Valor, page 2
I sit next to her like I did in every other class. “Stalker.” She breathes as I sit down, my shirt almost catches on the corner of the desk. I’m not sure why I’m so drawn to her, she’s a new toy I want to play with, one that I want to see if it breaks under the pressure. She calls me a stalker, but Thunder has no idea of the thoughts that have been running through my head all day.
Ever since she walked by in the hallway this morning, I’ve wanted to see what she hides beneath those baggy clothes. “Yo, Valor!” I pop my head up to see Chad. “Party tonight, right?” He holds up a fist for me.
I knock knuckles with him, even though all I want to do is make him go away. “Yeah, just like every year.” The venom in my tone is a little too potent and Thunder picks up on it.
“Party? Seriously, what are you five?” She scoffs, when I look at her, she stares at Chad. “Haven’t you heard of playing it chill and ya know, just showing up?” She rolls her eyes, and I can’t fucking help it, but I laugh. God, she’s a fucking hellcat for sure. No way she’s married. Not with a spitfire attitude like that, no one could tame that mouth of hers. An evil thought pops into my head, thinking of the perfect way to silence her. Fuck, I’ll take that challenge.
“And you are?” Chad quips back, looking offended. As if I care how he feels.
“My plus one, fuck off Chad.” I snarl and she doesn’t miss the chance to shoot me a death glare. She opens her mouth but closes it quickly when the teacher starts to talk.
The rest of the class, she just stares at me. I say stares, but in reality, if looks could kill me, I’d be dead. When the bell rings she jumps up, and I’m fast to follow, draping my arm over her shoulder. “Hands off.” She shrugs my arm off her and picks up speed.
Before I can catch her, I’m spun around but Shane. Fuck, I wanted to see who picked her up, or if she drove herself. “Valor, bro, I heard you have a plus one tonight.” Damn, news travels fast as fuck here.
I flip him off and head to my locker to unload the math book that I was given for class. When I slam the locker I turn to look at Shane. “Dude. You’ve never announced a plus one for your party before.” Shane elbows me in the back, “Which one?” We both turn, leaning against the locker, and we watch all of them walk by, half the girls looking over at us as Conner and Blake join us. The four of us are as close to royalty around here, and everyone lives for my parties, all so they can say they were with us for the night.
Now, I’m not saying that I’m a king or anything, but in this school, I might as well be. My days are full of classes, but at night, that’s when I shine, and if you looked up the definition of a ringleader, my face would be right there, next to the words. I know I cause chaos, but what’s the point in living life, if you aren’t doing it to the fullest?
“Blake, baby. When are you gonna come back to me?” Sandy, Blake’s on and off again cheerleading girlfriend runs her hand up his chest, and then back down. Pushing her hand into his pants in the middle of the hallway. Now, I’m no fucking genius, but if I had a steady piece of ass, who slipped her hand down my pants, I’d be ready to take her home and have her every which way I wanted.
“Fuck off, Sandy.” Blake rips her hand out of his pants and pushes her off him. Then again, betraying his trust like that, I guess I’d treat her the same.
“Blakey baby. It's our senior year, don’t you want to make things official again?” She bats her eyes at him and I roll my eyes.
“Not after you touched him.” Blake snarls, getting in her face. “Now, fuck off.” He snaps his teeth at her.
“Ugh. Whatever.” She twirls around, letting her hair almost whip him in the face and storms off.
Conner lets out a laugh, “Who’d she touch?” I look over at Conner, nearly dumbfounded. He knows damn well who Sandy cheated on him with. Carlisle, the star of our rival team. Blake and Carlisle were friends before high school. When we all went to the same middle school. I never like the fucker, but I didn’t stop Blake from hanging out with him. But when it was time for high school, Carlisle’s parents moved across town, and their friendship ended. Now, it didn’t end because of him moving, it ended for a whole different reason. But, that’s for another day. Shane punches Conner in the arm, and gives him the what the fuck look.
Blake and I just push off and walk down the hall towards my car. Well, I say car, but Samuel thought I needed something flashy, convenient, and safe. So I drive an Escalade with reinforced glass and panels, which fits all four of us, and a few girls if we’re feeling risque.
Fetching the keys out of my pocket, I pull the fob out and unlock the doors. We all jump in and as I drive home, I notice new graffiti along a few of the bridges. There's a new artist in town and whoever it is, they’ve made it known. The rabbit dancing on a top hat with a simple smile. In a single image I see rebellion, the rabbit is taunting the master, telling him that he's done being in the hat and that he'll fight back. Okay, Picasso, where the fuck did that come from?
“Got everything ordered for tonight, it should start arriving in about an hour.” Shane taps away at his phone next to me. “Only thing left is paying for pizza, it’s already ordered, which I’m assuming you’re also footing the bill.” He gives me a side eye when I look over at him. “Of course you are.” I push up off the seat, and Shane has no qualms about reaching into my back pocket to grab my wallet.
***
The music echoes so loudly throughout the entire house, that I almost worry about the cops showing up, except I don’t. I’m a Johnson after all, and the cops usually leave me alone on party nights. I have two rules for everyone at the parties; one, no drinking and driving. Everyone who collects a drinking bracelet must turn in their keys, and two, no one is allowed to drink that doesn’t have a bracelet on. If you’re busted with a drink without a bracelet, a cab is called and you’re put on a ban list. Never allowed to the house again. I've banned a total of three people from the parties, one of which doesn't even go to our school. After the third ban, people realized I was dead serious about my rules.
Then there are the basement rules. I have my own bachelor pad in the basement, full of beds, couches, chairs, condoms, and a wide variety of items that with the correct imagination would send most people running. This is mostly where you can find me, down in the basement with at least one girl. Usually it’s two, one sitting on my face, and one sucking my dick. The rules for the basement are, no one is allowed to repeat what happens down here. No cameras, no phones, nothing that can capture what happens between willing parties. And if anyone is unwilling, unconscious, or too drunk, let's just say, things get awkward for all parties involved.
However, tonight I’m sitting on the couch that faces the front door, watching people as they come in. This house is large enough to hold a few hundred people, and they aren’t slowing down.
Thunder Eyes, with her soft brown hair walks through the door, her arm laced into another man’s arm. He’s tall, muscular, and everything opposite of her. Mother fucking Carlisle Benton. She’s on his arm, smiling like she knows what she’s doing. Walking into my house, with him. Fury tangles with my veins, filling me with a rage I’ve never felt before. I’ve been mad, pissed, and angry. But this, this is a whole new level. But why do I care? She flat out told everyone she was married. So what's it to me?
I pop up off the couch and make my way towards them. Carlisle, and Sylvia… He doesn’t know this yet, but she will be mine. Fuck, my head is a mess.
Mine? Who the fuck am I?
“Benton!” I shout and she snaps her head towards us. “You were told to not come back after last time.” I say, hoping that he leaves and we can keep Sylvia here.
“Calm down. I’m the DD tonight for the other players, no drinking for me.” He lifts his wrist to show the lack of a bracelet.
“I wanted to come, and my husband thought he’d join me.” Thunder Eyes says. I freeze, just for a moment, husband. Carlisle Benton, her husband? Yeah, fucking right.
But then I see it, his matching ring. He’s wearing a silver band on his finger, and she’s wearing a ring that, again, makes normal rings look small. My gaze moves from her to him, and back to her. Fucking Carlisle, then my head snaps back to when she introduced herself. Sylvia Masters, not Sylvia Benton.
“Then why don’t you have his last name?” I ask.
Benton laughs, cocking his head to the side, “You trying to hit on my woman?” he asks.
“Says the man who was with Sandy four weeks ago, yet is married now.” Sylvia’s eyes shoot to Carlisle and a smile creeps across my face. This marriage, there’s something wrong with it, she’s not in it, not really. And I know for a fact Carlisle doesn't want this as I notice he’s watching Sandy. I shove my finger into Benton’s chest, “You know the rules. If you want to take her down, you know where that door is.” I wink to Sylvia, who smiles at me, lowering her head to avoid being caught by him. I hope that’s enough to pique her interest that she comes down.
I leave them standing there, grab a bottle of vodka and make my way downstairs. I’m gonna have to fuck her out of my system, I can’t start a fight right now. That’s gonna send the wrong message, and even if I want to kill Carlisle, the girlfriend-stealing man whore. Yes, he’s stolen every girlfriend Shane, Blake, Conner, and I have had in the last three years, and no, I’m not counting Sylvia. No, she’ll be mine to steal from him. Just not until I’ve had more to drink and I can work off some of this frustration.
Pushing the door open I take the steps down and the scent of sex, booze, and smoke fill my nose as I enter the dimly lit basement. There are six full size beds, four long couches, and four oversized chairs. There are several people down here already. Courtney and Kourtney, both on their knees in front of Conner as he stands, leaning against the wall with a joint hanging out of his mouth. Blake has his face between the legs of Beth, one of Sandy’s cheerleading friends, her skirt is pulled high up around her waist, and she’s pulled her shirt up and is massaging her own breasts, moaning with each stroke of his tongue.
“Valor!” Shane nods as he sits on one of the chairs, a strawberry blonde riding him reverse cowgirl style, his hands holding her waist as he thrusts up into her. “Tight pussy tonight, where’s yours?” He asks, thrusting into her.
“She came in on Benton’s arm.” I lift the bottle to my lips and saying his name forces Blake to sit up, pushing away from Beth.
“Fuck that. He ain’t welcome.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pushes up off the bed and starts towards the stairs. I stop him with my hand to his chest and look at him with a cocked brow. “Let me go, Val.” I can feel the vibration in his chest.
“No fighting in my house.” Blake hates Carlisle so much, but now is not the time for them to start hashing this out. “Go back to Beth and enjoy your night.” I say hate, but really you can’t hate something the way Blake does, without something else fueling it.
Just as Blake walks away, the door opens and like our conversation summoned him, down he comes with her on his arm. “What’s down here?” Her voice is like rain on a summer night, one of the best sounds in the world, and just like listening to that rain, I could listen to her all the time.
“We shouldn’t be down here Syl. We should go back up.”
“Awe,” I lean against a post, “Come on Car, let the girl have a little looksy.” I’m intrigued to see how this plays out. Will she run and hide clutching her imaginary pearls? Will she watch in awe, wishing she could join? Will she beg for it like the others?
As if on cue, Beth begs Blake to come back to bed, but he just sits on the edge, and motions for her to move around and suck him off, she does. Of course she does, she gets to be with the quarterback. Blake keeps his eyes glued to Carlisle, the fool couldn’t be more obvious. “You’re already hard.” Beth mumbles as she pulls him out of his jeans and wraps her lips around him.
Of course he’s hard, our very own Blake has been in love with Carlisle since seventh grade. Now, he’s not of the choosing variety, he loves them all. Women and men, but he keeps it under wraps, only a couple people know. I just happen to be one of them.
“Is this a sex dungeon?” my little Thunder Eyes asks.
“Does it look like one?” I lean towards her, ignoring the man she claims to be her husband.
“Yes.” Her eyes trace across the room, taking in the full sight around her. Several couples, and throuples in the throws of passion right in front of her.
“Do you want to join?” I whisper, tucking a piece of stray hair that’s fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. She’s no longer wearing the baggie as hell clothes that cover her completely, she’s dressed in a soft blue tank and a pair of high waisted black shorts with the same boots.
“Don’t touch her.” Carlisle warns.
“You know the rules down here Benton, she gets what she wants.” With a steady hand, I move my fingers down her shoulder, to her elbow.
“It’s about pleasure, not power Valor, don’t push this.” Carlisle says, through gritted teeth. Little does he know pleasure is power.
“Thunder Eyes here, has full control, there’s power between her legs, she just needs to use it.” My lips move towards her jaw, barely grazing it and I’ll be damned, just the closeness of her makes my dick hard.
I want to touch her, taste her, feel her. If I have to play the, she’s got the power card, then I will. And fuck I hope she chooses what I’m thinking. She keeps her hand in his, but turns her body to face me, looping her other arm over my shoulder, her face is so close. My body hums and when she opens her mouth, her warm breath tickles my cheek as she moves towards my ear. “Where do I play?” A shiver crawls across my skin, filling me with nothing but pleasure, sending a ping straight to my balls.
“Ladies choice.” I say, sweeping her into my arms, letting her ‘husband’ follow us.
“Enough Syl. You aren’t staying down here. He pulls on her, and when she twists in his direction, I wait impatiently to hear her tell him off. But it doesn’t happen, instead she lets go of me, and kisses him, pressing her sweet body against him. I swear I hear him gasp, like this is their first encounter with each other.
I see him smile as he thinks he’s won, but I won’t give in that easily, not after all the pain Carlisle has caused between my friends. The chaos he always brings, he may be kissing her, and I may not have her. But I will.
Carlisle pulls her down to the bed, and she laughs, spreading her legs across his lap. I can feel Blake’s eyes on us, on him. I look back to see that he’s seething with anger, I furrow my brows at him. Silently asking him if he’s okay, he just nods, lifting his chin like he’s egging me on. To take her from him, like he’s taken Sandy, Kara, Valerie, and all the others.
I step up behind Sylvia , and neither of them look at me, but I know she can feel me. I lean down, pressing my lips to her shoulder, as I pull out my knife. I don't have time for pleasantries, I want to feel and taste her. Carefully, I use the knife and cut through the silky material of her shorts, and the thin string of her underwear. She gasps into his mouth, and he opens his eyes.
“Get off her.” Carlisle growls, bearing his teeth at me.
“No.” Sylvia moans, pushing Carlisle down to the bed exposing herself to me further. It’s just dark enough that I can’t see her clearly, where I desperately want to see. I want to see her pussy glistening at my touch. I put away my knife and my hands find their way to her ass, pushing the material out of the way.
I suck two fingers into my mouth and then guide them down until I find her, soaking wet, and slip them in without hesitation. I don’t even care that there’s a guy under her as I straddle his legs, pushing further into her. With each thrust she rocks against me, moaning into his mouth, fuck this is hotter than I meant it to be.
Blake looks like he’s about to blow his fucking load into Beth’s mouth as he watches us, I’d offer him to join, but I know he’s not ready to out himself. He wouldn’t be able to keep himself from taking Carlisle for himself, he’d hate fuck him so hard into the mattress, I’d have to buy a new one.
Thunder Eyes turns her head to look at me, panting heavily as she rides my hand, her muscles clench around me, begging for more, so I add another finger, stretching her wider, after all, if she can’t take at least three fingers, then she won’t be able to take my dick. And there is no doubt in my mind that I won’t slip it into her now. Consent is a must here, and with her eyes half closed, drunk on the lust in this moment, I know for certain that I could do whatever I wanted to her.
“Syl.” Benton has to be ready to burst beneath her, but he won’t be joining the show. If he’s really her husband, and they truly couldn’t live without each other, then I wouldn’t be knuckles deep in her.
Curling my fingers inside, I hit her g-spot, milking her for her orgasm, and just before she gets there, I pull my fingers out of her, unzip my pants and push my bare hard dick deep inside her. She cries out, “Shhh, be a good girl and take all of me.” I wrap my left hand in her ponytail, and grip her hip with my right one, sinking into her fully. God, fucking damn. Her pussy is tight, warm, and fucking mine.
“She’s a virgin.” Carlisle shouts from beneath her, seething in anger.
A laugh leaves me, “Not anymore.” I stop moving, to let her adjust to my size. I’ve been with one other virgin, and it was painful for her.
“Don’t stop.” She huffs out through gritted teeth. As if telepathically, I seem to just know that she wants the pain with the pleasure. A little hurt with it, so I dig my fingers into her, pulling her head back and start thrusting, hard. She lets out a string of colorful cuss words, as I hear Blake cumming in the next bed.
