Savage Lessons: A Reverse Harem High School Bully Romance (Vicious Boys of Marter High Book 1)

by Elle East

  “Really?” he asks excitedly. “It’s hard to find people like that around here.”

  “I’ve loved to read ever since I was a kid. What’s your favorite book?” I ask.

  We proceed to have a long and in-depth discussion about books—which is so inappropriate because I’m still half naked, but Alec gives me his coat. The coat is way more comfortable than my dress. It’s large and warm and smells like oranges and musk and I sink into it as we talk.

  I almost forget where we are. The dingy little room, lit only by a cellphone, fades away and there’s just the two of us. Alec is incredibly knowledgeable about books and I can’t deny that it’s hot as hell to see him this passionate about something.

  After a while the light on his phone changes and we look down to see he’s gotten a text from Daire, and we are brought crashing back into reality.

  Daire: Cops made it inside. They are clearing it out. Stay where you are.

  I breathe out a sigh of relief. I may end up getting arrested, but at least I won’t get stabbed or shot.

  “Thank you,” I tell Alec.

  “For what?”

  “Saving my life.”

  He leans in close. “Don’t mention it, Highness.”

  “Don’t call me that.” I hate that nickname and I hate how much it reminds me of Brax.

  “What should I call you then?” he asks seductively.

  “Addison.”

  He laughs and says, “Ok, Addison.” He makes my name sound so sexy.

  I look down at his phone again and the time says 1:10 a.m. What a way to spend your eighteenth birthday, hiding in a janitor’s closet, half-naked, with a guy you couldn’t stand a couple weeks ago, while the cops search the abandoned mall where you were just partying.

  “Happy Birthday to me,” I say softly.

  “Hmm?” he purrs.

  “It’s my birthday today.”

  “Well, Happy Birthday, Addison. What would you like as a present?”

  I open my mouth, but I’m unsure if I should ask for what I really want. Another text from Daire comes in.

  Daire: This is going to take a while. Don’t move. They are looking everywhere and will find the stairwell

  Then we are plunged into darkness.

  “Have to save the battery,” Alec says.

  I quickly get lost in the dark and don’t know where I am in relation to his body.

  “What should we do to pass the time?” he asks softly, right against my lips.

  There’s a hair’s breadth between us. If either of us makes even the smallest movement, then our lips would meet.

  “I don’t know,” I whisper back and then we are kissing.

  19

  I don’t know who starts it, but it doesn’t matter.

  His lips feel amazing pressed against mine. He’s skilled and yet wild.

  He kisses like he dances—and I wonder if he fucks that way too. He knows just how much pressure, just how much to tease me, how much to give and how much to take, to make me feel butterflies in my stomach.

  I’m incredibly attracted to Alec, and this is one of the best kisses of my life, but it doesn’t feel the same as when I kissed Brax.

  I’m not falling for Brax, I try to convince myself, and I’m kissing Alec to prove it.

  I grab on to his shoulders and attack his mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat and grabs my hips and guides me so that I’m straddling him. He slides his skilled hands up my thighs. Soon he’s cupping my ass and I can’t help but grind into him.

  We both groan simultaneously, and attack each other’s mouths with renewed intensity. My hands move from his shoulders to tangle in his stiff hair. I’m undoing his slicked-back style and can feel his hair is sticking out at weird angles—but he couldn’t care less right now.

  He massages my ass and I grind against him. I’m very aware that I’m only in my underwear and a coat, while he is fully clothed. This is like on the dance floor when he put his thigh between mine and ground me on it, except this time there’s even less clothing between us. Beneath his rough jeans I can feel he’s rock hard.

  Our tongues dance and he leans back very slightly and bites me gently on my bottom lip. I don’t expect it and let out a loud moan, completely forgetting that we are supposed to be hiding.

  “Shhh,” he murmurs against my lips and then kisses me so deeply that I see stars in the dark.

  He pushes the coat off my shoulders and it falls to the floor with a thud—because of the gun. I’m momentarily distracted thinking about the weapon, but he easily brings my attention back to him by running his warm hands up my back, making me shiver.

  He unhooks my bra expertly and slides it down my arms. He tosses it on the floor, forgotten. In the pitch black we can’t see each other, can only feel. I feel that my tits are in front of his face—and that’s confirmed when he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks.

  I let out the loudest moan that anyone has ever uttered before. Instantly his hand is covering my mouth.

  “Shut the hell up,” he whispers, but then sucks on my sensitive nipple in a way he knows will cause me to moan and writhe—and he’s right.

  I practically scream against his palm, which feels as hard as sheet metal against my face. He’s wicked. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He switches to the other nipple and the one he just left puckers as the air cools the spit he left behind.

  I never thought I’d be into this, but his hand on my mouth forcing me to be quiet, making it so I can barely breathe, is so hot and wrong that I’m so wet I’m sure he can feel it through his jeans. Even him telling me to shut up was sexy.

  He takes his lips off my nipples and brings my face down next to his—but doesn’t take his hand away. He whispers in my ear, “If I remove my hand, will you promise to be good?”

  I nod, before realizing that I don’t really want him to take it away. He removes it and I can breathe properly again. He leans back and I feel him take off his thin sweater. I surge against him, pressing desperately into his body. I want to feel his hard, bare chest against mine.

  He pushes me down on the couch and then gets on top of me, his hips positioned between my legs. He grabs my hips and then roughly grinds his crotch against mine. Our lips slam back together to continue their dance. He’s so hard it must be painful for him to still be wearing jeans.

  This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. Being in the dark is giving me the freedom to do whatever I want. I don’t have to be the formerly rich and privileged Addison. I don’t have to be myself at all. I can just let go and give in to the sensations of a ridiculously sexy guy between my legs.

  The thought suddenly enters my mind that in the dark, he could be anyone. He could be Brax. He could be Daire. I am not thinking about that right now.

  I reach over to turn on my cellphone.

  “What are you doing?” Alec asks against my neck. “Filming it? I’m all right with that.”

  “No! I’m turning on the light.” I roll my eyes.

  I turn on the flashlight and we are temporarily blinded. I quickly turn down the brightness to the minimum and place it on the table. The room is now illuminated in a very soft glow and I can clearly see who’s between my legs right now.

  He looks cute with his messed up hair and bedroom eyes. He gets off me and leans back on his knees. He grips my panties in both hands and slowly starts pulling them down. My hips shoot up to help him and he smirks and licks his lips.

  He tosses them to the ground and then comes back to hover over me. I run my hands over the bunched muscles in his back and then pull him close.

  We start kissing again. Our lips glide together like a choreographed dance. His one hand is fumbling around for something in the pocket of his pants, but I’m too distracted by what the rest of his body is doing to care. He finally pulls out a condom, and that’s when it really sinks in that we are going to have sex.

  I’m not a virgin or a prude. I’ve slept with a couple guys in my life, the latest
one being my ex Warren, but realizing that we are going to fuck in this little shoe box while we hide from the police just seems wrong—and that’s what makes it so hot.

  I know a part of me is doing this to convince myself that I don’t have feelings for Brax, but I don’t care. I’m going to fuck Alec because he’s super hot and out of all the Vicious Crew he’s always been the nicest to me—and, most importantly, because I want to.

  He sees that I see the condom and when I grab him and pull him back to me, that’s all the confirmation he needs that I want it too.

  He unzips his pants and his cock finally springs free. I look at it and my mouth waters. Suddenly, the joke he made about his gun—the one about it not being about the size but about how you use it—comes back to me and I realize that he doesn’t have to worry about how he uses it. He is very well endowed.

  He brings up the condom and rips open the package with his teeth. He puts it on with one hand while he uses the other to balance over me. He continues kissing me. I wrap my thighs around his hips, a clear invitation. I want this so badly.

  Suddenly, he puts his hand over my mouth again.

  I can feel him at my entrance. He pushes very slightly so just the barest tip of him is inside me, and it makes me crave more. I want to beg him to fill me up, but I can’t speak.

  He’s holding me so I can barely move, but I try to pull him closer with my nails in his back. I just end up scratching him and he hisses.

  He leans down and whispers in my ear, “You need to be quiet. Can I trust you not to make a sound?”

  I shake my head that he can’t trust me. I don’t want him to take his hand away.

  “You’re so naughty, so bad,” he whispers evilly. “I should punish you.”

  I moan against his palm as he slowly starts sliding into me. He’s larger than any other guy I’ve been with, but I’m so turned on that it doesn’t hurt. There’s the delicious stretching feeling and the pleasant ache that starts building inside me.

  He kisses my neck with little bites mixed in. I can’t do much but scratch his back—which he seems to like. After an excruciatingly exquisite eternity, he’s fully inside.

  I want more—and the next second he gives it to me. He starts fucking me.

  The first couple strokes are slow, letting me get used to it—but he doesn’t give me much time and quickly starts thrusting into me rough and fast. I cling on for dear life as his hips piston in and out of me.

  Suddenly, we hear noises in the stairwell and we both freeze. The police finally found it and are coming up. Fuck.

  We don’t move a muscle, Alec still buried completely inside me.

  “Shhhh,” he whispers in my ear, then clamps his hand down on my mouth even harder and starts moving his hips again.

  My eyes bulge wide. There are cops on the other side of the door! We can hear them coming down the hall, trying to open each door as they go. They’re yelling, “OPEN UP!”, but we know no one is hiding up here but us. They are coming closer. What is Alec thinking?

  He’s moving inside me slowly so that we aren’t making any noise, but just knowing we are so close to getting caught is turning me on more than I ever thought possible.

  The police try to open our door. They violently rattle the handle for a bit and yell for us to come out—and the whole time Alec doesn’t stop fucking me.

  They give up eventually and leave. I hear one of them say into his walkie talkie that this area is cleared and there’s no one up here.

  The second we hear the door to the stairwell click shut behind the officers, Alec starts fucking me again in earnest. Each movement of his body rubs against my clit and the pleasure inside me builds quickly—quicker than it ever has before and almost immediately I’m on the edge and staring at the black space beyond.

  I’ve only had an orgasm a couple of times with partners and it was always when I was touching myself. I’ve never cum from sex before and I’m shocked to realize it’s about to happen.

  He starts whispering sweet and dirty and nasty things in my ear. His words are my undoing and they fling me over the edge.

  I start convulsing and clamp down on him so hard that if I was capable of thinking rationally at this moment I’d be worried about breaking him. I scream my pleasure into his hand.

  He swears and then groans against my neck as he spills himself inside of me.

  We cling to each other as we both come down. There are stars behind my closed eyes that slowly dissipate. His hips jerk against me a couple more times before they stop.

  He takes his hand off my mouth and I can finally breathe properly. We just lay there for a couple moments, just catching our breaths and coming back to ourselves.

  Eventually, he leans back and sits up. After having him on top of me for so long, I now feel cold when he’s gone. He takes off the condom and ties it in a knot before tossing it into a bin on the other side of the room.

  He sits back, his large cock still pointing out of his pants, and says in awe, “Wooow. That was so fucking good.”

  I smile and agree, before I sit up and start looking for my clothes on the ground.

  “Usually I have pretty good stamina, but damn, you came so quickly and so hard that I just couldn’t hold it back. I had to cum with you.”

  “No complaints here,” I say as I pull on my bra.

  “Was that a good birthday present?”

  I laugh and look back at him. He looks a bit vulnerable and that he’s fishing for reassurance so I say truthfully, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  He gets the smuggest look on his face and I almost wish I hadn’t told him—almost.

  I quickly get dressed and then turn on the light, which I feel comfortable having on again—I guess that orgasm relaxed me. I sit down next to Alec on the couch and we wait.

  It’s a bit awkward. We aren’t sure how to act around each other now so we sit in silence and then both of us start texting after a bit.

  I hated Alec at first because he was a part of the Vicious Crew, but over time I’ve come to realize he’s not that bad. He’s always been the nicest to me out of all of them. I always thought he was hot, but I didn’t have a crush on him or anything. But after the amazing sex we just had, I don’t know how I feel. Can two people connect like that physically if there’s nothing there emotionally?

  Part of the reason I slept with him was to get over Brax, but now I just feel more confused than ever. Damn it.

  “Daire just texted me,” Alec says suddenly and makes me jump. “He says the police have finished clearing the building and are starting to leave.”

  “Thank god,” I whisper. I’m exhausted and just want to go home and go to bed. “Should we leave now?

  ”“Not yet. We’ll give them a few more minutes to be safe.”

  I lean back to continue waiting. Olivia had texted me saying that she got home. I text her that we are about to leave, but she doesn’t text back. She probably fell asleep. Typical.

  After waiting an impossibly long time—but in reality is only twenty -ive minutes—Alec says it’s time to go. I spring to my feet and rush for the door.

  The two of us walk down the stairs and into the main area, which is an absolute mess. There’s smashed glass and garbage everywhere. It looks so empty after being filled with people just a couple of hours ago.

  We quickly walk out a side door and into the chilly air. There’s only two cars left in the entire parking lot. One of them is Alec’s and we see a person leaning against it. As we get closer ,I realize it’s Daire.

  His arms are crossed and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

  “What have you guys been doing to pass the time?” he asks in a cold voice.

  “Nothing,” Alec and I both say too quickly.

  I look over at Alec and realize he looks like we just had sex. His hair is still messed up ,and he has red lipstick smeared around his mouth, even though he’s wiped most of it off—and I realize I probably don’t look much better.

  Dai
re gives Alec a deadly look and I wonder what’s going on. We are able to make our own decisions about who we sleep with, it’s none of his business. And why would he care, anyway? But the way he’s looking at Alec, well, I wouldn’t want to be Alec right now.

  Daire eventually moves and walks back to his own expensive SUV without a word and takes off. We get into Alec’s car and he drives me home. We don’t say anything the entire way.

  20

  After that, the Vicious Crew start avoiding me. I should be happy about it because it’s exactly what I wanted ever since I got to Marter High. I’ll admit that life is a lot less stressful without them.

  My life now consists of going to school and going home, and that’s it. The other students start bullying me a bit more again now that I don’t have the Vicious Crew hanging around me all the time, but it’s not unbearable like it was when I first started—and I keep wearing my new “Marter clothes” so that helps too.

  The first couple days it’s nice to have a break from all the drama and I’m actually enjoying it, but after that it just feels… boring. I’ve gotten used to the constant excitement. I’ve gotten used to always being a little bit on edge and unsure of what’s going to happen next. It gave me something to pay attention to, something to distract me from everything that had happened to me.

  When I was with the Vicious Crew I didn’t have time to think about my parents who abandoned me without a word. I didn’t have time to think about my sister who was going down a bad path. I didn’t have time to think about how my future had gone up in flames and how I’m penniless and will probably never go to college. There was no time to think about any of that before, but now there is—and it sucks.

  I didn’t realize I had started to crave them until they were gone. It was like an insidious disease that had grown quietly and slowly.

  After five days, I crack.

  Brax has been haunting the foster house like a ghost. I know he’s there, but I barely see him. On the fifth day I manage to corner him on the back porch when he goes out for a smoke. I’m very aware that this is where we kissed, and I wonder if he’s thinking about it too—I find myself hoping that he is.