Immoral Confessions: A Dark High School Bully Romance

by R Holmes

"Hurry in, before someone sees you." She grabs me by the hoodie and drags me inside. The room is dim, except for a small lamp on her nightstand and the glow of the flatscreen hanging on her wall. Her room surprised me. Rock band posters line the wall and an old-fashioned record player sits in the corner. Completely unexpected. I imagined everything pink and perfectly prim and proper.

  I was wrong. Another time Valentina took me by surprise.

  She stands to the side, fiddling with her hands, obviously nervous. Instead of making awkward conversation, I brush past her and flop down onto my back in her bed and place my hands behind my head.

  "You gonna put on a movie or…" I trail off. A grin immediately replaces her scowl and she nods, grabbing the remote from her nightstand. The movie she puts on is a Marvel one I haven't seen, so I'm telling myself to keep my hand to myself and pay attention. When she climbs into the bed next to me, she opts for the top of the covers. Which is probably the best because I'm still the predator and she's the very fucking tempting prey. Because the bed is the size of a fucking shoe box, like most dorm beds are, it's impossible not to touch.

  "This is weird," she breathes.

  "Only weird if you make it weird, babe," I tell her, purposely avoiding dragging my eyes to her body.

  She puts the movie on, then leans over to cut the light off. It's the first relationship type thing I've ever done. Spent time with a girl I wasn't fucking, went out of my way to be nice to her and not the dickhole I want to be. Fifteen minutes pass, and we've both half-ass paid attention to the TV, but out of the corner of my eye, I can see the glances she keeps stealing my way.

  A few more minutes pass and I feel the pinky of her hand brush against my hand, and this time I choose to not ignore it. It's almost comical at how things between us started, and the things we've done together that should make this less nerve-racking, but this is different. This is a weird, unmapped place that falls in the territory where neither of us know what to do. It's not me controlling the situation using blackmail to get what I want, but her making the move this time. No matter how hard it is for me to let the reigns of control go.

  I roll to my side, propping my head up on my arm, and I watch her. Her dark lashes fan out against the pale white of her skin. Milky, unblemished, delicate. She pretends to not notice me staring at her, but I feel the shift in her. The way her breath quickens with each inhale and the way that she subtly rubs her thighs together. Being this close and not touching, only feeling, only existing next to each other. When she turns her head hesitantly and her eyes lock with mine, I give her a small grin. I bring my hand to her stomach and place it there, testing the waters. She tenses slightly and pulls her bottom lip into her teeth. Even if she never says a word, I can read her body like the fucking Bible itself.

  Soon, I'll teach her to show me what she wants. To not be shy or afraid of taking what she wants.

  Her eyes don't leave mine, they lock with mine in a stare so intense, the tethered cord of restraint between us is ready to snap at any given moment.

  It does.

  She's the one to break, and it satisfies my need for her to submit. I want her to give me herself, wild and free of any constraints. She slams her mouth into mine and moans so loud, I'll hear it in my fucking dreams for the rest of my life. Her lips are hesitant but not shy, her tongue peeks out and traces the seam of my lips until the switch inside of me flips. I pick her up and place her on top of me, my lips never leaving hers. Together, we're frenzied. A mixture of pants, clashed teeth, and fumbles as we come together. I thread my hand within the nape of her hair and pull her head back, exposing her throat. She gyrates on top of me, rubbing against my cock in a motion that has me ready to sink inside her.

  I plant wet kisses down her throat until I make it to the base, where I nip, small bites that pull the breathiest moans from within her. Her hands thread in my hair, pulling me closer. My hands slide underneath the silk material of her pajamas and run up the length of her back. Her skin is so fucking soft, so delicate, I want to paint it with marks. Claiming every inch of her. I'm fucking ravenous for her. Every single time I've seen her perfect body and forced the release from her comes rushing back.

  "Rhys, please… I need more," she breathes into my ear as I kiss along the swell of her tits. Two perfect globes that beg for my mouth. Her shaking hands find the hem of her tank top and in a second, she's got it over her head and on the floor, leaving her in nothing from the waist up. Fuck, she's perfect. This is the first time I've been able to truly appreciate her body and her curves. The only light in the room is cast from the glow of the movie in the background, but it illuminates enough to where I know I'm fucking ruined. Completely and out of my goddamn mind for the girl who steals secrets.

  "Valentina…" I trail off. I should stop this before it goes any further, but I can't. I'm too far gone for her.

  She pulls me to her body and I immediately suck her pert, pink nipple into my mouth. That sets off a fire inside of her and she rocks against my cock, clearly desperate for friction to relieve the ache between her legs. I run my hands along her sides, then grip her hips, grinding her against me. Her lips are everywhere, my jaw, my neck, anywhere she can touch. She sucks my earlobe into her hot, wet mouth and I almost come in my pants. I flip us over so she's beneath me, dipping my fingers into the waistband of her pajamas and finding her bare. No panties.

  "Dirty girl," I grunt. I move down her body, licking a path to her stomach, lower until I reach the waistband of the shorts. My eyes meet hers and she nods, telling me to keep going. It's all I need to pull the shorts down her hips and take a slow, languid lick of her pussy. Fuck, it never gets old. Tasting her. Knowing I'm the one who makes her this slick. So wet.

  "Rhys," she moans.

  I suck her clit into my mouth and push two fingers inside, eating her pussy like my fucking life depends on it. Until she tightens around my fingers and her hands pull at my hair so hard, she has to be pulling some out. Her back arches, her breath comes out as pants and she comes around my fingers, moaning my name.

  After I wring as much pleasure as I possibly can, I pull my fingers out and lift up to my knees in front of her. While she's stated and relaxed, there's still a look in her eyes that I can't read. She sits up and moves closer, pulling me in for a fiery kiss that does nothing for my already rock-hard dick that's straining against my sweatpants. I grip the back of my hoodie and pull it off over my head before I pass the fuck out from being so hot. She palms me through the fabric of my pants and I can't help the groan that leaves my lips. I'm so fucking hard for her, a few more strokes of her hand and I might just fucking come.

  "Rhys, I want this," she whispers, slipping her hand inside the waistband of my sweats and grasping me in her hand. The velvet touch of her skin sends chills down my spine. "I want you. I want you inside of me."

  My heart thuds in my chest violently at her admission. I feel like a fucking freshman getting his first kiss. But it is a first for me. The first time I’ve let a girl past the walls of my heart. The first time I’ve cared about anyone besides Sebastian, Alec, and Ezra. The first time that I haven’t used a girl for a warm place to stick my dick and discarded her afterward. The first time I touch a girl with respect and worshipped her body with admiration. It’s a first for both of us.

  "Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask her.

  She nods, then pulls me closer.

  "I didn't come here expecting anything but a movie. I don't have any condoms…" I trail off. Fuck.

  "I'm on birth control, um, for my cycle."

  I've never been inside a girl bare. Ever. I might be an asshole, but I'm an asshole that is safe. I've never trusted someone enough to have sex without a condom.

  "If you don't want to, I mea—" I stop her before she can finish with my lips, capturing hers in a kiss.

  "I do. I want this. I’ve just never been with a girl bare before."

  She's a virgin, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about making this decent for her. I'v
e never done this shit before and it's uncharted territory that I feel like I'm blindfolded in the dark, trying to navigate. Feelings, emotions, gentleness that I've never possessed before. I don't know what I'm doing, but for Valentina, I'll try.

  Even if it goes up in flames, I can say I fucking tried.

  I place my hand on the small of her back and lay her down, hovering over her.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, Rhys, I want this. You."

  This fucking girl.

  Bringing my hand to her jaw, I grip it possessively, then slam my lips down onto hers until I feel her snake her hand into my sweatpants again, taking my cock into her tiny hand. My head drops down to the crook of her neck as she pumps my cock in slow, languid motions that have my fucking knees weak. This girl is an enigma. Everything about her makes me fucking crazy.

  I push the sweatpants and briefs down my hips with her help, my eyes never leaving hers. My cock bobs between us, hard and ready to sink inside of her wet heat. Her hand pumps me again, then she uses her thumb to spread the bead of cum that's formed at the head.

  "Valentina," I hiss.

  She looks up at me innocently, but so fucking hot. I take my cock in my fist and rub the head against her sensitive clit, allowing my piercing to brush against her slightly. Her moan is almost my undoing.

  Little lamb likes the piercing, I see.

  My hand shakes as I line up with her entrance. She's beyond wet and ready for me, so at least that will help with some of the pain. I lace our hands together as I slowly push inside of her. She whimpers so lightly it might fucking actually gut me, and I immediately still.

  "I'm sorry, do you want me to stop?" My brow furrows with worry.

  "No, no. I'm fine. Please, don't stop."

  She brings her hand up to the back of my neck, and pulls me down to her, locking her lips with mine. A sensual, slow, intimate kiss. Inch by inch, I ease inside her as gently as I possibly can so as not to hurt her. As much time as I spent wanting to destroy her and cause her so much pain, I could never hurt her this way.

  Once I'm fully seated inside of her, I give her a minute to adjust. Even though I'm harder and more turned on than I have ever been in my entire life, I wait for her signal. Fuck, being inside her bare is an indescribable feeling. She's so tight and wet wrapped around me, if I moved right this moment, I would come. I'm man enough to admit it. After a few moments of nothing but our panting breaths, she pulls me into her, deeper.

  "Move, please." Her voice is breathy and ragged.

  I slowly pull out and push back in. Thrusting slowly, gently, trying my fucking hardest to be what she needs.

  "Rhys, stop treating me like I'm breakable. Fuck me."

  Goddammit.

  I pull back and thrust into her so hard, she scoots up on the bed, causing her to squeak. When she moans, I give her a sly grin.

  "You told me to move."

  Pushing her legs higher up to my shoulders, I fuck her like the starved man I've been. My thrusts are quick and hard. Pounding her pussy over and over. Her nails rake down my back the closer she gets. I stick my thumb into her mouth, letting her suck it before pulling it out and bringing it to her clit. I rub her clit in tandem with my thrusts, and then she's falling apart on my cock. Her pussy sucks me in, tightening as she comes.

  "Oh, God," she moans, arching off the bed, pushing herself down further on to my cock. I can't hold back any longer, planting myself deep, grabbing her hips and coming inside of her. My thrusts slow as she milks my cock, and finally, I collapse down beside her, pulling her against my chest.

  "Holy shit, if that's what sex is, why the hell didn't I do it sooner?" She giggles and pinches my ass.

  "Eh, that was nothing." I give her a playful smirk.

  Rolling her eyes, she cuddles into my chest, planting small kisses against my pecs. Fuck, if this is what sex is with someone you care about, I'm ruined for anyone else. I untangle myself from her and go to the bathroom, grabbing a rag and running it under the warm water. When I walk back into the room, she's on her side facing me, looking so fucking hot it's a sin. I part her legs and clean her up gently, then toss the rag into the dirty clothes bin and climb back into bed with her. She snuggles up into my arms, glued to me like a second skin. And I don't even mind it. Getting this type of affection from someone is a foreign feeling.

  My fingers absentmindedly twirl a loose curl around my finger as she lays on me, her heart pounding much like my own.

  "I can't believe that just happened. Just so you know, I texted you to watch a movie, not for a booty call."

  "Mmhmm, keep telling yourself that, babe." Her laugh vibrates in my chest and the unfamiliar feeling in my chest deepens.

  I know I'm fucked-up, I know I'm the last person on the planet who deserves someone as wholesome and pure as Valentina Carmichael. But I'm selfish. I want to keep her forever, even if I'm not worthy. I don't know how to be anything but what I am, but for her, I'll try to be better. I'll try not to let my darkness surround her. I'll try and be the man she needs me to be because she's worth trying for. She deserves that much.

  The kindness she showed me when fuck knows I didn’t deserve it shifted something inside me. She didn’t have to give me the time of day after the shit that I put here through, yet she did.

  "So, wanna go again?" she whispers huskily against my skin.

  "I've created a monster."

  "Well, you reap what you sow, Blackwood."

  She rolls us over and climbs on top of me. My dick hardens as she brushes against it with her wet core.

  I don't know what happens from here, but I do know that I am not letting Valentina Carmichael go. Not now, not fucking ever. I don’t care if it makes me a fool for doing so.

  "No, you're doing it wrong!" I exclaim as Rhys tosses the bowling ball into the gutter. For the twentieth time. Okay, maybe it was closer to thirty but he'd kill me if he realized I was actually keeping count. Needless to say… bowling is not his strong suit, but I'm surprised I even got him here in the first place, so I'm choosing my battles.

  His brow pulls together in frustration and he looks like he may actually lose his temper in the middle of the bowling alley.

  "Valentina, how can one bowl wrong? Please, elaborate. You literally roll a ball down a lane. That's it," he huffs. His frustration is ridiculously cute, and that’s not a word I thought I would use for Rhys Blackwood. He drips sex in everything he does. Except bowling.

  "It's all about projection and exactly where you just roll the ball," I tell him, smirking. Loving this way too much.

  To say the past few days were amazing would be an understatement. Aside from class, Rhys and I haven't been apart. My dorm, his dorm, the chapel, between shelves in the library like old times… we can't get enough of each other. It's like once we stopped pretending whatever it is between us wasn't actually there, we were making up for lost time. And Rhys was doing lots of making up with his tongue.

  A month ago, if you would've told me that I would have given my virginity to Rhys Blackwood willingly, I would've laughed in your face and told you that you were just as deranged as he was. But something changed. Somehow he went from being everything I hated to being everything I couldn't get enough of.

  I prance by him and pick up a bright pink ball from the rack and walk over to the lane. When I look behind me at Rhys, his eyes are glued to my ass and he doesn't even look the least bit sorry.

  "Eyes on the ball, sir. Let me show you how it's done." I grin.

  He gives me a rare smile. One that's genuine and reaches the corners of his eyes. God, he has the best smile I've ever seen. Behind his full lips are a set of the most perfect teeth on the planet. People pay big money for teeth like that. Straight, bright white, literally perfection. When he smiles, he transforms from this broody, grumpy, yet still ridiculously attractive man, to a full on model. It's completely unfair. I try not to let him know how crazy I am for him because the last thing he needs is a bigger head.

  I pull my arm
back and launch the ball forward down the lane, where it hits the pins almost directly at the center and knocks them all down. Rhys curses behind me and when I look back, he's shaking his head.

  "See, I told you."

  He comes to stand in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging me toward him until I collide with the very hard front of him.

  "How about I show you what I'm good at, that's not bowling?" he whispers.

  Oh, God. He even turns me on in the middle of the bowling alley surrounded by other people.

  "Rhys, stop. Oh, God." I playfully swat at his chest.

  Unlike me, he doesn't get embarrassed. He takes his shit and owns it. I wish that I could be like him in that aspect. I care too much about what others think of me. I let people have power over me when I shouldn't. If there's anything I've learned from him, it's that. The second I stood up and got a backbone, I felt more powerful than I ever had and I was never going back.

  We spend the next hour taking turns bowling, and each time his ball goes into the gutter, it's comical. Especially because he looks so crestfallen every single time it does, like he expected it to do a random turn, right into a strike. After we turn in our shoes when our lane time is up, we head to the movies. Rhys bought tickets for a showing, and even though we've been together all, day it still feels like we’re on our first date.

  So cliché and cheesy, but it means something to me.

  The best part about a day date with Rhys Blackwood? He holds my hand the entire time. It's the small things that make the butterflies in my stomach flutter. The way he watches me when he thinks I'm not paying attention. How he brushes my hair out of my face before he leans down to drop his lips to mine. How he protectively pulls me close even when there's nothing to protect me from. I don't even think he realizes the impact of the small things or the way that they make me feel. Which means he does them regardless, not just to satisfy my need for affection.

  We walk together, hand in hand, inside the theatre to the concessions counter where Rhys orders a large popcorn and a drink for us to share, then we make our way to our auditorium. There are only a few other people in the theatre so Rhys brings us to the very top where there isn't anyone sitting.