans, and I whimpered.

  “Wh-why are you wearing clothes?” My voice came out much shakier than I wanted, and he smiled.

  “Because I want to focus on you first.”

  Oh.

  He settled himself over my body, supporting himself on his elbows, and stared down at me. “So fucking beautiful.” I could barely get my head around the fact that Carter was seeing me naked—as dimly lit as the room was, he could see me clearly—and he’d just said I was beautiful? The person he’d called Plain Raine?

  As if he could hear my thoughts, he lowered himself, positioning his head above my breasts. “There’s nothing plain about you, is there, Raine?” With those soft words, he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over it while his hand went to my other breast, teasing and caressing. My body’s reaction was instantaneous. My nipples hardened, and I could feel the wetness between my thigh as he moved over my body.

  Letting go of everything else, I silenced my thoughts, concentrating on the feel of his mouth and hands on my skin, sending shock waves through my whole body as he moved lower. I stiffened as he dipped below my belly button, his mouth dangerously close to the apex of my thighs.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it feel good.” He spoke against my skin, pressing soft kisses just below my belly button. “Has anyone else ever done this to you?”

  I shook my head, and he smiled, wide and satisfied. “Good. I like knowing I’m your first.” He moved so suddenly I wasn’t prepared, sliding back up my body so that his face was in front of mine. Gripping my jaw, he tilted my head to the side, then ran his teeth over the shell of my ear. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Fright Night. The way you responded to me, how your little pussy gripped my fingers so fucking tightly.”

  A shiver ran through my body at his low rasp.

  He dipped a hand between my legs, and I immediately stiffened. “I’m not gonna be rough with you tonight.” Placing a reassuring kiss to the side of my face, he ran his finger through my wetness, rubbing over my clit.

  “I like your roughness,” I admitted, my voice the quietest whisper.

  “I know you do. You have a dark side, don’t you, my little trickster?” He kissed down my jaw and pulled my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it. “Tonight, though, this is me making up for all the times I fucked up and showing you how much I want you.”

  My legs fell open as he pushed one finger inside me, then another, slowly moving them in and out. A soft moan escaped my lips.

  “There. Does that feel good, baby?”

  “Yes.” I wrapped my arms around his strong body, going for the bottom of his T-shirt to lift it so I could feel his skin next to me.

  “Not now. I might lose control, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  What could I even say to that?

  He made his way back down my body, all the while keeping up the slow, lazy movements of his fingers pumping in and out of me, until I was gasping for breath. Pausing between my legs, his breath hot on my clit, he slid his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet.” Lowering his head, he licked along the length of my soaked slit, and…fuck.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moaned, my hands going to his head as his tongue delved inside me, his thumb going to my clit. “Oh fuck.”

  He hooked my leg over his shoulder, opening me up to him more, and he stroked his tongue across me again, sliding his finger back inside. He took my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, and at the same time added another finger, curling them inside me.

  The combined sensations built inside me, until I shattered with the most blinding, breathless, full-body orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, my whole body shaking with the intensity.

  “Fuck, Rai. You’re so sexy when you come for me.” I blinked, becoming aware of where I was again, and looking down to see Carter looking up at me, his autumn eyes sparking, his pupils dilated more than I’d ever seen them before. My wetness was all over his mouth and chin, and I was suddenly embarrassed.

  “I-I…”

  He silenced me by crawling up my body, slanting his lips over mine. When our mouths met, I tasted myself on his lips, and I kissed him harder, my hands running all over the muscles of his back.

  “Carter.” I broke away from him with an effort, and he stared down at me. I could feel his hardness between my legs, and my eyes lowered. “Should I…?”

  His heavy-lidded gaze met mine. “Fuc
k… Do you want to?”

  I really did. “Yes.”

  “I might…” His voice came out low and hoarse. “I might get rough with you. I’ll try not to, but I can’t make any promises.” He brushed my hair off my face, running his fingers through the length of the strands. “Can you handle it if I do?”

  I nodded, although I honestly wasn’t sure. Could I handle someone like Carter? Experienced and powerful, with this darker side that he kept hidden?

  The thing was, though? I liked that side of him.

  “I want to do this.” Sliding my hand down between us, I moved it to the bulge in his jeans and squeezed lightly. He groaned and lifted himself off me, moving to the edge of the bed and standing.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop at any time, okay?” His eyes searched mine, waiting.

  I nodded my assent, and then I made my way to the edge of the bed.

  A blackness had come into his gaze, and I could see the monster that he kept leashed, pacing behind his eyes, ready to come out and play. “On the floor.”

  I should’ve been scared. I was scared. The kind of thrill of fear when you get to the top of a roller coaster, just waiting for the drop. My hands went to the top button of his jeans, and he swallowed thickly. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned his jeans, and then his hard cock was right in front of my face, straining against his boxers. There was a darker patch where his precum had already soaked through, and I ran my finger lightly over it. My sexual experience was limited to hand jobs, but I was going to attempt to do whatever I could to make it feel good for him.

  “Stop teasing.” His hands came down to grip my hair. I eased down his boxers and stared at his cock. This time we weren’t in a dark classroom, and I drank him in. I’d always thought penises were ugly, but his was beautiful. Steel, veined, precum glistening at the tip, and as I wrapped my hands around it, the skin was so soft underneath my fingers, a complete contrast to the hardness underneath.

  Dipping my head, I tentatively ran my tongue across the tip, tasting his salty flavour, and he let out a long, low groan. “More, baby.” He pushed my head forwards, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking the entire tip into my mouth. How did people fit the whole thing in? I dipped my head at the same time he pushed me forwards, taking more of him into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat and I had to fight the sudden urge to gag. He let me pull my head back slightly, and I ran my tongue over his shaft, hoping that he was enjoying it.

  I was suddenly pulled backwards and fell to the floor in shock. Wide-eyed, I stared up at him, as he looked down at me, breathing heavily. What had I done wrong? My stomach churned, and I cringed away from him.

  “Fuck, Rai. Your…fuck. I was about to blow my load after five seconds of being in your hot little mouth.”

  “Why did you stop?” I frowned, confused.

  “Because I need to fuck you.” He reached down to the bottom of his T-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth movement, and stepped out of his boxers. Swiping his jeans from the floor, he tugged out a foil packet, then stood, right there in front of me, his hard body on full display.

  Carter Blackthorne was the hottest guy I’d ever seen. Carter Blackthorne, naked? He was a god.

  “Raine?” he prompted, after my open-mouthed, blatant perusal stretched on far too long.

  “Wait. You want us to have sex?” My voice was shaky as his words finally registered with me.

  He leaned down, pulling me to my feet and lifting me onto the bed. “Yes.”

  “Will it hurt?” I whispered. It didn’t even occur to me to say no. He turned me on like no one else, and I wanted this. Wanted it beyond words. Wanted him to take my virginity.

  “Yes.” He didn’t try to sugar-coat it, and I was grateful for that.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” He studied me, his gaze searching. “Sure?”

  I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. There was no doubt in my mind. “I want it to be you. I want you to be the one to do it.”

  “Raine.” He spoke my name reverently and kissed me, his touch softer than it had ever been before. His hand went between my legs, stroking across my wetness as he kissed down my neck. He positioned himself between my legs, replacing his fingers with his hard cock. I stiffened. “It’s okay,” he assured me. “Relax.” He rolled his hips, sliding his cock up and down, along my pussy, melting me with another kiss. My body responded, the space between my thighs growing slick with my arousal as he moved against me. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  After ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom on, he guided the head of his cock so it was positioned at my entrance. “Stay relaxed.” Then he pushed inside me, his movements slow and careful. Even so, it hurt as his thickness stretched me. He stopped suddenly. “This is going to hurt,” he hissed, then pushed forwards with a sudden movement. A sharp pain tore through me, and I cried out, tears filling my eyes.

  “It hurts so much,” I whimpered.

  “I know.” He stilled his movements, kissing me again, telling me how good I felt, how beautiful I was, how well I was doing. Then he moved again, slowly, and I gasped with the pain.

  “Concentrate on the feeling, baby. Your little pussy gripping my cock. It feels so good. Use the pain.” He moved again, starting an achingly slow pace, his hand going back down between us as he pressed his thumb to my clit.

  An unexpected spark of arousal shot through me, and I moaned softly. “That—that feels good.”

  “Yeah, it does.” He smiled against my jaw, nipping at it as he worked his thumb over my clit, keeping up the same pace. “How you doing?”

  “Good.” The pain was still there, and I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but as he touched me, the pleasure was coursing through my body, setting every nerve ending alight. Every single inch of me became aware. Aware of his weight pressing into me, the light sheen of sweat between our bodies, his breaths in my ear, and his hard, hard cock, inside me, filling me completely.

  I never knew it would feel so good. I hooked my legs around him. “More,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “I want more. Don’t hold back.”

  Our eyes met.

  His were black.

  He let himself go.

  He slammed into me with such force that I bounced, my head knocking into the padded headboard. Pleasure danced with pain, setting me on fire as his head came down to my neck, and his teeth clamped down on my skin as he thrust in and out of me with hard, savage movements. His fingers bit into my skin as he gripped me tightly, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt he’d leave bruises wherever he touched me.

  I wanted to be marked by him.

  “More.” I moaned against him, digging my nails into him, touching him everywhere I could, the fast pace sending me spiralling closer to the edge.

  Suddenly, he was pulling out of me and spinning me over. “Up,” he commanded roughly, tugging at my hips. When I raised my hips in the air, he slid a pile of pillows beneath me, then lowered me back down. “This will feel good, and it’ll be more comfortable for your first time.” He placed a kiss to my shoulder, and unexpected butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Even though he’d said he would probably get rough with me, he was looking out for me.

  The gentleness didn’t last for long. He thrust back inside me, pounding into me, one arm on the bed and the other gripping my throat. As his fingers tightened, I gasped for breath, and he released his grip, bringing his hand round to tug on my hair and pulling my head backwards as he kept up his relentless pace. My hips were being pounded into the pillows, the friction against my clit so good, yet not quite enough, keeping me teetering on a knife edge.

  “Fuckfuckfuck,” he groaned, his movements becoming less controlled. Releasing his tight grip on my hair, he slid his hand under me, his fingers against my clit. It only took him a few, short movements, and then I was coming, pulsing around his hardness, gripping onto the sheets as I fell over the edge. My orgasm triggered his, and I felt h
is cock jerking inside me, spilling his release into the condom.

  He collapsed on top of me, his bulk crushing me, our bodies sticking together. I couldn’t catch my breath. Thankfully, he rolled off me almost straight away, making me wince as he pulled out of me.

  “Are you okay?” He turned me to face him, brushing my hair out of my eyes. The concern I saw in his eyes was unexpected, but it warmed me from the inside.

  A huge smile spread across my face as I nodded. “I…I’m sore, but I feel good. Really good.”

  “You don’t regret it, do you?” His hand continued to stroke through my hair.

  “No. I’m glad it was you,” I told him honestly. Throwing my arm over my face, I added, “I didn’t think I would come, since it was my first time.”

  He let out a soft laugh at my mumbled confession, before he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I knew you would.”

  Now it was my turn to laugh at his confident statement. Lowering my arm, I watched as he left the bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, he had a damp washcloth that he used to carefully clean me up. “There’s a bit of blood on your sheet.”

  “I’ll change the sheets in a minute.” As I stretched out, I sighed before smiling up at him. I was sore and tired, but happy. So happy.

  He stood at the side of the bed, an unreadable expression on his face. “Okay. I guess I’ll see you at school, then?”

  My face fell. He was just going to leave? After he’d slept with me for the first time? Was I just a conquest to him?

  “Stop overthinking.” A frown appeared on his face, and he bit his lip. “I’ll stay for a bit, if you want me to.”

  “Only if you want to.” I stared at him from under my lashes, pathetically hoping he’d say yes.

  He looked torn for a moment, warring with himself, before his eyes cleared. “Yeah. I want to.” His voice was quiet but firm, as he repeated his words. “I want to. Come on, I’ll help you change these sheets first.”