Trinity High: High School Bully Romance

by Savannah Rose

  The slick tip of his cock teases my wet and hyper-sensitive folds. He rubs it against my pussy, squeezing what’s left out of my first orgasm. As if out of control, I lift my head and bite into his shoulder, desperate to get him to react. To get inside me. It does the trick, though I am woefully unprepared for his full length.

  He jerks forward and fills me up. I cry out, but keep my teeth deep enough into his shoulder so as not to let go. The pain tears through my lower abdomen, but I tough it out. Holding my breath, I lift my hips, ever so slightly, prompting Elias to move again. Back and forth. Back and forth…

  The more he moves, the duller the pain until it completely disappears. I tremble as I fold around his cock, amazed by its size and incredible feel. Elias is definitely an addiction, but one I wouldn’t mind succumbing to.

  Before either of us realizes it, he’s pushing and pulling in a perfect rhythm. I welcome every thrust, our movements intensifying as he fucks me, deeper and harder with each second that flies by.

  “Dammit, Kira, you’re a dream… A sweet, perverted fucking dream,” Elias whispers in my ear, pushing and stretching me wider.

  We hold each other tight, as we climb the staircase to some kind of heaven.

  My core contracts as I tighten myself around his pulsating cock. He spears me, over and over, and every move brings me closer to another explosion. This one is devastating when it comes. It catches Elias and me looking into each other’s eyes. Sweat drips from our faces, bodies slick as they dance together between the sheets.

  His soul touches mine, and I hold on with all the strength I can muster. He grunts as he nears his own peak, thrusting almost violently. I enjoy every second of it. I feed on his aggression. I like the roughness of it, especially when love seems to pour out of his eyes like molten lava.

  I come apart, my vision getting hazy, as Elias lets loose and follows me into this other realm.

  He fills me up, and I welcome every drop of him.

  He kisses me, and I taste another universe altogether on his lips.

  He claims me… every single inch of me… and I surrender.

  20

  Elias

  My eyes peel open. Sunlight peeks through the windows.

  I’m in some kind of heaven. My heart is so full, it could explode. My mind… surprisingly clear. My body? Every inch of it soothed and spoiled, as Kira sleeps, sprawling over me. Our legs are entwined. Our souls feel like they’re irreversibly connected.

  Last night was a fucking miracle. Everything I’d hoped for, desires I had kept even from myself… they all came true. It all became a new reality. One I don’t know how I managed to live without for so long.

  Careful not to wake her, I trace the outline of her face. She’s beautiful and broken and so damn perfect, it’s almost unbelievable. She’s also afraid. And hurting. But beneath all that, there’s a lust for life that is impossible to miss. Her passion drove her to excellence, and the thought of never dancing again basically broke her into tiny pieces. I’m fine with helping rebuild her. I’ll put the shards back together, one at a time, much like Japanese potters do with broken ceramics.

  She stirs in my arms, her naked body glued to mine. I remember her gasps… the sound she makes in the throes of an orgasm. I’m her first… is it selfish to want to be her last, too?

  “Elias…” she murmurs, her head resting on my chest.

  I run a hand up her back, my fingers following the deep trace of her spine. “Hm?”

  “Is this real?” she asks, slowly lifting her head.

  Our eyes meet, and I can think of no better answer. “It’s as real as it’s ever going to get,” I say. She gives me a lazy, sleepy smile, as I settle my hand on her ass, squeezing tightly. It makes her squirm, and she pulls herself up. I kiss her, deeply, putting everything I have into this singular moment.

  “I’m still surprised I was… you know, your first,” I say, slightly amused and deeply honored. Kira lowers her gaze, roses blooming in her cheeks. This version of her is amazing. So soft, so delicate… bursting with the kind of lust that just gets my blood pumping.

  “You’re shocked that I’m not a whore?” she replies, drawing a circle with her index finger around my nipple. It reacts, perking and hardening under her touch.

  “I wasn’t saying…I’m not…I…”

  She laughs and pushes against my chest. “There’s no right answer to that,” she says.

  My hand moves slowly between her ass cheeks, pushing forward. She’s already wet, my finger slipping inside. As she gasps, her lower lips part, proving that they too, are not immune to my touch.

  I tease her pussy, finding the slickness of her folds to be a wicked way to start this new beginning of ours. Her hips sway, as I use two fingers to go deeper.

  “God, this is much better than coffee,” she murmurs, dropping kisses on my chest. She locks her lips around my nipple, licking and suckling, mimicking what I did to her last night. My cock jumps, swelling beneath her lower abdomen, and she feels it, raising her gaze to look at me. A silent invitation to take her once more.

  I pull her on top of me. After several sessions throughout the night, Kira is showing more of herself. She doesn’t seem afraid to reach for what she wants. Lifting herself slowly, she grabs hold of my cock as she positions herself above it. The tip breaches the hot epicenter, and I can’t take it anymore. I grip her by the hips and impale her with my full length. Thousands of electric jolts burst through me, the fire burning brighter and hotter between us.

  “Something has changed between us, Kira,” I whisper as she starts rocking back and forth. I feel her, every inch of overly sensitive flesh wrapped around me. “It can never go back to what it used to be.”

  She nods slowly, riding me towards another climax. But I want her to get the most of it, so I move a hand down between her legs, using my thumb to stroke her tender little nub. It’s swollen, and I know she’s aching for release.

  “It will never be the same again,” she manages, tilting her head back as she moves faster, harder on top of my cock. I feel every movement, my muscles twitching and tightening as I brace myself for the impending explosion.

  “Touch yourself,” I tell her. “Your breasts. Cup them.”

  Kira’s eyes search my face, while her hands come up, and she does what she’s told. I’m increasingly harder as I watch her pleasure herself, my thumb pressing against her clit, firmer with every movement of her hips. She’s high on the wave, swaying as she searches for the heavens.

  “Your nipples. Pinch them.”

  Her fingers find the pinkish tips, and I lick my lips, planting my heels deeper into the mattress. There is only so much I can take before I unleash the animal within, but I want to enjoy this for as long as I can.

  Kira bites into her lower lip, her hips dancing as she moves faster. Her breath is short. She’s about to come, and I want her to be in full control of it.

  “Take over,” I say, removing my thumb. She pouts for a moment, then smiles as she keeps one hand on her left breast and brings the other down. She strokes her clitoris, while I take hold of her hips again. “Harder,” I command her, and she obeys.

  My blood simmers. My fingers dig into her flesh, as I start pumping upwards. She loses her rhythm as I take over, fucking her senseless. She doesn’t stop rubbing her clitoris, though, and I feel her tightening around my cock. Her climax comes in pulsating ripples, and she moans with delight and unravels, all hot and gooey.

  This is it. I flip us over, and Kira lands on her back, still riding her orgasm. I love this look on her face.

  I thrust myself deeper inside her, pounding maniacally as she starts crying out my name. I feel her clenching. There’s a second orgasm underway, and she didn’t see it coming.

  “Elias… Oh, my God, don’t stop!”

  I can’t stop. I go deep and hard, relentlessly driving myself into her. Tears stream down her cheeks as she sucks in a breath. She stills, her pussy trembling, while I fuck her into oblivion. Grunting
, I let myself go, pushing and releasing everything into her womb.

  “Fucking Christ,” I manage, my knees weak as I give her one last thrust.

  She’s speechless, breathing heavily as she comes down from the clouds. I can’t move. It feels so nice to be inside her. It’s like I’ve wrapped myself in Kira, our bodies and our spirits fusing. No one can tear us apart. No one…

  Chapter: Elias

  Hours later, we’re glowing as we walk down the street to Benny’s. We made love in the shower. We made love again as we tried to put our clothes on. That’s how addictive she is. That’s how insatiable I am when it comes to her.

  I weave my fingers in hers and hold her hands like I’ve got the right to claim her this openly in public. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t flinch against my touch or shy away from the eyes that watch us. Carefully, I guide open the door to the coffee shop and we step inside, place our orders and take a seat. Even this seems too impossible to put into words; too unreal to actually exist. The way she fits perfectly by my side, the way her body easily folds into mine.

  Kira stirs a bit of honey into her latte, watching me. Amusement twinkles in her blue eyes. God, I am in so much trouble…

  “We’re skipping school, aren’t we?”

  “We’re tired, Kira. We deserve the rest. Don’t you think?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know. I’m weirdly energized.”

  I can’t help but chuckle. “Four screaming orgasms in just one morning can do that to you.”

  She shushes me, nervously looking around, worried others might hear us, and we both laugh. I tuck a lock of blond hair behind her ear. I like this new look on her, thought it wasn’t intended. The hair is longer at the front and shorter at the back, accentuating her long and delicate neck. There are faint hickies spattered between her left earlobe and clavicle and I smile seeing just how wonderfully I’ve marked her.

  “Madame Olenna announced auditions for The Nutcracker again this year,” she says, after a long and pensive pause.

  “Will you…” my voice trails off, hoping that she’s able to answer what she already knows I’m trying to ask. It’s a delicate subject for Kira, but I know she can do it. The monster has to be tackled, otherwise she will never heal.

  “I want to,” Kira replies, a faint smile stretching her lips. I cover her hand with mine, squeezing gently and she sighs. “It’s just that every time I think about dancing, my ankle starts to throb.”

  “It’s all in your head.”

  “And yet it’s not my head that’s hurting.” She shuffles in her seat and cringes a little. No matter how imaginary the pain might actually be, I know that she isn’t lying when she says she’s hurting.

  “Let’s take our coffees and head for the shore. What do you say?” A change of scenery might help the look on her face. Sometimes that’s all it takes. Keep moving. Keep forgetting. Keep getting stronger. One bold step at a time.

  Kira nods, and we head down the street. I notice the subtle limp, and I put an arm around her shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Kira. You need to literally walk it off,” I tell her.

  “Easier said than done,” she scoffs.

  “But not impossible,” I retort, and she nods because she knows I’m right.

  We walk for a while, turning left and right at street corners until a mass of blue water unravels before us. The salty sea breeze fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply. Seagulls croak in the distance. The sun dances on the water and across the white sails of various yachts in the harbor. I wouldn’t trade this view for anything else in the world.

  “This is going to be very difficult to explain to my father,” she says, eventually.

  “I know…”

  “And this whole charity thing, I told you… I don’t trust him.”

  “Neither do I,” I tell her. We make our way along the narrow, rocky beach, where waves splash with white foam, occasionally reaching for our feet.

  “Then, why are you working with him on it?” Kira asks.

  I can’t tell her the whole truth. She might not be ready to face it. I need her focused on her recovery. One problem at a time. “Because he’s got a powerful reach, in terms of potential donors, and ALS was an important cause for my dad. I’m doing the event to honor him, not to please William Malone in any way.”

  Kira thinks about it for a while, her brow furrowing.

  “So, you’re doing it for his client list…” Her conclusion seems sound.

  “They’re big money, Kira.”

  I’m not lying. But I’m not giving her the full truth, either. It doesn’t feel right. However, it’s for her own good. “Just be careful, Elias. I know my dad,” she says, slipping a hand around my waist as we keep walking. “He’s up to something…”

  “Whatever it is, it will fail,” I reply. “He’s got nothing to go after. My charity is pristine, both legally and financially. All I want is access to Fowler & Malone’s guest lists, which he’s already agreed to provide. It’ll be okay, Kira.”

  Exhaling sharply, she looks up at me. “You’re a devious fucker, aren’t you, Elias Dressler?”

  “You wouldn’t have me any other way.” I stop and kiss her, pulling her into a hug. Her heart beats against mine, and I take a deep breath, inhaling her scent. I’m drunk on Kira, and I never want this feeling to go away. It’s what I’ve been missing, for as long as I can remember.

  “Yeah, I seem to have a soft spot for devious fuckers,” Kira giggles as she pulls back so we can continue our walk.

  “How’s your ankle?”

  She gives me a surprised look. “Holy shit…”

  “What?”

  “I almost forgot about it,” Kira says. “I think… It doesn’t really hurt right now.”

  Smiling, I take her hand into mine again. “We’ll get you up and running in no time. It’s just your brain we have to fight against.”

  For the first time in what feels like forever, I see hope imprinted into Kira’s features. Her expression is luminous. Her eyes are big and shining with the idea that it doesn’t have to end badly for her. I’m willing to bet she’ll already itching to get back into that dance hall. Proof that sometimes, all you need, is someone in your corner, rooting for you.

  “Tell you what… Tomorrow morning, we’ll go speak with Madame Olenna, so she can put your name down on the auditions list. What do you say, Kira?”

  She doesn’t hesitate for longer than a few seconds. “Okay. But I’m horribly rusty, Elias…”

  “You need practice. That’s all.”

  “Again, you make it sound a little too easy,” she cajoles me, but I am undeterred.

  “It won’t be easy, but it is simple. There’s a difference. And I’ll be with you, every step of the way,” I say, gazing out into the sandy distance. The bay is far behind us now, and we’re about to go through one of the private beaches. They’re basically abandoned at this hour. There isn’t even a park ranger in sight.

  Kira sighs deeply. “Why are you helping me with this?”

  I give her a sideways glance, tempted to tell her everything that’s been going through my head since I first saw her on that gurney, when she had her accident. But I think she needs a reason to accept my help, not a reason to feel sorry for herself.

  “I mean,” I start, eyebrow raised and a finger on my chin, “I’ve got to thank you somehow, for allowing me to pop your cherry?”

  She slaps my arm, her mouth forming a very perfect ‘O’.

  “Okay. Okay. Just take it as payment for allowing me to sink myself balls deep inside you whenever the hell I please.”

  Now, her eyes are just as wide as her mouth. “Jesus Frickin Christ, Elias! Ew.”

  “That’s not what you were yelling last-”

  Now, she’s full on hitting me, punching me. I catch her around the waist and lift her easily. Within an instant, she’s settled again – shock in her eyes, a smile on her lips. I catch her gaze and find my way into the depths of her soul.

  “
I’m helping you,” I say, my voice calm, controlled, honest. “Because (a) you are too talented to quit.” I can see the beginnings of tears starting to pool in her eyes and I’m not ready for the crying just yet – regardless of the fact that they might be happy tears. “And,” I add, setting her down, “because, (b), it’s more convenient for me, business-wise, if William Malone ends up appointing someone else to run his company.”

  “You’re an ass,” she chuckles.

  “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

  She smiles at that and we settle down again. There’s a part of me that’s not being 100% honest with Kira – a lie by omission is still a lie, after all. But for now, it’s the best way to go about things. She doesn’t need to know that I’m in the middle of dismantling her father’s empire. When the walls come tumbling down, I’ll be there to pull her away before she gets lost beneath the rubble.

  One way or another, Kira will live a full and beautiful life. Our families failed us both, in more than one way. But we are not doomed to repeat their foolish mistakes.

  We can do better. And we will. Provided I get her father out of the way.

  21

  Kira

  Time spent with Elias seems to go quickly and slowly all at the same time. But the most noted thing when it comes to whatever it is that we have going on, is the fact that I just can’t seem to get enough of him.

  For the past few days, we talked, and we fucked and when we were in school it felt like I was holding my breath, waiting to be able to dissolve into his arms again. He wanted to parade right into Trinity High with me on his arm, but I wasn’t ready. Thankfully, he respected that, though he didn’t hold back from pressing his body against mine whenever we found ourselves alone together. In the handicap stall in the staff bathroom. Against the vacuum cleaner in the janitor’s closet. Nowhere was off limits. It’s amazing how all the hate we’d targeted toward each other in the past few years, could turn into something so much more beautiful.