Bratty Little Bird
1372 Words
Rachel’s POV
I walked into the bathroom and gripped the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection. My makeup was still on but my eyes looked wild. The drinks helped with the anxiety, but not with the heat crawling up my neck. I turned on the sink and let the water run cold, cupping some in my hands before splashing it over my face.
At least I was alone. At least the door was closed.
Before I could even breathe, the bathroom door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall.
Scar stormed inside.
“I thought I f*****g told you to stay put, Spitfire.”
He shut the door and locked it. The sound echoed, making my stomach drop.
He crossed the room fast, eyes black and empty, filled with something dark. He didn’t stop until my back hit the stall door. His body pressed against mine, firm and hot and demanding.
His hand came up to my throat. Not tight. Just enough to make my breath skip.
I felt his hard length against my hip and tried not to look down. I wanted to. God, I wanted to.
“I had to pee,” I said. “Was I supposed to piss my pants?”
“I don’t give a s**t what you do,” he said. “If I give you an order, you will follow it.”
His other hand slid from my cheek to my chest. His finger traced the outline of my n****e through my clothes. I sucked in a sharp breath. Heat shot straight between my legs. He kept circling slowly, teasing, dragging my body toward him without even trying.
He reached my waist. I thought he would go lower.
But he didn’t.
His hand slipped behind me and gripped my gun. He pulled it out in one smooth motion.
My mouth fell open.
“How did you even know…”
“Why did you bring a gun into my club?” he said.
I stared at him. He knew exactly where it was. He reached for it like he put it there himself.
“Look around,” I said. “Can you blame me? Besides, I don’t go anywhere without it.”
“Smart girl,” he said. “But that mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
He tucked the gun back where it was and slid his hand around my waist again. My breath hitched. His fingers dipped lower this time. My heart beat so fast it hurt. His face lowered toward mine. His tongue dragged across his bottom lip and that was when I saw the silver barbell piercing through it.
My thighs clenched on instinct.
He closed the space between us.
His mouth crashed into mine and I froze for half a second before melting into it. His kiss was rough. Hungry. His tongue shoved deep in my mouth, hot and demanding. He bit my lip, sucked it, controlled every second of it.
His hand slid down and cupped the wet fabric between my legs.
“You are soaked, Spitfire,” he said. “Do you get turned on by assholes?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Do I?”
My hand slid down his chest. Hard muscle. Harder abs. I reached for his pants but his hand snapped around my wrist, stopping me.
“You do,” he said.
His lips brushed my ear. His middle finger slid along my slit through my clothes, slow and deliberate. His eyes locked on mine, asking a silent question I didn’t want to answer out loud.
“How bad do you want my fingers inside you,” he said, “or am I the only one feeling this?”
I hated him. I hated every smug second of this.
But my body didn’t hide s**t.
I wanted him. Bad.
And he knew it.
“I f*****g hate you,” I said, breath shaky. “But I want you to keep going.”
His lips curled into a slow, dark grin.
“Good,” he said. “Because this is the only f*****g time I’ll ask you.”
My back pressed into the cold stall door as I let my head fall against it. I shut my eyes tight, trying to hold myself together, but he didn’t give me time.
His hand tightened around my neck. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make everything in my body feel electric. My breath caught in my throat.
His other hand pushed past the soaked fabric.
Then he shoved his fingers inside me roughly.
Scar’s POV
I pushed my fingers into her tight little p***y and watched her eyes roll back. Her head dropped against my chest. I used my thumb to press against her c**t. Then I rubbed quick circles around it. She trembled against me. She hated me so much, but she clung to me like her life depended on it. I added another finger and thrust hard and fast. Her p***y was so wet. It made my c**k rock hard. She moaned in pleasure as I finger f****d her with quick strokes and a steady rhythm. She came undone in my hand.
"You feel so good, Rachel," I told her.
"Please go deeper," she begged.
I shoved my fingers inside until I could not go any further. My knuckles buried deep in her. She moaned softly. I dragged my tongue along her bottom lip. I urged her to open her mouth as I rubbed my c**k against her. She needed to feel how hard she made me. She spread her legs wider. My fingers plunged even deeper. Her p***y tightened around them with every thrust. She whimpered against my lips. I sped up my fingers and slammed them into her p***y. I wanted her to come hard. She got so turned on. It drove me wild too. But I just wanted to keep fingering her. I loved playing with her body. When she reached for my c**k, I swatted her hand away. I gripped her throat again and glared at her. I kept fingering her fast. I watched every face she made as my fingers f****d her tight p***y. She dripped wet for me.
"Scar," she whispered.
She looked into my eyes. I saw the hazy, hooded gaze that meant she was close. She bit her bottom lip nervously. She squeezed my arms and clung to me. I pushed her over the edge.
"What, Rachel?" I asked.
Then I shoved three fingers inside her just as her p***y clenched tight. It gripped them like a vice.
"Are you coming, Spitfire?" I asked.
She nodded and gritted her teeth. I tightened my hold on her throat. I fought to keep control.
"f*****g speak, Rachel. Use your words like a big girl," I told her.
I pounded my fingers into her tight p***y as hard as I could. She clung to me and fell into my arms.
"Yes, asshole, I am coming," she gasped.
I moved my fingers fast, like a machine. I watched her unravel right there on my hand. The sight almost made me come, but I held back. I focused on my little prize. She did not know it yet, but she would be mine, like it or not. When her p***y stopped clenching and her breathing slowed, I pulled my fingers out. I saw her c*m shining on them. I smiled and brought them to her mouth. I forced them between her pouty lips.
"Suck them, Spitfire. Taste yourself for me," I said.
As she opened her mouth to argue, I shoved them in. She had no choice but to lick them clean. She kept her eyes locked on mine. She sucked my fingers like she sucked a c**k. It made me even harder. I pulled them out quick and pushed off her body. I left her leaning against the stall wall. I stepped to the mirror to fix my clothes.
"I don't do that cuddling s**t," I told her. "If you expect it, you will wait a long time."
She glared at me and sighed. She probably regretted letting me into her pants. But it was too late to take it back.
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