Beg for Me

Please Tell Me That Didn't Just Happen

I woke up slowly with the sky spinning above me. Where was I? Branches snapped underneath my palms as I struggled to sit upright. I had never been more disoriented in my life. A queazy feeling bloomed in my stomach and I felt the reaction to gag building up in my throat. Clearly I'd had too much to drink. Drink? Did I drink last night? The morning was still young and the air felt cool without the heat of the sun. I could see soft yellow light filtering in through the trees at a low angle. It couldn't be later than seven o'clock. I ran a cold hand slowly through my hair and blinked rapidly, trying to clear the film that covered my eyelashes thanks to my dried contacts. There was a fine layer of dew coating the grass and dried leaves all around me. I could feel the dampness in my clothes, or what little clothes I still had on my body. Why wasn't I wearing any pants? I grasped at my sweater and peered underneath. Holy shit, where was my bra? As my heart pounded rapidly I glanced around the forest floor for my clothes, and found myself frozen in horror.
Harrison lay sleeping next to me, his face peaceful but his body slightly shaking from the cold. With nothing but his boxers on, he looked like an American Eagle model for a spread of their Fall catalogue. Though I was quite shaken and thoroughly confused, I couldn't help but stare at his sleeping figure for a moment. No matter how much of an ass he came of as, he really was sexy as hell. Built for speed not strength, his toned body was lean and long. His dark curly hair was disheveled and filled with small leaves and twigs. An ant crawled across his pale chest, and I felt an urge to reach over and brush it away. But I resisted.
A heady mixture of horror and shame washed through me as I clambered to find my clothes without making a sound. The reality of the situation hit me when realized I could not find my bra. Groaning quietly, I saw it tucked under Harrison's head, along with the rest of his clothes, in an attempt to create a makeshift pillow. Fuck it. I would gladly leave the bra behind if it meant I didn't have to face him.
I turned around in a mindless circle, wondering which direction would take me back to campus. I wasn't too worried about seeing anyone before I could reach the dorm. It was early morning on a Monday; there was no way any students would be milling about apart from the joggers. Slipping my shoes on as quietly as I could, I cringed as the leaves crunched under my weight. Harrison only twitched in his sleep, curling slightly in to a ball, still shivering. Though I was still a bit frazzled and horribly ashamed, I felt bad leaving him here in the woods, cold and alone. To ease my guilt I lightly threw his jacked over his naked torso and made a mad dash for the tree line. Jogging up the slight incline nearly turned my stomach inside out, and by the time I reached the top I was dry heaving and shaking on my hands and knees. What on earth had I been thinking? As I slowly rose to feet, whipping my mouth with the back of my hand and surveying my surroundings for witnesses, I tried to remember anything from the night before. I remembered the beginning, the nauseating nervousness of meeting new people, the kindness of Alara, and the horror of Harrison showing up. As I walked through the woods and my arms scraping against low handing branches, I felt myself blushing as blurry memories of our dare came flooding back. After he mauled me is when I should have stopped drinking. Maybe even before that. Flashes of our toast by the picnic table and the feeling of his mouth on my neck, him carrying me into the woods, pining me against a tree. I groaned out loud as everything resurfaced
The campus was quiet. Still, I felt as if a large spotlight was beaming down on me, highlighting my first walk of shame to an invisible audience. I couldn't believe I was one of those girls, stumbling home in the early hours of the morning with her heels in hand and dress hastily thrown on. Granted, I was in boots and jeans, but the underlying principle was still clear. We all wear shame.
Mercifully I made it back to the dorm without running into anyone I knew and only received a few pointed looks from campus security. I'm sure they'd seen a million girls like me before, but the blush still rushed to my face as I scanned my student ID card and quickly ducked into the building.
As I walked down the hall, I could feel phantom limbs on my body, memories of Harrison's hands on my stomach, my inner thighs, my breasts. I almost missed my own door I was so lost in thought. Turning my key, I slipped into an empty room and quickly peeled off my clothes. I threw them roughly into a corner, like they were unsanitary or unholy. Maybe I'd burn them later. Half dazed, I threw on a large shirt and fell into bed. As I closed my eyes, blurry images of the night kept flashing under my lids like scenes of an old movie. I tried desperately to switch them off, but my brain wouldn't listen. I slowly drifted off into a restless sleep, my body exhausted but my mind quite content to reminisce.
***
Something sharp scraped against my back and left my skin stinging. It was bark, tree bark. My whole body was trapped between the rough surface and Harrison's heavy chest. His hands were wrapped around my thighs, holding my legs to his hips, grinding himself against me. My hands were tangled in his hair and clawing at his back. I couldn't stifle a moan as his teeth nipped at my neck and ears. I couldn't stop an aching heat from pooling between my thighs as his mouth moved to my breasts. I couldn't stop my ragged breath as his hand skillfully slid up my legs to undo my jeans, his back taught with the effort to keep me up with one arm. I just simply couldn't stop. I couldn't stop him or myself. My hands were frenzied reaching to undo his belt and teasing the growing bulge in his boxers. My whole body throbbed at the sound of his moan.
"I want to fuck you, Rachel." He growled in my ear, low and feral, like he was a man possessed. I didn't answer, I couldn't. I simply helped him slip my jeans the rest of the way off and then yanked down his own. I shivered as my wet panties met the chilly night air. He groaned appreciatively as his finger explored the newly exposed skin, tracing up my inner thigh, brushing against my core. I exhaled sharply as he slowly inserted two fingers inside me. With my eyes shut tightly and my attention focused solely on one very specific part of my body, I hardly noticed Harrison setting me down. My eyes flew open when I felt his lips on my stomach, then my inner thighs, and I gasped as his tongue replaced his fingers. Forever he teased me. Kissing, sucking, stroking, until I thought I would cry from frustration.
"Damnit Harrison," I hissed, pulling at his dark curls.
"Tell me what you want, Rach," he purred, looking up at me with dark eyes.
"You know what I want," I muttered, blush spreading across my face. Leave it to me to feel embarrassed at a time like this.
"You have to tell me," he said roughly, "or you shall not receive." I wanted to choke him, but wound up moaning instead as his teeth lightly nipped at the bud in between my legs.
"I want to hear you beg for it, beg for me," he commanded. He teased me again, twirling his tongue and pumping his fingers. Just as I felt myself quivering he would stop and look up at me, a horribly evil look in his eye. By the third time I felt tears in my eyes. My body was wound so tight a slight breeze would have helped me find relief. But there was no relief from his torture.
"Please," I whimpered with my head leaning against the tree, shaking back and forth.
"What was that?" He growled, rising to his feet and grabbing my face. As I looked at him, I realized it would always be a power struggle with us, him wanting control and me resisting. Someone would have to give.
"What did you say, Rachel?" He growled again, slamming his fingers inside me once again. I cried out, but didn't speak again. He looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed and leaned in near my ear.
"My díck is Painfully hard," he hissed through clenched teeth. I exhaled sharply, tension rolling through my whole body. "So you need to tell me right now what you want." His words were hard, but his eyes were almost pleading now. His chest was rising and falling with his ragged breathing.
"Fuck me," I finally moaned, clenching my eyes shut. His fingers simply whispered along my inner thighs, waiting. "Please. Fuck me," I begged. I couldn't stand the teasing any longer.
He pulled his boxers down and lifted me up till my thighs wrapped comfortable around his waist.
"It would be my pleasure," he murmured in my ear. His hot breath sent goosebumps down my spine, and then suddenly he slammed into me. I screamed.
"Shit," he moaned into my neck. I couldn't speak. My whole body was ringing with each swift thrust. My back was stinging with scratches and my hands were aching from gripping so tightly to his hair. My nails dug into his shoulders and I gasped into his neck as he picked up his speed. It hurt. I was in pain, but I was also shaking; tightening even more than before. I feared my release now. I would explode, shatter into a million pieces. They would be finding parts of me all over the state.
"I can feel you," he grunted into my ear, gripping tighter to my thigh and thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of me.
"Harrison,"I whimpered, fighting back tears. Our bodies bashed against the tree. Bang, bang bang. My legs stiffened and his groans became louder. All my body could manage to muster was quick quiet gasps as I climbed higher, and higher, and higher.
Bang, bang, bang.
Why on earth was that so loud?
Bang, bang,
BANG.
I woke up gasping, the sheets twisted around my legs and my heart racing. The pounding continued and in my frazzled state it took me a few moments to realize it was the door. I threw the covers to the end of the bed and swung my feet to the floor, rubbing my eyes and wondering if it had all been just a dream. I stood and immediately blushed. The soreness between my thighs was proof enough that it wasn't.
Sun was pouring into the room through the open window, so high in the sky that it had to be about noon. Thank god I didn't have any early morning classes on Monday.
"Rach? Rach are you in there? Open the fucking door!" Charly yelled, banging her fist against the wood. Each blow sounded like a gunshot and rattled my brain. Shuffling across the room, wincing with every step, I reached to turn the knob and unlock the bolt. No sooner had the lock clicked had she burst through the door, ranting and throwing her hands around like a wild hurricane.
"What. The. Hell! I've been looking all over for you! Where the fuck did you go last night! I thought I was going to find you all cut up into tiny chunks by some serial killer! Don't you know you can't disappear like that! I almost called the goddamn police!" Every sound out of her mouth was like a hammer pounding against my head. Charly was never one to get a hang over, and she had very little sympathy for those who were.
"You didn't think to look her first Char, in our room," I said dryly, turning back to my bed with my fingers massaging my temples.
"Don't you get sassy with me, not after my morning. Where. Were you!" I sat down on my covers, replaying my hazy memories once more.
"I came back here after Truth or Dare." Not completely a lie.
"Alara said she didn't see anyone leave before her. In fact," Charly chirped accusingly, "she said she saw you with Harrison!" I blushed immediately and looked down at my feet. I wonder how much she had seen, exactly.
"I don't really want to talk about this now, Char." I said tersely, crossing my arms and leaning back against the head board. Her eyebrows were furrowed in hilarious rage.
It's hard to take anger seriously from someone who's barely five foot.
"Are you kidding me." She hissed. I shrugged tried to look as innocent as possible, though she wasn't one to be fooled.
"You're the one who forced me to go out last night," I reminded her. "I wanted to say in, but you insisted-"
"Oh don't try that bullshit with me!" She blurted out, her face growing redder by the second.
"Oh, would you just stop screaming." I said throwing my arms up in exasperation.
"I swear to god, Rachel-" She was cut short by the sound of more banging on our door; The sound echoed through the room. We looked at each other, and then at the door, and back at each other, confusion clear in both of our eyes. The bed creaked as I stood and crossed the small space of our dorm room to turn the knob. The door creaked opened. And who else was standing there but Harrison, fuming silently with a locked jaw and twigs in his hair. His shirt was buttoned wrong and his jeans just simply weren't buttoned at all. I stood in the doorway with my mouth hanging open and my heart pounding in my chest. I had not expected to see him so soon... I hadn't had time to recover mentally, or physically for that matter. His eyes were cloudy with anger and his chest was heaving like he had run all the way here. Charly just stood in the background with wide eyes, watching us like we were a psychotic after school special.
"Harrison?" I managed to squeak out. He raised his hand, and dangling from one finger was my bra, in all its black lacy glory.
"Forget something?"