Corrupt

I shook my head, too scared for her to hear my voice.

But then he put his hand over my mouth, forced his hand between me and the couch, and dived into my pajama shorts, sliding his fingers inside me. I let out a muffled scream.

Fuck!

I squirmed and tried to reach out my arms to hang up the phone, but he released the rest of his weight on me, pushing me down to where I could barely breathe.

“Shhh…” he cooed.

He brought his fingers out of my pussy and began rubbing them over my clit so slow and so soft I couldn’t help but shake.

I heard his mother give a hesitant “Hello?” on the other end, but I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Say hi,” he whispered again, but this time his voice was thick and wet like he was fucking me.

He removed his hand from my mouth, and I licked my lips, swallowing the dryness and trying to find my voice. My heart thundered in my ears, and I winced, holding back the groan I wanted to let out at what his fingers were doing to me.

“Hel… hello, Mrs. Crist,” I choked out.

Oh, God. The pleasure of his fingers rubbing me in circles slowly crept into my belly, pooling and building into something I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control for long.

“Rika!” she chirped, sounding happy. “I’m so sorry to call so late, but there’s a time difference here. I wanted to check in before I got under way today. How’s everything going there?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but Michael fisted my hair and jerked my head to the side, diving into my neck with his teeth.

My scar! I stilled, waiting for him to feel it or see it and switch sides, but he didn’t. He nibbled and bit, sweeping the tip of his tongue up the nape of my neck, not leaving a single inch that hadn’t been touched by his mouth.

“Rika?” she prompted.

Oh, yeah. She’d asked a question. What had she asked? No, wait. I had a question. I’d been trying to get a hold of her. Wha—?

“Yes, um…” But I lost my train of thought as Michael slid two fingers back inside me, pumping in hard, steady thrusts.

“Are you scared?” Michael growled low in my ear. “I’ll bet you are, and I’ll bet you like it. I’ll even bet this is the best sex you’ve ever had, and my dick’s not even inside you yet.”

“Rika?” Mrs. Crist called again, this time more urgent.

But I gasped, the rush of heat on my skin as he devoured my neck again, sending waves through my body.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He drew out his fingers, swirling their wetness around my clit in quick circles. “So soft and tight.”

I groaned, starting to grind into his hand.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Mrs. Crist. Thank you for checking in. So far so good here.”

I heard Michael laugh in my ear, probably at how ridiculous I sounded.

“Oh, good, dear,” she replied. “Have you run into Michael at Delcour? I told him to keep an eye on you in case you needed anything.”

“Do you need anything?” he teased in a light voice, rubbing the thick, hard ridge of his cock into my ass. “Is that what your tight little pussy is begging for?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, my clit pulsing harder and harder and my stomach hot with lust.

And then my eyes rounded, realizing she’d heard that.

“Um, yes!” I burst out, trying to cover it up. “I’ve seen him a couple of times.”

“Good,” she responded. “Don’t let him push you around. I know he seems unpleasant, but he can be nice.”

His kisses and bites spread up my neck and over to my cheek, making me shiver. “I am being nice to you, right?” he whispered, dragging his teeth across my jaw. “Yeah, she’d cut my fucking hand off if she knew just how nice I was being right now.”

And with that he slid his fingers back in and pumped, rolling his hips into my ass, grinding his dick on me as his body weighted on my back.

Fuck! My thighs were on fire, and I gripped the sofa cushion, needing a release.

“No worries, Mrs. Crist,” I gritted out, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can handle him.”

“Can you?” he mocked in my ear.

But Mrs. Crist kept going. “Glad to hear it. Now study hard, and I’ll be coming back with lots of presents before Thanksgiving.”

I couldn’t take it. I rolled my hips again and again, riding the couch.

“You ready to come, you little brat?” Michael taunted. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me my mask got you fucking wet.”

I turned my mouth to him, whispering desperately, “Please hang up the phone.”

He smirked, dropping his full lips to touch mine. “Don’t worry,” he breathed over my mouth. “She never notices anything. My father is faithful, Trevor is good, and I can be trusted. I’ll look out for my little brother’s girlfriend and keep her nice and safe in the light of day and not violate the fuck out of her in the dark.”

I should’ve been mad about the brother’s girlfriend remark, but I didn’t a shit right now.

And then he closed his eyes, groaning with the dry humping he was doing. “My mother never peels back the curtain, Rika.”

I let my forehead fall to the couch, feeling the orgasm build. Every hair on my body stood on end, and my heart was jackhammering in my chest as I breathed in and out, faster and faster.

“Say it,” he demanded.

But I shook my head, clenching my teeth to not cry out. Oh, God. I’m coming.

“I’m really sorry, Mrs. Crist,” I groaned. “Someone’s at the door. I have to go, okay?”