Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Devan reappears a few minutes later with a warm wet washcloth in his hand. He cleans me up methodically and then gathers me into his arms and resumes his seat with me in his lap. I relax against him and let the beat of his heart soothe me; it draws me back into my body, steady thump by steady thump. I like this nearly as much as the sex, though I’ll be damned before I admit it.

“That got a little out of control,” Devan finally says.

I lift my head and look at him. “You have a virgin kink. Who knew?”

He holds my gaze. “I’m rapidly coming to realize I have a Hazel kink.”

My whole body goes hot and my mind veers into static. “What?” Surely he didn’t say what I think he just said. I cannot handle any non-roleplaying talk that hints at any kind of permanence. When it comes down to it, Devan’s only spent a few weeks with me at sixteen that I barely remember and six nights since. If he wanted to be in my life, he would have come around more, at least after my nineteenth birthday.

He didn’t.

Tonight is about letting go, not about starting something new. I can’t afford to forget that.

In an effort to get us back on track, I wiggle out of Devan’s arms and stand slowly. My body still feels a little loose, but I manage to keep my feet without stumbling. “On to twenty.”

“Hazel.”

I hold up a hand. “Look, if you want to talk about anything that isn’t fucking my brains out, do you think it can wait until morning?” His eyes go flinty, but I push on. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for a really long time, and I don’t want something as messy as reality to intrude. Please, Devan.”

After a long moment, he nods. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” I think. Then again, I thought I had a clear view of what I wanted when I put all this into motion. I didn’t expect Devan to lean into the dirtiness of the fantasies and then shove them into an entirely new realm of sexiness. I clear my throat. “I’m going to change.”

He watches me for a long moment. “Okay.”

I try to tell myself I’m not fleeing the room as I hurry back into the bedroom and grab my bag. Except it does feel like fleeing. Like hiding. What if he wants something more? I shut that thought down really fast. I can’t afford to hope. Better to play through this alternate history sequence and leave it at that.

I have to drag a comb through my hair to get out the tangles from Devan’s hands, and then I dress quickly. I made a few changes to the costume I wore to the party on my twentieth birthday. It’s the same sinfully short pleated plaid skirt and tied-up white top, but I left off the bra and changed out the bikini style panties for a sheer white thong. I’ve put on some weight in muscle in the last five years, so now the skirt doesn’t fully cover my ass and gives taunting peeks to my panties in the front as I move. The shirt is thin enough to see my nipples through. I finish off the look by pulling my hair up into pigtails like I had it that night.

I take a deep breath and head back into the living room. I barely make it two steps through the doorway before Devan grabs me, wrapping a big hand around my forearm and practically carrying me to the small bathroom off the dining room. He shoves me inside and follows me in, slamming the door behind him. “What. The. Fuck?”

I blink as he turns on the light. “Devan? What are you doing here?”

“You don’t get to ask questions, birthday girl.” He sounds absolutely furious. “Not after you disappeared without a single fucking word to me last year.”

Something goes a little funny in my head. Of course we’re playing it like this. Of course this alternate history is consistent. Of course I would have snuck off without saying a single fucking word to Devan if he fucked me at nineteen the way he did just a short time ago. “There was nothing to talk about.”

“Oh, I think there’s plenty to talk about.” He leans against the door and crosses his arms over his chest. “Did you put on that slutty outfit hoping I’d show up again this year?”

“Of course not.”

“You better be lying.” His gaze drags over me slowly, lingering on the top and skirt. “I don’t give a damn who you fuck the rest of the year, Hazel. But that pussy is mine on your birthday. So you had better not have been planning to give my pussy to one of those frat boys at this party.”

My heart speeds up. I lick my lips. “Why stop at one? Maybe I was going to give it to all of them.”

I don’t know what I expect, but he laughs. The sound isn’t happy, and the hint of cruelty in it makes my thighs clench. “I was going to do right by you.”

“Excuse me?”

He continues as if he didn’t hear me. “I was going to take you somewhere tonight and give it to you properly. But after that comment, I changed my mind.” He pushes off the door. “I’m going to fuck you in this dirty bathroom like the little slut you are. I’m going to make you scream so loud, all those frat boys outside the door can hear you and know you’re getting dicked down in a way they couldn’t begin to accomplish.”

I hold up my hands. “Devan, wait. Let’s talk about this.”

But he’s done talking. Again, I get more than a hint of anger as he crosses the distance between us in one single stride and grabs me. I barely get a squawk out when he lifts me onto the counter and steps between my legs. “Look at that,” he murmurs. “Your pussy is there, on display. You really were flashing that invitation at anyone who dared look.”

He brushes his fingers along the hem of my skirt where it’s fallen up against my waist. “A school girl.” His gaze flicks to mine. “Are you trying to remind me that you’re my ward?”

“I’m twenty. I’m not your ward.”

“You sure as fuck are.” He drags his knuckles over my pussy. “I took care of your pussy last year, and I’m going to do the same this year.”

“Because you’re a good guardian.” I manage to inject a thread of sarcasm into my tone, but not nearly enough to combat how needy I sound. “Well then… Do it.”

“You are not in charge, Hazel. You want me to stop, I stop, but you don’t get to direct this. You want to be in charge? Go fuck one of those frat boys.”

I push at his chest. I might as well push at a wall. “I’m trying to fuck one of those frat boys.”

He hooks his fingers into my panties, rubbing his bare knuckle over my pussy. “You wet for him, birthday girl? That fool who will just jack rabbit into you until he reaches his orgasm, and not worry about figuring out where your clit is actually located?”

Considering the frat boys I’ve fucked in the past have sex exactly like that, I can’t help blushing. “I seem to remember you doing some jack hammering of your own last year.”

He keeps rubbing my pussy, his gaze on mine. “And I seem to remember you coming around my cock—twice.” He reaches into his pocket and my heart dips as I watch him pull out his phone. “You remember what you said last year?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He pulls me off the counter and spins me around. It’s low enough that, in my heels, my hips are well above the edge of the counter. Devan reaches around me and sets the phone against the back of the counter, angling it so it shows my hips and upper thighs. He pushes the record button and then reaches between my thighs, roughly palming my pussy. “You miss me, birthday girl?” He lifts my skirt enough to see my panties.

“Of course not.” But I’m shaking with the restraint required to hold perfectly still as he touches me, instead of parting my legs further and begging. It’s all too easy to imagine I can hear the thumping base on the other side of the door, can hear people partying as Devan slides his big hand into my panties. The image is so hot, I moan a little.

“Maybe you didn’t miss me, but this pretty pussy did.” He drags a single finger along my slit. Not pushing inside. Just feeling me, testing my wetness. “No one’s been taking care of her properly.”

“How would you know?”

“You’re in this bathroom with me right now, not someone else.” He moves his hand out of my panties and tugs them to the side. My pussy is clearly visible on the screen, wet and swollen with desire. Devan parts me. “You haven’t told me to stop.”

“Stop.” I roll my hips to rub myself against his hand. “I don’t want you to fuck me in this bathroom. I don’t want you to make me come so hard I scream.”

“Mmmm. Yeah. I won’t do that. I won’t do it at all.” I feel him sink down behind me, but I can’t do anything but stare at the screen of his phone as he tugs my panties down my legs, baring my pussy completely. He guides one leg up to the counter and then his mouth is there, licking me.

I cry out, arching my back to give him better access. The video can’t quite see things clearly, but it’s obvious his mouth is all over my pussy. It feels so good, the sensation only made better by the fact that this is wrong. Devan’s tongue slides inside me and I moan. “Oh god, stop. That feels too good.”

He speaks against my heated flesh. “Stop riding my face and I’ll stop licking this pretty pussy.”

I don’t stop. I keep rolling my hips, and I can’t help but reach down and tangle one hand in his hair. His beard scratches against my inner thighs, and fuck, even that’s so hot I can barely stand it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m going to come.” And then I do, orgasming so hard, he has to grab my hips to keep me in place. Devan doesn’t stop, though, he keeps eating me out through wave after wave. Too good. It’s too fucking good.

Finally, he nips my thigh and then he’s climbing back to his feet behind me. A pause and then he’s at my back, his cock between my thighs. He leans over my shoulder and looks at the camera. “Look at that. For someone who says she doesn’t want this, you come so prettily.”

“I didn’t have a choice.” I shiver at the sight of the length of his giant cock pressed against my pussy. He slides against me, not trying to enter. “It felt too good to stop.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, birthday girl.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” He wraps a fist around his cock and dips down until he can position the broad head at my entrance. “Is it because you’re my ward?”

“No,” I whisper. “Not because of that.”

“Mmmm.” Devan pretends to think as he brushes the head of his cock over me, again and again. My skirt is hiked up just enough to catch some of it in the frame, and there’s something about the fact he’s going to fuck me with it still on that makes this hotter.

“Oh, I know.” He presses into me. In the camera, I watch his cock spread my pussy obscenely. So wide it looks painful, might be painful if we hadn’t just been fucking a little while ago, if he hadn’t just made me come again. “It’s because one of those little frat boys is your boyfriend.”

I jolt. “How did you know that?”

“Come on, Hazel.” He keeps thrusting slowly, feeding me inch after inch of his cock in the video. “You think I don’t keep tabs on you? I know you’re dating one of those little shits.” He exhales as he sheaths himself completely. “Chad? Brad? One of those frat boy names.”

“Jason,” I murmur.

“Jason,” he repeats. He braces one hand on my hip and starts a slow withdraw. In the camera, his cock is soaked from my pussy. Devan doesn’t pull out all the way, just fucks me slowly in short strokes that have his cock brushing against my G-spot. “Does Jason make you come as hard as I do?”

“No,” I sob out. I’m already close again. I want Devan to finger my clit, but he seems intent on building this orgasm slowly, stroke by stroke.

“Didn’t think so.” He keeps up that agonizingly good pace. “You let Jason fuck you bare? You let him fill you up with his come?”

“No!”

“That’s right. You don’t let anyone but me do that, because this is my pussy.” He grabs the camera and flips it around, pointing it at the bathroom mirror. As I watch, Devan yanks on the tie of my shirt, exposing my breasts. “You’re my little slut, Hazel. And when I show up, you take my cock like a good little girl, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan.

He finally, finally presses his fingers to my clit. “Maybe I should send this video to Jason. Let him know whose pussy he’s been borrowing.”

I don’t think. I just reach behind me to clasp his neck, putting my body even more on display. It feels so fucking good, so fucking wrong. “Your pussy, Devan. It’s your pussy.”

“Fucking right it’s my pussy. Now come for me, birthday girl.”