Chapter 9: Every Day 🌶️🌶️🌶️

His breathing had never been this out of control, not even during a game. His face had gone tight — strained past focus into something that looked like desperation. He wanted her so badly he was about to come apart.

But whatever was left of his reason wouldn't let him do it. The second he pushed inside her he was going to cum.

And after that — she'd get dressed with a red face and go quiet.

Her body and her heart would close back up. They'd go back to being polite and careful and well-mannered with each other, the way she always was when she was keeping him at arm's length.

She wouldn't be like this — the way she was right now. Body and soul, from the inside out, all his.

He lowered his head. His fierce desire was a thing that pressed against her and a blade that turned back and cut him at the same time.

"I wish you could be like this every day." Open her body for him anytime, anywhere. Let him claim her. Let him own it.

His brow dropped slightly. There was something lost in his expression. Restraint and aggression held together in an unstable mix. For just a second, the clean-cut line of his jaw made him look older than he was.

June only half caught what he meant. She couldn't think about it even if she'd wanted to. Her entire body was shaking from the pleasure. Her toes pressed into the mattress and kept curling.

He was being so cruel to her. He kept pressing that big thing between her legs, rubbing back and forth without stopping.

She felt like something was still missing. Her knowledge of sex came entirely from the bare minimum in their biology textbook.

She understood that having sex with her boyfriend meant he was supposed to go inside her. But she hadn't expected all of this beforehand. He kept not going in.

She couldn't figure out why she had to be in this position.

Lying on the bed with her legs up, her pussy facing him — that was one thing. But having to hold her own labia open with her fingers?

She was getting more and more embarrassed.

"Tate, do I have to do this…"

Her fingers kept sliding on the wet skin, losing their place, having to resettle and spread open again to stay exposed for him.

"I can see better when you hold them open." Tate said it with a completely straight face. He was talking absolute bullshit. He pressed his cock against her pussy and ground it in.

What he was doing right now had nothing to do with biology. This wasn't a reproductive need. This was his sexual desire for her, pure and simple.

She was so innocent. She didn't know anything.

June pressed her lips together. Her misty eyes stared up at the ceiling. She had no idea how things had ended up like this.

Lockwood had always had such a clean image. It made it impossible for her to question what he was doing to her.

She had no idea what other people's sex was like. And Tate didn't look embarrassed about any of it.

…Was this what everybody did?

And the Tate whose image in her head was so decent — that same boy was currently doing things to her that only an animal would do on a girl's first night.

He pressed his thumb against the underside of his shaft, lifted his cock up, and brought it down. Again. Again. Slapping his cock against her pussy over and over.

Her wetness clung to his cock, got pulled up with it, then got slammed back down — splashing her pale inner thighs with droplets.

The wet smack of cock hitting pussy was crisper than the sound of thrusting would have been.

Her whole body was tingling. A sharp, bright pleasure radiated out from the place where he was rubbing her. Her folds kept getting nudged open, wet, worked back and forth. The sensation was so intense she couldn't breathe.

She was grinding her privates against his. He was grinding his against hers. Just knowing that made her head go light.

Little sparks spread like a brushfire. Desire boiled up between them without a sound.

June closed her legs. She trapped his cock — the one grinding against her pussy — between her thighs, squeezed, held her legs tighter. She wanted him inside her body so badly.

"…I can't hold my legs up anymore." She'd lost control of her voice. She was panting — little animal sounds, hot and desperate.

"Put them on my shoulders." Every metric in Tate's body was spiking to the limit. He swallowed hard. He spread her legs apart, set them over his shoulders, and dropped one knee down next to hers.

His cock — glistening, stiff, jutting straight out from the dark hair at his groin — pointed right at her. It almost looked frightening. Something that big was eventually going to fit entirely inside her.

He pushed her thighs apart and pinned them down. He was done being careful about her modesty. He pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. The wide, blunt tip started trying to push inside.