by J J Loraine
Hailey growls up at me like a bomb. She’s shaking and her fists are clenched; she somehow both looks both tired of all this shit and ready to grind it into the ground.
I stand above her, unsure of how to respond. My mind fluctuates between anger and regret.
She’s an orphan too...
I gaze down at the curvy firecracker. She sparkles with life. My stomach flutters and my heart beats like a raging river. The blood flows through my veins in a rush.
My pants begin to tighten.
I sneer.
There’s only one thing to do.
Chapter 90
Hailey
Caden snarls.
He raises his big burly forearms on either side of me and punches against the door, locking me into place with his chiselled arms. My chest heaves out to him. I can hardly stand how turned on I am.
The hunky jock dwarfs me. He could do whatever he wanted...
Rage wafts from his body like a heatwave. I start to sweat. Caden bites his lip and lowers himself towards me. His mass is suffocating... but I only want more.
I’m still in a rage myself, though. I can’t let him see how aroused I am right now. I need to convince him to stay.... he can’t know the power he has over me.
Although... there is one way a little girl like me can keep him busy...
Caden’s already way ahead of me.
Before I can take a full breath, our lips are locked in a fiery kiss.
This time is different that all the rest. Our passion isn’t desperate or tender or careful or new. All the old anger is released from our throbbing bodies like lava from a raging volcano. We practically chew on each other. We’re starving, and the only thing in front of us is the other person.
Caden bites my lower lip as I dig my nails into his back. His burly arms wrap around my back and his girthy fingers sink into my ass. Before I know it, he’s lifted my off the ground and body checked me against the door. The frame rattles against our passion as we desperately push into each other. Caden’s arousal throbs like a sleeping giant. Rivers run from between my legs. It doesn’t take long for me to be bent over the little desk on the far side of the room.
I grab on to the edges for dear life as my snarling lover rips my pants off. I bite my own lip this time, trying to muffle my whimpers as Caden stuff his face between in my ass cheeks. His thick, wet tongue finds itself a home in all the right spots. He swirls and licks and shakes like a wild man. I quiver on the little table, giving myself completely to him.
Caden squeezes my ass like a stress ball and breaths in my scent. His tongue lashes against me in just the right way and an explosion of ecstasy bursts through my trembling body. I bite down on my forearm to try and stifle my cries of pleasure. If anyone is listening, though, there’d be no doubt as to what’s going on in this little private study room.
I don’t care.
Caden slaps my ass and lifts himself up. I feel his girthy manhood rub against my thickness.
I sway my hips like a maniac. All of my problems can be cured through his dick. I’m sure of it. He just needs to shove himself inside of me. I need him, but he’s taking his damn time...
“Fuck me...” I whisper, gripping the edges of the table. I arch my back and stick my ass further up in the air.
“What’s that?” growls Caden. He’s teasing me... that bastard.
He smacks my ass again and tinge of the post pleasurable little shock of pain drives me mad.
“Fuck me!” I growl, a little too loud.
“Yes, warden.”
Chapter 91
Caden
Finally, an order I can get behind.
There’s no rebellion between my legs. I’m as long and hard as I’ve ever been. I sink my palms into Hailey’s juicy ass and shove myself inside of her. There’s nothing slow or careful or tender about this rendezvous. We’re angry and fed up and we’re taking it out on each other in the most pleasurable way anyone could ever imagine.
I don’t warm Hailey up any more than I already have. From my first thrust, I’m at full power. Her cheeks clap together as I pound her from behind. I don’t care if anyone can hear us, if I’m going to get caught, it’s going to be with her; like this.
Hailey holds onto the edge of the table I have her bent over with one hand. She’s bent her other arm so that she can bite down on it. Her muffled cries of pleasure only make me more aroused.
I press my whole body into hers and put my full weight into every drive. I hold my shirt in my teeth so I can feel her plump thickness against my hard stomach. I can hardly breathe. Our passion is stifling, but oh-so refreshing. I feel like I’m being healed by the hand of god. Every time I push deeper into her, I feel a wave of relief wash over my banged-up body.
My wounds don’t seem so permanent as I lift my foot onto the desk and pile drive the girl of my dreams into the ground.
The desk shakes beneath us so violently I worry it might break.
Scratch that, actually. I don’t worry it might break; I hope it breaks. I want to shatter this library and this world. I don’t want anything to be left behind but the two of us by the time we’re done here.
My ambitions don’t last long, though. It only takes a split second, a little shift of Hailey’s hips, a little bend at the base, to send me reeling.
Ecstasy bubbles up from below and my volcano trembles. I grunt like thunder and Hailey cries like rain and I explode inside of her with all the power of an angry god.
Hailey bites down so hard on her forearm, I swear she almost draws blood. I bite down so hard on my busted lip that I DO draw blood. A tear drop of red drips down my chin and onto Hailey’s backside.
“Oh, shit,” I mumble, jumping back, so as not to douse her in anymore of my fluids.
Hailey doesn’t seem to mind, though. She barely budges; she just hugs the desk like a slug, completely happy in the afterglow of our fiery passion.
I’m a little more panicked. My lip won’t stop bleeding. I try to wipe away the evidence, but the more I try, the more I fail. “Fuck, fuck,” I mumble, over and over again.
That gets Hailey’s attention. She finally sits up and turns around.
“Oh, baby,” she whispers, as I try to hide my shame.
She’s not having any of it, though. She struts over to me, naked as an all-natural goddess and plunged her lips against mine.
I melt as she drinks up my blood. When she pulls away, I’m completely dry.
Chapter 92
Hailey
We wait until it’s dark out.
I’m starving, yet somehow more satisfied than I’ve ever been before in my entire life. I guess that’s just what an angry make-up fuck will do to you.
I could have left Caden at any point during the day -- I could have grabbed food or picked up supplies -- but I wasn’t going to leave him again. Not now, not when he needed me most. The plan was that I’d pick up food when we had him back at his apartment.
Now it’s finally time to get him back to his place. I check to make sure the coast is clear before giving him the signal. We rush out of the quiet library like two flashes of lightning. We don’t care about being discreet, we’re too hungry for that.
The cool breeze outside comes as a magnificent breath of fresh air. We’d been stuck inside for so long that I was almost beginning to accept my life as a woman on the lam. To be free again was far more pleasurable than I could have imagined.
We have no time to appreciate our little prison-break, though. We have a mission; get back to Caden’s place.
We whisk through the night like thieves. The police presence has significantly died down, though we still see one here or there. I connect to a nearby wi-fi signal and check my phone while we wait in an alley for a cop car to pass.
The college feed is still going strong on the football player story. One of them has a fractured cheek bone, another has a shattered elbow. No one’s sure if they’ll be ready to play again next season. All the football fans are in a rage.
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Still, I can’t help but point out the stream of support. There are so many comments commending the mysterious ‘vigilante’ for finally standing up to the football bullies.
When I look up from my phone, I see the cop car drive away. Caden grabs my hand and we step out onto the quiet street.
We don’t get far.
“Excuse me,” an authoritative voice calls from our left.
Shit.
It’s a cop.
A group of three police officers are marching over to us.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Names please,” the head honcho commands.
“Hailey,” I mumble.
“FULL names, please.”
“Hailey Boyd,” I answer, immediately.
Caden is more reluctant to share. I can feel his rebellious spirit fluctuate in my grip. I squeeze his fingers. Try to play it cool, baby...
Caden gets the hint.
“Caden Grey,” he mumbles, defiantly.
The officer eyes him suspiciously. He unholsters a flashlight and shines it in Caden’s face.
Caden flinches at the brightness, but otherwise remains stoic.
“What happened to your lip, son?”
Caden traces the contours of his cut.
“... I’m a lacrosse player,” says Caden, both answering and skirting the question.
“Don’t you guys wear masks? How’d your lip get hit?”
Caden hesitates for a second. “... It happens all the time. It’s a rough sport.”
“Sure is...” mumbles one of the officers.
“Hey, what number are you?” one of the other officers suddenly asks.
“...19.”
The air is tense and wild. I’m just waiting for someone to light the fuse. Everything just feels ready to explode in our faces.
“No way,” grins the officer. “Hey, Arnold. We saw these guys play like two days ago. Caden here’s the guy who had a sock trick. He won us the game!”
The head honcho squints his eyes and studies Caden’s face.
“Yeah...” he mumbles. “Yeah. Hey, great game. You really took it to those cross-state fools. We were in trouble for a while there, but you really came through and saved the day.”
I feel a wave of relief wash over me. For the first time ever, I feel thankful that I’m at a sports crazy school. Even the cops are lacrosse fans.
“Even bigger game this week, right? You guys ready? I’ll be there with the family. Think you can score me a goal?”
The officer’s chuckle and one of them pats Caden on his sore shoulder. I tense up again, but Caden barely flinches.
He’s so disciplined...
“Hey, stay out of trouble you two” jokes the head honcho as he re-holsters his flashlight. “Some goon is out here beating up on athletes. Though I’m sure you could take care of yourself.”
Caden gets another pat on the shoulder before the cops finally turn heel and leave.
When they finally turn the corner and out of sight I nearly collapse. I hadn’t realized how intensely stressed I truly was during the whole encounter.
My knees buckle but Caden catches me.
“It’s alright, baby,” he whispers into my ear. “It’s all over now. Let’s go home.”
Chapter 93
Caden
Epilogue...
I have the best game of my life that Friday night.
My leg’s on fire, my body’s mush but my spirit is on fire. I score 10 goals, a school record. We eke out a win against our big rival and our campus goes wild for a second straight weekend.
Nobody can know how hurt I am. The fight with the football players is still front-page news, but no one could possibly suspect me after this game. I make sure to get roughed up a few times, I even take a few huge hits on purpose, just to make sure I have an excuse in case anyone sees my battered body.
I toughed it out all week at practice, trying my best to not limp or let on just how sore I was. It was tough, but it all paid off in the end.
I won the game and the girl.
It took a lot less convincing then I expected to drag Hailey to the game. For a girl who’d never been to any type of sporting event before, she sure dove head first into it.
I guess that just shows her loyalty.
The past week has been tough, but we’ve both proven to each other that we’re tougher. Together we can take on the world, and we plan to do just that.
The police never do find their man.
The mysterious football ‘vigilante’ becomes a school legend. I graduate without another incident. No one from the football team dares pick on anyone ever again, they’re all too scared of the possible consequences.
With Hailey by my side, I get to live out my dreams. I have a stable relationship for the first time in my life. Her dedication to school inspires me to succeed even more than before. My dedication to athletics inspires her to take up amateur lacrosse. She loves it. We thrive together.
I never quit lacrosse, like I was expecting to, even though my grades are good enough. With Hailey by my side, I can do anything.
When I graduate, I get accepted into a top medical school. I choose one closer by, though. A doctor’s a doctor, no matter where he graduates from, but there’s only one Hailey, and if she has at least one more year left here then so do I.
Hailey, of course, eventually graduates top of her class. She isn’t sure what she wants to do next yet, but we know whatever she chooses, we’ll take it on together.
After her commencement ceremony, I whisk her through campus to a familiar spot. She’s still in her graduation gown when we stumble inside our secret little cove in that old library.
I’ve already set up a make-shift bed with the couches. Before we get to that, though, I have a question.
I get on one knee and pull out the little black box.
Hailey doesn’t even wait for me to ask before she says yes.
We hug and kiss and make love in that old familiar spot where it all started.
We’re still poor but our futures have never been richer. I’m in love and my forever has been set, I just need to follow Hailey there. Oh, what an easy thing to do. There’s no better view in the entire world than watching that ass lead me to happiness.
God bless this library.
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