16. Then

Laying on the couch, he slowly runs his hand up my thigh, teasing the edge of my pajama shorts. I smile into his chest and try to hide that I know what he’s doing.

“You better stop. You don’t want my dad walking in,” I say quietly. He is in the kitchen making dinner, and he will not be happy to learn his angel is not so innocent anymore. Rex’s chest shakes with his quiet chuckles, and I bite my lip to keep from joining.

“You’re bad, Rexley Scott,” I mutter into his chest. He squeezes me tighter and kisses the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair. A small moan escapes my lips, and he shifts his hips, letting me feel the hard bulge in his basketball shorts.

“You better stop teasing me with those soft moans, or I will really give you something to cry out about,” he says, gripping my hair tight and yanking. My eyes roll back, and I start to pant. Fuck. That is not fair. My dad coughs in the other room, and I snap out of my lust-filled haze. I slowly sit up and move beside him, ignoring his laugh. He grabs one of the smaller pillows and places it over his lap.

My sister comes stomping down the stairs, combat boots hitting the hardwood with a thump. “Love, stop your fucking stomping,” my dad shouts. She glances over at us before spinning and flipping off the wall. I roll my eyes and watch as she strides out the front door, slamming it in her wake. My dad starts muttering something, then opens the basement door and thumps down the steps. I lean back against Rex and sigh.

“Why can’t we go to your house again? This place is like a hostile takeover half the time these days, and the other half is like a hotel.” He pulls me closer, wrapping an arm over my shoulders.

“My dad is a complete psycho. Becoming mayor gave him all the control he’s always wanted, and my mom is always sleeping, thanks to all the medications she’s on,” he says sadly. I look his way and place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, that must be hard.” Music starts to play downstairs, and a football game starts. I slowly move from his grip and stand from the couch, then turn his way and straddle his lap with my knees on either side of his hips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I get a tight grip on his messy dirty blond hair. I yank his head back until he meets my eyes. He groans and grasps my hips tightly, then raises a brow as if challenging me. Leaning down, I kiss him hard, sucking on his bottom lip.

“We have maybe thirty minutes before my dad comes back upstairs.” I give him a wink, then climb from his lap and offer him my hand. He grabs it, and instead of standing, he throws me over his shoulder, before jumping from the sofa and rushing to my room on the second floor.

The door isn’t even shut, and he has my top pulled over my head, and my shorts down to my ankles. Spinning me toward the bed, he presses down on my upper back, leaning me over the footboard. I arch my back, wiggling my ass to tease him, but I should have known not to bother. He slams in hard, then reaches around to tightly grip my throat. I immediately shudder and clench. He knows just how to make me feel the most pleasure. I scratch at one of the small cuts on my inner thigh from yesterday”s session and groan as it opens again and blood starts to drip down my leg. I know we don’t have time to get the knife out right now. He smacks my ass, and I bite my lip hard.

“Fuck baby, the way you’re squeezing my cock is making me see stars,” he groans before roughly biting my shoulder, right beside the mark from a few days ago. I start to tremble, and he chokes me harder, then reaches around and smacks my pussy. I open my mouth and try to let out a garbled scream which comes out more like a whisper while I explode on his cock.

Juices run down my thighs as I start to see black spots. Rex slams into me a few more times, following me over the edge. He releases his grip and kisses the bite mark. “I love you, my kitty cat,” he says quietly, making me freeze. Wait. What did he just say? He backs away, letting me turn to face him. I’m still working to catch my breath, but the look in his eyes makes me want him all over again. I give him a huge smile and reach for the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. I kiss him hard for a few minutes, feeling him harden against my stomach. I giggle into his mouth, then reach down and start to stroke him, kissing him softer.

He grips my hips and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and wait ‘til he enters me once more. This time slower. I rest my forehead against his, softly panting and moaning as he fills me again and again.

“I love you too, Rexley,” I whisper and sigh as he carries me over to the bed, laying me down gently. I pull his body to mine as he kisses and licks from my neck to my breasts, groaning, as he takes a stiff nipple between his lips.

I gaze into his green eyes and give in to the love and lust that he showers me with. I may like it when he takes control and dominates my every motion, but this. I love this. Soft and slow, gazing into the eyes of the boy I love as he makes me tremble and softly cry out. I bring his mouth back to mine, and pant against his lips.

“I’m so close, come with me,” I whimper, and he picks up his pace, bringing my eyes back to his. My back arches, and my mouth opens in a soundless scream as I gush on his dick. He jerks inside of me, then rests his head on my chest. Wrapping his arms around me tight, he lies there for a few minutes as we come down from the overflowing emotions. I have only known this boy for six months, but he’s already the most important thing to me.

“Marry me,” he whispers, and I sigh with a small laugh. I run my fingers through his sweaty locks and nod.

“One day, Rexley Scott, I will marry you.”