Tucker Chapter, PT. 5

His eyes narrowed. “You really think I’m not going to tell dad what happened today?”

“I don’t know why you would.” She was relieved to return to their real problem. “You’ll get in more trouble than me! You beat him up! Dad won’t—”

“Dad’s going to pat me on the back and you know it. Dad warned you about boys like Tucker. Boys who know you’re inexperienced and would pressure you into something you aren’t ready for.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and jutted out her hip. “Who says I’m not ready? I know what I want!”

His eyes darkened. “Do you?”

“Yes!” she said defiantly. “I’m not a little girl. I’m going to be a senior next year. I’m allowed to experiment if I want to! If I want him to…”

He closed the distance between them in two strides. She fell silent as he towered over her.

“You want him to what?”

Something about his tone caused the fine hairs on her nape to rise. The only sound in the room was her rapid breathing. As he stared at her, not speaking, her nipples hardened into points so sharp, they hurt. Embarrassed and confused, she stepped back and collided with the massive dresser.

“You want to experiment?” he asked softly as he crowded her against the dresser.

She swallowed hard, heart thudding in her ears as she tried to think. His hand moved between them. She went cold with shock when she felt a tug on her shorts. When he began to pull down her zipper, she clutched his wrist and shook her head. He held her gaze as he nudged her shorts down. Her breath halted when he cupped her like Tucker had. His fingers pressed against the gusset of her underwear. Not penetrating, but firm enough to push the material between her lips.

“How much have you experimented?”

His voice, rough with anger, caused her insides to clench. Warmth pooled low. To her horror, she felt herself secrete. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t feel her underwear dampen, but a second later, his fingers shifted, rubbed, and then his expression hardened.

He brushed her underwear aside and slipped a finger inside her. She let out a strangled yelp and banged into the dresser in a desperate bid to get away, but Jesse was relentless. His finger sank so deep, her mouth dropped open on a silent gasp.

“You’re soaked,” he growled against her temple and hissed when her pussy bathed him in more honey. “Christ.”

“I…” She closed her eyes as another finger joined the first. “Jesse.”

“How many times?” he growled.

She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and tugged, unable to string a sentence together. Her mind was whirling, emotions spiraling, back arching as he caused her womb to weep. She went on tiptoes as he sank deeper than her hairbrush ever had.

“How many times?” he bit out.

“I… I don’t know,” she babbled and was dimly aware of her shorts dropping to her ankles, allowing her to spread her legs to give him more room, which he immediately took advantage of.

“You’ve done it so many times, you didn’t keep count?”

His voice was so guttural she could barely understand him, but what he was saying didn’t matter when he was fingering her. Was this really happening? It couldn’t be. It was broad daylight. Jesse never did anything sexual during the day, but there was no denying he was definitely touching her.

The shock of it all made her lightheaded. Jesse caught her as she began to sway. Her head swam as he picked her up and settled her on his bed. Her legs hung over the edge as she lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, chest pumping as she tried to wrap her mind around what was happening. She jerked as her underwear was dragged down her legs. When she heard a zipper being undone, she stopped breathing. She felt the coarse brush of his jeans against her shin as he stepped out of them.

“Jesse?” she whispered.

A large hand cupped the back of her knee and began to lift it, spreading her wide. Her hands dove between her legs to cover the heart of her that had been touched for the first time today by two different boys within the same hour. Her mind was spinning. She should stop this. She should talk some sense into him, but one look into blue eyes that still glittered with banked rage made her body pliant in instinctive submission.

“I was so patient. I thought we had an understanding, but you gave yourself to him,” he growled as he dragged her ass to the edge of the bed.

“I…” she began, but her mind went blank as something began to enter her. She looked down the length of her body as Jesse gripped her hip, holding her still as he fed his dick into her. Belatedly, she tried to scoot up in bed to stop him, but his hold tightened, keeping her in place.

The tendons in his neck stood out as he bared his teeth and eased his way in. He still wore his white t-shirt, splattered with specks of red. His nipples stood out starkly as he stared down at where they were joined. His thumb absently rubbed her hood, making her toes curl. He braced himself over her, his gold cross on the chain around his neck dangling over her face as he sank even deeper inside her. His groan drowned out her own.

“Jesse?”

“How could you?” he panted into the bedsheets as he withdrew and gently began to drive in again. “How could you do this to me?”

As her unused channel spasmed in pain, she grasped a handful of his shirt, feet kicking for purchase as her body tried to adjust to his invasion. Panicked tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes.

“I don’t think we should be…” Her voice died as he speared her core, tearing through her hymen.

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