Tempting the Bully: The High School Bully Collection

by Bella King

  Mason kissed me again. He was barely able to keep his hands off me as we rushed into the motel eager to buy a room to spend the night in together. I felt like were buying tickets to the best amusement park in the world as he handed me one of the cards with a magnetic strip to get into our hotel room, except the only ride there would be his enormous cock.

  Mason practically dragged me out to the room, nearly kicking in the door and tossing me onto the bed when we got there. There was no time to lose. We were both naked, ripping each other’s clothes off in the act of sexual desperation. We both had to have each other, and it had to be right now.

  I breathed in Mason’s masculine scent deeply, running my hands over his hot flesh as he kissed on my neck. I felt goosebumps appearing on my arms and legs again as his lips made their rounds on my excited body. Every touch was like lightning on my skin, sending jolts of energy throughout my hyper-aware body.

  I studied the details of his muscular physique as he crawled over me, yanking down my panties and tossing them aside so that he could enjoy my pussy. I opened my legs for him as his head sunk down between them. His tongue flicked out over my clit, stimulating me even more than he had in the car.

  I was being driven wild under the skill of his tongue. He was writing his love in cursive against my swollen clit and all I could do was squirm in sheer delight under his face. I grabbed his thick brown hair in my hand, squeezing my fist over it as I pushed my pussy against his mouth, having him slurp my fluids as I climaxed in his mouth.

  I hoped he liked what I was doing because I wasn’t going to stop. It felt so good to explode into bliss like this under his tongue. I wanted this every day for the rest of my life. I had never felt something so exquisite.

  As the pleasure began to fade in slow waves, Mason raised his head, smiling at me like he had just won a million bucks. “You like that, huh?”

  I nodded enthusiastically.

  “Well then, you’re going to like this even more,” he said, standing up and displaying his massive erection.

  It turned me on that he was so turned on by eating me out. Emma was right again. Bad boys fucked better. It was a fact of nature.

  “Fuck me like there is no tomorrow,” I said, holding my legs open wide for him.

  “That’s my intention,” he said, crawling back onto the bed to enjoy me.

  His large torso shielded the ceiling light from my face, giving me a better view than the uneven ceiling of the cheap motel. It was a forgettable place, but the moment we were sharing now contrasted that as unforgettable. I would hold this in my memory for as long as I lived.

  Mason leaned in, kissing me on the lips again. I could taste myself in his mouth, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I rather liked it. I felt dirty to be tasting my own pussy on his lustful lips, and that only made me feel hornier. I wanted him deep inside of me.

  “You’re ready for me,” Mason growled into my ear after he got done kissing me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, tossing my head back.

  “That wasn’t a question,” he said, smirking. He slapped his large cock against the entrance to my pussy, then rubbed it against my sticky wetness, sliding around and playing in my juices. “You’re so wet,” he said.

  “For you.”

  “That’s right,” he replied, pushing the head of his cock into my tight hole.

  I gasped. Just the tip was enough to make me feel like I was being stretched, but it didn’t stop there. As he sunk himself deeper, I felt like I was expanding around him to my limits. It was overwhelming, but also pleasurable in a way. I felt full, and ready to accept everything he had to give me. I wanted it all.

  Mason moved slowly deeper until he was inside me to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, allowing his full weight to press against my pelvis. While I wanted him to just fuck me already, he was determined to take his time and savor the moment. He began moving slowly, just enough to keep me moaning in pleasure.

  A few more slow thrusts and he was no longer able to control himself. He couldn’t hold back. He began moving faster, taking a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back as he began to ride me roughly.

  I grew louder as his speed and intensity grew. He was handling me like I was just a toy for him to play with, but I loved it so much. I never took myself to be submissive, but underneath his powerful body, how could I be anything but that? My body belonged to him for as long as he would have it. The pleasure drove me to accept everything he did to me.

  I reached around, raking my nails down his wide back. I pushed them deep into his skin until I could feel him tense up from the pain. Good. I wanted him to feel me and never forget what I could do to him. I was leaving my mark.

  “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you, Jasmine. I’m going to destroy you,” he said, thrusting faster and faster.

  We were a blur of flesh and power as we moved together. I wrapped my legs around him as his balls slapped my clit, driving me toward another orgasm. I couldn’t hold back. I climaxed as he pumped his semen into my body.

  “Oh my god,” he groaned into my ear as he emptied his seed into me. I accepted it with loud gasps and sighs, feeling more intense waves of satisfaction rolling through my body like someone had hit a pressure point and relieved all my tension. It was magnificent.

  Mason was panting, slowing down to a gentle rocking as he finished. His hand left my hair, relaxing as he slowly came to a close. I didn’t want him out of me just yet. I kept my legs wrapped around him, laying with him on top of me.

  He laid his head down on my breasts, hot and sweaty against my own glistening skin. I petted his hair, feeling his breath slow as we slowly fell into a unified rest. We were one now, and I wanted this moment to last forever. If I could rewind and go through everything that I had dealt with in the past three years, I would do it all again, just so that I could experience this moment with Mason.

  Eventually, Mason rolled off me, curling up in the bed beside me. I looked at his body, all cuddly and innocent. This was the real Mason, not the fighter who tried to bully me into submission. I needed more of this man in the future.

  I got up, turning out the light so that we could fall asleep together. I took one of the blankets and covered his naked body with it. They always kept these motel rooms so damn cold. He would freeze without a proper blanket and cuddling.

  I slipped into the bed with him, laying down on the firm mattress and moving like a magnet toward his warmth. He scooted close to me, already half-asleep, and I held him like I would die if I let go. Soon after that, I fell asleep.

  Chapter 22

  Emma wanted to meet with me the next day, so after Mason and I got cleaned up and presentable, we left the motel to drive back home.

  I wanted to spill all the juicy details of what had happened last night with Mason, but not before I talked to him about something that had been pressing on me since we had begun hanging out together again.

  “I don’t know how I feel about you staying at this club and fighting. It’s not safe for anyone involved, don’t you think?” I said as we rolled out onto the road that morning. The sun was already high in the sky, and glared at us through the front windshield.

  “I need money,” Mason replied. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Something else,” I said, giving him nothing to go on. The truth was, I couldn’t think of anything that would pay him as well as what he was currently doing, but I doubted we could maintain a relationship when he was involved in that place.

  “That’s not a good answer. I’m going to stay at this boxing club because it’s the only thing I have.”

  “I’m sure you can find something better,” I said hopefully.

  “Are you suggesting that I just accept my situation at home? Are you listening to yourself? That’s selfish,” he said, anger rising in his voice.

  “I’m not saying that, but maybe there is a way that you can work something a little safer and still leave home.”

  “And take my mother with me? A cheap gig isn’t
going to get me out of there. I need serious money, Jasmine,” he scolded.

  “If we’re going to be a thing, then you need to get out of there,” I said, putting my foot down.

  He laughed. “Nice ultimatum, but I’m not playing by your rules. You can’t just come into my life after three years and start making decisions for me,” he said, his voice growing louder by the second as his movement grew more expressive.

  “Listen, I had a really great time with you last night, but it can’t just be that. I was almost assaulted by some guy in the bathroom and you’d rather make easy money than think about my safety,” I said, my own irritation growing now. He had no right to be angry at me over this.

  “You’re wild, you know that? The world doesn’t revolve around you. I have my own problems that I have to deal with, and if you can’t understand that, then maybe we’re not meant to be together.”

  His words cut deep, but he was right. If we couldn’t put our differences aside and come to some kind of compromise, we would both lose out on a relationship together. I didn’t know why I was so stuck on Mason, or why he had such a large effect on me when he was clearly not a good choice for a life partner, but I kept getting drawn back to him. I didn’t want to leave.

  Still, there was no way for me to move forward when he was this unyielding. His outright refusal to even look for another option was frustrating to say the least. For me, that said enough about him. Things couldn’t work this way.

  “Just take me home,” I said, shaking my head.

  “That’s where we’re going,” he replied.

  “Good,” I said crossing my arms and silently fuming.

  Mason glanced over to me after a moment. “You can’t be that upset with me.”

  “And why not?”

  “Because I’m just trying to do what’s right,” he said.

  “Well, what’s right to you and what’s right to me are two different things,” I said.

  “That may be true, but I think we should at least give this a try. I do like you. I feel like it would be immature to walk out of it over something as small as what I do for a living,” he said, his voice a bit softer.

  I shook my head. “It’s not a small thing, Mason, and you know it. If you really have no other option, then I guess things aren’t going to work between us, like you said.”

  “I didn’t mean it that way. I was frustrated,” he said.

  “That still doesn’t change things,” I said. “You’re not even willing to try to find a new job.”

  “There are none,” he said, sticking to his story. “This is the best I can do.”

  I could see that we still weren’t getting anywhere with this. He was being stubborn, and so was I. I wanted to paint him as the asshole, but I felt a little guilty too. Maybe it was from him guilt-tripping me, but I didn’t like it. I wanted this to be resolved, not result in us parting ways right when things were starting to go well.

  “We can talk about this later,” I said, ending the conversation. I felt like there was nothing more he could say without pissing me off further. I needed to think about this and get my head straight first.

  “Okay, just try to relax a little,” he said, placing a hand on my thigh.

  His touch wasn’t like yesterday. It felt heartless and cold, like was only doing it to get me to feel a certain way, to change my mind. I moved my leg, but not enough for his hand to come off it. I was trying to let him know that I didn’t like the game he was playing at, but I still wanted to come to a compromise.

  I sat in silence until we got my house, then I hopped out of his car as quickly as I could without saying goodbye. I went straight into the house without looking back, unable to face Mason anymore. What we had done last night had been unforgettable, but now we had to deal with who we really were when the lust was stripped away and the cold, hard reality loomed before us. It wasn’t easy.

  My mother had already left for work when I got home. She had probably assumed I was out, but I felt guilty for not having told her that I wasn’t coming home last night. Maybe she didn’t even realize that I hadn’t been home.

  I went into the kitchen and found the notes that she kept on the fridge for shopping. It was a little pad with a magnet stuck to the back so they would stay on the fridge. I tore one off and used the magnetic pen that came with it to write her a quick note saying that I had gotten home alright and that I would be out again tonight with my friend Emma.

  I threw some hearts into it to make it seem a little sweeter and left it on the kitchen table. She would find it when she got home.

  Now, I needed to shower and get ready to meet up with Emma. It was Saturday, so we had the entire day to hang out. I wasn’t sure what she wanted to do, but after my talk with Mason, I didn’t feel like talking to her about him. I would have to put that off until I figured out what I was going to do about us.

  I went to my bedroom and finally removed my dress, which I hadn’t realized was so dirty until I got out of it. I didn’t even want to wear it again after all that had happened in it. Thinking of that potbellied bearded man made me feel sick, and the fact that Mason still wanted to work there after that made me even sicker. I could stand to think about it.

  I washed away the stress in the shower, scrubbing my skin until I was a bright pink and couldn’t stand the hot water anymore. Only when I felt like I was a completely new person did I step out of the shower, glowing pink like I had been dancing in the sun naked all day long.

  I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. I was probably starting to lose my mind if I thought removing my outer layer of skin was going to help me forget about the crazy things that were going on in my life.

  I sighed and went back to my room, finding a white t-shirt and jeans to wear out with Emma. Then, I sent her a text asking her to pick me up and went downstairs to drink a cup of coffee before I left. I was tired after last night’s excitement.

  Chapter 23

  Emma’s car sat humming in the driveway, waiting for me as I rushed out the door to greet her. I felt better after a shower and a cup of coffee, and wanted to enjoy the rest of my day doing something nice. I bounced up to the car and got inside, slouching down in the passenger’s seat while Emma fiddled with the radio dial.

  “I’m pretty sure music is dead,” she said, shaking her head as she tried to find a radio station she liked.

  “Maybe radio is dead. Use the internet,” I said.

  “I don’t have an audio port in this damn car to hook up my phone to. Can you believe that? It’s not even that old,” she said, giving up on the dial and turning the radio off.

  “They use Bluetooth now, don’t they?” I asked.

  “Fuck, I don’t understand technology. Whatever, I’ll get my dad to fix it for me,” she said, throwing the car into the drive aggressively.

  My head hit the headrest hard as she peeled out of the driveway. “Is everything okay?” I asked, noticing her unusual energy.

  “God, it’s just James,” she said.

  “Guy trouble, huh? I got plenty of my own,” I said.

  “He’s just a dick. Like, we had sex and all that, but now he says he doesn’t want a relationship. That’s pretty low if you ask me,” she said, shaking her head.

  “That is low,” I agreed. “So, I guess you’re not into him anymore.”

  “Oh honey, I’m so over him. Nobody in their right mind would let that fly.”

  I laughed, more about myself than about her. She was right, but I was in a similar situation and hadn’t given up on Mason. Maybe I should take the same road she was and just tell him to fuck off. It would make my life a lot easier.

  “So, you and Mason get dirty or what?” She asked, looking over at me.

  “Are you reading my mind or something?” I asked, surprised that she knew.

  “You’re an open book, Jasmine. You always have been,” she said.

  “Well, I need to be a closed one after what happened to me last night,” I replied.

 
“Oh, do tell.”

  I explained my story to Emma in as much detail as I could stomach, even going as far as to describe the assault in the bathroom at the club. She had a horrified expression on her face almost the entire time, save for the part when I described the sex. She seemed to think that was pretty great, but aside from that, she was furious about the way Mason had handled everything.

  “He’s seriously fucked up. I don’t care if his dad is the worst person on the planet, he shouldn’t be putting that stupid boxing club over you. It’s not fair to you,” she said after I got done explaining what had happened.

  I sighed. “I know, but what am I supposed to do. I think I’m actually in love with him, and he seems to think he’s in love with me. Why do we hate each other?”

  She laughed. “You’re in too deep, girl. It was easy for me to brush James off. I barely know him. You, on the other hand, seem to have gotten yourself into a much deep hole.”

  “God, I know,” I said, planting my face in my hands and groaning in frustration.

  She reached over from the wheel and patted me on the back. “You’ll work something out. I’m sure of it.”

  “But what? He won’t give in even just a little. I can’t date someone like that,” I said.

  “Give him some time to suffer without you. Don’t give him the attention he wants. Maybe he’ll come around,” she suggested.

  It wasn’t a bad idea at all, but I was scared to turn a shoulder to him. He had been so loving to me the night we had sex, only to turn back into the same old douchebag the next day. What if he just accepted that I wasn’t going to love him if he didn’t change, and kept going on with his life without me?

  Of course, I would get over it, but I would feel like I had missed out on something that I could have put more effort into to fix. It couldn’t be over so quickly after it started. I would give him more time and then see where he was about it in a day or two.

  “Thanks for helping, Emma,” I said.

  “I’m not really helping,” she said with a chuckle.

  “You are,” I insisted. “Let’s get some ice cream or something. I’m so tired of thinking about guys. I just want to get my head straight.”