She skipped the afternoon class we have together. She’s fucked up if she thinks I’m going to allow her to walk away from me. I was dormant until she came along and woke me up, so now it’s her responsibility to feed me. I silently seethe while lying on her bed as I wait in the darkness—even the risk of being seen didn’t stop me from coming to her room. I amble over to the window when I hear the engine of a car. I peer through the small opening in the curtain, careful not to make my presence known. My dick gets hard instantly as my eyes greedily track her when she leaves her car then disappears up the porch steps. It’s close to ten o’clock. I’ve been waiting on her for close to an hour. I quickly stride over to the door and lean against the wall—a lion waiting on its prey to unknowingly venture into dangerous territory. She’ll have a false sense of security when she enters her bedroom, never expecting the threat that lies within. I’ll strike hard and fast when she steps through the door—she won’t know what hit her.
I pounce on her when she clears the doorway, covering her mouth when she takes a breath to scream. My nails dig into the soft skin of her face, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave grooves. She claws at me like a wildcat when my forearm slides across her throat. My girl, Cin, is a fighter—my dick just got harder. I kick the door closed.
“Where the fuck you been?”
The fight in her vanishes when she hears my voice. That was her second mistake—she should never let her guard down around me. Her first mistake was thinking I wouldn’t be waiting for her to fuck us both to unconsciousness.
A million thoughts race through my mind the moment I am attacked. I am ambushed before I can switch on the light.
The few seconds of the unknown felt like a lifetime, then his voice washes over me like a warm caress. I attempt to speak, but my words are mumbled. The adrenaline gradually dissipates from my limbs, leaving me weak. His hand glides from my mouth to knot in my long locks.
“Art,” I croak.
“Shut the fuck up.”
I cry out when my hair is savagely yanked back. My starving lungs are flooded with much-needed oxygen after Art removes his arm from across my neck. He guides me forward by the tight grip he has on my hair. He follows me to the floor as he forces me to my knees at the side of the bed. My head is roughly pushed into the mattress. Though he only holds me down by one hand, I’m no match for his strength. Art grinds his massive hard-on against my ass.
“You can’t escape me, but the truth is, you don’t want to anyway,” he whispers in my ear.
A tree wouldn’t want to escape the sun because it’ll die without it. He’s my fucking sun. Trevor is my heart, but Art is becoming my soul. I expected his punishment the moment I walked through the front door and was yearning for it. I promised Anneli I was done with Art, that I recognize he’ll always be a restless spirit in search of absolution that will forever be out of his reach. A restless spirit’s nature is to bring destruction to those around it.
“It’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re hungry for me.” His lips move against my cheek as he speaks.
“You take me on a natural high I never want to come down from.”
“Then let’s get high together.”
Art frantically tugs my sweatpants and panties to mid-thigh, then pulls out his manhood before savagely impaling me. We both moan at the exquisiteness of his breadth expanding my center to uncomfortable measures bordering on pain. He fucks me unrestrained, swiftly rolling his hips to feed my famished cunt. The wildness in him takes over, causing him to appear more beast claiming his woman than human as he snarls. I’m scared the sound of us having sex is loud enough to possibly draw the attention of Ricky and my mom, who are home. Josh isn’t home, since his car isn’t outside. Thank God.
“You crave me just as much as I crave you.” He cranes my head to the side and seizes my lips in a violent kiss.
We swallow each other’s energy as he takes ownership of my body, tilting my entire being on its axis, taking me past the heavens into unchartered space.
The wonderful bliss wrapped around me is interrupted by a tap at my bedroom window.
Oh my God, it’s Trevor. I forgot I told him he could come over tonight.
I begin to struggle. “Stop, it’s Trevor.”
“No. He has to wait his turn.”
“Art, please.”
His answer is to pump his hips brutally, obliterating my soft folds. My hands twist into the sheets as his dick continues to conquer the depths of my pussy.
The tapping gets louder. I would’ve been caught red-handed if it weren’t for my curtains.
My pussy begins to contract, transporting me to ecstasy at warp speed. I bite my wrist to keep from screaming out. Before I know what’s happening, Art stands then mercilessly snatches my hair back and come all over my face. He jerks his length at rapid speed until the last of his cum has been released. I’m in shock at his actions, but what he does next is beyond belief. He smears his cum across my face and down my neck.
“Now when he kisses you, he’ll taste me.”
When he lets go of my hair, I turn slightly to watch him from my position on the floor. He stuffs his still-hard dick back into his pants. He leaves my bedroom without sparing me another look. I remain where I am, in a trance until the sound of knocking draws my attention. I take off my hoodie, leaving me in my tank top, to clean my face and neck of Art’s semen, but I’m still sticky. I stand, taking my sweatpants off to throw in the dirty clothes hamper with my soiled hoodie. I unlock and open the window. I step back as Trevor climbs through.
“Why were you ignoring me?”
“I wasn’t.”
“I called and texted you over a dozen times.”
My cell phone was in my hand when Art rushed me.
I walk over to the door to feel along the floor until I find my phone. I don’t dare turn on the light—afraid of what my appearance may give away.
“I must’ve dropped it.”
Trevor wraps his arms around me.
“You’re soaking wet.”
I pull away. “I’m just a little hot.”
I move to walk past him, but he latches onto my arm, trying to bring me in for a kiss that I quickly avoid.
“What’s the matter?”
“Bad breath. I ate some pasta that was loaded with garlic. I have to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”
When I leave my bedroom, I’m ambushed for the second time that night.
“Art, what are you doing?” I ask in a low voice.
He drags me into the bathroom before closing the door. “I’m not done yet.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Trevor is waiting for me,” I whisper.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Please, can you at least lock the door?”
He gives me a hard stare, but does what I ask.
“First, you’re going to suck your cream off my dick.”
Art savagely rips my panties off before forcing me to sit on the closed toilet.
He taps his dick on my lips. “Open wide.”
The only way to avoid detection is to do what he wants. He won’t let me leave until I do. His dick plunges down my throat causing me to throw up a little. My eyes water and I continuously gag as he relentlessly thrusts into my mouth.
His head falls back. “Ahh shit.”
He pulls his dick from my mouth then drops it between my open thighs. My arms and legs encircle him as he fills me up. I lay my head on his shoulder as he takes me on another ride to the heights of pleasure.
The doorknob jiggles. “What are you doing?”
Trevor’s voice doesn’t stop Art’s assault on my pussy.
“I need a few more minutes,” I respond.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Please go back to my bedroom before Ricky and my mom hear you.”
“Okay. Hurry up.”
Art bites down on my ear as we come together.
“He can have you now,” Art sa
ys, slipping his dick from my ravaged cunt.
I hold my breath when he opens the bathroom door, praying that Trevor went back to my bedroom like I told him to. My nerves ease when he doesn’t appear in the doorway. Art glances over his shoulder to stare between my spread legs where cum seeps from my hole to pool on the toilet.
“When he feasts on your cunt, he’ll taste me there too,” he says before leaving.
I shut the door and take a shower before facing my boyfriend.
Trevor knows to lock the bedroom door since sometimes my mom will barge right in, so I lightly knock.
“It’s me, Trevor,” I whisper.
I wrapped the ruined panties in my tank top. I’ll get rid of them later.
“You were gone longer than a few minutes,” Trevor says in annoyance as he opens the door.
His tirade ends when he sees me standing there in a tiny towel.
He jerks me into the room, then closes the door. The towel is ripped from my body before I’m thrown on the bed. Trevor lands on top of me, attacking my breasts with vigor. He pulls his pants down just enough for his hard dick to spring free and cruelly push inside my cunt.
“Be gentle,” I caution.
My pussy is a wreck after Art. My behavior is beyond irresponsible. I never thought I’d be the type of girl to have unprotected sex with two boys in the same night.
“I’m sorry. I’ll go slowly.”
He gently rocks his hips until his erection is completely embedded in my vagina. He makes love to me, unhurriedly pumping between my legs. He gives me the sweetest lingering kisses. Trevor’s fucking is the opposite of Art’s, more like a gentle breeze on a beautiful beach. Art’s fucking is more like a volcano, hot and dangerous. A throbbing starts in my center before dissipating as I reach the crescendo of my climax. My shuddering cunt triggers Trevor’s orgasm. He groans as his cum spills inside me.
I wake up to Ricky calling my name through my bedroom door.
“Come in,” I grumble.
“Good morning,” Ricky says in greeting.
“Morning.” I yawn.
“We need to talk. Can you come to the dining room in ten minutes?” Ricky asks.
“Okay.”
Fuck. Does he know about Art and me? How could he? Well, we were a bit loud last night.
Josh and I walk downstairs together.
“What does your dad want?”
“Hell if I know, but I don’t appreciate being woken up this early on a Saturday morning.”
I’m on pins and needles as Josh and I enter the dining room. Ricky sits in his usual chair at the head of the table. Art isn’t here, so maybe I’m being paranoid. If Ricky wanted to confront us, I’m sure my mom would be involved and Art would be present, not Josh. Also, Ricky doesn’t have a look of disappointment on his face. In fact, he actually appears pretty happy, sporting a goofy grin.
“What’s so important you couldn’t wait until a decent hour to tell us?” Josh asks, crossing his arms.
I glance expectantly at Ricky before taking a seat.
“Why isn’t my mom here? What’s with the secrecy?”
Ricky places a small open box featuring a beautiful engagement ring on the table.
“Oh my God!”
“Keep quiet, Cin, you’ll give away the surprise.” Ricky smiles.
“Is that it? I’m going back to bed,” Josh says.
“Stay where you are.”
I jump up in excitement, run over to Ricky, and give him a big hug. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you sure you want to propose? I mean, why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?” Josh asks.
“Why do you have to be such an asshole and ruin this moment?” I ask.
No more shacking up for my mom and Ricky. I’m happy this day has finally come.
“I thought you would be happy for us.”
“If you have to get married, I guess Missy is okay.”
“When do you plan to propose?” I ask.
“At her birthday party, so family and friends can witness the special event.”
I’m not a party planner, so while I know about the surprise party, I won’t be helping with anything. Katrina and Ricky have everything under control.
“Well, congrats. I’m going back to bed,” Josh says, leaving the dining room.
“I couldn’t ask for a more awesome stepdad.”
“That means a lot to me.”
At least the new year is looking up for my mom, even though it’s filled with uncertainty for me.
As I approach Bri’s house, I notice Dex on the porch, lounging in a chair.
“Hey, man.”
I walk up the steps without returning his greeting.
“It’s okay to acknowledge the existence of others.”
“I’m not your friend, and I don’t want you to be.”
“I know that. I wanted to say I’m sorry about your brother. I know how it feels.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“My cousin drowned.”
I glance towards him. Is this motherfucker pulling my leg? If he is, I’m going to beat his ass.
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. We were both twelve when he drowned at the beach. We were so competitive—always challenging and daring each other. We decided to see who could swim the farthest and fastest. We’d done it a million times before, but this time the outcome was different. He disappeared underneath the waves, and I couldn’t find him. I spiraled out of control after that day, so my family relocated from California to here for a fresh start a few months later. What’s fucked up most of all is that his body was never found. I never told my friends about him.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“To let you know it does get better. The pain never goes away, but it gets a little easier each day.”
“It’ll never get easier for me.”
“It will. Just take it one day at a time.”
I nod, then walk inside the house. The usual people sit around the living room, but one person has my complete attention. The object of my obsession graces the lap of her boyfriend. She’s a tomboy in every sense of the word, but still the sexiest girl in this room. Shit, the sexiest girl in the whole damn school.
“Art, I’m so glad you came.” Bri appears at my side, grasping my forearm and pulling me over to the loveseat. Beer bottles, Patron, and shot glasses litter the coffee table.
“You’re the only one,” Aiden grumbles.
“I’m happy you’re here too, Art.” Lilah winks.
“You’re just in time for a game of truth or dare.” Bri tugs me down to sit beside her.
“I’m not interested in playing a stupid ass child’s game.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun. Anyway, since you’re here, you have to join in.” Lilah sips her beer.
“Maybe after the game, you, Lilah, and I can go to my bedroom for a little fun,” Bri murmurs in my ear.
“Are we playing the game or what?” Danny takes a puff off his joint. “You want to take a hit? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot, you prefer cocaine.” He laughs.
“Shut up, Danny,” Bri hisses.
“You can talk all the shit you want, but you’re no match against me in a fistfight.”
“No fighting, guys,” Bri snaps.
“Then rein in your dog,” Robbie says.
The assholes laugh like that’s the funniest joke they’ve ever heard.
“Danny talked shit first as always. I’m tired of all this drama. Just start the fucking game,” Cin says, effectively shutting down the argument before it can escalate further.
My girl always defends me.
My girl? Where the hell did that come from?
“I’ll go first,” Robbie volunteers. “Anneli, truth or dare?”
“So, we’re playing this game tonight,” Dex says entering the living room.
“You would choose me, prick,” Anneli grumbl
es.
“Yep, that’s me, Mr. Prick.” Robbie chuckles.
“Dare.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have chosen that.” Robbie rubs his hands together.
“Wait, I change my mind,” Anneli says in alarm.
Dex laughs as he sits on the settee. “You know that’s not going to fly.”
“You can’t change your mind,” Bri says.
“Why not?”
“It’s against the rules,” Aiden chimes in.
“There are no rules for truth or dare,” Anneli huffs.
“If you refuse, you have to take a shot.” Lilah pours Patron into a shot glass.
“Patron is gross.”
“Well, if you don’t want to take a shot, you know what to do,” Josh says.
“Fine. Lay it on me.”
“I dare you to kiss Zeke.” Robbie smirks.
The room goes deathly silent as Zeke’s eyes light up. He must have a thing for Anneli. I hadn’t noticed before.
“No.”
Lilah holds out the shot glass. “Drink.”
Anneli cringes. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Zeke eagerly leaves his perch on the sectional to approach Anneli. Her nervousness is clearly visible in the change of her breathing and her inability to sit still. He clutches her wrist, hauling her forward into his body before latching his lips to hers for a searing kiss. His hands slide around her body to grip her ample ass. Anneli resists at first, but melts into his embrace.
Clapping and whistling resounds throughout the living room.
Anneli ends the kiss, pushing at his chest to get away. “Enough!”
“It’ll never be enough.” He captures her mouth again.
She turns her head, struggling vehemently. “Zeke, stop.”
“Let her go,” Dex says.
Anneli manages to break free then races from the room with Zeke in pursuit.
“Well, that was rather entertaining,” Robbie says.
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