by R Holmes
"You're with her now, Rhys?" Mara scoffs next to us.
He breaks free from our kiss and looks at Mara. "Are you fucking slow or do you just really not see that no one wants you around? Fuck off, Mara."
Her eyes fill with tears, and she turns and runs off. The crowd disbands and then it’s like it never happened. Way more anticlimactic than I expected, but damn it feels good to finally give Mara a taste of her own medicine.
"Not gonna lie, that was hot as fuck." Rhys grins, then pulls me closer against him. All of him, especially the hardness that digs into my stomach.
"Wait, did that seriously make your dick hard?" I giggle.
"You have no idea what that just did to me. I'm so proud of you, little lamb."
"How about we ditch this party and you take me home and show me just what I did?"
And he does. He spends the rest of the night worshipping my body in ways I could never have imagined. This new Valentina is here to stay.
There are a lot of days in your high school career that probably rank high on the "Days That Suck" list. But Parents’ Day? It's at the fucking top.
One day out of the entire year where parents and siblings are invited into St. Augustine with welcome arms to visit their children, tour the school, and see what their kid has accomplished all year. Essentially, it's an excuse for St. Augustine to show off the hard earned money that the parents have paid and for the parents to flaunt that money around. It's the worst day of the entire year, and not just because I don't have a family to visit. Mostly because I have to endure the amount of fake, entitled, rich parents of half of the fuckers I can't stand to be in the same room with. St. Augustine is crawling with them.
"Rhys?" Valentina's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"Sorry, I zoned out. What?"
She stands across the dorm from me, in front of the floor-length mirror, fixing, then refining her hair for the tenth time. She’s changed no less than five times, but ultimately decided on a black skirt and cream blouse, with a pair of heels that give her five inches. I can tell she's nervous. But she looks beautiful, and I’ve told her each time she’s changed. I don't get up from my position sprawled out on her bed, instead, I watch her as she peers at her reflection.
"I said, I want you to come with me to see my dad and Victoria."
Fuck. Me.
“Babe, I think your parents might keel over and die the second they see that you’ve fallen for the bad boy.”
She walks over to the bed and climbs into my lap, straddling me.
“Fallen, have I?” Her lips curl into a playful grin. The lips that were just wrapped around my cock less than an hour ago, until I came down her throat, like the bad, dirty girl that she is. The thing is, no one knows the way that Valentina is with me. From the outside looking in, she’s the good girl. The prim and proper one. That gets straight A’s, has a four point zero GPA, and volunteers at the homeless shelter on her free days. At the beginning, it was what I resented the most about her, the fact that she was so different from everyone else, but now? Now, I can’t get enough of the wild, carefree vixen that rides my cock like a pro and then cuddles up to me and immediately falls asleep afterward. Walking down the hallways at school, she will shoot me a look that’s full of promise for what’s to come later.
Except she knows me, and she knows I’m not going to wait, which means I always find a way to get her pinned against the wall of a broom closet, eating her pussy in between her calculus and Latin classes until she screams my name loud enough for everyone in the entire building to hear.
“Are you taunting me, little lamb?” I ask as I grip the back of her neck and pull her down to me. Her lips hover over mine in a teasing way that’s surely going to get her ass spanked later. If she didn’t just spend over an hour putting on all of that unnecessary makeup, then I would kiss her until the red she painted on her lips was smeared everywhere and she looked thoroughly fucked.
When I go to kiss her, she swats me away. “Stop it. They’ll be here in thirty minutes. Behave. Seriously, Rhys, I want you to meet them. I don’t care what they think. I want them to know that I’m a reformed good girl now.”
I throw my head back and laugh before I can stop myself. I find myself doing that a lot in her presence, smiling and laughing genuinely. The fucked-up part of me tells me to run every chance I get before she can leave. Before she can rip my heart out and carry it with her, leaving me broken and hollow. I think she can feel whenever I go through a moment of doubt, and she cuddles in closer and whispers how happy I make her, and how no one else comes close to how I make her feel. It’s enough to pull me back from the demons that threaten to pull me under.
“Yeah, a real rebel you are,” I tease.
Leaning down, she licks at my ear lobe and takes a bite. “Pretty sure I was giving you the best blow job of your life an hour ago and you were quite happy with the outcome.” She grinds herself against my cock that’s now hard as fuck thanks to her little tease.
“Will it make you happy if I do it?”
She nods.
“Fine. But when they take away your trust fund and try to put a chastity belt on you, don’t say I didn’t tell you so, baby.”
“I love when you call me baby,” she says breathily, her voice full of need.
“Baby.” I bring my lips to the column of her neck and kiss there. “Baby.” I kiss lower. “Baby.” I suck the sensitive flesh into my mouth to leave a mark. “Baby,” whispering against the skin of her tits.
The moan that leaves her lips is so fucking sweet I want to bottle it up and keep it forever, on replay. Valentina Carmichael makes me a simp and a caveman all at the same time. Each time she grinds down on me, more chunks of rational thought fly out the window. If we continue, then we will never make it out of here, and I think her parents would probably come looking for us.
“Okay, let’s go.” I pick her up and put her on her feet, away from my touch, as hard as it is. I have to adjust myself so I don’t walk out of here with my dick on display.
“You ready?” she asks.
Am I? Fuck no. I am not meet-the-parents material and the entire thing intimidates the fuck out of me. But, if it makes her happy I’ll do it. I’ll do anything she wants if in the end it makes her happy and gives me the smile that is reserved solely for me.
“As ever.”
The quad is full of students dressed to the nines in their suits and shiny loafers and dresses. Parents walking around with stars in their eyes. If they only knew what went on at St. Augustine Catholic Academy when the lights went down and their precious nuns went to sleep. The quad is set up with different tables to represent the different clubs and organizations within the school. Honors society, art club, chess club. Each one showing off their achievements for the year.
“Shit, they’re here,” she whispers, gripping my hand tighter. Any tighter and she’s going to break my hand. Her soft palm is clammy in my own, and I wish I could say I wasn’t as nervous as she is. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I was nervous for something. Of all the firsts I’ve begun to experience with Valentina, this one is the one that makes me fucking nervous.
A tall man, with dark hair and wearing a light gray suit, walks toward us with a dark-haired woman on his arm. Her face is completely frozen and tight, and it’s obviously from Botox. Her lips are overfilled and so plastic, I cringe inwardly. Obviously, this is Victoria, her stepmonster. As they walk over to us, Valentina steps closer to me, instinctively tightening her hand.
"Valentina!" Victoria screeches when they finally make it over to us. She all but rips her away from my hold and pulls her into a hug. It seems almost genuine, surprising me from what I've learned of her so far.
"Hi, Victoria. Hi, Dad." She gives her dad a small hug, then steps back by my side.
"And who is this?" Victoria eyes me up and down, then back again. Her features are so plastic, I can't read them.
"This is Rhys… My, uhm…" She pauses, clearing her throat.
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sp; Before she can continue, I speak up, answering for her. "Her boyfriend. Nice to meet you, Mr. And Mrs. Carmichael." I hold my hand out for her father to shake, and he does, oddly not with disdain as I expected.
"Pleasure, son."
Victoria looks at me momentarily before sticking out her hand to shake. It's adorned with long, bright pink nails.
"Charmed."
We stand in awkward silence for a few seconds before Valentina speaks up. “Thanks for coming. I wasn’t expecting you, so I was really surprised with Victoria’s message.”
Her dad nods. “I have been pretty swamped at the office, and Vic has been working on a few important things for the charity society, right, love?” He looks at her lovingly, and she smiles, which looks a lot like a grimace. I can’t understand the dynamic between the two of them, it seems like night and day.
“Right. So, are we going to dinner? We have a free pass for the night,” Val asks, lacing her fingers with my own again.
“Absolutely, I’ve made a reservation at Mariotti’s. Will Rhys be joining us?”
Val looks up at me in question, and I shrug. “Sure, if you all would have me.”
Victoria laughs at that. “Of course, why wouldn’t we, Rhys? We’re just glad that Valentina has found someone.” The fakeness of her words drips and I feel Valentina tense next to me.
“Perfect. We’ll head back to the hotel to freshen up and we can be here to pick you both up around six.” Her dad smiles warmly and grabs Victoria’s hand.
“See you then, Dad.”
They hug her goodbye, then walk away toward the parking lot. I’m still shocked she hasn’t told them about Harvard. She’s known for weeks, and after the initial conversation with her father, she never brought it up again. I know it’s because she doesn’t want to feel the pain of her father and stepmother not being proud of her accomplishments, but fuck, how can you not be proud of your kid’s acceptance into the most prestigious school in the country?
“That went well,” she says as we’re walking back to her dorm, still holding hands and walking side by side.
“They didn’t rip you away from me and demand me to stay away, so I’d say so. They should protect their daughter from such an unholy wreck of a man.” I grin.
She laughs. “They loved you. I can tell.”
"Oh, God," Valentina cries as she slams down on my cock. Her nails sink into my skin, leaving small crescent-shaped wounds in their wake. She's completely uninhibited as she rides me and it's the most beautiful sight I've ever fucking seen. Nothing compares.
I lift up to suck her nipple into my mouth and she moans, threading her hands through my hair and pushing her chest against my mouth. Fuck, she's perfect.
"More, I need more," she breathes.
I lift her up and flip her over until she's on her knees in front of me, face down and ass up. She moans into the mattress when I spank her and grab my hands full of her pert ass, pulling her toward me. Her ass is perfection. Just the right amount for my hands.
"I'll never get enough of this. Your ass. You." I groan and spit on her pussy, priming her for my cock. It’s a piece of fucking heaven watching my saliva coat her pussy lips and dripping down to her clit. Erotic. I shudder as I line up with her entrance and sink back inside of her from behind. She's even tighter this way, squeezing my cock like a vice. So fucking tight. My hands grasp tightly onto her hips as I pound inside of her in punishing thrusts. Each thrust harder than the one before. So deep, I feel my cock bottom out inside of her.
"Rhys…" she moans. Her hands grip onto the sheets beneath her. I fuck her so hard, she scoots up on the bed with each thrust. My hands leave her hips to lace them in her long, dark hair and pull her up toward me so I can kiss her nape and suck the sensitive spot on her neck that she loves.
Valentina might be prim and proper, but my girl likes it rough. She likes when I push her limits and send her over the edge by testing the boundaries. I wrap my hand around her throat from behind and use it as leverage as I fuck her.
I feel the tingle in the base of my spine, and I know I have to get her there so we can come together. Using my free hand, I bring my fingers to rub against her clit, and she pushes back against my thrusts.
"Remember, it's me who brings you this pleasure. Don't ever fucking forget," I grunt in her ear as I thrust into her. "Me. No one else." She falls apart like putty in my hands, her pussy squeezing my cock so tight, I thrust deep and come, over and over I fill her, mark her, make her mine forever. Her pussy milks my cock until there's nothing left. Her orgasm fades, and slowly she comes down from the high we chased together. I fall to the bed next to her and gather her into my arms, where she sighs sleepily into the crook of my neck as she's draped across me.
"It just keeps getting better and better," she breathes.
"It's never been like this… you know, before." I don't elaborate, but I want her to know that even though I've been with girls before her, none of them matter. No one holds a candle to her.
"Hmm."
"I mean it, little lamb. You're it for me."
My honesty surprises her because she lifts her head and stares at me intently.
"Are you getting soft on me, Rhys Blackwood, fallen angel of St. Augustine?"
This girl.
I roll my eyes and bend down to nip at her lips.
"Are you nervous? About dinner with your parents?"
She lays back down and starts drawing circles with her finger on my chest, absentmindedly. "A little. I just feel like there's so much that I need to say and I don't know how to say it. I have no desire to even tell them I got into Harvard. I’ve known for a while now and have yet to pick up the phone to call them. I just can't. I wasn't even expecting them to show up here for Parents’ Day."
I nod.
"It's like I'm just so angry at my dad and resentful toward Victoria for everything that's happened, I don't know how we can possibly come back from this. And I don't want you to have to witness any of our shit either."
"Hey, look at me," I tell her, then bring my thumb to grasp her chin, forcing her eyes to mine. "You are fucking strong. You are stronger than anyone else that I know. It'll work out. Between you and your dad and Victoria."
She doesn't say anything, but continues the circles on my chest.
"Thank you, Rhys. For being here." I squeeze her tighter in response. I'm not fucking good with words and feelings and shit, so I worry that sometimes I fail her in that aspect, but I just hope she understands what she means to me.
Later, after she's gotten ready and I had a chance to go back to my dorm and change into slacks and a button-down—black, of course—her parents pick us up and we ride together into town. Her stepmom is wearing a too short, too tight, pink dress with black stilettos that make her look ridiculous, but her dad is dressed conservatively in a simple sports jacket and shirt and tie. It once again makes me wonder about the dynamic between the two of them.
The entire ride into town, Valentina clutches my hand tightly as she stares out the window. There's no small talk between her and her father or Victoria, further proving the strained relationship between them. The silence is tense and awkward, and I feel like an outsider as I sit back and watch it. I see things through the outsider perspective and I just hope for Valentina's sake that her father tries to make things right between them. We pull into the restaurant on the outskirts of the city. A small family-owned Italian place that is famous for their sauce and garlic noodles. It's the kind of place where you don't get a table unless you pay a fucking ridiculous amount for it, or know someone to get you in. Even family-owned, this town is famous for the patriarchy of popularity. I'm surprised he was even able to get a reservation.
The maître d’ at the front greets us warmly.
"Hi, Carmichael reservation for seven o'clock," her dad tells him.
The man looks down at his list, then confirms we do indeed have a reservation and takes us to the table. The place itself is quaint, but gorgeous. There are hundreds of
white candles surrounding the building, providing most of the lighting and casting an ambient glow around the room. It's intimate and sophisticated. The table we're led to is in the back right corner, secluded, and I'm thankful for the quiet, private space. I pull the chair out for Valentina, and then take the seat next to her, across from her parents.
When the waiter comes to take our drink orders, I order water and she orders the same. Still, silence between the three of them. It's so thick, you could cut it with a knife. After a few moments, I clear my throat and her dad looks uncomfortable as I feel.
"So, Valentina, how are things with school? Your grades?" her dad asks.
"Things are fine. I still have a four point oh."
No mention of Harvard.
"What about you, Rhys? Tell us about yourself." Victoria chimes in with her frozen-in-place lips.
"Uh, yeah I have a four point zero as well. I'm on the hockey team. We spend a lot of time working out and preparing for the season, so I don't really have any time for extracurriculars with my training schedule and class load."
Victoria scoffs. "Wow, that's impressive. I can see that you spend a lot of time in the gym. I try and tell Valentina how important it is to keep her diet under control, but you see how well that's going."
Valentina freezes beside me and I will myself to calm down. I can't very well lose my shit on them the first time I meet them, not for her sake, anyway. Fuck, I want her to be happy, but why does this woman feel the need to belittle her and constantly try and bring her confidence down? I try to quell the anger inside of me and remind myself that this is Valentina’s fight, not mine. Placing my hand on her thigh under the table, I squeeze lightly, offering reassurance.
"I got into Harvard," Valentina says from beside me. Her voice is cold and detached, and it makes the anger welling inside even more prominent. This should be something she's fucking happy about, not getting it off her chest because she can't stand to hold it in any longer.
"You did?" Her dad looks shocked. Victoria looks bored.
