51

Adrianna
My thighs clench at the thought of him spanking me more than he already has. “I’ve got to meet Eva in thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes is enough time.”
“For what?” I ask, knowing that I’m going to regret asking that question.
“For me to fuck you over that pommel horse until you’re begging me for release.”
I glare at him. Somehow, the gym setting ignites my competitive side. “I’d like to see you try.”
He smirks, and I know that we’ve both issued a challenge to each other. This man is going to get me to beg him to make me come, and I’m going to resist. There’s no fucking way I’m going to be on time to meet Eva.
He yanks me forward, his hand still on the back of my neck. Our lips come together in a heated kiss that sets my world ablaze. I want to hate it, but I just can’t. Every time we’re together like this, it is pure electricity.
I drown in him, even while a part of my mind wants to hate him. It’s as if the anger and dislike for him only fuels the flames of desire.
Archer grabs me roughly and lifts me off my feet, carrying me toward the pommel horse. He places me back on my feet and forces me over the horse, gripping my hips so hard it’s like he’s trying to leave bruises; trying to leave a mark on me that sticks.
Cold air hits my skin as he yanks the hem of my skirt up around my waist. And then I hear the sound of fabric tearing as he rips my panties apart. I shudder, knowing that if he keeps acting so forcefully I have no chance of resisting my climax.
He shoves three thick fingers inside of me and I groan, rolling my hips as the need for more drives me. And then I feel his lips tease the back of my neck. “You know that you won’t be able to help it, baby girl.” He bites my earlobe. “You will come so damn hard you won’t remember your own name, let alone the fact you were supposed to resist.”
“That’s not true.”
“Liar,” he purrs, teasing the tip of his cock through my soaking wet entrance. And then he parts my ass cheeks and rubs the length of his cock against my puckered hole. “Can you feel how fucking hard I am for you right now, Adrianna?”
I groan, as I can feel how hard he is. It makes me want to feel him in every part of me. He’s not fucked my ass since that time in my dorm room, but deep down, I’ve wanted him to.
“I haven’t touched this tight little ass for a while, have I?” he asks, gently touching it with his finger. “Do you wish I had?”
I shudder. “No.”
He laughs. “You are very unconvincing.”
And then, without a moment’s warning, he slams his cock deep into my pussy.
“Fuck,” I moan, arching my back as he sinks as deep as possible inside of me.
He holds himself still. “How about I get my cock nice and wet in this tight cunt and then fuck your ass?”
His dirty talk is driving me close to the edge alone, let alone his cock deep inside of me. “Archer,” I say his name.
“Is that a yes?”
I groan. “Just fuck me.”
He chuckles. “Dirty girl.”
I claw the pommel horse as he starts to fuck me with slow, teasing strokes. The slowness is excruciating, as all I want is him to fuck me rough and hard, but I’ve got no control, especially not in this position.
“You are so fucking wet, baby,” he growls, fucking me harder with each thrust. “I could never get bored with fucking you.” He brings the flat of his palm down on my ass hard and I buck forward, groaning as the pommel horse causes friction on my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, knowing that holding back my orgasm is going to be a ridiculous challenge.
“Are you almost going to climax already? I knew this would be easy.” He stops fucking me and gently trails his lips over my spine. “I won’t let you come until you beg.”
I grind my clit into the horse, trying to chase my orgasm by myself.
Archer notices and uses his weight to pin me to it, making it impossible for me to move. “Naughty girl, that’s cheating.”
I groan as he grabs the back of my neck and starts to fuck me again with slow and meaningful thrusts. They don’t quench that thirst and every time I think I might be getting close, he pauses.
Suddenly, he removes his cock from me and I whimper at the emptiness he leaves.
“If you won’t beg me with it in your cunt, I guess I best try your ass.”
I tense, as while it felt so fucking good last time, there was no denying that it hurt, especially at the start.
He teases the head of his cock against my entrance and then pushes forward, opening up the tight ring of muscles.
I scream into the pommel horse beneath me, trying to muffle the sound, as I didn’t even lock the gym door behind me.
Archer doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, he just pushes on until every inch is buried in my ass and his balls are resting against my clit.
“Oh fuck, that feels…” I trail off, unable to put it into words. It feels better than the first time, painful still but less so, and he hasn’t even started fucking me yet.
“I think you were hungry for an assfucking, considering how much your pussy is dripping right now.” He plays with my clit. “Such a dirty girl.”
The pain is nothing compared to the euphoric pleasure. “Fuck me,” I grit out, as he isn’t moving.
“What was that?” Archer asks, sounding smug.
“I said fuck me.”
“Are you begging me, baby girl?”
I shake my head. “No, just telling you to fuck me.”
He laughs. “Sounds like begging if ever I’ve heard it, but what is the magic word?”
This man is as infuriating as he is arousing. “Fuck me, please,” I grit out.
“It will do,” he murmurs, before moving almost all the way out of my ass, only to slam back in with force.
The scream that tears from my throat is impossible to drown out. Thankfully, most of the academy students and staff should have already left by now.
Archer growls and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me upright at an unnatural angle that sinks his cock even deeper than I believed possible. He pounds into me so hard it feels like he’s trying to shatter me to pieces. There’s no more teasing now as he’s as lost to the pleasure as I am. He’s not controlling himself, instead he’s letting go and fucking me like an animal.
It doesn’t take much for me to be on the edge. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come!”
“Good,” he growls, spanking my ass cheek. “Come on my cock while I fuck that tight little ass.”
I rub my clit against the pommel horse and grind back against him at the same time, driving myself right over the edge. “Fuck!” Everything in my field of vision goes hazy, and it feels like I’m no longer connected to my own body, suspended in the middle of nowhere. The intensity of my climax is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
Archer bites my shoulder as he comes, a growling sound comes from deep within his throat. And I feel his hot cum as he unloads it deep in my ass. My whole body still shuddering from the intense orgasm he forced from me.
After we’ve both regained a normal breathing pattern, Archer slips out of my abused hole. “That was fucking perfect, baby girl.” He forces me around and kisses my lips. “You take my cock in your ass like a pro.”
I kiss him back, despite myself. And then it hits me. “What’s the time?”
He pulls away and checks his watch. “Five minutes past one.”
“Fuck!” I push away from him and sort out my skirt, realizing that I don’t even have any panties now that he ripped them apart. His cum will be dripping out of my ass and onto my fucking skirt. “I’m late.” I grab my bag and I’m about to run out of the gym when he grabs my wrist and pulls me back toward him.
“Enjoy your lunch with Eva while my cum is dripping out of your ass,” he murmurs, his lips inches from mine.
“You are an asshole.”
He smirks. “One that just fucked your ass after you begged for it.”
I narrow my eyes. “I’d hardly say I begged.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” And then he kisses me quickly, before releasing me so that I can rush out of there.
The shame I feel as my torn panties rub against my thighs is deep. The corridors are empty, thank God, but really I should go and get changed before meeting Eva. However, I’m already way too late. Instead, I go to my locker and grab my gym shorts out, slipping them on beneath my skirt.
And then I rush to the cafeteria. Eva is sitting there, drumming her fingers on the table as she stares at her phone. No doubt expecting a text from me. I didn’t even check my phone to see if she had sent me a message.
I sink into the chair opposite Eva, feeling a little disheveled.
“You’re late,” Eva says.
I bite my bottom lip. “Sorry, completely lost track of time.”
“I text you twenty minutes ago, but you didn’t reply.” Her brow furrows, as she knows it’s unlike me to be late for anything. That’s Azira’s thing. “No worries. I grabbed you everything.” She nods at the food as the cafeteria closed at one o’clock for Spring Break, fifteen minutes ago.
“You know me so well.” I smile and sit down, dragging a plate of pasta over and tuck in first, ignoring the fact it’s gone cold.
My body feels like it might combust at any minute, still completely high-strung by my encounter with Archer only minutes ago. It’s becoming painfully clear that my plan to get Archer hooked on me and then break his heart may well sink me deeper into his clutches, too.