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"Shit." He groans, his voice hoarse and raspy as his hold on my hair tightens. I moaned, my hand balling into a fist against the sink as I enjoyed the feeling of him slamming inside of me just as he liked.

He always liked to take me from the back. It was his favorite position.

A position that I once use to enjoy until I began to realize things about him. Things that I try to push aside to keep my heart from becoming more bruised.

I shouldn't be doing this. Having sex in his bathroom but I am because I was a foolish girl that was hopelessly in love with a guy that doesn't give a damn about me.

"It's too much." I moaned, reaching behind me and pushing at his firm, muscular torso.

Ignoring me, he grabs my hands and pins both of them to my lower back with one of his large hands. His hold still firm in my hair, he pulls my head back. My back hit his chest and I couldn't help but look at us in the mirror.

He was so large and domineering behind me that the sight turned me on even more but the sensitive skin between my legs was becoming too sensitive. I whine at the familiar pressure building and he doesn't stop, ignoring the silent pleading in my eyes.

"You can take it, baby." He grunts, his eyes staying on mine in the mirror while his cock continues to thrust into my core from behind.

I couldn't help but cry out as he changes the pace, his thrust becoming more sloppy and harsher. His sexy grunts fill my ears as he buried his head into my neck. His lips latch onto the skin of my neck, sucking hard for sure to leave a love bite.

"Fuck." I gasped, writhing beneath him as his cock continues to hit that one spot that always makes me come undone for him. Only him.

He groans harshly, turning my head to wear he captures my lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Swallowing every moan, I did the same. Our tongues fight one another as we both pant into the kiss. A few more harsh thrusts and he was there. A harsh grunt slips past his swollen lips against mine as I feel him twitch inside me, releasing into the condom.

Letting go of my hair and hands, I quickly place them on the counter to keep myself from falling but his grip on the side of my hip does more. His large, intimidating body leaned over me as we both pant, coming down from our orgasms.

After a few minutes of our harsh breathing finally coming to control, I feel him move my hair to the side, and his lips leave a soft kiss on the back of my damp neck. Then, he pulls away after pulling down my skirt.

Inhaling, I pull my hair up and out of my face in a loose bun on top of my hair. I watch him through the mirror as he takes off the condom and throws it in the waste bin before walking back in his room.

Taking a few moments to get myself together and cleaned up, I walked out of the bathroom, cutting the light off behind me. I find him on his bed, leaning over with his elbows on his knees as he swipes at his phone.

Clearing my throat, I walk over to him and sit down on his bed. Nearly two aching minutes of silence before I spoke first as he continued to scroll through his phone.

"I want to do something today." I say, my heart thumping.

He sighs, rolling his shoulders. "I'm not in the mood to do anything else today."

Another silence hovered between us as I processed his words. My fingers played with each other as I tried to find my confidence.

"But I want to get to know more about you. You know things about me and..." I trailed, pinching the skin at my exposed thighs.

"Are we really doing this again?"

Here it comes. The disappointing feeling. A feeling I was beginning to get used to.

"We could-"

"You want something that I can't give you, babe. Let it go."

He lifts his head to meet my tearful eyes. The serious glare was apparent and too much. Looking away, I thought about how I was a foolish girl but I shouldn't be surprised. Ronan sighs and reaches for me but I slapped his hand away.

"Then whatever this is," I motion between us. "Is over." I say firmly, ignoring the way his brows furrowed together as I stood from my bed and head over to gather my belongings.

"Demi-"

"I mean it this time." I interrupt him, heading towards his bedroom door. "Please, don't call me or text me. If you see me in the hallway, just keep walking because I want nothing more to do with you." My voice cracks.

Before he could get the chance to respond, I walk out of his bedroom and continued towards the main door that leads out of his house.

Times like this I wished I had my friend around.

Not so much for the advice but Genevieve's intelligence always had me thinking about my values.

I envied her.

She has sweet guys that are interested in her and I wished I had it. I was tired of them constantly walking up to me, not being brave enough to approach Gen themselves for her number. The kind, shy perfect girl that gets the attention and she doesn't even realize it.

She was my true friend. That was true until things fell apart between us.

To be honest, Gen was a beautiful girl and I was jealous of her. Everyone wanted a genuine relationship with her while I was always finding myself getting stuck with assholes.

But so much has happened.

So much so that I almost couldn't believe she was getting dirty under the bleachers with Mercer of all people. It made no sense to me at all. Why in the world would she even want to kiss a guy that's been bullying her for half her high school years?

It made no sense but I knew I couldn't judge her when I was messing with an asshole that was using me for just sex.

I believed I was worth more than what I was receiving and one day, I was going to get what I deserved and more.

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