Page 51 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

Haz

I blow out rapid breaths beneath the cold blast of the shower. I stay under longer than normal, until I hurt, the icy burn blowing off the fuckedupness of the morning.

Wasn’t much for me and Elly to do but sit and fret. Would have gone with Nic if we didn’t have some stupid mandatory presentation, our allotted times one after the other. Tilda’s is tomorrow, probably why she chose today to run off.

I smash the power button, the air suddenly warm after the freezing water. The shower didn’t help much. I’m still tingling with anger, that teeth-grinding one that comes with worry.

I’m fine guys, she’d finally messaged. Chill. Heading back with Nic now xx

Fucking chill?

I shake my head, briskly towelling my body dry. She won’t be fine, not once I get my hands on her. No more binding her to my bed. She’ll be bound to me instead, like a fucking toddler, until she learns not to run off.

Shrugging on cargos and a tank, I hang up my towel and cross to my room.

There’s a curled-up lump on my bed. I turn away to close the door, giving myself a moment to steady the wave of something that crashes over me at the sight of Tilda. Back here. Safe. Mother fucker.

She doesn’t turn to me. Doesn’t move at all.

Maybe she’s fallen asleep, crashed out from her little adventure.

I don’t doubt Nic ripped her a new one, whatever that would look like.

Lots of glaring probably. A lecture. Then she’ll go off and punish herself, probably at the Vaults.

Did Tilda give a single thought to that? Course she fucking didn’t.

‘Are you awake?’ My voice comes out clipped.

Tilda murmurs, curling into herself. She reaches a hand behind her, beckoning me. I slap it out the air, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her onto her back.

‘Do you have a fucking death wish?’ Her eyes are bleary, red-rimmed. Like she’s been crying. ‘Maybe not a death wish. A rape wish? Torture? Whatever that fucker’s capable of.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers.

‘You could have been. Fucking lucky you weren’t.’ I grit my teeth, slapping my open palms on the bed either side of her. I feel a thrill at her flinch. ‘What the fuck, Tilda? Sneaking out? Elly’s fucking beside herself! Have you seen her yet?’

She shakes her head. ‘It’s you I need.’

‘You need me?’

‘So much. Haz—’ She swallows, tears rushing to her eyes. ‘I just need to forget. Please make me forget.’

She pitches forward to press our lips together. When I don’t respond, she kisses me again. ‘Please. I’m sorry. Please.’

I grasp her throat, pushing her back until she’s prone again. ‘You scared the shit out of me.’

‘I was scared too. All I could think about was you. Haz, it’s all so dark.’

Fuck. It’s hard to stay mad at her when she’s like this. With a sigh, I lie down, pulling her into my arms. ‘That’s all right, baby. We like the dark, you and me.’

Tilda nods against me, her arms tightening. She buries her face into my chest, hot breath warming me through my tank as she sighs. I feel a tug in my clit as she worms even closer, hips grinding mine. She kisses my chest, her little fingers digging into my back.

‘Why’d you do it?’ I burr into her ear.

‘I just needed to know some things. Nic’—she draws in a ragged breath—‘she’s been driving me fucking crazy.

She’s still mad over stuff that happened in the past, things she’s remembering differently.

I don’t even know what’s real anymore. Who’s to blame for what.

It’s just a big fucking mess and I’m tired. ’

‘You’re going to tell me everything.’ Pulling back slightly, I glance at the digital clock on my nightstand. ‘But later. I gotta shoot soon. I’ve got my presentation with Mark.’

‘Oh, shit.’ Tilda screws her eyes shut. ‘I forgot about that.’

‘Yeah, thought you might have. At least yours is tomorrow.’

She nods, eyes finding mine. ‘How long have you got?’

My clit twitches again at the insinuation in her voice. ‘Maybe twenty minutes…twenty-five.’

Holding my eyes, she brushes a hand between my legs.

I smile grimly. ‘Looking for something?’

‘Your biggest. No lube.’

Now I’m more than twitching, I’m fucking clenching. Launching myself off her, I find the dick she wants. She watches raptly as I remove my trousers and strap up.

Then I stand there, foot of the bed, eyes hard.

With a jolt, she starts pulling her jeans off, her breath shaky as she writhes around.

‘I’m ready.’

I huff out a disbelieving breath. ‘No, you’re fucking not.’

‘I am.’ She beckons me, her legs parting to afford me a view of her beautiful pink pussy. ‘Quick.’

I settle between her thighs, our smooth skin juxtaposing the rough cotton of our top halves.

‘I’m wet,’ she assures me.

Resting on one elbow, I snake a hand between her legs. She is wet, but barely. ‘This is gonna hurt, baby.’

She lifts her hips. ‘Good.’

My heart pounds, steady and hard. This dick is fucking massive. She’s suicidal to want to take it without lube. But I’m guessing that’s the point. There’s something weird going on with her. I can see it in her eyes, her energy all off. Something she’s not telling me.

I damn the presentation, tempted just to shove it. Tilda needs someone right now and it’s clear that someone can’t be Nic. Don’t want to leave them alone together at all. Not today, not until I get to the bottom of their shit.

‘Safe word,’ I bite out.

‘Serpent.’

As we kiss, I line the tip of the dick to her pussy. The vision of me shoving inside her flashes in my mind, making me gasp against her lips. I kiss her hard, struggling to restrain myself. I’m not that fucked but god, it’s hot to think about.

Tilda lifts her hips, gasping herself when the tip slips inside her.

Lifting up, I grasp the dildo, guiding it in myself.

No way will it just slip in using my hips.

Tilda’s small. Tight. Only after a thorough fucking does she open, like a flower in the sun, all dewy and red.

Can’t wait to see what her pussy looks like after this.

I gather her meagre wetness on my fingers and wipe it down the shaft. I try not to glance at the clock as I line myself back up. Fuck uni. My girl needs a dicking and I’m gonna deliver.

She pinches her nipples as I push in, centimetre by centimetre, rolling them between her fingers, anything to make herself wetter. Her desperation’s hot as fuck. I thrust my hips, landing another inch.

Tilda gasps, spreading her legs wider.

‘Sore?’

‘Burns. Keep going. Just do it.’

Now I’m in pretty much halfway, I lower myself down, weight on my forearms. I thrust quickly, shallowly, feeling her take me bit by bit.

She’s definitely wet now. I swat her hand away from her nipple and take it with my teeth, swirling my tongue around the tip, knowing she feels it right in her clit.

She hisses between her teeth, her ankles crossing on my lower back, opening as wide as possible for me.

‘That’s it, baby.’ I release her nipple, threading my hands into her hair as I fuck her harder. ‘Fucking proud of you.’

I grin, glancing between us to see I’m almost all the way in.

‘Don’t be nice to me,’ she mumbles, eyes closed. ‘Don’t think I can take the rest, Haz.’

‘We’ll see about that.’ I relent on the depth, settling into a fast rhythm instead. ‘You don’t want me being nice to you?’

‘Not today. Not right now.’ She scratches my back with her nails. ‘You’re mad at me, aren’t you?’

I release a breath through my nose. ‘Fucking seething.’

‘Tell me.’ She grasps my hair, tugging at it. ‘Tell me how mad you are.’

‘So mad I’m dying to punish you.’ I thrust hard, watching her cry out. ‘This isn’t it, princess. This is nothing compared to what I want to do to you.’

‘Why are you mad?’ she asks between clenched teeth.

‘Because you’re a deceptive little bitch. You upset Elly. You were a fucking cunt to do that.’

Tilda nods, her eyes falling closed as I continue to fuck her. I get deeper with every thrust, making her moan each time I hit her cervix.

‘Because you’ve got no regard to your own safety,’ I continue. ‘No regard to how we felt waking up to you gone. You can’t fucking do that, Tilda.’ I clench my jaw as pleasure ricochets through my clit. ‘It’s not just you anymore, you selfish fuck. You’ve got people who care.’

Tears track from the corners of her eyes, running into the hair at her temples. ‘I’m awful.’

‘That’s alright.’ I watch the dildo disappear, not really sure where she’s fitting it all. ‘I’ll fuck it out of you.’

The bed creaks loudly as I get my weight behind my cock, needing the movement for the extra length. The silicone’s slick now but I bet it still hurts. I pull out entirely, almost groaning at the sight of her. Wet, open, throbbing around nothing.

‘Haz,’ she protests, pulling me back.

I slide in effortlessly, all the way. I do groan then. ‘You might be a cunt but you’re a fucking perfect one.’

‘I need more,’ she gasps, raking her nails down my back again.

I pull my tank off, allowing her full access. ‘More?’ I chuckle. ‘Baby, I’ve not got more.’

‘No, not—’ She blows out a frustrated breath. ‘Just more. Hit me or pull my hair or something.’ She squeezes her eyes closed, a pained look on her face. ‘I can still feel it all.’

I don’t know what she means. Fucks me off I don’t know what hurts her. Physical pain is easier to deal with. The stretch in her cunt, it’s surface level, gone quicker than it comes. That pain in her heart, that’s the pain I don’t know what to do with.

She looks around when I don’t respond, my thrusts slowing with my distraction. Suddenly pitching to the side, she swipes something off my nightstand. Taking my hand, she slips my serpent ring onto my finger.

‘Do what you did to him.’

I frown, my thrusts ceasing.

‘Hit me with it.’

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I’m not against pain in bed, giving it that is. I get it can heighten pleasure, it’s all just sensation, but punching a girl in the face? That seems to cross some invisible line—no, not invisible. Fucking obvious. You just don’t hit girls.

‘Can’t I just hit you with this?’ I thrust my hips, forcing a grin to my face.

Tilda gasps but shakes her head. ‘Please, Haz. You’re the only one I trust like that.’ She cups my cheeks. ‘We like the dark, don’t we?’

I restart my rhythm, hoping it’ll distract her, hoping it’ll distract me from the discomfort in my chest. Am I fucking weak? I’ve never denied a girl before. Didn’t think I could deny Tilda anything.

‘Just feel me, baby,’ I whisper, freeing my hand to thread it back through her hair. ‘I’ve got you.’ I touch my forehead to hers, creating shadow between us. ‘This is our darkness. You’re safe in it. Just let go.’

I think she’s going to resist when she finally relaxes back, her mouth opening as she gives in to me.

I take a peek at the clock, a jolt shooting to my clit at just how little time we’ve got left.

We need to come fast. I adjust the angle so the dildo presses against where I need it.

With every thrust, I clench tight, groaning as my orgasm builds along with hers.

‘Are you gonna come, baby?’

‘Yeah. Fuck. Lie down more.’

Tilda grabs me tightly, using my lower body to graze her clit. She winds her arms around my neck, biting her bottom lip so hard I think it’s going to split.

The top of my head presses into the headboard as I rock above her. There’s no space between us, no room to breathe, my heart beating so fucking fast I hear it in my head.

Tilda’s moans heighten in pitch, beyond caring how loud she’s being with both Elly and Nic in the house.

‘Gonna come too,’ I grind out, rubbing my pussy hard against hers with my dick deep inside her.

‘Haz!’ she cries in an almost panicked tone.

Closing my eyes, I slam my clit into her, letting her noises carry me to the edge. Fuck, I love it when I time it just right. There’s something insanely potent about coming at the same time, like we’re one, our black souls melting together.

Just as I’m about to tip over, she pushes me away, frantically grabbing at my hand.

There’s a flash of movement to my left that distracts me.

Through hazy eyes, I watch Elly enter the room.

Then I’m tipping over, too choked with pleasure to stop Tilda from furling my hand and slamming it into her face.

My orgasm ebbs just as blood blooms on her lip.

‘Tilda.’ I sit up, hovering over her as the dildo slides out.

She lets out a sobbing breath, cradling her jaw.

‘Fuck, Tilda, why did you do that?!’

I glance at Elly who watches from the door, her gaze unblinking on Tilda.

Tilda covers her face, her tears from before resuming in earnest. I let out a harsh breath, not knowing what to fucking do.

‘Haz…’ Elly begins.

‘Yeah, I fucking know, Elly.’ I don’t need to look at the clock to know we’re out of time.

With a growl, I shove up off the bed, throwing my strap to the ground as I rush to get ready. My gaze snaps to Tilda with every quiet sob. In my periphery, I see Elly’s hands curl to fists.

When our eyes meet, I throw a hand in the direction of the bed. ‘We can’t leave her like this, man.’

Elly looks around helplessly. ‘We’ll get Nic.’

I scoff. ‘Yeah, that’ll fucking do it.’

‘I’m fine,’ Tilda sobs behind her hands.

Dressed, I crawl back onto the bed. ‘Don’t know who you think you’re lying to.’ Hand gripping her shoulder, I lean my head next to hers. ‘One hour and we’ll be back. One hour and we’re all yours, okay?’

She nods into my pillow. ‘I’m good. Really.’

She’s so clearly fucking not but with nothing else for it, I get up reluctantly to allow Elly to say goodbye. Except she doesn’t, remaining by the door just staring. There’s not much of an expression on her face which says a lot for someone who usually wears a smile.

I fucked out my anger, but Elly hasn’t. Maybe she’s not even angry, just sad. It was her bed Tilda snuck out of. Elly doesn’t do anger like me and Nic.

I nod my head, gesturing her from the room. Quicker we get these presentations done, the better.