by Ivy Fox
“Fuck!” I wail, giving in to the sensation and just letting him take the wheel of my desire.
If sucking cock had its own award show, I’d gladly nominate Princess and Boy Scout to receive their individual trophies. The way they both lavish my body with attention would make any man fall to their knees for them. And I have. Many, many times.
But I’ll never tire of seeing them on theirs for me.
My green-eyed boy relaxes his throat and takes me deep inside until I can almost see the ridge of my cock hit his Adam’s apple.
Goddamn it! If he keeps that up, I’ll cum like a chump.
I tug at the tie above me, wanting to weave my fingers through his hair and control our tempo, but something tells me that’s the whole point of tying my ass up. This way Boy Scout controls the whole show and does whatever he wants to me. And right now, what he wants is to milk me dry and get it on camera.
Suddenly I hear the gym doors swing open, a score of kids laughing and talking animatedly as they rush inside. My gaze falls to the blond Adonis on his knees, but the fucker doesn’t look like he’s going to let up, no matter who sees us. With one hand on my ass, his other starts to fondle my balls, only adding to my torment. It’s fucking too much, and I’m so close to cumming that I don’t even care anymore if we get caught either. Maybe they’ll learn a lesson or two about giving the world’s best blowjob.
With the sound of sneakers squeaking down the basketball court, music playing from someone’s phone, and a bunch of kids laughing away their last day of school, our little sex tape just got a lot more hazardous to pull off.
“Fuck!” I gasp when Boy Scout pierces his nails through my skin, bringing my attention off our would-be audience and back to him.
Not wanting to piss him off any further or risk giving away our hidden position, my gaze remains fixed on him and him alone. Not that I mind. I could get lost in his green meadows for an eternity. Now that he knows he’s got my attention, Boy Scout goes all in, pulling out all the stops to have me cumming within minutes. After he’s swallowed every last drop of me, he stands up straight and kisses me so brutishly and possessively it has my black heart thumping rapidly in my chest. He then breaks away, his temple kissing mine as we both catch our breath.
“I love you,” he whispers softly, caressing my cheek.
“I love you, too,” I confess, my voice thick and low.
Long gone are the days that we were afraid to say these words to each other. Now all it takes is one look, one tender caress, one sweet kiss, and we’re confessing our undying love for each other.
“I’m going to miss the fuck out of you,” I add, already dreading the next thirty-odd days that he’s gone.
“Hence the sex tape.” He smiles wickedly, stepping away from me to watch his masterpiece.
“What?” I ask when his smile falls to the floor.
“I forgot to press record,” he mutters, scowling at his phone.
I can’t help but laugh at his disappointment.
“Look on the bright side, Blondie. It just means we have to do this all over again. Do you see me complaining?” His eyes sparkle at that. “Now fucking untie me already before some freshmen see my junk and get an inferiority complex.”
With a Cheshire Cat grin stretched on his lips, he unties me and fixes his tie back around his neck.
“You know? When I first started at this school, I used to hate these fucking things,” I explain, tugging at the end of his tie. “Now, I don’t mind them so much. They do have their advantages.”
“That they do,” he says absentmindedly, looking at an incoming text he just got on his phone. He then proceeds to quickly put it back in his pocket, grabbing my hand and pulling us out from under the bleachers like somebody lit a fire under his ass.
“Where are we going now?” I laugh, trying to keep up with his fast strides.
“Elle just texted that she cut class too and is in the library waiting for us. Hurry up. This video gets done today.”
My head falls back in laughter at his excitement at getting his dick wet. But when my own starts to swell at the idea of my cock being swallowed up by Elle’s soaked cunt while she deep throats Boy Scout, I’m the one who starts picking up the pace. The only thing that stops me cold in my tracks is a familiar sight that I thought was over and done with a long time ago.
“What’s wrong?” my boyfriend asks, concerned when he witnesses my sneer.
I tilt my chin in the direction of the eyesore down the hall, leaning against some lockers. Lace Manning has her claws all over Reid while Kim Carothers has her dirty paws on his junk.
“Motherfucker!” I growl before marching over to the asshole who is about to get to third base with two girls where anyone could catch him.
And when I say anyone, I mean Maya. She’s the only person that I care enough about not seeing this shit.
“Saint,” Boy Scout pleas behind me, already knowing where my head is at.
Not that it will make any difference. This fickle-ass motherfucker needs to learn a lesson about not playing around with girls’ hearts. Especially a girl who I consider to be family. I slap Kim’s greedy hands off him first and then push Lace away from her favorite boy toy.
“Hey!” they both squeal in aggravation.
“Boy Scout, deal with the skanks while I have a one-on-one with this asshole.”
To his credit, Reid doesn’t put up a fight as I pull on his collar and drag his ass to the first empty classroom I can find. I push him in, the prick almost falling on his ass before he finds his balance against the large teacher’s desk at the front of the room.
“What do you want, Saint?” he questions with no emotion whatsoever.
His apathetic demeanor has me pinching the bridge of my nose just to keep myself from breaking this jerk’s jaw.
“What do I want? What do I want?! How about a fucking explanation? What the fuck were you just doing in the hallway with those two bitches?”
“Do you need me to get you a book on foreplay? If I do, then Elle is one unlucky lady. Or are you banging Chad now? I can’t keep up these days. And you know what? I really don’t want to.”
“Look, you pompous prick, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but that shit ends today! You feel me?”
He pushes my chest away, the first sign that he’s not as unaffected as he looks.
“I do what I want, when I want. I’m so fucking tired of everyone telling me what to do. It’s my life!” he shouts, punching his chest for effect.
“Well, your fucking life is over if I see you sniffing around Maya again. You want skanks on your dick, that’s fine. Your call. But don’t you dare fuck around with Maya ever again if you can’t keep your needle dick in your pants.”
“Maya?” He laughs bitterly. “That’s old news, Saint. Didn’t you hear? Me and Maya are done. Been done for a while now. Sorry you didn’t get the memo.”
I get in his face and growl, wanting nothing more than to bash his pretty little face in. But as his eyes meet mine, I’m forced to take a step back when I see that his are dilated as fuck. There is no denying that he’s on something, and it sure as shit isn’t anything you can buy from a weed shop. Reid is as high as a kite, and whatever scare tactic I use on him now will be forgotten the minute it wears off.
I can’t fucking believe this shit.
After the hell Maya has gone through with her junkie parents, this asshole had to show up in her life and fuck with it some more.
“You know what, Reid? For your sake, it better be true that you and Maya are over because she sure as hell deserves better than you.”
The words have barely left my lips when he dives for me, swinging and missing like the dipshit he is. On reflex, I elbow him in the gut before my fist meets his face and sends him flying onto the whiteboard. I don’t even have the energy to finish the job since it’s not a fair fight. On his game, Reid could have given me a run for my money. I’ve trained
with him enough over the last three years in the gym and in the water to know he could take me on if he wanted to. But that means shit if he’s high off his rocker. He barely can keep standing, much less get one over on me.
Proving my point, Reid slides down the wall until his ass is firmly sitting on the tile floor. He wipes the blood from the cut I left on his lip with the back of his hand and raises his knees to his chest. I go to my haunches and pin him with my glacial stare—the very one I know he’s fond of using.
“Whatever your damage is, Reid, keep it the fuck away from Maya.”
“Is that a threat?” he spits out.
“Nah. It’s a fucking promise. I see you within five feet of her, I’ll break every bone in your body. And then you can pop all the Oxy and Vicodin that you want because you’re going to need it.”
His brows rise up to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating and trickling down his face. The prick is so full of himself he actually thought I wouldn’t notice.
“You think I don’t know what you’re on? This isn’t my first rodeo, asshole. It’s a rite of passage to know every drug there is when you grow up the way Maya and I did. And if I can tell you’re fucked up, so can she. She doesn’t need another junkie in her life. She needs someone to worry about her, not the other way around.”
“It kind of feels like you already have that spot covered,” he sneers, throwing daggers at me with his cold blue eyes.
“That’s right, I do. Until the right guy comes along who can man up and do the job for me, you bet your ass I’ll be the one standing in her corner. For a second there, I thought maybe you could take my place, but now I see you’re just another entitled Pembroke rich kid with no fucking heart and even less brain cells.”
I stand back up, the sight of his aloofness toward what I said only serving to piss me off further.
“Everything okay in here?” Boy Scout asks, now standing at the door, his concerned gaze bouncing off of me and the asshole on the floor.
“Yeah, everything is fine. I’m done with this piece of trash. Have fun with your skanks, Reid. They are all you deserve anyway.”
Chapter 29
Elle
“You look way too happy for one of the Manning’s back-to-school parties,” Ollie whispers in my ear over the loud dance music, giving me a little nudge with his shoulder.
“Do I?” I smile widely, walking through the crowd of kids, scanning the area to see if my boyfriends have gotten here already.
“Your good mood wouldn’t have anything to do with the key that’s currently burning a hole in your pocket, would it?”
My eyes go wide for a split second at my older brother’s perceptive nature.
“How did you know I brought it with me?” I ask with a giggle.
“The same way I know you’re going to bail on this party the minute Chad and Saint show up to give them a tour of your new apartment.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I smirk. “Rome only allowed me to live there as long as I didn’t bring any boys home with me.”
“And you’ve always been a stickler for the rules, huh, little sis?” Ollie laughs before taking a sip of his beer. “But I get it. When Ash and I bought that place to live with Snow last year, I couldn’t wait for her to see it either. Feels like that was a lifetime ago.”
“Ollie, are you sure you’re okay with me living there?” I ask more seriously. “It’s okay if you guys prefer to move in instead of me. I totally understand the need to start fresh someplace else that isn’t the manor.”
“I know you do, and that’s why the loft is yours. Ever since we came back from the Hamptons, we all see how uncomfortable you are there. The manor doesn’t hold any good memories for you anymore, and it would be selfish of us to try and force you to live with us. We want to see you happy, Elle. And if that means not living under the same roof as us, then so be it. You are happy, aren’t you?”
“I am.” I smile widely, honestly meaning it. “For the first time in my life, I really am happy, Ollie. So much so that sometimes I’m afraid that the other shoe is about to drop and steal it away from me.”
He lets out a long exhale.
“I get that, sis. Our lives haven’t exactly been filled with glitter and rainbows. We got the short end of the stick right from birth. But I think that’s all over now. Rome, Ash, and I have someone who gives us peace when we thought we were unworthy of it. And I think Chad and Saint give that to you, too. Don’t they?”
I nod, suddenly feeling emotional.
“That’s good, Elle. Hold on to them because a love like that doesn’t come often. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime type of deal. Don’t waste another minute being afraid or dwelling on the injustices of the past. If you do, it just steals the shine off the extraordinary gift you’ve been given. Believe me, I know what I’m talking about.”
“I love you, Ollie.”
“Yeah, I know.” He smiles, wrapping his arm over my shoulder to pull me in. “I love you, too. And because I do, I’m going to give you another piece of advice.”
“What’s that?”
“Make sure Rome doesn’t find out about Chad and Saint until you’re thirty. Our older brother is going to have one hell of a hard time letting you go.”
I laugh at that and pretend to punch him in the gut.
“Speaking of which, where is our overbearing, brooding brother? I need to keep tabs on him if I want to sneak out of this god-awful party.”
Ollie tilts his head to the dancefloor, Holland, and Ash dancing up a storm while Rome leans against one of the pillars in the room, his eyes fixed on his love.
“I’m going to do you a solid. I’ll keep Rome entertained so you can sneak out.”
“Really?” I jump ecstatically in place before wrapping my arms around his waist to give him a hug. “You are by far my favorite brother.”
He laughs at that and places a kiss on top of my head before unlatching my grip on him.
“Go on and find your guys and be quick about it. If I know Rome, he’ll want to take us all home soon enough. You know he hates coming to these parties.”
“Yeah, I know. Honestly, I’m not thrilled to be here either, but it’s our senior year and the Manning’s party at the start of the year is a tradition. Having said that, I’m so ready to leave.”
“Well, go on then.” He chuckles, pushing me away.
“Give me thirty minutes, okay, Ollie?”
“You got it. Now go.”
I turn on my heel and take my phone out of my back pocket to text the loves of my life and see where they are held up. When they text back saying they are about five minutes away, I start making my way to the door. I’m almost halfway there when I see the last person who should be at this party walk in.
“Maya?” I rush toward her, looking every which way, hoping Lace is nowhere in sight. “What are you doing here?”
Maya wrings her hands together, looking over my shoulder searching the crowd. Her face is awfully pale, and she has deep rings under her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, instead of telling her what a bad idea it is for her to be here.
During summer break, news got out that the pharmaceutical heiress and the senator’s son got engaged at just eighteen years old. It was all over the tabloids how Reid and Lace were the new it couple. I almost barfed at one particular article where they claimed to be childhood sweethearts who just couldn’t keep their love a secret anymore.
Since Rome spent so much time at the Hurst’s residence, he has his own feelings on the matter. He’s sure the senator must have pressured the big announcement of the engagement to come out over the Fourth of July weekend as a form of damage control on his recently ruined image. With re-election coming up at the end of the year, Senator Hurst had to shift the narrative from his murderous wife and the scandal of Addison not being his legitimate daughter to something more tasteful. Something that the media would be all too happy to eat up.
I guess pleasing his constituents is his first priority and not his own son’s happiness. Although, looking at how frail and heartbroken Maya is, maybe Reid’s engagement is a good thing. Maybe it’s just what she needs to finally move on and forget him once and for all.
“Maya?” I repeat when she doesn’t answer me.
Her eyelids blink once, then twice, as if she’s not here with me.
“Maya!” I shake her, finally getting her attention. “What are you doing here?”
“Have you seen Reid?” she asks in a hopeful tone.
My shoulders instantly slump as to why she decided to crash this party.
And she is crashing.
Not once has an invitation been extended to Maya, and that’s all because Lace and her crew have coined her as persona non grata. Too unfit to even attend Pembroke High, let alone be invited into her home. But everyone knows the real reason behind the animosity. Maya will always be Lace’s competition in regards to Reid’s affections. She might have a diamond ring the size of Texas on her finger, but she’ll never have his heart.
“Come here, Maya,” I say softly, pulling her away from where people can see her and walking her toward the back of the house where the bedrooms are.
“He’s in Lace’s room, isn’t he?”
“I’m not sure. But I haven’t seen either of them for a while,” I reply softly, rubbing her arms to take the sting away.
“It was stupid of me to come here in the first place,” she mutters, her head bowed in defeat.
“Why did you come, Maya? You know no good will come of it if Lace or Kim see you here.”
“I just… I just wanted to see him. Talk to him. Make sense of the mess I made.”
“Maya, you didn’t do anything. This is on him. Not you.”
“I’m not so sure,” she stammers, tears in her eyes.
“What aren’t you telling me? What is it, Maya?”
She claps her hands over her face, tears now streaking down her apple cheeks. Her whole body trembles, which raises my hackles.
