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tell this is going to be quick and fucking messy. He slides his pants down and his hard cock springs up between us, red and angry at the tip. I glide my wet pussy along its length and Neil tips his head back with a moan.

"Your pussy is so good." He gives my ass a quick squeeze and then he's reaching into the center console, pulling out a condom. Thank God one of us is prepared and fucking thinking straight. He rolls the condom on and then wastes no time lifting me up, then impaling me on his cock.

It's so deep like this and I continue to grind into him, sucking him in those last few inches.

"Fuck." I groan.

He's stretching me in the most perfect way, not quite painful, but it takes a minute for me to accommodate his size. He gives it to me, focusing on my breasts, sucking on my nipples, and pinching them. Then his arm comes up behind my back, hooks onto my shoulder, and pulls out, slamming me back down on him.

I scream at the assault and he doesn't let up, just continues to batter my pussy, my juices coating both of our thighs.

"Ivy," he pants. "Touch yourself."

My pussy pulses at his words and we both groan. I reach between us and begin to furiously rub my clit, chasing the orgasm I so desperately need. I feel myself tightening on the verge of snapping, my body bowing, and my pussy clenching as I'm flung over the edge, freefalling into a pool of sensation. My body erupts awash of tingles and Neil keeps pounding up into me, his cock dragging out my release.

"Fuck, Ivy," he snarls. "Fuck!"

Then I feel him jerk inside of me and his face pushes into the crook of my neck. I begin to relax, my body becoming fluid as I sink down on him and rest my forehead on his shoulder. We're both panting and our chests are heaving like we just ran a marathon.

"Tell me you've had it better than this before, I dare you." He murmurs into my skin.

I don't say anything because I can't, I haven't had it this good, and I can't explain to him why. I can't tell him I was raped numerous times over the span of two years and that every sexual encounter after that was to chase away those demons. So, I stay quiet and grin when he chuckles into my neck.

"Thought so." Smug bastard.

I lift myself off of him and crawl back over to the passenger side, slowly dressing as he does the same. We're quiet again but this time it's a comfortable silence.

It’s been a week since I’ve heard from Neil but it’s not like we’re dating, I really shouldn’t be so weird about it, right?

It’s Saturday night and I have Carmelo in my room, scrolling through my Netflix, and trying to convince me to hit up a house party. It’s Pat’s house and I’m not sure I want to deal with the drama of stealing his girl. I say I’m not sure because it is pretty appealing to go rub in any guy’s face that I stole their straight girlfriend.

“Come on, prima.” He whines. “I need to get out of the house and there’s no fight tonight.”

“So, call Cam.” I roll my eyes.

“He’s chilling with Amelia, not fucking because she only wants pussy.”

I chuckle and he joins in because that’s fucking funny. I don’t want to admit I’m feeling down because I haven’t heard from Neil and if I’m going out, I want him to be there. Pathetic, I know.

“I won’t let Pat do shit to you.” He cracks his knuckles. “But if you want to start a little shit for your favourite cousin, I won’t stop you.”

“That’s why I don’t want to go,” I stress, “you’re needing a fight and that’s why you’re going.”

“Nah.” He lays back on the bed. “I need pussy and I’m betting you need dick. It’s been how long now?”

To blow his mind or not blow his mind? Ah, fuck it.

“I’m good actually, I fucked Neil both Saturday and Sunday last week.”

The room is quiet and it feels something like the eye of the storm, calm before the chaos.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “I really thought I heard you say you fucked your worst enemy.”

“He’s not my worst enemy, trust me.”

“You really fucked Neil?” He jackknives up on the bed. “How?”

“Uh,” I give him a confused look, “I really think you should ask your mommy and daddy those questions.”

“Oh, fuck off.” He whips one of my pillows at my head. “How did it happen?”

“It just did.” I shrug.

“There’s serious voodoo shit goin’ on around here.” He mutters and stands up. “Get ready, we leave in five.”

I’m two beers in and Riley just showed up to the fucking party. She’s still fucking mad at me and trying to make me jealous by making out with Pat. What she doesn't know is that I feel sorry for her. She’s lost in a sea of unhealthy people and I am one of them.

“How does it feel to watch your ex-girlfriend make out with her ex-boyfriend?” Carmelo asks and then laughs.

“Relieving.” I snort and he laughs again.

“Let’s do shots.” He drags me by the arm over to a bar set up.

“Carmelo!” A guy fist bumps him, “I saw your fucking fight the other night, you’re fucking insane.”

“Thanks, bro.” Carmelo beams. “My cousin and I want some shots, what you got?”

Three tequila shots and a whole ass boring conversation later, I slip away from Carmelo and his groupies, and head outside. My face is hot from the fucking liquor and the cold air feels good.

I pull out my phone and frown at the lack of messages, I really thought Neil would’ve at least texted me by now, I thought there was no better than what we had, so where the fuck is he?

Fuck it, I pull up his number and hit send before I chicken

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