5. Summer

CHAPTER 5

Summer

F rustration.

Mind-numbing frustration radiates through every inch of my body as my mind wanders over the events of this outrageous day. I can't even focus my fury on Bodey because he's stripping out of his soaked clothes in front of me as the storm continues to blast the windows of the penthouse suite.

An idea strikes just as lightning scrapes across the dark sky. He's not going to get away with teasing me, holding my orgasm hostage, and only releasing it when he feels I'm deserving. The suite is beautiful as I cross the living room area that's bigger than my apartment. An open door leads into the bedroom, where Bodey walks leisurely inside as if I'm not even here.

Gray walls, black furniture, and the scent of freshly cleaned linens sit in the air. I hate that he gets to stay here without a care in the world.

"I'm not a liar," I tell him adamantly, following Bodey's muscular body into the bedroom. He has a large tattoo of an angel wearing the armor of a knight with a sentence across the bottom that says, Free the Living.

"You're still lying," he replies without a single glance in my direction. There's a rack where six suits are hanging, and he slides each one back and forth by their hangers until he pulls out a burgundy jacket. He tosses it on the bed, sparing a look in my direction with a hint of a grin, and watches my eyes travel down his body. My gaze lingers on his crotch, wondering what he—it—looks like.

This isn't right.

But…

I don't care about what's right. If he can get even with me, I can get even with him. My tongue works just as well as his. I want the same angst and frustration ravaging his mind and body. Determination pushes me closer to him. Dominance is my goal, but once I'm in front of Bodey, I can't push myself to be as aggressive as I'd like.

Instead, I touch his chest, apprehensive and hesitant because I don't know what I'm doing exactly.

"What do you think you're doing, Summer?" His voice is low, melodic even as his eyes focus on me.

One finger swirls around his chest, going over the muscles with the hope of having some sort of effect on Bodey. My finger makes a trail down to the waistband of his boxers. I'm not brave enough to touch him the way he touches me, and I keep moving my fingers down to his thigh. I run my finger under the hem of his shorts, waiting for something to happen.

"Don't start anything you can't and won't finish with me," he warns, but I continue to run my fingers along his legs, tracing the thickness of his muscles. Ignoring his warning is the wrong choice, and he snatches my hand off him. "What did I just say, Summer?"

"I always finish what I start."

"You can't finish this because you've no idea what you started. Be a good girl and get on your knees. I'm going to finish this for you."

My pulse races as I sink to my knees, waiting for him to pull his cock out, and I don't have to wait long. It's thick, smooth, growing firmer with each passing second. I lick my lips.

"Use those pretty lips to suck this dick. It's been a long six years, Summer. Six years, thanks to you. I've been dreaming about this. Open that pretty mouth of yours."

There's no malice in his tone, only desire and yearning for me to make things right. It's impulsive, unplanned, and necessary. The curiosity and intensity sparking between me and Bodey's cock lead me to do as I'm told, opening my mouth for him. My tongue reacts, pushing itself in the way of his head to stop it from going down my throat.

Bodey grunts, fists my hair, and yanks my head back so my eyes jerk up to meet his glare. "Open that fucking mouth."

I relax my tongue as my pussy clenches from being told what to do. My lips squeeze his shaft gently as he begins to move slowly in and out. Spit gathers, and I slurp. Bodey's moans morph into harsh whispers.

"Fuck yes, just like that. Suck it," he hisses. I find my rhythm and confidence to grab his shaft with my hand, allowing my hand and mouth to work together in unison. He stutters and stumbles, grabbing onto the rack of suits as he spurts a warm liquid down my throat.

I feel his erection softening when Bodey's voice finds me. "Keep sucking. Get me hard again, Summer. I need to be inside of you."

The intrusive thought of chewing on his deflating erection flies out of my head as I feel him hardening against my tongue. He pulls himself out of my mouth and pulls me to my feet. His mouth crashes against mine as he steps forward, moving back to the bed where I'm forced to sit down once I hit the edge.

Bodey doesn't waste time or words, pulling my sweatpants down and parting my legs. His greedy eagerness has me wet, willing, and ready to take whatever he's going to give me. The pressure of his head pushing inside of my entrance knocks my head back onto the mattress. My back arches as Bodey fills me with his girth.

I can't stop my cries of pleasure, pain, and ecstasy as Bodey pumps in and out of my pussy like a man possessed. The faster and deeper he plunges, the more aggressive his thrusts, the wetter I get. He pulls out of me with fury in his eyes, as if he's pissed I can make him feel this good.

"Wait, don't stop," I cry out, finding my own voice in this madness.

"Stay away from me," Bodey snarls and storms out of the bedroom back into the living room. I follow behind him.

"You can't do that to me. That's my virginity; you can't half-ass take what you want from me."

"You stole six years of my life!" His breathing is ragged, eyes wild with rage as he fetches his knife out of the pocket of the wet pants he stripped out of moments ago.

"I did. It was my fault that a jury convicted you based on my words, my lies. I'm sorry, Bodey. I'll do whatever you want to make this right. I'm yours, Bodey. I'm yours to do as you wish."

He lets out the black metal blade, stalking toward me with such focus. Once he reaches me, his hand grabs me by the throat.

"Conniving little cunt," he growls. "You're trying to seduce me, to knock me off my path, to distract me from my goal to bring down everyone responsible for locking me in that cage for all that time."

"No, I swear. I didn't know how to help you, so I left. I made Mom take me and run," I tell him through strangled breaths, and tears stream down my cheek. Bodey uses the knife to barely graze my skin, wiping it away.

"Finally, some truth." Bodey leans in, licking the spot his knife just swiped and letting the tip of the blade travel down to the apex between my thighs. He releases his grip on my neck, spins me, and bends me over the arm of the sofa. "Do you truly belong to me, Summer?"

"Yes," I pant, my walls moistening as he rubs my entrance with his fingers while the tip of the knife dances across the curve of my ass cheek.

"Then anyone who sees this will know it too. Don't move."

That's when the stinging sensation of the tip etching something into my skin ignites. I feel him shove his hard cock inside my walls, slowly moving while he cuts into my skin. The intensity makes me see white, red, and then the dreary stormy skies outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite.

Bodey pushes in and out of me, still cutting into my skin. It's not blinding pain, more like a thick edge of a safety pin moving into and across my skin. I breathe through it as my core tightens, and I cry out with a climax that makes my legs tremble.

"Fuck me," I mumble.

"Oh, that's coming as soon as you do," he growls and slams the knife into the back of the sofa by my face. With both of his hands free, Bodey grips my waist and thrusts into me with power until I come all over his cock again.

We move away from the suite's sofa to the window, where he presses the front of my body against the pane. There's not a care in the world if anyone sees, and a part of me wants someone to, but there's nothing outside the window but a blustery sea.

Glimpses of our reflection move in sync with Bodey as he pumps in and out of me until I finally feel him slow down. His breathing is ragged as he pulls out of me once again to turn me around, hike my leg over the crux of his arm, and push every inch back inside of my walls.

"I'm going to fuck you all over this suite," he promises with an edge of anger as he pumps in and out of me with such ferocity, I have to wrap my arms around his neck. He slams me back and forth on his cock until he holds me tight against his body, spilling his climax inside of me. The steady throb of his pent-up release thrums against the ripples of my pussy.

"I want you to," I tell him as he sets me down.

"Fuck, your pussy is perfect, Summer." He peppers my lips with kisses. "I'll order room service. What do you want to eat?"

"A steak, medium, baked potato, and steamed broccoli with cheese if they have it."

He grins as I move past him, not giving up the chance to smack my ass. "A girl who can eat. I love that shit. Go take a look at my handiwork."

The stinging is still there, but my legs are barely working. I don't want to look too new at this sex thing, but a glance at Bodey makes me think about putting up a front. I won't lie, so I sit on the sofa. "As soon as the feeling comes back to my legs, I will. Tell me what it is."

"My initials," he says with a wiggle of the knife after he pulls it out of the sofa.

"Aren't they going to charge you for that?"

"Probably."

"How did you get all of this, Bodey?" I ask him, but the sound of my phone ringing stops him from answering. I grab my duffle bag off the coffee table to fetch it, and the name flashing across the screen brings a frown to my face.

"Who is it?"

"My mother."

"Perfect timing." He grins and trots over to me, taking the phone out of my hand and answering the call. "Hey, Debbie. It's Bodey."