Chapter 24: Giving In

-a few months ago-

It was late, crazy late. I thought once midnight struck, Marsha and Jeremy would have stopped the pool party indefinitely. But it was Rachel’s nineteenth birthday, and they felt generous, generous enough to lock themselves in their bedroom after we had cake and allowed her friends to stay over for as long as they liked.

I couldn’t figure out how they could sleep with all of this noise booming in the backyard. The Bluetooth speaker by the grill table kept blasting for hours on end, the smell of BBQ still lingering in the air. I already had my fill of hot dogs, the first time I had anything that was addictively sweet and salty. Regardless, it was hard for me not to feel out of place, my presence bleeding into the background while her female friends kept tossing shy and flirty looks my way.

I was friendly about it, smiling right back at them. I had already shut them down the dozen times they asked me to join them in the pool, Rachel’s girlfriends relentless with the idea of seeing me in swim trunks. I wasn’t trying to be difficult or rude but, I had no idea how to swim, and I wasn’t in any rush to embarrass myself out there.

So I stayed in a corner and watched them have their fun.

One of her male friends came back from a short trip to the liquor store, but then he left the beer and the tequila with Rachel before he took his girlfriend and said his goodbyes. He left me with a glare, while his girl waved at me, and I was hesitant to wave at her back. I guess her boyfriend didn’t want me anywhere around her once the drinking started, figuring she had her eyes on me throughout the party too much already.

I knew Rachel’s parents wouldn’t approve, seeing how she was underage, but I didn’t stop them. It was dark, it was late, and I wanted Rachel to have her fun. I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from my pocket, and before I could even spark up my guilty pleasure, I saw the birthday girl walking my way with two cans of beer. “Liam,” she giggled. “just because you’re sitting all by yourself in your itty bitty corner doesn’t mean that I can’t see you sneaking a hit.”

I smiled. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.” Of course she didn’t care, snatching the cigarette and snuffing it out on the ashtray table on the left of me. She took a seat to my right, plopping her wet skin on the patio cushion before she offered me a chilled can. I took it hesitantly, while fighting myself from staring at her full perky breasts in that red bathing suit.

“I remember you telling me you’ve never had beer. Or, anything alcoholic for that matter.” She grinned, trying to tempt me. “Hard to believe for a twenty-nine year old. Have you been living in a cave all this time?”

“Heh, you can call it that.”

“Seriously, have a cold one with me. You might like it.”

“Thanks, Rachel.” I snapped the ring inward and then looked over to her, feeling as if she were staring at me for a while.

“Are you waiting on my opinion?” I chuckled.

“Liam, you can drop the act.”

“What act?”

“The nice guy act,” she slurred. “We both know you have a bad boy in you. A wild side.”

I laughed. “I don’t know what made you think that I do.”

“From the night we met at the tracks,” she said, giving me a more serious front. “You were caught up in something bad, weren’t you? Maybe got into some trouble?”

“Are you sure that’s something you want to talk about on your birthday?”

“Yeah, because no matter how close you are to me, I always feel like you couldn’t be further away at the same time. Always with your secrets. Always with the mystery. I like mysterious guys, but sometimes I feel like you don’t trust me enough to tell me your whole story.”

“I trust you Rachel,” I corrected her. “It’s me I don’t trust…”

“But what if I told you that I trusted you enough for you to trust me?”

I couldn’t help but snicker at her question. “Just how many of those have you downed already?” I took a sip, the taste making me wince. It wasn’t what I was expecting, and I couldn’t say I’d find myself pulling another one of these out of the cooler.

“I’m serious, Liam,” Rachel said, pulling me back into a conversation I wanted to escape from. “I want to know more about you and your past. Everything thus far has felt so empty without knowing where you came from.” She stroked her fingers over my knuckles, looking at me with drunken love. “You leave everything on the surface, never letting me get close enough to you, always keeping me at arm’s length. I want to know everything there is to know about Liam Chago. The sexy guy with the sad eyes and the gentle yet strong voice...” She pulled me closer to her as she leaned in, brushing her lips over mine. Her breath was strong with liquor, but I kissed her back anyway, knowing I shouldn’t. Just a peck, I thought, I could give her that much on her birthday, even though I had a bad feeling that kiss would come back and bite me in the ass.

I heard wolf whistles in the background as I slowly reeled back, clearing my throat nervously. I thought about a terrible excuse to exit the scene, just in case she had some more clever ideas.

The bathroom—she wouldn’t follow me there. I went and did my business, leaving the beer and the temptation behind. 

I didn’t go back to the yard. I knew her friends were planning on staying over at the pool house anyway, so I didn’t feel bad about ditching her in the main house. I kept to myself and brushed off the feeling of guilt, understanding how badly Rachel had been on me thus far about being a couple.

One day she was going to demand actual answers… they all would. But I wasn’t ready to tell her and her family the ugly truth.

After an hour of reading in the den, I decided to get rid of the smokey charcoal smell on my skin before I called it a night. I took a shower in Rachel’s bathroom, then stepped out with a towel over my face, not expecting to have company in her bedroom. I jumped, wrapping the towel around my waist before Rachel, who stopped me dead in my tracks with that slushed giddy look on her face.

“Liam,” she sang, “if you were going to get wet anyway, you could have at least joined us at the pool.”

“Shit Rachel, you’re stinken drunk,” I teased nervously.

“You know that you’re in my room, right?” she said, locking the door behind her.

“Yeah, I, ugh, would go to mine, but you have the pool house preoccupied at the moment,” I said with a sheepish smile.

“You know, that was awfully sweet of you. Letting my friends stay at your place,” her voice slurred as she staggered my way. I had to catch her from falling, Rachel practically tripping over her feet.

“Rachel, if your parents see you like this,

they’ll—”

“Then I guess you should make sure they don’t see me like this,” she interjected with a raunchy smile.

I read what she was asking of me, but I couldn’t engage her. I sat her down in her computer desk chair and then reached into her mini fridge for a bottle of water. “That was probably not the smartest idea, getting that guy to—” I swallowed my breath, turning around to see Rachel shoving me in the bed and straddling her legs around my waist.

“Stop being coy, Liam,” she cooed, treating me with a lewd gaze while she undid the bikini strap on her back. I should have stopped her but I didn’t, watching her breasts bounce over her chest happily, letting those supple nipples free. “All of that sexual tension has to go somewhere. Or else, it’ll slowly make you go insane.” She leaned over to give me a playful kiss. She nibbled on my bottom lip and tugged, springing it back with a flirty giggle. “No more games. I’m nineteen now. There, a buffer zone. No one could say that you were conditioning me before I turned eighteen.”

“Shit, Rachel,” I cursed under my breath, slipping myself from underneath her. “I can’t do this to you.”

She looked at me irritated. “And why not?”.

“Because, you’re not—”

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“I can’t wait,” she said disappointingly, curling herself up as she sat on the bed. “I can’t wait for the day you stop treating me like I am some fucking child!”

“I’m not calling you one.”

“I told you I don’t care that you’re older than me! I love you, Liam! Why can’t you see that?”

Loved me… she was drunk all right. She had never said those words to me before, and I wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability by entertaining her lustful desires. But, in the years I had known her, Rachel had made it clear that she wanted me. The feeling was so very mutual. Regardless, I told myself I couldn’t get close to anyone. I was dangerous, a walking nuke, a bomb ready to explode. I had no control over it. And after all of those experiments, I still didn’t know what triggered my detonation.

I wouldn’t have her blood on me. Not her, not her friends, nor her parents—I promised I’d keep away, but Rachel was making it hard for me every step of the way. And this moment here and now, it was dangerous. The mood was right, we were alone, and she had given me a boner by stripping off her top.

I… didn’t want to back off anymore, and I think Rachel finally noticed that. Her face changed from disappointment to shock, understanding that I had accepted her. She crawled between my sprawled legs and hooked her fingers around my towel, slipping them along my waist. She was attracted to the tent between my legs like a magnet, the blond stripping me naked before her eyes grew and her breath stopped.

 

“Shit,” I grunted, feeling terrible for falling for her trap. “Just know that you started this.”

“And I’d like to finish it too, and by it, I mean you.”

The small brown hair patch over my hard on was still wet, Rachel strumming her fingers through it. She had a shameless smile on her face while she brushed along my pube hairs, all the way to my happy trail, until her finger reached my belly button. “So hard…”

“Yeah, you letting the girls out kinda did that to me.”

“N-no, I mean, your stomach…”

I gave her a funny look. “That isn’t normal?”

“I’ve felt abs before…” her eyes softened on me, her face growing red. And then she giggled. “I mean, I knew you were strong, but—”

“Hey, don’t you think you’ve complimented me enough tonight?” I said sarcastically.

She gave me a selfish grin. “I knew you were different Liam, and I was right. A man with a stomach as strong as steel, and a cock as big as a baby’s arm. I’m feeling adventurous, but then again, I may have been way over my head.”

I chuckled. “Are you saying that I’m too much for you?”

She tossed me a pair of sneaky eyes. “Am I?”

“It’s too late to back out now,” I moaned, stroking my meat and giving her a little tease. “You ought to finish what you’ve started.”

She wasted no time with indulging herself, leaning her lips over my slick head, and lathering it up with the back of her slippery tongue. With the way she grabbed my cock, it looked like she’d been waiting for this moment since we first met, hungry to have me in her mouth. She slobbered and slurped, the first plunge down her throat sending chills down my legs. She was relentless with it, sucking on me hard, and smothering me with the warmth of her talented tongue.

I couldn’t help but grunt and moan, and buck my hips into her lips. I grabbed onto the sheets, my eyes watching her every move. My body started to warm up, but I tried to regulate it the best I could while enjoying our moment together.

“R-Rachel…” My jagged voice broke in between my panting. I reached over and grabbed the back of her head, shoving myself into her deeper while her other hand played with herself. My chest was bumping with every hard stroke, Rachel making my head tilt back in pleasure.

It was only a matter of time before I broke, right inside her selfish hungry mouth. The pressure was too much to hold back at one point, and I had gotten so lost in the rapture that I forgot to warn her. She took my seed and didn’t pull back, Rachel even lapping her tongue over my head to wipe me clean. I shot one hard breath after I came in her mouth, noticing that she had swallowed me right up.

“Finger lickin’ good,” she whispered, squeezing the rest of my cum out and licking the excess off her slender fingers.

“Was this your plan all along, Rache?” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “Getting the both of us drunk?”

She giggled. “You’re not drunk, Liam.”

“It’s a different kind of drunk,” I corrected with a greedy smile, “and I want more of it…”

And she was more than willing to give it to me.

She kicked off the rest of her red two piece bikini off her ankles, the birthday girl flashing me the flower between her pinned legs. I took in her heat, the smell making me crawl over to her. I cupped her nape and brushed those blond strands off her face, kissing her passionately. I’d beat myself up later for going against my better judgment, because now, all I wanted was her, no matter the consequences.

My lips planted little kisses from her mound to her belly, and then between her lovely breasts. Her smell was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I flicked my tongue over her hard nipple, then went back to give it a sensual suck, fighting myself from swallowing the whole breast in my mouth selfishly.

“Mmm,” Rachel gasped, just as the head of my cock brushed along her inner thigh. “Take me,” she begged, gripping my shoulders tight. “Take me now, Liam.”

I didn’t make her wait, guiding my dick between her folds. This was a first for her—she told me she’d never slept with a guy before. She even promised me that I’d be her first. I thought she was joking back then, but all this time Rachel was plotting, and waiting for this moment to show me how badly she’d wanted me.

She winced, my tip slipping into her sex and stretching her out. She bit her lip and held her breath, waiting for the rest of me to break through to her. Her legs clamped around my waist tightly in anticipation, and no matter how much her body tried to reject me, I pushed through. At first, slow and steady strokes, and then, more shallow pumps. She’d learn to loosen up the longer I went at it, even though her tightening muscles around my cock felt like fucking heaven.

“Oh Liam…ughh,” she gasped and moaned. I anchored myself over her, taking her hips for my own while I banged my groin against her swollen lips. My balls went clapping against her cheeks, and our thighs made some music of their own. The bed croaked and the walls bumped, enough to echo down the hallway. Once I got going, I couldn’t stop. She was choking me tight, her wet velvety walls caressing my throbbing cock. To the point where my head felt so incredibly numb, sending impulses down to my chest and firing me up. I shot a load in her and I forgot to regulate my heat, caught up with the rise of another orgasm.

Hers.

She cried out hard, arching her back, tilting her head far while she called out my name. And then I felt the pulse down my limbs, and peeled off of Rachel immediately.

“Fucking hell, what was that?” she gasped, struggling to find her breath. “It was so hot down there. It felt amazing…”

“We need to stop…” I said regrettably.

“Wh-at, why?”

“I’m sorry, Rachel. I shouldn’t have allowed it to get that far...”

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