LISA

This was a mistake.

Her room looked just like I remembered. Lights twinkled around her window, photos covered the walls, and striped sheets were unmade on her bed. The walls appeared solid, but I doubted they'd hold what I felt.

I swept the books and papers off her bed. Tugging at her window, she let in a gust of rain. She was doing it for me, I suddenly knew, because she'd noticed I always needed it open.

She pulled her sodden tank top over her head, shivering from the storm and excitement. Goosebumps flecked her skin. Her breasts, tempting curves, pushed out her pink sports bra. But it was the look on her face that stopped me cold. Eager, nervous, her dark eyes shining with hope.

I wanted to eat that expression. Feed on her.

I should leave before this went any further.

I tossed my wet clothes on her chair and grabbed her wrists as she wrestled with her sopping shorts. Not to stop her, but to do it myself. I kissed a path down her cold skin, tasting earthy rainwater. Don't.

Kneeling to unlace her sneakers, I ran my hands over her mud-spattered calves, and I didn't care that I was the one on my knees. I peeled off her white socks, and I'd say she held the reins, except that every shuddering breath came in response to me.

When I grasped her ankles, she sucked in air.

"You like that?" I didn't return her smile. "Get on the bed."

Jumping on the rumpled sheets, she reached for me.

"Hands and knees."

She scurried to obey. Looking cute was the last thing on her mind. She wasn't trying to seduce me or preserve her pride. She was all need, from her curled toes to her spread thighs, utterly naked and tensed with anticipation.

"Good girl." The palest expression for what I felt. "Waiting, spreading for me, wet as hell before I even touch you. Staying nice and still. Maybe you really can be patient after all."

She lifted her luscious ass. Drying mud streaked her ankles. Her pussy glistened, the pink folds peeking out at me.

I held still, struggling for control. It wasn't too late to stop this.

"I've waited so long for you." She bent her neck, exposed. "Days, Lisa. It feels like years. I can't wait anymore."

Her dark hair spilled everywhere, damp and curling. I grabbed a handful, yanking her head back, and she moaned.

Slowly, I brought my hand to her cunt and stroked her swollen lips with two fingers. Her soft noises turned deeper.

Walk away. Don't do this.

"Oh," she gasped as I teased her clit. Raindrops battered her window, but her pussy was liquid fire. Stop. "Oh, please—"

I flexed my hips, and the head of my cock nudged soft flesh.

When I gripped her cheeks and sank in, she shrieked. And my self-control incinerated.

She was so fucking juicy, so soft and yielding, taking me in, wanting more, needing more of what I gave to her, and fuck, I wanted to eat her, I wanted to devour her, I wanted to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her until there was nothing left of either of us. I wanted to take and give, take and give, and the more she sweetly opened to me, the more her body whispered love, the more she moaned "Yes, yes, yes!" the further I wanted to go. Needed to go. I wanted everything, I wanted to have her and destroy her at the same time.

When she came, it was pure and profane all at once, her back arching to grind her hot core on my cock, cries leaving her lips as she threw her head back, her little clit defenseless under my strokes. I found the spot on the side that drove her wild and pressed in mercilessly, driving her pleasure higher. She moaned as another orgasm wracked her body.

"Oh God, yes," she whimpered. "Oh, baby. So good."

Baby. I'd called her that a million times, but it was the first time the pet name had left her lips.

"Oh Lisa, I love it."

I love you, I heard.

"Don't stop, please don't stop."

If I had my way, I'd never stop.

Balls-deep, I squeezed her round hips, fucking her as fast as I wanted, as hard as I wanted. More, more, fucking more. Growling, I shuddered as the cum rushed out. I emptied myself deep in her warm cunt and pulled out, soaked with her juices.

Jennie flopped onto her stomach, rolled over, and smiled up at me. Her brown eyes were so soft. Liquid. Loving.

She reached up to caress my shoulder and kissed the inside of my arm.

"Lisa," she sighed. "That was amazing."

I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle her gazing at me like I was the greatest person in the world, when I'd made it clear from the beginning that I was an asshole.

I wanted to lie down and take her in my arms so badly. Smooth her hair and stroke her cheek like I deserved her. Tell her I'd keep her with me always, like that high school fantasy she'd shared. But it would just make this pile of shit even higher.

I stood up.

"This can never happen again."

Her eyes went wide with shock. Then they narrowed. She sat up, naked, beautiful, but her defenses were back and her posture was tight. She twisted her hair into a bun, grabbed a pencil from her nightstand, and stabbed it through.

"What do you mean, this?" Her voice shook on the last word.

"Fucking in your room. For free."

She stared at me, her gaze dark as coal. By now, I knew Jennie's body intimately. I'd never seen her so silent or so still.

"What happened to you?" When she finally spoke, her whisper was colorless. "Why is everything a transaction?"

"Victims talk about what happened to them, Jennie. I've made choices. We are who we are." I pulled on my shirt and shorts, wet with rain.

Only her lips moved. "I see."

"I'm glad you do." I made my voice cold. I was trying to be strong, but when it came to her, I was weak. "We'll continue our arrangement as planned until graduation. I'll see you in my room tomorrow night. I know you need the money. No more sessions without pay."

"Are you out of your mind?" Her dark eyes glinted with anger. She leapt out of bed, the stillness shattered, clutching the covers to her chest. "You asshole! Who the fuck do you think you are? You don't even have the money, I know you don't! Get the hell out of my room, Lisa. Get out!"

I left without looking back. It was the only way.