by Amy Brown
Charity turns sharply down a hallway, probably hoping I’ll keep going straight. I smirk and follow her. I want to scare her. I want her to be afraid. She definitely got the upper hand with me yesterday, but she doesn’t get to bathe in her glory forever. No, I want her on edge; not sure what I’ll do to her. I’m not going to beat her up or do anything on campus. But she doesn’t know that.
We near the cafeteria area. It’s deserted at this time of day. Maybe Charity thought there would be people, and that’s why she came this way. She was wrong. There’s nobody around.
The blood pumps through my veins as I follow her. I can feel her anxiety, and it kind of turns me on. My eyes are glued to her perfect body, memories of what we did together burned in my brain for all eternity. Does she remember our times together fondly, or does she just hate me now? She probably hates me.
She suddenly bolts, and runs into the girl’s bathroom. I stare after her for a moment, trying to process what’s happening. When she runs, it sparks something in me, and, after a slight hesitation, I give chase. My plan was just to intimidate her on the walk back to class, make her think I might hurt her. But when she actually runs, it ignites a primal part of me. Not really thinking clearly, I push into the bathroom after her.
We face each other. She’s visually shocked that I’ve followed her. Her breasts heave and her eyes are wide. She stretches one hand toward me, letting out a shriek. “Stay away from me.”
Her palpable fear does something to me. It definitely turns me on a little. I laugh and ignore her warning, locking the door behind me. I take a step closer. “You got me in a lot of trouble, Charity.”
“You… you did that to yourself.”
“Did I?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I take another step toward her. “I still can’t believe you planned that whole thing, just to humiliate me. You brought the rope, knowing I’d do whatever the hell you wanted, if you’d just let me fuck you.”
She doesn’t respond, she just watches me, still obviously scared.
“I’ve beat myself up a million times about that night.” I narrow my eyes. “What about you, Charity? You ever regret how it all went down?”
She shakes her head. “No. You got what you deserved.”
I’m only about a foot from her now. I can smell her perfume, and see the black of her pupils. “Maybe that’s true. Maybe I did deserve what you did to me.”
Her gaze flickers. “You don’t really mean that.”
“I was going to hurt you.” I reach out and twirl one long strand of her silky hair around my finger. She licks her lips, and flinches when I tug the hair hard. “The sick part is, even though you betrayed me, I just keep thinking I wish we’d fucked before you turned on me.”
Her breathing picks up. “You’re sick.”
“Am I?” I frown. “Maybe I am.” I run my gaze over the tops of her creamy breasts, exposed by the V of her shirt. “But it would have been hot, right? Me tied up and you riding my dick?”
I can almost feel her pulse speed up at my words. “Leave me alone,” she whispers.
“You really want me to go away?” I let go of her hair. It’s not lost on me that her nipples are poking against the thin material of her blouse. She’s acting like she hates me, but her body is responding to me. I should probably just go, and leave her to think about what I’ve said. But leaving her is harder than I thought it would be.
Walk away. Just walk away.
My dick throbs against my zipper, and I can’t tear my gaze from her mouth. God, I fucking hate her, but I want her too. I lift my hand and rub the pad of my thumb over one of her nipples, and through the silk, feel it harden even more. She breathes in sharply, but doesn’t pull away. This crazy bitch is as turned on as me.
What will she do if I unzip my pants and try to fuck her? Will she fight me? If I push her jeans down, will she let me fuck her? I almost can’t breathe I’m so excited at the idea of that. Maybe I should just kneel down, and do to her what I did at the bonfire. God, that feels like a million years ago. The memory of her letting me lick and suck her pussy for the first time, it’s painful knowing that’s over. I really fucking liked this girl, and she stabbed me through the heart without blinking. Even now, her expression is haughty.
“You don’t even care that you hurt me.” I have no idea why I let that slip out. My voice is husky and I sound wounded. My face immediately warms, and I take a step back. Why the fuck did I say that out loud? I fully expect her to laugh in my face, and mock me for being weak. Maybe she’ll call me emotionally needy again, like that other time in the library bathroom.
But instead of going for my jugular, she says softly, “You were going to draw first blood. I had no choice.” The fact she bothers to try and explain her behavior is surprising.
We stare at each other in silence. We’re enemies. We both know the score now. “I’m still going to hurt you. Don’t expect mercy.”
“I won’t.”
I grab her arms and push her back against the wall. I want to hurt her because she hurt me, but I’m also fighting my intense attraction to her. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, and I smell her arousal. This chick is as nuts as me. Five seconds ago she seemed scared of me, now she wants me? My dick is so hard, I’m in pain.
“Since I met you, you’ve been nothing but trouble,” I mutter.
“The Elites are the problem, not me.”
“You’re wrong.” I slowly move my hand upward, to cup her full breast. I watch her, waiting for her to protest, but she doesn’t. I squeeze, and she winces.
“You want to hurt me? Go ahead.”
I lower my head, our mouths inches apart. “Part of me does want to hurt you.” Her breaths come in sharp puffs, and her body trembles. “But mostly I want to fuck you.”
She shivers. “Stop it.”
“I always liked the sex part.”
“Did you? With you, it’s hard to tell what was a lie and what wasn’t.”
I run my gaze over her body. “Oh, I liked it. You’re a natural slut.”
“It’s hard for me to rate your performance because you were my first.”
I narrow my eyes. “You can tell how good I was by all the times you came, screaming my name.”
“Screaming might be an exaggeration,” she whispers.
I press my mouth closer to hers, and say harshly, “Shall I take you right now, and remind you how much you loved it?”
Her breaths come in short, hot puffs, and a flame of lust flickers in her eyes. “I didn’t peg you as the kind of guy who forces a girl.”
“I don’t need to force you.” I kiss the side of her mouth, and she strains into me. “You want me as much as I want you.”
“I don’t.”
“Liar. I can smell how much you want me.”
“You’re… you’re delusional.”
I inhale her musky scent, and bite her bottom lip. She moans, and her hips rock against me. “Want me inside you?”
Her response is a whimper.
I was going to try and be good, but, fuck it, I’m gonna have her one last time. I rip her blouse open, and little pearl buttons fly everywhere. She cries out, looking shocked. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” I lick her bottom lip, and she moans. “Tell me to stop, baby.”
Her hands slide up my chest, clutching the cloth of my shirt. “Stop.”
“You’ll have to be more convincing than that.”
She sighs, her eyes on my mouth. “Maybe just one more time.”
“Yeah?” I smirk.
A line appears between her brows. “But… but then never again.”
My lip curls. “Whatever you want.” I slowly unhook her bra, and she shivers when it falls to the ground. Her breasts tumble free, the nipples hard and pink. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” I nibble the pink nubs, biting and sucking until she’s whimpering, and rubbing against me.
She watches me as I bite and lick her tits, leaving angry red marks all over her cream
y plump breasts. Moaning, she throws her head back, her hands dropping to her zipper. My heart pounds as she undoes her jeans, and slides them down. Then she steps out of them, and slips out of her lacy white panties. She’s completely naked, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
I unzip my jeans, and push them and my briefs below my ass cheeks. I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her against me. My cock is ruddy against the white skin of her stomach, leaking precum over her soft flesh. I flex my hips and my dick rubs over her belly, up and down, up and down, painting her with my slick release.
When I drag my fingers between the lips of her pussy, she gasps. “You’re so wet,” I whisper.
Her cheeks turn a pretty pink, and she closes her eyes. “Touch me some more, Mason. I like it.”
She’s such a confusing bitch. She spends half her time insulting me, and the other half begging me to fuck her. I rub my fingers over her vulva and clit, kissing her mouth as she gasps with pleasure. I swallow her wanton moans, pushing two fingers inside her wet pussy.
“Oh, God,” she whispers.
I work my fingers in and out of her, my dick so hard I’m in pain. I need to get inside her soon. I can’t restrain myself much longer. The air is scented with her fragrant need, and I want my dick coated with her juices now. I rub the tip of my cock against her quivering clit, smearing creamy precum all over that trembling pink nub.
Condom. You need to wear a condom.
My mind is a lusty haze, as I pull my wallet out, relieved to see I have one condom left. Thank. Fucking. God. With trembling fingers, I tear open the condom, and slip it on. Charity watches me, her pupils blown with lust, and her lips parted. She’s trembling against me with anticipation. Her cheeks are rosy and her juices dribbling down her thigh.
God, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I get to fuck her again. I’m so thankful for one last time. I kiss her, and she responds, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I suck on her lips and tongue until we’re both breathless.
At the back of my mind is the nagging fact, that soon class will be out, and we’ll be interrupted if we don’t hurry. I press the head of my cock to her pussy. Then I look into her eyes as I thrust inside her hard. The squeeze of her pussy makes me groan, and when I bottom out inside her, she cries out, and comes immediately.
She shudders against me, pressing close as little jolts of pleasure continue to burst through her. I start moving slow and deep, holding her gaze. She’s so sensitive after coming, she winces and moans, but begins to move with me. Rolling her hips seductively, matching my movements. She arches her back, and her full breasts bounce with each thrust of my hips.
“Ah… ah… ah…” She watches me, her eyes wide. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”
“Feel me inside you?”
“Mason.” She bites her bottom lip, scraping her nails down my back. She parts her thighs wider, and I start to pound into her desperately. “I need…”
“What do you need, baby?” I demand.
Me? Do you need me like I need you?
Thank God I don’t say that out loud. I grit my teeth as my climax builds, throbbing through my balls and snaking up my dick. The explosion begins softly, but then it blasts me into little pieces of ecstasy. I come hard, crying out as I fill the condom deep inside her. She climaxes again too, hissing as her second orgasm rips through her. Her pussy clamps and quivers around my shaft, milking every last drop of cum out of me.
We kiss as aftershocks rock us gently. I want to remember her taste and scent. Our bodies seem made for each other. Her pussy fits around my dick like a custom made glove. I’ve never enjoyed fucking anyone as much as Charity. It’s not going to be easy denying myself this pleasure. But as things escalate between The Elites and the Non-Elites, and they will escalate, we won’t be able to risk this.
I pull out of her, and she gives a nervous laugh. I like her like this, soft and flushed from sex. I know any second we’ll go back to being adversaries, but for now I like watching her. I dispose of the condom, and tug up my pants. As I do my belt, I watch her fumble with her bra. I go to her and I help her, hooking the clasps in the back, and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck.
“Thanks,” she says softly. When she tries to do up her shirt, it hangs loosely, most of the buttons missing. I can’t help but smirk at her predicament, and she notices.
“You think it’s funny?” she gives a grudging laugh. “How am I supposed to go around school with my shirt hanging open?”
I kneel down and tug my hoodie from my backpack. “Here. You can keep it.”
She frowns. “I can’t take your hoodie.”
“Why not?”
“People might recognize it.”
I laugh. “It’s a Longhorn Academy hoodie. Everyone has one.”
She wrinkles her brow, but then she slips it on, and zips it up. It’s too big on her, but at least it hides her ripped blouse. “You ruined my blouse,” she grumbles. “I liked that blouse.”
“Sorry.” I grimace. “I got carried away.
Her easygoing mood is rapidly evaporating. “This was dumb,” she mutters.
“Yeah.” It’s not like I didn’t know that going in. But I guess the heart wants what the heart wants? Or the cock wants what the cock wants? One of those.
She stands with her hands on her hips, looking perplexed. “Why would we even want to have sex? We’re mortal enemies.”
“Don’t over think it, Charity. Jesus, it’s done now.” I move to the door and I unlock it. “You can leave first. I’ll wait a few minutes and then go.”
As she comes closer, it’s tempting to pull her against me, and steal one last kiss. But I don’t. I keep my hands to myself. Things are going to get so fucking ugly in the next few weeks. She’s going to end up hating me even more, and vice versa.
Her pretty blue eyes meet mine. Confusion flickers in the depths, but then it’s replaced by determination. “No one can know about this.”
I scowl. “Well aware. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“No. I guess not.”
I lean toward her. “Thanks to you, my life will suck for the next thirty days, but ultimately, I’ll be back on top. The Elites are going to win. It’s not too late to switch sides.”
Wrinkling her brow, she says, “But I’m not one of you. I never will be.”
“You could be. Your stepdad is rich enough.” I have no idea why I’m saying any of this. There’s no fucking way Charity would ever be accepted into the fold. Rejecting her is about more than money at this point. Driving her from Longhorn Academy is a matter of principal now.
“I don’t want to be one of The Elites. You’re shallow and disgusting.”
I smirk. “Tell me how you really feel, Charity.”
She rolls her eyes, and opens the door slowly. Peeking outside, she flicks her gaze to mine. “See you around, Mason.” She slips out of the door, and I watch her disappear.
I wait the appropriate amount of time, kicking myself for being so weak. If Jeremy finds out about this, I’ll be shunned for life. It was foolish to give into physical need, when my position is so precarious.
Of course, there’s also another way to look at things. I was weak just now, yes, but so was Charity. She isn’t nearly as strong as she pretends to be. That can be used against her. The others will never stand without her. They never had any courage before she arrived, and they’ll go back to being sheep once Charity is gone.
And Charity must go. There is no other way. Charity Ballard can’t be around after this epic struggle ends. She’s my one weak spot. I need to get her first, and damage her so badly, she has no will left to fight.
And I think I know just who I need to go after to bring her to her knees.
Chapter Six
Charity
It’s official; I’m a slut.
What was I thinking? Why did I let that happen just now? How can I hate Mason, but still want sex with him? Do I have mental issues? Emotional issues? Dad
dy didn’t love me, so I’ll spread my legs for any man who gives me attention? That seems awfully pathetic. But there has to be some reason I can’t seem to say no to Mason, even knowing he’s an enormous jerk.
I head to my next class, spying Mason across the campus. Usually he’d be with his pals, but today, he’s alone. He seems unconcerned with the hateful glances he’s getting. If the entire school actively hated me, I’d be a much bigger mess than Mason. He has to be scared inside, he’s just good at hiding his emotions.
You don’t even care that you hurt me.
When he says things like that, it makes it difficult to just dismiss Mason. He acts so cold and above it all, then he says something so vulnerable, I’m reminded he’s pretending. He’s not nearly as aloof as he acts. But I’m smart enough to know that doesn’t mean he can be trusted. He will come for me. I have no doubt about that. Once his thirty days is up, he’ll come after me with the other Elites.
The hoodie Mason loaned me smells like him. It comforts me to have his scent wrapped around me. That makes zero sense, seeing as he’s my enemy, but I do get a twisted pleasure out of wearing his hoodie. I’m relieved no one seems to think twice about what I’m wearing. Even Paula seems oblivious when I meet her for class.
“You look happier today,” she says, opening her book.
Obviously, I can’t explain that my body is buzzing with endorphins, after having amazing sex with Mason. Instead, I shrug and lie. “I got an A on one of my English Lit compositions.”
“Excellent.” She sighs. “That reminds me, I have a paper due tomorrow. I was going to invite you over tonight for a nail party, but I better do that assignment.”
“Another time.” I smile, examining my cuticles. I am in desperate need of a manicure.
