Tricked: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Longhorn Academy Dark Bully Romance Book 1)

by Amy Brown

  I stand abruptly. “I have to use the restroom,” I blurt. I almost stumble over my chair, as I scramble out of the corner. I walk with my head down toward one of the three unisex bathrooms. Hopefully no one will steal my backpack while I have my emotional meltdown in the toilet.

  If I’m honest with myself, my problem with Mason isn’t just how he treats me at school. It’s also how he was with me in bed. When I confessed he made me “feel things”, his disinterested response hurt my pride. I allowed myself to be vulnerable, and he shut me out. In the moment, I convinced myself I didn’t care, but it actually bothered me a lot. I think, subconsciously, I was waiting to see how he’d treat me when we showed up at school again. When he pretended I didn’t exist, it pissed me off.

  I dampen a paper towel and press it to my cheeks, while staring at myself in the mirror. “You need to pull up your big girl pants, Charity. Stop acting like a wuss. Who cares if Mason acknowledges you? You’re embarrassing yourself,” I hiss at my reflection.

  When there’s a knock on the door, I scowl. There are two other bathrooms. I highly doubt they’re taken.

  “I’ll be out in a minute!” I call out.

  When there are more knocks, I grit my teeth, and go to the door. When I open it, Mason is there. Shocked, I simply stare at him, but then he pushes me backward, and enters the small room with me.

  “What are you doing?” I grumble, watching him lock the door again.

  He faces me, his mouth a grim line. “I’m not emotionally needy.”

  I cross my arms. “You sure about that? You just barged into the bathroom with me.”

  He moves up to me, stopping when our bodies touch. “Last time we saw each other you were perfectly fine. What changed?”

  You hurt my wittle feewings.

  No way I’m admitting that. “You’re imagining things.”

  He puts his hands on my hips, and whispers, “You’re lying.”

  I shiver as my body responds as usual to him. “Nothing’s changed.”

  “Everything has changed.” His gaze is pinned on my mouth. “Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?”

  “You were no warmer to me.”

  “I tried to say hi to you in class but you ignored me.”

  I frown. “I mean before class.”

  He hesitates. “Oh, well, I was late to school. I was still half asleep. I have no idea who I even talked to this morning.”

  I harden my eyes. “You’re so full of it. You were laughing and having a gay old time with your friends.”

  He looks like he wants to argue, but then he says, “Why shouldn’t I talk to my buddies?”

  “I’m not saying you shouldn’t talk to your friends.” He’s twisting my words, and it’s getting annoying. “I’m saying you didn’t bother trying to connect to me, so why should I fall all over you in class?”

  “I don’t get why you’re so bent out of shape. I said hi to Travis and Jeremy like I always do in the morning. No need to freak out.”

  “I’m not freaking out. You’re the one who followed me into the bathroom,” I say, feeling defensive. “Instead of bothering me, why don’t you go find Sophia? I’m sure she’d love some more attention.”

  A light goes on in his eyes. “Oh, I get it, you’re jealous.”

  “No.” I shake my head, angry with myself for letting Sophia’s name slip out. Now he’ll dismiss everything I say because he simply thinks I’m jealous.

  Aren’t I?

  A self-satisfied smile touches his lips. “You know I’m not interested in Sophia. I’ve already told you that.”

  “I don’t care what you feel about that bitch.”

  “I think you do.” He raises his hand to my face, and thumbs my bottom lip gently.

  Go away,” I say softly. My legs are weak at our close proximity. How can I hunger for one person this much? It’s insanity.

  “I don’t want to go away. I want to fix what’s wrong.” He studies me. “I swear on my life, I have no interest in Sophia.” His gaze flickers. “You’re the only girl I want.”

  I hate how much pleasure and relief I feel at that statement. He’s probably lying. He’s probably just playing me. Placating me. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t seem to care. I want him to touch me, and reassure me that I’m who he wants. Just me. Just me.

  “Please stop this,” I say quietly. “I don’t want to play your games right now.”

  “You think this is a game?” He frowns. “You think I followed you into the bathroom because I’m playing with you?”

  “Probably.”

  A muscle works in his jaw. “You really want me to go away?”

  I nod, feeling breathless.

  “Come on, Charity, don’t be mad at me.” He slides his hands under my blouse, and I gasp at the feel of his warm hands worming under the lace of my bra. He strokes the pad of his thumbs over my nipples, and I whimper. “Be nice to me.”

  I open my mouth, wanting to tell him to stop, but instead moaning with pleasure. I squirm against him, needing more, and hating myself for it. When he takes my mouth, I swallow his groan. He’s turned on too, it’s not just me. He rocks against me, and I put my arms around his neck. I feel his erection against my thigh, and all I want is to have him inside me. I crave his attention, and the pleasure he gives me, because that makes everything else fade into the background.

  “I’d bet money your panties are soaking wet right now, baby.”

  He’s right of course. I’ve been wet since he entered the bathroom. But I shake my head, trying to hang on to my pride.

  He smirks. “Really? How about I check?”

  “No,” I whimper. Why do I find it so sexy that he followed me in here? What is wrong with me? I want him to fuck me up against this dirty wall. I want him to tell me how much he loves being inside me. I’m mad and insecure, but all I can think about is him claiming my body. “I don’t want you,” I lie.

  He ignores me, and slips one hand down to undo my jeans. I’m panting as he wiggles his hand into my underpants. When his fingers brush my pussy, I groan. “You’re a liar. You’re sopping wet.”

  My eyes widen as he slides his fingers between my slick folds. All I can do is hold his gaze and try not to faint from pleasure. He pulls his hands from inside my clothing, and starts undoing his pants.

  “Take your jeans off,” he commands.

  I shake my head, even though I want nothing more than to obey. “I’m not doing that.”

  “Yeah, you are.”

  “I’m… I’m not a slut.” I don’t even sound convincing to my own ears. I’ve done nothing but behave like a slut the last few days.

  He hesitates, frowning. “I know that. Why would you be a slut just because you like sex?”

  I have no response. I agree with him, why can guys fuck anything that moves and they’re just boys being boys, but if a girl wants sex, she’s branded a whore?

  When I don’t respond, he moves closer. “Charity, I don’t think you’re a slut.”

  I glance nervously at the door. “Someone will hear us.”

  He laughs. “Which is it? You’re not a slut, or you’re afraid someone will hear us?”

  “Both?”

  He cups my cheek, his smile fading. “I need you, right now. Please, let me have you.”

  Maybe because there’s no trace of arrogance in his voice, I find it impossible to deny him. He did ask nicely, after all. I drop my hands to the waistband of my jeans, and I tug them down. He pulls his wallet out, and I see the familiar sheen of a condom packet.

  If I’m the only girl he’s interested in, why does he buy condoms in bulk?

  He set’s the condom on the edge of the sink, and sheds his pants quickly. His dick is hard, and seeping against the cotton of his underwear. His gaze sears over my body like a laser. “Take off your shirt and bra too.”

  “Wha… what?” I’m not sure I heard him right.

  “I want you completely naked.” He slides off his underwear.

  With my
heart pounding, I obey. I unbutton my blouse, and unhook my bra. I drop them both onto the dirty floor, and shiver in front of him, completely naked. He tears open the condom wrapper, and he rolls it on his length. His eyes are buzzing with lust, and he licks his lips.

  “Fucking hell, you’re so gorgeous.”

  He moves closer and I feel like I’m hyperventilating. His gaze is so intense, I’m tempted to cover my breasts. But I know he won’t want that, so I don’t make any attempt to hide my body. He grabs both of my breasts, and bends down to suck and bite the nipples. His hands squeeze and tug my tender flesh, while his mouth devours my tits.

  I throw my head back and give into the erotic sensations. He bites hard, but then kisses and licks the tender nubs. I moan and press my hands to his chest, clawing the material of his shirt. I’m standing naked in the library bathroom, shivering with goosebumps of anticipation covering every inch of me. If Paula could see me now, she’d never want to be my friend again.

  I think Mason might be wrong about me. I am a slut. A slut for Mason.

  He leans his body against mine, and his cock slides between my thighs. He rocks his hips, dragging the length of his dick back and forth. Every push of his hips has his dick stroking my pussy. I inhale his scent, licking the sweat from the firm flesh of his throat. So many of my senses are engaged with Mason near me: taste, touch, smell. My legs shake as I wait for him to give me everything I need.

  “I thought about you all night, baby.” His pupils are blown with lust as he whispers, “I can’t let you go yet.”

  Yet?

  I’m so wet, I feel it dripping down my inner thighs. I can’t believe this is real life. I feel like I’m in a dream as Mason lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him. My pussy is splayed in this position, and he shoves inside me in one hard thrust. I cry out and he groans as he fills me deep. The delicious friction is too much, and I come immediately. My pussy clenches and unclenches around his thick cock.

  “I love how sensitive you are,” he hisses.

  I whimper and hold on to him tight. My body shakes with little aftershocks of pleasure as he slows his thrusts, watching me like a hawk. Once my climax is finished, he starts pounding into me again. The tile wall is freezing against my back, but I just hold his eyes as he fucks me hard. My breasts are smashed against his chest, and he growls as he pumps into me. He’s punishing me. Punishing me for ignoring him. Little does he know this is a reward I would crave a thousand times more.

  I dig my nails into his back, gritting my teeth as his thrusts slam me against the wall, over and over. I’ll be bruised for sure after this, but I don’t care. He kisses me, sucking my tongue, and pawing my body. He’s not just fucking me, he’s owning me; every inch of me. His cock grows inside me, and his thrust become more desperate. I’m learning him, learning how he behaves right before he comes. I revel in how much he wants me. We’ve solved nothing, but at least I’ll feel better knowing how much he hungers for me.

  Another orgasm builds deep inside, burning and throbbing. I start to moan louder, and he smiles. He thrusts and freezes, letting me feel his hard length deep. I gasp and groan when he pulls out and thrusts back in. I can’t handle what he’s doing to me. When he plunges deep inside and holds it there, I can’t breathe. I bug my eyes and wiggle on the end of his cock.

  “Please,” I beg. “Please finish me.”

  Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are a grim line. “Yeah, I’ll finish you.” He starts pumping slow and deep, and my eyes almost roll up in my head. It feels so good I can only hold on and whimper. I grip his ass with my hands, feeling the thick muscles bulge and contract with every thrust.

  He stumbles a bit, and I slide down the wall a little. I grab the edge of the sink, trying to balance. My boobs bounce like big bowls of jello as he pounds into me, and then he’s coming. His cock swells inside of me, and I touch my clit and fall over the edge with him. My pussy clenches on his pumping cock, over and over, quaking as pleasure ravages me.

  Eventually, we each stop moaning and humping against each other. I’m afraid he might drop me because his muscles are shaking. I drop my legs, and stand on my own wobbly feet. He leans against the wall, breathing like a horse. His back is slick with sweat, I can see it through his shirt as he goes to sit on the toilet. He’s spent. It’s obvious in the slump of his shoulders, and the fact he has his eyes closed.

  This was the first time I ever felt like he was out of control. He was completely lost in the moment with me, and he looks exhausted. I kneel in front of him, and he opens his eyes.

  “Are you okay?” I ask softly.

  His eyes warm when he sees me, and he nods. “Yeah.” He reaches out and wraps a tendril of my hair around his finger. “I’m fine.”

  “Do you think people heard us?”

  He laughs gruffly. “Probably.”

  My face warms. “Hopefully they’ll think someone was just having a really rough time of it on the toilet.”

  Grinning, he says, “Maybe.”

  I stand and get dressed quickly. I’m not sure I love the idea of going around school all day smelling of sex. I have some cologne in my backpack, hopefully that will help. If my backpack is still where I left it.

  He pulls off the condom and ties it before tossing it in the trash. Then he gets up and puts on his pants. His color is better now, and he seems like his old self. He washes his hands, and dries them with paper towels. “You should leave first. I’ll wait a few minutes, and then I’ll leave.”

  It’s not like I expected to leave the bathroom holding hands, but his comment once again reinforces the separation between us. He must see something in my expression because he comes over to me.

  He touches my cheek. “I can’t hang out with you at school. You understand that, right?”

  My stomach tenses. “I never said I wanted to hang out with you.”

  “But you were upset earlier because I was with my friends.”

  I frown. “I was upset that you completely ignored me. Even Jeremy gave me a smile and a nod.”

  “He did?” He looks annoyed.

  “Yeah.” I run a hand over my hair, hoping I don’t look like I just got fucked. “He doesn’t seem to think I have cooties.”

  His jaw tenses. “He’s in a different position than me.”

  “Why?”

  “I helped you out at Travis’s party. That was tricky for me.”

  “Then why’d you do it?” I scowl.

  He shrugs. “I didn’t want you hurt… physically hurt.”

  I’m not sure why he makes that distinction between hurt and physically hurt. “Why can Jeremy be nice-ish, but you can’t?”

  He chuffs. “Sophia hates you. After I stopped her from beating you up, she watches me like a hawk. She’ll lose her shit if I give you any attention at school. I don’t need her turning on me.”

  I agree Sophia loathes me, but I doubt she’d stop lusting after him because he nods at me. My guess is Mason is too scared about losing his place with The Elites to risk being nice to me at school. He’s a coward, and that’s disappointing.

  “How come you were able to invite me to the bonfire, but you can’t smile at me in school?” I frown.

  His gaze flickers. “Well, the lake isn’t school.”

  I’m not sure I believe his excuse. There’s something about his voice that makes me feel he’s hiding something, but I need to get to my next class. I move to the door, and he calls out to me.

  “Charity.” He follows me. “You understand how this has to be when we’re at school, right? It shouldn’t affect our time outside of school.”

  I shake my head. “Meaning you still want to fuck me, so long as no one knows.”

  His mouth hardens. “It’s just how it is. I never promised you anything.”

  “Yeah, I know. But I’m not sure I want to put up with this weird arrangement. Maybe I’d rather find a guy who can have sex with me, and not be embarrassed to be seen with me.”

  He sighs.
“It’s not like that.”

  “Of course it is.”

  He watches me, his gaze hard to discern.

  I open the door, and am relieved nobody is waiting outside. “It’s good we… talked. It helped put things in perspective for me.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Meaning what?”

  I shrug, step out into the hallway, and let the door close. I need to decide if I want to continue playing this game with Mason or not. He’s made it very clear where he stands, and I need to stop hoping for more. I need to figure out if having incredible sex is worth losing a part of myself. So far, it has been. But that could change quickly.

  When I think about Mason’s beautiful green eyes, and the way he smiles at me when we’re alone, my heart aches at the thought of losing that forever. While it’s hard to hear what he had to say, I appreciate him being honest with me. He didn’t sugar coat things, and I respect that.

  Maybe he’s not boyfriend material, but at least his honesty makes me trust him more. If there’s one thing I hate in this world, it’s a liar. Mason isn’t perfect by any means, but at least he’s being truthful with me.

  Chapter Twenty

  Mason

  That was reckless. Fucking reckless.

  If I don’t want people knowing me and Charity are fucking each other, maybe I shouldn’t screw her on school grounds. What the hell was I thinking? I was just so pissed off that she was being cold to me again, I needed to talk to her. Then, as usual, being in close quarters with her also meant I had to fuck her.

  I should probably pull the cord on us. The longer I toy with her, the more likely I’ll be found out. I try to picture telling Jeremy and Travis what I’ve been up to, but I cringe. I can’t imagine coming clean about how into this chick I am. Travis might understand, because he lets his dick rule his life. But Jeremy will be livid that I lied.

  I wait ten minutes, then I leave the bathroom. When I walk by the table where she was sitting, she’s gone. I immediately wonder where she is and who she’s with. I don’t know why I’m so consumed by thoughts of Charity. I’ve never been this obsessed with a girl before. I don’t care for the feeling. It makes me feel weak.