Isla
I hummed around his length, unable to process words as I took him into the back of my throat again, gagging against his cock, more tears spilling.
“You’re so beautiful, Isla,” he murmured, rocking his hips, “So…so fucking beautiful.
You even cry prettily.”
I was lapping at the underside of his cock, my cheeks were aching and I was sure that I might be at risk of asphyxiation any minute now when he tapped my bottom lips, I opened and seconds later he was spilling his hot cum all over my exposed tits while I watched him through lowered lids.
He offered me his hand and when I took it, he pulled me on top of his body so quickly, a gasp left my lips.
His eyes were hard, “Where did you learn to suck dick like that?” He sounded angry.
“At school,” I squeaked when he bent down and closed his lips over one of my cum-covered nipples.
“School?” He watched me with cruel amusement, his grin mocking.
“That’s what you learn in your fancy boarding school.”
If one more person calls my school fancy, I might have to pick a fight.
So, I went to a private boarding school that was a little more expensive because I’d outpaced the curriculum of the high school everyone in town went to and so what?
“Do you have any problem… with it?” My question that was supposed to be hostile ended as a mewl when his hands slipped under my skirt, pushing my panties aside.
“No,” he murmured, a ghost of a smile on his face, then his thumb brushed over my clit, his finger dipping into my wetness.
My lips parted in a cry but he muffled it with his lips, “Henceforth, I want to teach you everything, okay?”
I was too busy grinding my hips against his fingers to answer.
He chuckled, pulling his hand away and when I growled at the loss, he flicked my nose with his wet fingers, “That was a yes or no question, little Pip.”
I was not a violent person.
Yet all I felt in that moment was a feral urge to hurt Ryder.
I bared my teeth at him and somehow that provoked more laughter from him.
“Relax, little Pip.
We have all the time in the world for me to ruin you,” he leaned in and took my other tit into his mouth before he looked up, “Trust me.”
I shivered.
That was a threat.
Ryder
“I’m serious, Ryder, nobody can know,” Isla moved her head from my chest to frown at me.
I smirked.
“Little Pip, that goes without saying,”
“Then why did you chuckle when I mentioned it?”
“Well… there is a higher chance that you’d be the one to divulge our little affair rather than me,” I said.
“After all you cannot keep a secret to save your life.”
She scoffed and made to lift her head, apparently to disagree.
I lightly placed my hand at the back of her hair guiding her back to my chest.
“I can keep a secret.”
“From your diary?
Your obnoxiously pink one with the heart lock?”
She went still, “You went through my diary?”
“No,” I simply replied.
I have never even gone into her room.
But it was easy to guess that she was the kind of girl to commit her darkest secret to the pages of a book that can be read by anyone.
“But it’s obvious that you’d own one.”
Her voice was small, “So I’m also predictable and boring,”
“No, you’re cute and innocent enough to believe that a little lock can keep prying eyes from your secret.”
She moved, removing her head from my chest and I let her.
She was now lying on her side, facing me.
“I don’t want to be innocent and cute,” she worried, her teeth creating an indent on her bottom lips that caught my eyes.
It was past midnight and we were still awake discussing the fine print of our illicit arrangement.
I lied on my side too.
“What do you want to be?”
“Hot?” She wrinkled her nose.
“Bold… sexy?”
“Now you’re just fishing for a compliment,” I joked.
“I mean, I almost came just watching you take off your top and for boldness, you sure do have your moment.
I mean, whose idea was this again?” I teased.
But she was not smiling.
And when she blinked, I noticed her eyes were watery.
She quickly sat up.
“Please don’t tell me lies too.
I’m sick of you all pandering to me and telling me what you think I’d like to hear.” She met my eyes.
“I can take the truth, Ryder.”
It stung.
I had a silver tongue, I could talk myself out of every situation and that naturally came with being able to tell lies, I told plenty, convincingly, beautifully, happily… But I’ve never lied a day to Isla.
And what was this with her genuinely believing that she was unattractive?
I tried to understand her, see her body through whatever dusty lens she used, listen to whatever noise she had been on the receiving end of…
I mean when people tell you that you’re something over and over, eventually, you can’t help but believe them, right?
There was also her little cheating boyfriend, that couldn’t have been good for her self esteem.
Yet, was she blind?
Even without bringing her body into the equation, goddess, her damn art of a body, since she hid those in clothes three times her size.
But there were her big green eyes, her full lower lips, her darker long lashes, the mole on the bridge of her nose…
Yet, I couldn’t just insist on her beauty and miraculously expect her to blink and see what I saw.
So I cracked a smile, “I think that’s everything, one, we can’t tell anybody; second, the arrangement ends when you get back with Jason—”
“If I get back with Jason or when our parents get married.”
“Shut up, when you get back with the sniveling bastard.”
“He’s not a bad person, he is just confused,” she defended him and then smiled with self-depreciation.
“He thought he found his mate.
I mean you’d do the same too if you thought you found your mate.”