She pushes to her knees and crawls towards the end of the bed, all sultry and determined, and fuck if she isn’t making me hard. Coming off the bed and standing in front of me, she crosses her arms and grabs the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She drops to her knees at the same time the pink cotton tee hits the floor. Scraping her nails down my abdomen, she pops the button on my jeans and drags the zipper down, shimming my jeans down to my knees. My cock juts out in front of me, begging to be sucked.
“Going commando?” She asks before darting her tongue out to lick up my length, tasting the bead of pre cum that’s gathered on the tip of my cock and humming her approval. She takes my length in her mouth so suddenly that I jerk forward and have to regain my footing. She begins swirling her tongue all around, sucking me in and moving her head up and down, using one hand to stroke where her mouth can’t reach and the other hand is digging into my ass, pushing me further into her mouth. She’s fucking destroying me.
“Fuck baby, that mouth,” I hiss out, rocking my hips in and out of her hot mouth while she sucks me off. She moans her approval and takes her hand from my length to fondle my balls. I grunt, pistoning my hips in and out of her mouth. “Lex, baby. Fuck. You’re so hot. I'm about to come baby,” I manage to rasp out. She’s ravenous; hell-bent on making me come in her mouth. My orgasm tears through me and I explode in her mouth with a grunt and she swallows all of it, slowly releasing me but not before licking me from root to tip again. She’s off the bed and ditching her leggings before returning, crooking her finger at me as I shed what’s left of my clothes before joining her.
I settle between her legs and run my finger through her slit. Soaked.
“God baby, you are fucking dripping,” I say, sticking the same finger in my mouth so I can taste her. She bites her lip and lets out a whimper, nodding her head. “You really got this turned on just by sucking me off?” She nods her head again, reaching for me and dragging me down to meet her lips, tasting herself on my tongue. My cock lays heavily on her thigh as I trek my way further down, grazing my teeth against her nipple.
“How turned on are you, Lex?” She whimpers, lifting her hips off the bed so that her wet heat slides along my shaft. “Is this pretty pussy just for me?” I ask, sliding my cock against her wetness, teasing her folds with it.
“Y-yes,” she moans, “only you.” I grunt, her admission doing something to me. Awakening something carnal deep inside of me. She writhes beneath me as I make love to her mouth, savoring every sound coming from her as I continue my assault.
“I need you inside me. Please,” she begs, positioning me at her entrance and digging her nails into my shoulders.
I brace myself above her with one arm on the bed, teasing my cock in and out of her before finally sliding all the way in. I hiss out a breath and flex forward, sinking in as deep as I can go, her pussy clenching around me. She cries out, meeting me thrust for thrust. I fuck her, relentless and unforgiving. I’m slamming inside her as she arches up to meet me. I take her hand and suck on two of her fingers before guiding it down to her pussy, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up even wider. Her eyes widen as I use her fingers to strum her clit and she comes wiith a fucking scream like I’ve never heard before. Gripping the headboard with one hand, I slam in and out of her and I can feel my orgasm is close and before it hits I slip out of her, coming with a roar all over her chest and her stomach.
Using her hand, she smears it all over her tits, her stomach, and down to her cunt. Seeing her like this does something to me, breaks something loose. Something primal that I didn’t know even existed before she stormed into my life.
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There’s one minute left in the fourth quarter. We’re down by three points and the other team has the ball. This is the shit I live for, the smell of the air at the end of a long fall season and the leaves mixing with the smell of the turf. The excitement radiating from my players. The energy from the fans in the stands. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.
The ball snapping brings my attention back to the field. Their quarterback steps back and scans the field, looking to see who’s open. He drops back further, bringing his arm back and releases the ball. It’s like time stops. The fans are on their feet and the crowd is silent, all the players on the field have stopped, the ball is spinning in the air and holy.. Fucking.. Shit.. it’s intercepted by number 9 on our team and our fans go crazy. I take off sprinting down the field in the same direction as our player. He’s headed right for the end zone and TOUCHDOWN! The buzzer rings and our team goes insane. Everyone is rushing out to the field - players, cheerleaders, fans.
We’re state champs. Unbelievable. Jaxson claps me on the shoulder, “hell yes!” He hollers before heading to the end zone with the rest of our players. I scan the field looking for the only person that matters right now. My eyes lock on her instantly as she makes her way down the field in a jog towards me. In a sea of hundreds, she’s all I see. She reaches me, launching herself into my arms and pressing a kiss to my lips. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I run my hand up the middle of her back to her neck, pressing her deeper. A few catcalls ring out and I’m sure at least one of them came from Jax. I break the kiss and she’s grinning so big.
“Way to go coach,” she says, untangling her legs from around me and I reluctantly let her drop to the ground.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out. “I can’t believe we won.”
“I can,” she says, not missing a beat. “You’re an incredible coach and you have a great team. There was no doubt in my mind.” I grin and shake my head.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Miss Carter. Oof!” I stumble to the side as all 50 pounds of Aria hit me and she lets out a squeal.
“Daddy, oh my gosh you did it. You did it! You really did it!” She’s jumping up and down in front of me and following behind her are Zane and ma and Steve.
“Congrats baby,” mom says, pressing a kiss to my cheek and grabbing Aria’s hand so she doesn’t get trampled.
“Way to go, dad!” Zane reaches out for a fist bump and I oblige, ruffling his hair when I’m finished but I’m still eyeballing Steve holding my mother's hand. Lex elbows me in the ribs.
“Be nice,” she says, only quiet enough for me to hear her as she laces her fingers with mine and I narrow my eyes at her. But before I can say anything, Lex and I are both drenched with ice cold water and the team is surrounding us. The announcers are making their way through the crowd with the championship trophy. I’ve got the girl, the best family, and this big win. Life is good.
Lex
I turn around and flick the latch on the door behind me, hanging my purse on the hook on the wall. What an incredible weekend. Bringing home that state championship trophy is such an amazing accomplishment for Ford and his team. And my girls were great out on that field, cheering them on and nailing their halftime routine. This was literally a once in a lifetime experience for all of us and I loved every second of it.
Between the game and the hotel with Crawford, it was hands down the best weekend of my life, but I’m also exhausted. I have some grading to do but that can wait until I get a glass of wine and take a hot bath. I meander through the dining room, flicking through the mail that was laying on the table. Bill collectors and junk mail.
I toss it all on the counter and make my way to the fridge, snagging the last bottle of Rosé off the shelf. Gonna have to grab some more at the store. I use the corkscrew to work the top free, and spin to grab a glass from the shelf above the sink, stretching on my tippy toes to reach it. Just as I’m coming back down, I feel a pinch in my neck, the glass slips from my hand, and my whole world goes dark.
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My head feels fuzzy, like I’m swimming under water and trying to break the surface. Everything is foggy. I’m struggling to remember where I’m at. What was I doing?
It all starts coming back in small bursts. Ford smiling at me from the passenger seat of his truck. Us,
checking in at the hotel. Drinks at the bar. The night we spent together. The State Championship game.
I crack my eyes open and my surroundings start to come into view. I’m laying on my kitchen floor. I lift my hand and press it to my forehead, feeling something sticky and wet. I grimace when I see the blood on the heel of my palm, remembering the glass I was holding. God, how long was I out?
Pushing up to my elbows, I see her.
“Sophie? Wha..” I cut myself off when she spins around. It’s Sophie, but she looks different. She looks frazzled, her eyes sinister. She’s sneering at me.
“Shut. The. Fuck. UP!” She screeches the last word, roughly running her hands through her hair and tugging on the ends. “This is all your fucking fault, you couldn’t just keep your legs closed. You had to take something that wasn’t yours! He is MINE.”
“Who’s yours, Sophie?” I start to push to standing and she advances towards me, pulling a knife out of the butcher block on the counter and waving it at me. I freeze on the floor, holding my hands out in front of me to show her I’m not trying to do anything.
“Stop moving!” She shouts, banging her fist on the kitchen counter. “Ford. Ford is MINE and you came to town with your short shorts and your helpless little poor me act and you stole him right out from under me! I watched you two Saturday night in the hotel room. Watched you taking what’s mine. We were going to be together after graduation. All the time we’ve been spending together,” she’s eerily calm, running the knife back and forth across the counter in a criss cross pattern, “he’s been falling in love with me the last four years, I know he has. We’re just waiting until he’s not my teacher anymore. But then you had to come along and ruin it. Ruin everything. I’ve gotta take care of it. Ford would want me to.”
She stops talking and makes eye contact with me. My mind is going a mile a minute. I knew it felt like someone had been watching us last night, my skin had felt prickly after we made love and Ford had assured me it was just my imagination, that I was paranoid one of the students was going to knock on our door and catch us somehow.
“I.. I’m so sorry, Sophie,” I choke out, my hands shaking, “I didn’t know about the two of you. I had no idea. Does Ford know that you feel this way?” I can feel the bile rising in the back of my throat but knowing deep down that he would never .. with a student. Crawford James is a good man, an honest man.
She huffs out a humorless laugh. “I haven’t had a chance to show him how I feel because of you! You’re always around. Going over there after the kids are in bed, fucking him in OUR bed. Disgusting.” She starts to pace the tiled floor. I’ve been scooting back a little while she’s ranting. We are close to the back door and if I can get up and get it open, I can sprint to Ford's house. She turns her back, giving me the opening I need.
Scrambling up, I ignore the glass in my hands and lunge for the locks on the door, flipping the deadbolt just as I’m yanked backwards by my hair. She slams me onto the kitchen table and I cry out. She lunges for me and I flip out of the way, landing roughly on my knees on the floor. I ignore the glass cutting in through the rips in my jeans, scrambling as fast as I can towards the living room.
“You bitch!” She screeches, going after me again, grabbing me by the ankle and flipping me to my back. I kick her in the face and she cries out, blood gushing from her nose.
“You fucking cunt! I think you broke my nose!” I scoff, like I give a fuck. While she’s stunned, I shove to my feet and make a break for the door. I fling it open, and sprint across the driveway to Ford’s house.
I try the handle, but the door is locked. I start beating on the wooden door repeatedly with my fists. He has to be here.
“Ford! FORD!” I start screaming while pounding on the door, glancing over my shoulder to make sure she wasn't behind me. It swings open and he pulls me in, surprise written all over his face.
“What the fuck, Lex? Jesus Christ, baby, what happened?” I shove him back and slam the door shut behind me, flipping the lock and panting.
“Soph.. Sophie.” I’m breathing heavy, my heart racing, adrenaline still pumping through me. “I was in the kit.. kitchen. And wine.. and I felt something in my neck. And I wo..wo..woke up. And she was there..” I know I’m not making any fucking sense, but I’m scared out of my mind.
“Sophie? Sophie DeMarco did this to you?” Ford looks confused as if he can’t believe it.
“Yes Ford, Sophie DeMarco, your babysitter who is in LOVE WITH YOU!” I screech out, letting my head fall back against the door. “Call 9-1-1. Please.” I plead with him, my hands shaking.
He does what I ask, explaining to the officer on the phone what I just told him. I make my way into the kitchen and start rinsing my palms under the water, trying to get the glass out of them. Ford comes up behind me and turns me in his arms, shutting the water off. I start sobbing.
“Shhh,” he murmurs in my hair, “it’s okay baby, you’re safe now.” I hear the wail of the sirens getting closer but then I black out.
Ford
I’m sitting in the waiting area of the Emergency Room, my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. Alexis was brought in by ambulance after the cops asked her some initial questions. The paramedics assured me she was fine, all of her levels were good and she likely passed out from the shock of everything. The police searched for Sophie, but she was nowhere to be found. They said there was clearly a sign of a struggle next door and a syringe on the floor, but until they test it they won’t know what Lex was injected with.
“Alexis Carter’s family?” I snap my head up when a doctor calls out.
“Me, that’s me.” I croak, standing up, exhausted and worried. “Is she okay?”
“She’s just fine,” the woman doctor assures me with a polite smile, “all of her scans came back normal, we removed the glass from her hands and knees, and she’ll be ready to be discharged here shortly. You can come on back and see her.” Thank god. I follow the doctor back through the double doors and down the hall to her room where she leaves me to go gather her discharge paperwork.
There’s an officer inside taking her statement. She looks so fucking tiny in that hospital bed. I can’t believe Sophie would do something like this. And why?
“And then what happened?” The officer prompts her, and Lex nervously cuts her eyes to me. I round the bed and push her hair out of her face.
“Hey, it’s fine. Just tell him what happened,” I place a kiss on her forehead, thankful she’s okay.
She clears her throat. “Then, she told me I was ruining all of the plans she had with Crawford.” This time the officer cuts his eyes to me and I widen my eyes and choke a little.
“Excuse me? Plans?” I grit out, not understanding what’s happening.
“She claims she’s been in love with you for years and that she’s just been waiting on graduation. But then I came along and ruined everything, and she needed to fix it.” Lex winces and glances at me.
“Mr. James, are you in an intimate relationship with your student?” The cop has the nerve to ask me.
“Fuck no!” I growl, “She’s my student and my babysitter. That is IT!” I look at Alexis. “She actually said all this shit to you?” She flinches like I hit her.
“Why would I make this up, Ford? She drugged me and who knows what she would have done if I wouldn’t have gotten away!” She sobs.
“I know baby, shh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just surprised is all.”
“Has Ms. DeMarco made any advances towards you recently, Ford?” The officer asks, scribbling some notes in his notepad. I think for a minute.
“No, no advances," I grip the back of my neck, suddenly feeling like I’m under a microscope. “There was a night recently where I came home when she was babysitting and she had changed from whatever she was wearing when she got there to really short shorts and a tank top, but she didn’t make any “advances” towards me. You have to know, I would never EVER encourage that type of behavior between myself
and a student. Ever.”
“Zane had mentioned to me that he thought he saw Sophie coming out of your room one night when she was babysitting them,” Lex adds. “I didn’t think much of it, just assumed she was putting laundry away or cleaning up.”
“Alright,” the officer says, flipping his book shut. “We will be looking for Ms. DeMarco, Mrs. Crenshaw.” Alexis flinches, cutting her eyes to me. “Meanwhile, Ford, I’m going to need any correspondence between you and Sophie. Texts, phone calls. Anything you have. Security footage if you have a nanny cam or anything.” I nod, not taking my eyes off Alexis.
“Absolutely. I’ll bring it all to the precinct tomorrow.”
“Stay vigilant until we find her. Doors locked, windows locked. Alexis don’t go anywhere alone. I’ll be in touch.”
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