The Bad Boy, page 11
“You should be at home.”
“You should be at home with your lovely wife,” I said, spitting his words back at him.
We both knew that his wife—my dad’s sister—was anything other than lovely. She was a spitting image of my father—absent from everyone’s life, except her own, and didn’t give a shit about anything other than how she could flaunt her money. She was an annoying fucking bitch.
“What happened to Vera Rodriguez?” he asked back, testing my patience apparently. Usually, he didn’t stoop so low, but something must’ve really pissed him off. “I heard from a certain gang that you’ve been seeing her.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growled, storming away from him before I punched him square in the jaw.
He might’ve been older than me and armed with a weapon, but I would knock his ass out cold right here.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BLAISE
The next day, I stared into my empty locker and clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around my skateboard. World History had started twenty minutes ago. I hadn’t wanted to fucking come to school today, but I couldn’t stop myself from driving here this morning.
With Skylar knowing Vera’s and my secret, I expected everyone to be buzzing with excitement over the newfound drama of me fucking Vera, the senior class’s nerdy good girl. But I hadn’t heard anything this morning, not even on social media.
If Skylar had opened her big fat mouth about Vera and me, word would’ve already spread through Redwood. So, it seemed like she hadn’t, and part of me was fucking thankful, because while I didn’t give a fuck who knew about us, Vera did.
After grabbing my computer from my locker, I dragged my feet all the way toward History. I opened the door to The Grinch glaring at me and walked into the class toward the back, where Vera was working on our project alone. One of Skylar’s friends waved me over, but I ignored that bitch, like I had been ignoring Skylar for the past week. She seemed to be absent today.
Once I took my seat next to Vera, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through all the needy thirst-traps that these Redwood bitches flooded social media with, not even taking the time to look at any of them. My thumb continuously swiped vertically across the screen, not slowing down once until I came to some skateboard shit that an influencer had posted.
I needed a distraction because the scent of Vera’s strawberry shampoo was lingering in the air heavier than usual today. And I couldn’t fucking think straight. Fuck, I hadn’t been able to think straight all night.
“I, um …” Vera said, leaning an inch closer to me.
When I looked up at Vera, she opened her mouth and then snapped it shut.
“What?”
“What happened to your eye?” she asked, voice small.
“What do you care?”
She pressed her lips together and glanced back down at the project she’d been working on all morning without me. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, she looked back at me and shrugged. “I just … I …”
“You what?”
After the hopeful expression on her face fell, she looked away from me. It looked like she felt the way I had last night—completely and utterly fucking shattered. And I was all for hurting people like this.
My chest tightened.
Everyone was in this world for themselves, apparently.
“Nothing,” she whispered.
As much as it fucking hurt me, I turned my gaze away from her and back toward my phone. I tapped out of my social media and scrolled through the hundreds of notifications that I had gotten between last night and now. I had forced myself to turn off my phone completely last night, or I would’ve called her.
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I stared at the notification, then at Vera, then back, my finger hovering over the screen. Before I clicked on it, I lowered the brightness on my phone, so even if Vera looked over at my phone, she wouldn’t know that I fucking cared.
She didn’t deserve to know. We weren’t friends anyway.
After I tapped on the notification, one of Vera’s stories appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the one that she had been working on lately, but an erotic scene that looked to be taken out of a longer story.
As I scrolled down the page, I found myself getting harder and harder. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how fucking horny she’d made me, but, fuck, this was hot. Everything she fucking wrote was.
Vera pulled out her phone and searched something for our project on her tiny screen while I read her filthy fucking smut. All this sex in here was rough as hell—with biting and choking and hair pulling.
Was that what she wanted from me? A good, rough time because nobody else would give it to her? At least, that was what she had thought. She didn’t know that these past few years, I had threatened anyone who showed even the smallest of interest in her.
She didn’t know that she had been mine since we were four.
“For those of you who need a laptop to do research”—The Grinch gave Vera an annoyed and pointed look, which ticked me off—“you can head to the library.”
Vera must’ve noticed the way that fucking bitch had called her out because her cheeks flushed and she quietly turned off her phone. “I’m going to the library. You can, uh … stay here if you want or leave. I’ll finish our project by myself.”
After she quickly scurried out of the classroom, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and stalked up to the front, glaring down at The Grinch sitting at her desk.
She looked up at me through green-framed glasses. “Can I help you, Mr. Harleen?”
I leaned down and lowered my voice, so nobody else would hear. “You’re fucking lucky we’re in the middle of the school day. If you call Vera out like that again, you’d better watch your fucking back. I don’t give a fuck who you are.”
Not caring to listen to her response, I stormed out of the classroom and followed Vera’s awkward-as-fuck figure hurrying toward the library through the desolate hallways. She wasn’t getting away from my shitty-ass attitude today.
When I caught up to her, I grabbed her by the back of her neck, stopped her completely, and shoved her into the nearest empty classroom. Vera Rodriguez wasn’t getting a pass from how she had made me feel last night at the library or from that new chapter she’d posted online.
If she wanted a rough, unforgiving asshole, then that was what I’d give her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
VERA
I yelped in surprise, but Blaise slapped his hand over my mouth, locked the door behind us, and pressed me up against the nearest whiteboard. As he pressed his body against mine from behind, I tensed and placed my nervous hands on the board, fingers turning white.
He released his hand over my mouth and slipped it around my throat, pulling my body against his as much as he could. I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my thighs together because I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about every time he had taken me during school.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, voice trembling.
My birth control hadn’t taken full effect yet. I still had about four or five days until it did.
“This is what your horny, slutty cunt wanted, isn’t it?” Blaise growled, sinking his free hand between my thighs and cupping my pussy. “For me to be the same asshole that I’d always been,” he said, tracing his nose up the column of my neck, making me shiver. “So here the fuck I am.”
Pleasure raced to my core. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“I read what you posted online last night,” he said into my ear, grinding himself against my ass. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed me against the whiteboard even harder. “Every last fucking word of it, Vera.”
“You read my story?” I whispered, throat drying.
Blaise answered me by pushing my jeans and panties down to my knees. “Spread your fucking legs.”
And like the horny fucking slut I was, I spread my legs and arched my back, desperate for him to be inside me again, aching to be close again—because for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to tell him how I really felt about him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, sprawling a hand over my bare ass. He spanked, then groped a handful of it. He pressed himself harder against my ass, his dick bulging against the rough material. “Fucking buck your hips up and down, V.”
I gripped on to the whiteboard and nervously glanced toward the door. “I don’t know if—”
Instead of waiting for me, he forcefully gripped my hips and moved them up and down against his jeans, ruining them with my wetness. He pressed himself harder against me, letting me feel every inch of him through his pants.
Heat gushed between my legs. God, this couldn’t be happening right now.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
No please. No can I? No condom.
He undid the zipper on his jeans and pulled out his huge cock, slapping it against my wet pussy and teasing my clit with it. He pushed the head of it inside me, cursed under his breath, then slammed all of himself into me.
I placed a hand over my mouth and cried out into it as pleasure shot through my body.
“Tell me you’re a filthy whore,” he demanded, pounding into my pussy.
My pussy tightened around him, and I whimpered out, the mere thought of saying it aloud in the middle of an empty Redwood classroom making me actually feel like one.
He pulled back on my throat, his mouth against my ear. “Fucking say it.”
“I’m a filthy whore,” I whispered.
He sank himself deeper and deeper inside of me with every thrust. “Louder.”
“I’m a filthy whore,” I said, only a bit louder.
A low growl escaped his mouth. “I want you to fucking scream it, so everyone in this fucking school can hear you. That’s what a good whore would do, isn’t it? Scream so loud while her cunt gets filled?”
“I’m a …” The pressure rose in my core. “I’m a”—higher and higher. I was about to tip over the edge—“filthy …”
Blaise was shoving himself into me so hard that my mind became mush.
“I’m a filthy whore!”
“Good fucking girl,” he cooed, grabbing a dry erase marker from a metal tray and handing it to me. “Now, write it on your bare thigh, so you don’t forget it.” He pulled back on my throat and buried his face into the crook of my neck. “If we were alone, I’d write it on this pretty fucking face of yours and force you to look in the mirror at yourself while I fucked you, so you knew what you were.”
Whimpering from how much I enjoyed this, I took the cap off the marker and pressed it against my inner thigh, beginning to write Filthy Whore on my skin. He pounded into me so hard that I couldn’t write neatly, no matter how hard I tried. My pussy tightened around him as I made the final marker stroke.
“You’re not fucking done,” Blaise grunted before I could set the marker back in the tray.
He sucked harshly on my throat, his stubble tickling my skin. Heat rushed to my pussy, and I tightened on his huge cock, about to come undone again. I curled my hand around the open marker and sucked in a sharp breath.
When he pulled his mouth away from my throat, my skin ached dully. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he had left a huge hickey on my neck, one that I didn’t know if I could hide with my hair.
“What do you want me to write now?” I whispered, voice trembling.
“Draw an arrow from your stomach to your cunt,” he ordered, picking another fresh spot on my neck to ruin. He placed his hot mouth on the skin, sucked harshly on it, and watched over my shoulder with hooded eyes.
With a shaky hand, I did as he’d instructed.
Leaving another hickey, he tugged up on my skin slightly, then released it. “Above it, you’re going to write Dump cum here, and then you’re going to fucking beg for me to dump my cum inside you, like a good little slut.”
I tightened around him, clamping down on his huge cock. “But … I-I …”
“Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t want that. Your drooling pussy is fastened on my dick so hard right now.” He sucked harder on another area of my throat and placed the tip of the marker against my stomach. “Write it.”
My hands trembled from the sheer ecstasy, but I wrote the words on my stomach. Pressure rose in my core, and we both knew that I was so fucking close to coming all over him.
“You don’t get to come again until I come inside you.”
“But m-my birth control i-isn’t ready y-yet.”
At this point, I didn’t really fucking care. All I wanted was for him to fill up my aching cunt and grunt in my ear as he did. I wanted the sound of his orgasm to push me over the edge, so I could come with him. It’d felt so good last time.
“Then, tell me to fucking stop, and I’ll stop.”
But he showed no sign of slowing down, nor stopping.
I gripped the whiteboard so hard that my fingers turned white and whimpered. “Blaise …”
“Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to come with him. Badly.
“Tell me to fucking stop right now,” he grunted, his voice becoming more and more taut. He gripped my hips and slowed his thrusts a bit in order to push himself deeper and deeper inside me. “ … or my cum will fill your cunt up past your fucking cervix.”
Moaning loudly, I threw my head back. “Please, come inside me! Please!”
“Fuuuuck,” Blaise grunted and stilled deep inside me.
Wave after wave surged through my body. My legs trembled uncontrollably. And I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips. The pleasure wouldn’t stop pumping through my body as Blaise left another hickey on my neck.
When he pulled away, I gripped on to the whiteboard harder, so I wouldn’t fall over.
“Skylar hasn’t said shit to anyone in Redwood about us, but after today, everyone is going to know how fucking slutty you are, Sunshine,” he growled. “Because you’re going to walk around Redwood with my cum dripping down your thighs, with your panties ruined, and with hickeys that I left you, decorating this pretty throat of yours.”
Chapter Thirty
BLAISE
After I fucked her senseless inside an empty classroom, Vera collapsed into the teacher’s maroon-cushioned swivel chair and curled her knees to her chest. She rested her head back against the seat and blew out a deep breath, dark brows furrowed.
I wanted to stay, to talk to her, to ask her what the fuck I could do about Skylar.
But that wasn’t what she wanted from me. All she cared about was getting her pussy pounded, and that was fucking it. She didn’t give a fuck that I’d stayed with her all last night at the library, that I had driven her home in the pouring rain, that I had taken care of that fucking prick who wanted to fuck her on her break.
Tearing my gaze away from her, I pulled up my pants and snapped on the button. Once I grabbed my laptop, I walked toward the door without so much as a goodbye or a see you later or even a thanks for letting me use you.
“You’re going?” she whispered.
No fucking response from me.
“Wait!” she said.
When I turned around, she shuffled to button up her jeans. Then, she furrowed her brows harder and stared at me, her cheeks blotchy and red. After clasping her hands together, she played with her fingers and gave me a nervous smile.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked her, trying to sound like I didn’t give a fuck. But really, I was glad that she had called me back to stay with her for a little longer. I didn’t want to go to class, and I really didn’t want to leave her after that.
After every time that we had sex, I left right away because that was what I’d always done, but … I didn’t want to keep being that asshole to her. I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t care, though somehow, at the same time, I wanted her to think exactly that.
“I, um …” she stuttered and crouched down next to her textbooks, opening one up and pulling out a piece of white cardstock sheet. “I was going through my stuff last night, and I …” She shuffled from foot to foot and couldn’t look me in the eye. “I found this hanging around.”
“The fuck is this?” I asked, snatching and staring at the drawing that a four-year-old must’ve done.
Vera stepped toward me, nervously staring at the drawing and chewing on the inside of her cheek. She shuffled her dirty, off-brand Vans on the tiled classroom floor. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?”
After scratching the back of her head and giving me a whiff of her strawberry shampoo, she took the drawing from me and folded it back up. “Oh, it’s just, uh … you gave it to me for my fifth birthday. I found it last night.”
I let out an empty chuckle. “I made this shit for you?”
She was lying. She had to fucking be. I hadn’t made that for her. And if I had, why the hell did she still have it lying around her house anyway? I thought she fucking hated me for everything that I was, like everyone else did.
“Yeah,” she said, voice softer this time. She peeked up at me and gave me a half-smile, her nervous eyes searching mine. “You did. You don’t remember?”
“No.” The word came out cruel, hopefully jarring, just like she wanted from me. “Why would I remember a stupid drawing that I did fucking thirteen years ago? Come on. Think with your fucking head.”
The more I said, the harsher I became. I felt nothing but hurt from last night, and part of me wanted her to hurt worse. I wanted her to understand the pain of feeling like nobody gave a shit about her.
She thought I had everything because my parents had money. But I didn’t have shit.
“Oh,” she whispered, looking down.
Because I wanted to be an asshole—that was what she asked for, right?—I snatched the paper back from her and walked to the classroom door. This drawing was meaningless to me. “I don’t give a fuck about this.”
“If you don’t want it, then give it back,” she said, grabbing my elbow.
“You should be at home with your lovely wife,” I said, spitting his words back at him.
We both knew that his wife—my dad’s sister—was anything other than lovely. She was a spitting image of my father—absent from everyone’s life, except her own, and didn’t give a shit about anything other than how she could flaunt her money. She was an annoying fucking bitch.
“What happened to Vera Rodriguez?” he asked back, testing my patience apparently. Usually, he didn’t stoop so low, but something must’ve really pissed him off. “I heard from a certain gang that you’ve been seeing her.”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I growled, storming away from him before I punched him square in the jaw.
He might’ve been older than me and armed with a weapon, but I would knock his ass out cold right here.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BLAISE
The next day, I stared into my empty locker and clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around my skateboard. World History had started twenty minutes ago. I hadn’t wanted to fucking come to school today, but I couldn’t stop myself from driving here this morning.
With Skylar knowing Vera’s and my secret, I expected everyone to be buzzing with excitement over the newfound drama of me fucking Vera, the senior class’s nerdy good girl. But I hadn’t heard anything this morning, not even on social media.
If Skylar had opened her big fat mouth about Vera and me, word would’ve already spread through Redwood. So, it seemed like she hadn’t, and part of me was fucking thankful, because while I didn’t give a fuck who knew about us, Vera did.
After grabbing my computer from my locker, I dragged my feet all the way toward History. I opened the door to The Grinch glaring at me and walked into the class toward the back, where Vera was working on our project alone. One of Skylar’s friends waved me over, but I ignored that bitch, like I had been ignoring Skylar for the past week. She seemed to be absent today.
Once I took my seat next to Vera, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through all the needy thirst-traps that these Redwood bitches flooded social media with, not even taking the time to look at any of them. My thumb continuously swiped vertically across the screen, not slowing down once until I came to some skateboard shit that an influencer had posted.
I needed a distraction because the scent of Vera’s strawberry shampoo was lingering in the air heavier than usual today. And I couldn’t fucking think straight. Fuck, I hadn’t been able to think straight all night.
“I, um …” Vera said, leaning an inch closer to me.
When I looked up at Vera, she opened her mouth and then snapped it shut.
“What?”
“What happened to your eye?” she asked, voice small.
“What do you care?”
She pressed her lips together and glanced back down at the project she’d been working on all morning without me. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, she looked back at me and shrugged. “I just … I …”
“You what?”
After the hopeful expression on her face fell, she looked away from me. It looked like she felt the way I had last night—completely and utterly fucking shattered. And I was all for hurting people like this.
My chest tightened.
Everyone was in this world for themselves, apparently.
“Nothing,” she whispered.
As much as it fucking hurt me, I turned my gaze away from her and back toward my phone. I tapped out of my social media and scrolled through the hundreds of notifications that I had gotten between last night and now. I had forced myself to turn off my phone completely last night, or I would’ve called her.
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I stared at the notification, then at Vera, then back, my finger hovering over the screen. Before I clicked on it, I lowered the brightness on my phone, so even if Vera looked over at my phone, she wouldn’t know that I fucking cared.
She didn’t deserve to know. We weren’t friends anyway.
After I tapped on the notification, one of Vera’s stories appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the one that she had been working on lately, but an erotic scene that looked to be taken out of a longer story.
As I scrolled down the page, I found myself getting harder and harder. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how fucking horny she’d made me, but, fuck, this was hot. Everything she fucking wrote was.
Vera pulled out her phone and searched something for our project on her tiny screen while I read her filthy fucking smut. All this sex in here was rough as hell—with biting and choking and hair pulling.
Was that what she wanted from me? A good, rough time because nobody else would give it to her? At least, that was what she had thought. She didn’t know that these past few years, I had threatened anyone who showed even the smallest of interest in her.
She didn’t know that she had been mine since we were four.
“For those of you who need a laptop to do research”—The Grinch gave Vera an annoyed and pointed look, which ticked me off—“you can head to the library.”
Vera must’ve noticed the way that fucking bitch had called her out because her cheeks flushed and she quietly turned off her phone. “I’m going to the library. You can, uh … stay here if you want or leave. I’ll finish our project by myself.”
After she quickly scurried out of the classroom, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and stalked up to the front, glaring down at The Grinch sitting at her desk.
She looked up at me through green-framed glasses. “Can I help you, Mr. Harleen?”
I leaned down and lowered my voice, so nobody else would hear. “You’re fucking lucky we’re in the middle of the school day. If you call Vera out like that again, you’d better watch your fucking back. I don’t give a fuck who you are.”
Not caring to listen to her response, I stormed out of the classroom and followed Vera’s awkward-as-fuck figure hurrying toward the library through the desolate hallways. She wasn’t getting away from my shitty-ass attitude today.
When I caught up to her, I grabbed her by the back of her neck, stopped her completely, and shoved her into the nearest empty classroom. Vera Rodriguez wasn’t getting a pass from how she had made me feel last night at the library or from that new chapter she’d posted online.
If she wanted a rough, unforgiving asshole, then that was what I’d give her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
VERA
I yelped in surprise, but Blaise slapped his hand over my mouth, locked the door behind us, and pressed me up against the nearest whiteboard. As he pressed his body against mine from behind, I tensed and placed my nervous hands on the board, fingers turning white.
He released his hand over my mouth and slipped it around my throat, pulling my body against his as much as he could. I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my thighs together because I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about every time he had taken me during school.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, voice trembling.
My birth control hadn’t taken full effect yet. I still had about four or five days until it did.
“This is what your horny, slutty cunt wanted, isn’t it?” Blaise growled, sinking his free hand between my thighs and cupping my pussy. “For me to be the same asshole that I’d always been,” he said, tracing his nose up the column of my neck, making me shiver. “So here the fuck I am.”
Pleasure raced to my core. “Wh-what are you talking about?”
“I read what you posted online last night,” he said into my ear, grinding himself against my ass. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed me against the whiteboard even harder. “Every last fucking word of it, Vera.”
“You read my story?” I whispered, throat drying.
Blaise answered me by pushing my jeans and panties down to my knees. “Spread your fucking legs.”
And like the horny fucking slut I was, I spread my legs and arched my back, desperate for him to be inside me again, aching to be close again—because for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to tell him how I really felt about him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, sprawling a hand over my bare ass. He spanked, then groped a handful of it. He pressed himself harder against my ass, his dick bulging against the rough material. “Fucking buck your hips up and down, V.”
I gripped on to the whiteboard and nervously glanced toward the door. “I don’t know if—”
Instead of waiting for me, he forcefully gripped my hips and moved them up and down against his jeans, ruining them with my wetness. He pressed himself harder against me, letting me feel every inch of him through his pants.
Heat gushed between my legs. God, this couldn’t be happening right now.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
No please. No can I? No condom.
He undid the zipper on his jeans and pulled out his huge cock, slapping it against my wet pussy and teasing my clit with it. He pushed the head of it inside me, cursed under his breath, then slammed all of himself into me.
I placed a hand over my mouth and cried out into it as pleasure shot through my body.
“Tell me you’re a filthy whore,” he demanded, pounding into my pussy.
My pussy tightened around him, and I whimpered out, the mere thought of saying it aloud in the middle of an empty Redwood classroom making me actually feel like one.
He pulled back on my throat, his mouth against my ear. “Fucking say it.”
“I’m a filthy whore,” I whispered.
He sank himself deeper and deeper inside of me with every thrust. “Louder.”
“I’m a filthy whore,” I said, only a bit louder.
A low growl escaped his mouth. “I want you to fucking scream it, so everyone in this fucking school can hear you. That’s what a good whore would do, isn’t it? Scream so loud while her cunt gets filled?”
“I’m a …” The pressure rose in my core. “I’m a”—higher and higher. I was about to tip over the edge—“filthy …”
Blaise was shoving himself into me so hard that my mind became mush.
“I’m a filthy whore!”
“Good fucking girl,” he cooed, grabbing a dry erase marker from a metal tray and handing it to me. “Now, write it on your bare thigh, so you don’t forget it.” He pulled back on my throat and buried his face into the crook of my neck. “If we were alone, I’d write it on this pretty fucking face of yours and force you to look in the mirror at yourself while I fucked you, so you knew what you were.”
Whimpering from how much I enjoyed this, I took the cap off the marker and pressed it against my inner thigh, beginning to write Filthy Whore on my skin. He pounded into me so hard that I couldn’t write neatly, no matter how hard I tried. My pussy tightened around him as I made the final marker stroke.
“You’re not fucking done,” Blaise grunted before I could set the marker back in the tray.
He sucked harshly on my throat, his stubble tickling my skin. Heat rushed to my pussy, and I tightened on his huge cock, about to come undone again. I curled my hand around the open marker and sucked in a sharp breath.
When he pulled his mouth away from my throat, my skin ached dully. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he had left a huge hickey on my neck, one that I didn’t know if I could hide with my hair.
“What do you want me to write now?” I whispered, voice trembling.
“Draw an arrow from your stomach to your cunt,” he ordered, picking another fresh spot on my neck to ruin. He placed his hot mouth on the skin, sucked harshly on it, and watched over my shoulder with hooded eyes.
With a shaky hand, I did as he’d instructed.
Leaving another hickey, he tugged up on my skin slightly, then released it. “Above it, you’re going to write Dump cum here, and then you’re going to fucking beg for me to dump my cum inside you, like a good little slut.”
I tightened around him, clamping down on his huge cock. “But … I-I …”
“Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t want that. Your drooling pussy is fastened on my dick so hard right now.” He sucked harder on another area of my throat and placed the tip of the marker against my stomach. “Write it.”
My hands trembled from the sheer ecstasy, but I wrote the words on my stomach. Pressure rose in my core, and we both knew that I was so fucking close to coming all over him.
“You don’t get to come again until I come inside you.”
“But m-my birth control i-isn’t ready y-yet.”
At this point, I didn’t really fucking care. All I wanted was for him to fill up my aching cunt and grunt in my ear as he did. I wanted the sound of his orgasm to push me over the edge, so I could come with him. It’d felt so good last time.
“Then, tell me to fucking stop, and I’ll stop.”
But he showed no sign of slowing down, nor stopping.
I gripped the whiteboard so hard that my fingers turned white and whimpered. “Blaise …”
“Tell me to stop.”
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to come with him. Badly.
“Tell me to fucking stop right now,” he grunted, his voice becoming more and more taut. He gripped my hips and slowed his thrusts a bit in order to push himself deeper and deeper inside me. “ … or my cum will fill your cunt up past your fucking cervix.”
Moaning loudly, I threw my head back. “Please, come inside me! Please!”
“Fuuuuck,” Blaise grunted and stilled deep inside me.
Wave after wave surged through my body. My legs trembled uncontrollably. And I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped my lips. The pleasure wouldn’t stop pumping through my body as Blaise left another hickey on my neck.
When he pulled away, I gripped on to the whiteboard harder, so I wouldn’t fall over.
“Skylar hasn’t said shit to anyone in Redwood about us, but after today, everyone is going to know how fucking slutty you are, Sunshine,” he growled. “Because you’re going to walk around Redwood with my cum dripping down your thighs, with your panties ruined, and with hickeys that I left you, decorating this pretty throat of yours.”
Chapter Thirty
BLAISE
After I fucked her senseless inside an empty classroom, Vera collapsed into the teacher’s maroon-cushioned swivel chair and curled her knees to her chest. She rested her head back against the seat and blew out a deep breath, dark brows furrowed.
I wanted to stay, to talk to her, to ask her what the fuck I could do about Skylar.
But that wasn’t what she wanted from me. All she cared about was getting her pussy pounded, and that was fucking it. She didn’t give a fuck that I’d stayed with her all last night at the library, that I had driven her home in the pouring rain, that I had taken care of that fucking prick who wanted to fuck her on her break.
Tearing my gaze away from her, I pulled up my pants and snapped on the button. Once I grabbed my laptop, I walked toward the door without so much as a goodbye or a see you later or even a thanks for letting me use you.
“You’re going?” she whispered.
No fucking response from me.
“Wait!” she said.
When I turned around, she shuffled to button up her jeans. Then, she furrowed her brows harder and stared at me, her cheeks blotchy and red. After clasping her hands together, she played with her fingers and gave me a nervous smile.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked her, trying to sound like I didn’t give a fuck. But really, I was glad that she had called me back to stay with her for a little longer. I didn’t want to go to class, and I really didn’t want to leave her after that.
After every time that we had sex, I left right away because that was what I’d always done, but … I didn’t want to keep being that asshole to her. I didn’t want her to think that I didn’t care, though somehow, at the same time, I wanted her to think exactly that.
“I, um …” she stuttered and crouched down next to her textbooks, opening one up and pulling out a piece of white cardstock sheet. “I was going through my stuff last night, and I …” She shuffled from foot to foot and couldn’t look me in the eye. “I found this hanging around.”
“The fuck is this?” I asked, snatching and staring at the drawing that a four-year-old must’ve done.
Vera stepped toward me, nervously staring at the drawing and chewing on the inside of her cheek. She shuffled her dirty, off-brand Vans on the tiled classroom floor. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?”
After scratching the back of her head and giving me a whiff of her strawberry shampoo, she took the drawing from me and folded it back up. “Oh, it’s just, uh … you gave it to me for my fifth birthday. I found it last night.”
I let out an empty chuckle. “I made this shit for you?”
She was lying. She had to fucking be. I hadn’t made that for her. And if I had, why the hell did she still have it lying around her house anyway? I thought she fucking hated me for everything that I was, like everyone else did.
“Yeah,” she said, voice softer this time. She peeked up at me and gave me a half-smile, her nervous eyes searching mine. “You did. You don’t remember?”
“No.” The word came out cruel, hopefully jarring, just like she wanted from me. “Why would I remember a stupid drawing that I did fucking thirteen years ago? Come on. Think with your fucking head.”
The more I said, the harsher I became. I felt nothing but hurt from last night, and part of me wanted her to hurt worse. I wanted her to understand the pain of feeling like nobody gave a shit about her.
She thought I had everything because my parents had money. But I didn’t have shit.
“Oh,” she whispered, looking down.
Because I wanted to be an asshole—that was what she asked for, right?—I snatched the paper back from her and walked to the classroom door. This drawing was meaningless to me. “I don’t give a fuck about this.”
“If you don’t want it, then give it back,” she said, grabbing my elbow.
