Brenna Fabray

The more her body reacted, more determined his fingers became. Circling with a little more speed. Closing his eyes, Jackson relished in the sounds she made. His own hips rocked a little in to her backside, just to relieve a little of tension. Dipping his fingers lower the easily slid in to her tight sex. Curling in the place, his palm pressed firmly against her clit tapping against the swollen bud as he started to pump his fingers.

The sound his fingers pulled from the blonde made his length twitch. He allowed them to explore farther one she spread her legs a bit. Pushing past her folde the slowly circled her clit. Tilting his head a bit her nibbled against the curve of her neck. It was no secret that Jackson loved the rough and dirty sex he’d had with Brenna. But this, being able to touch her with out having to fight her was definitely high on the list as well. He put a more pressure behind the circular strokes of his fingers.

Morning came a lot quicker then Jackson would have liked. His head was throbing, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as some of the hang overs he’d woken up with before. The plus though was he woke up with Brenna’s body pressed against his chest. During the night he’d tucked her in close with his arm around her middle as he slept. Having her so close definitely had an effect on his body. He could feel himself semi hard beneath his sleep pants. Feeling bold in his more sober state he shifted his hand lower on her body. It easily found its way under the large shrit. His fingers traced the waist band of her panties. As his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, tracing against her slit, his lips pressed against the exposed skin of her shoulder.

He took a moment to take in how Brenna looked. Seeing her in his clothes wasnt new, but it dedinitely had a different effect now. Pushing the though aside. Nodding his head when she suggested they should sleep. Jackson changed out of his jeans and in to a pair of sleep pants. Once he was comfortable he slipped in to bed leaving the Brenna enough room to get comfortable. Once they were both set he flipped off the lamp. Leaving them in darkness. “Night, Bren.” Slipped past his lips in a yawn.

A lopsided smile slipped a cross his lips. He hadn’t expected her to agree. Though he wasn’t at all surprised to hear her say they weren’t having sex. He pushed down the urge to argue or make some crude comment. Instead he just let out a puff of air. “No sex,” he repeated as he allowed her to move in to the room. Closing the door behind them he shifted away from it pulling his shirt up over his head before he walked in to the bathroom. “You know where my shorts are if you want to change.” He called oit to the blonde. Turning on the water he brushed the cheap liquor taste out of his mouth before coming back in to the main room.

Jackson stayed where she left him. Turning his back so that he didn’t have to witness Brenna and Emily. Head already proved that he was to drunk to really handle it. He was easily pulled along towards his dorm. Licking over his lips he opened the door to his room, turning around to look at the blonde. “Stay with me…” His words came out less like a question and a little like a plea. He didn’t know what the hell he was thinking. Honestly he probably wasn’t thinking.

Jackson already knew the answer to his question. One he would never had asked if he’d been sober. But that didn’t mean it didn’t tweak his nerves. Closing his eyes and sighed when she ducked under his arms. Turning in his place when she tugged on him. “Yeah..” He agreed as he followed after her. Shoving his hand in his pocket he huffed a little. He was definitely going to be feeling his poor decisions in the morning. “Emily is going to be pissed your taking me home..” He mummble to her as they reappeared where everyone else was.

The push against his chest did very little to move him. He stayed in his place his brown eyes narrowing a bit in thought. She was right he was drunk and he really should just walk away. Anyone could have seen that. Sadly Jackson was drunk. Dipping his head down he caught her lips with his own. His body took advantage of her arms dropping from her place. His hand moved from the door, down to grab her by the middle as the rest of him pressed in to her. “Why can’t you just be mine..” was whispered against her lips.

“No I’m not going to tell her,” he rolled his eyes. Lifting his hand he ran his fingers through his hair. He knew deep down that just walking away was the best option. But he was never very good at making good decisions. Shifting in his place his arms lifted on the door be hind her as he leaned in. “Why do you always have to be so fucking defensive. I dont get it… you try so hard to pretend that you don’t like me. Yet both times I’ve had you practically trembling at my hands. Does that girlfriend of yours make you cum as hard as I do?” His face was only inches from hers as he spoke. He could feel her arms press against his chest, where they we crossed over her own.

Jackson just scoffed at her response. “Yeah.. I bet you are.” he breathed out polishing off the last of his drink before setting the class down on the little table near them. “I don’t like seeing her touch you..” slipped past his lips not really as answer to her question. But more as a thought that had bullied its way out of his mind. He took a step closer. His eyes were dark and calculating as he looked over her little defensive stance. He backed her up against the door to the balcony as he spoke.  “You know.. I wonder how happy you two would be if she knew the things you’ve let me do to you.” he quipped.

Jackson was a few drinks in when he finally spotted Brenna. She was currently occupied with her girlfriend. The though alone made him laugh a little to himself. He really wondered what the other chick would think if she knew how he’d fucked the blonde. Not that he was ever going to be the one to tell her. He was a dick but he didn’t make it his habit to get in to drama like that. His mind was very much hazed from the alcohol and he probably wasn’t thinking the straightest. But there was something about his encounter with Brenna that always kept him wanting more. It had only been two time so far. Usually he would had gotten bored an moved on. This was not the case. He also didn’t like seeing anyone else touch her. The teen blamed it on being horny and drinking. 

Staying away from the crowd his brown eyes darkened as he watched her. The glass in his hand practically glued to his lips as he did so. Seeing her slip away alone he followed her through the crowded room. Not closing the distance between them until they were completely alone in a hall way. “You to look happy,” he drawled out, blocking the her in. 

Brenna had come here with her girlfriend who also happened to be her best friend’s younger sister.  The Lopez girls were only separated by a year so it wasn’t that big a deal.  She and Emily had been together off and on for nearly two years now and they were happy.  Bren was only on her second drink and only just beginning to feel buzzed.  Tonight she wore a cute white sundress, her hair was worn down in soft flowy waves and her face was barely made up.  She felt his eyes on her and needed a moment to get some air... she was headed for the balcony in the back but she didn’t get that far before her cornered her.

There had to be something really fucking wrong with him that he actually took pleasure in hearing her tell him that she hated him. Though it was also because he knew that it was only partly true. Feeling her clench down on his cock was enough to distract him from the thought all together. “That’s right.. cum for daddy..” he breathed out his own orgasm quickly taking him over. He felt himself practically explode in to her tight pussy as it milked every inch of him. His hips continued to slam in to her over and over until he was completely spent. His fingers pulling loose from her hair as he pulled out of her. His brown eyes focusing on the bit of his cum that started to seep out of her folds. 

“You look good with my cum in you, Bren..”  a cocky smirk slipped on to his lips as he collapsed in the bed next to her.

“Oh yeah I know you hate me so much,” he groaned in to her ear as he fucked her mercilessly. He could feel her inner walls start to tens around him as she got close to her release. “Tell me how much you hate me while I make you cum..” He tugged on her hair a little more. Holding his own orgasm off until he felt her come undone around him. “Tell me how much you hate that I make you feel so fucking good..” he huffed his words out between a groan and a low growl. 

“Fuck....”  She swore, gripping the material beneath her in a death grip.  Her inner walls were clamping so very hard around his thick shaft and as much as she wanted to she couldn’t will them to stop.  “I do-... I f-fucking hate you...”  She cried out.  She tried to hold back but with each rough penetration she grew closer and closer to her climax.  When her orgasm finally hit, her pussy spasmed around his rock hard cock and she hated herself almost as much as she loathed him in that moment.

Jackson didn’t really understand what it was with Brenna. Maybe it was the challenge she posed. Whatever it was, fucking her was probably the best thing. He’d been with a lot of girl’s but none of them ever got his dick as hard as Brenna did. As his one hand held her hair firmly, his other cam down to give her ass a little slap. “You’re going to be feeling this for days..” he taunted as he pounded in to her. He could feel own release starting to build in his stomach. Leaning forward he pulled her back in to him more, his mouth hovering over her ear. “Every time you sit down, you’re going to remember that you let me fuck this tight little pussy again..” 

Brenna squirmed as his grip tightened in her hair.  His words filled her with such a blinding anger and heated frustration.  She knew he was right, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the asshole wasn’t lying in his taunting words.  “... I... hate... you..”  She repeated through gritted teeth, grunting in an attempt to hold back a moan.  How was she going to explain this to her girlfriend?  Did she have to explain it?  No.  She’d ignore Jackson after this.  She’d just pretend that this never happened.

Hearing her say the words was like listening to music. He knew that it was killing her that he was right. That she of all people wanted him to fuck her. Pulling his fingers out of her, he tossed the belt aside. Jackson easily got out of his pants. His cock was already painfully hard from torturing her like he had. “You’re such a good little slut..” he breathed out as he lined himself up. With a harsh snap of his hips he buried himself inside of her. “So fucking wet for me.. so tight,” he groaned out his dominate hand moving to grip her hair. Wrapping it around his hand he pulled on it as he started to slam in to her over and over again. He honestly couldn’t believe how good she felt wrapped around him. He could honestly get used to fucking her like this. 

Brenna growled at the comment about her being a good little slut, she was feeling a million different things at this point all of which were conflicting.  It was confusing and only seemed to irritate her further.  Within moments of him thrusting deep inside of her all of her thoughts were shoved to the back of her mind and a groan of mixed pain and pleasure pushed its way past perfect lips.  Her ass was on fire from the beating, it hurt in such a blissful way that it was nearly numb as his body slammed into her own. Her tight little pussy gripped around him like a glove and it clenched hard as he began to find a rythm.

“ You know the more you say that, the less i believe you.” he breathed his fingers continuing their assault on her pussy. Her could feel her walls clench around his fingers in all the best ways as her pumped them in and out of her. Bringing the belt back up he slapped it against her flesh again. “We both know, that as much as you want to hate me.. as much as you want to pretend that you don’t like how my cock feels buried inside you. That you’re really just trying to hide how much you want it..” Jackson worked his fingers skillfully. Wanting to get her as close to her release as possibly.. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, NOW!” his words were sharp and demanding. His point extenuated by the harsh slap of the leather against her ass. This time with double the force he had been using. 

Jackson continued it menstruation. Slapping her ass with the belt and thrusting his thumb into her. “Oh.. No, Baby Girl. Its you I’m going to be fucking.” he breathed out. His fingers moved with more determination against her clit. “Come on now..” he slapped her ass hard with the belt. “You know you want me to fuck you..” he taunted her. His hand shifted allowing his fingers to replace is thumb. Pushing in to her deeply the curled inside the blonde. “I can feel your pussy trembling around my fingers… be a good girl and ask me to fuck you..” 

Brenna shook her head.  She closed her eyes and whimpered with every lick of the belt against her pale flesh, every now and again she’d yelp but she held back as much as she possibly could.  Biting hard into her inner cheek, she held back a moan as those fingers sunk deep inside of her tight wet sex.  Her body betrayed her and she pushed back against his fingers.  “...-’m not doing it.... no-”  The little blonde shook her head once more, speaking through gritted teeth.  “I fucking hate you-”  And as those words left pretty pink lips so did a moan.