Fatal Flaws

chapter 37

Our breathing intensifies the harder he slams into me. Loud excited sounds escape my lips, making it harder to breathe. He's never fucked me this way before. All the pain he's suffering is now released onto me. My body's taking all the hits. Each one is more pleasurable than the last. Small droplets of my blood drip down, mixing with the water, before escaping down the drain. Piercing my flesh, his nails dig into my hips. His breathing now comes in bursts, hitting the back of my neck. His thrusts become shorter, but faster. Deeply penetrating my insides.

He releases his grip on one side, bringing his hand to my exposed throat. His fingernails dig into my skin. Tightening his grip, choking me slightly. I'm so aroused, so sexually satisfied. No one has ever made me feel this excited. Not even Johnny knew my body this well. Choking and biting my neck, he releases, finishing inside of me. My body follows suit, releasing for a third time.

We're both panting, standing beneath the water. We remain silent, washing our bodies. The suds rinse off, swirling down the drain. I take longer to finish than him, washing my hair.

Shutting the water off, allows me to hear him in the other room, opening and shutting the dresser drawers. My arm freezes while grabbing the fluffy towel and wrapping it around my damp body, before stepping out into the steam-filled room.

"There's a party at one of the frat houses I'm hitting up. You can either come with me or chill here. It's up to you. I don't care either way,  thought I'd let you know. If you want to go, you need to get ready. The taxi will be here in a little" he pops his head in the door. Massive clouds of steam roll out. He only stays long enough to inform me of his plans but shuts the door back before I even answer. What the fuck? That's the first thing he has said to me since we left the hospital. I don't feel up to partying, but I don't want him to go alone, especially how he's acting.

It's good I was smart earlier and grabbed several outfits when we stopped by my dorm. If not, I'd be going in my pajamas. Rifling through my bag, I pull out a light colored loose-fitting pair of high-waisted jeans. Since I don't want to be in tight clothes right now, these will have to do. Next, I find a top, settling on a baby blue overly large long-sleeve sweater halter top. It's not the best outfit, but it's all I got. Something tells me he wouldn't want to let me stop and change on the way.

"Taxi's here, come on," he hollers from the other room.

"Coming, give me a second," I respond, finishing the last few touches on my makeup. Thankfully, I had remembered to grab my makeup bag earlier.

I instantly regret my choice of clothing. My stomach is covered in goosebumps the moment we walk outside. I'm relieved by the driver's heat blaring in the cab.

The ride there is short and quiet. This reminds me of the first party I ever came to with Sky. My heart aches at the thought of her, still unconscious, lying in that bed. She has to wake up soon. She has to.

Climbing out of the cab, I awkwardly follow behind him. The music is blaring as we enter the party. Looking around, I see a bunch of unfamiliar faces. I don't know anyone here. This is going to be fun.

"Here, slide this in your bag, so I don't lose it," he asks, handing me his locked phone. Unzipping my bag, I carelessly drop it into my bag. I watch him bending down, reaching into a nearby blue cooler, and grabbing two beers. He twists the tops off, handing one to me. Before I can even take a sip, he's chugging his beside me. Grabbing another beer,  we head off, walking through the crowded house.

I sit quietly on the arm of a beat-up old worn-down leather couch. Watching and waiting for him to finish several rounds of beer pong.

"Bex, hey girl. I'm happy to see you," Jessica yells, coming to sit beside me, clearly already intoxicated. Hope and Ben follow behind her. Neither of them appear to have drank much. Hope's eyes glisten, their red and glossy. She's been crying recently.