Colin:
Hey beautiful. Dad has to work late. Maybe we can have that pizza you've been bitchin’ about all week.
Sounds good to me. Hey, did you want to do something this weekend?
The little bubbles appear as I wait for his response. They start and then stop, and I can’t help it if I come off sounding like a needy girlfriend.
Just when I think he's not going to reply, my phone buzzes.
Colin:
Saturday I'm going out with a couple of the guys.
I wonder if he would have told me that if I didn't ask.
“Who you talking to?” Tamara smirks, trying to spy. I turn off my screen and roll my eyes for dramatic effect.
“Colin. He was telling me he—” I pause, spacing out looking for an excuse. Come on, Abbs, think. “He uh, cleaned my mess in the kitchen so Victor didn't lose his head.”
That's the best I could come up with?
“Your step-dad is a douchebag. I still don’t get what your mom sees in him. Like we can’t come over? You can't breathe? You left your socks out and you're grounded?” Tamara bitches, replaying some of the things I told her about the devil.
“Yeah, I know. So, Colin looks out for me.”
“I'm glad. He's hot, but I was worried he'd be like his dad…oh, you should totally bring him to hang out sometime.”
My eyes widen not knowing how that would play out. “Yeah, for sure,” I lie again, looking back at my phone at another message from Colin while Tamara attempts to steal Sandy's fries.
Colin:
Not sure yet if I'm going to have to work Sunday, but if not, I'm all yours. We can go find some abandoned warehouse or something and I can fuck you into next week.
As tempting as that sounds, I prefer not to be fucked where there's a chance I'll be in the same place as rodents, spiders, possible dead bodies, or zombies.
Colin:
Okay, no warehouses.
I'm about to reply with something smart when he sends another message, beating me to it.
Colin:
Since we can't run the risk of zombies, I hear the circus is in town, we could fuck under the big top. Clowns are cool, right? They weren’t on that list.
I hate you.
* * *
I'm startled awake by warm kisses trailing up my leg. Fingers trace over my wet slit before they sink deep inside me. I let out a deep throaty moan as the mouth finds my clit and sucks.
“Shhh…” Colin hushes from under my blanket.
His fingers move in and out of me, slow and teasing, and I reach down, letting my fingers run through his silky strands. I'm in pleasure overload and can't think about anything other than the tongue sucking and licking me.
It’s been the same every morning since we hooked up a couple weeks ago. Like promised, he sneaks into my room and has his way with me. Every morning, I let him. I can’t deny him. He always makes me feel so good.
My toes curl into the sheets and my stomach clenches as his fingers pick up the pace. His lips cover mine to silence me, his darkened blue eyes gaze at me as my orgasm rips through me.
“You never fail to please me,” his hoarse voice whispers in my ear.
He removes his fingers and they glisten with my juices. He holds them to his nose, giving them a whiff before he rubs them on my naked breasts.
Once my breasts are coated with my arousal, he sticks his fingers in his mouth. He hums as he sucks the leftovers off them.
Colin’s mouth hovers over my breasts, and his eyes glint up to me with a smirk on his face. “This is my favorite meal of the morning,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. “Always so fucking appetizing.” His mouth latches to my nipple and he sucks, nips and slurps, making my already strained nipples, harder, aching. He takes his time on each one, making sure he gets every drop he put on them.
When he’s done he comes face to face with me, licking his lips before kissing me and sharing his morning treat with me. I didn’t think I would enjoy what I taste like, but off his tongue, I taste amazing.
“You like that my dirty little girl?” he whispers and rolls one of my erect nipples between his fingers.
“Yes.”
“God, your perfect,” he murmurs and sinks himself into me. I welcome the intrusion and wrap my legs around him to bring him closer. “I love how tight your pussy is, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
He slowly moves in me and I feel every inch and every ripple of him. His thick cock keeps me satisfied; even hours later, I know where he's been, and come home wanting more, just like he said.
His eyes never leave mine and our quiet pants fill the room. I dig my nails into his back, trying to hold onto him, and wanting to leave my mark on him. His thrusts become faster and faster, my body being pushed back roughly on the sheets, and my stomach tightens, preparing for my release.
“Colin,” I moan and close my eyes, on the brink of ecstasy.
“Not yet,” Colin growls and pulls out of me.
“What?” I whine as my orgasm melts away. The bastard has the nerve to laugh and rolls himself on his back.
“Come here.” He grabs my hips and lifts me to move on top of him. “I want you to ride me. I want to see your tits bounce and see you come apart on top of me.”
“I was so close…” I breathe and sink myself onto his waiting dick
“I know, but it’ll feel even better now when you come. Trust me.” He winks and grabs a hold of my waist.
“You're a bastard.” He wants to torture me, well, I’ll be happy to return the favor.
Slowly I roll and rock my hips, with my head tilted back and my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his dick as it hits every nerve inside my pussy. My core clenches with every roll, wanting to lock him in place, and suck him in deeper. At this rate, I won’t need his heavy thrusts to make me come; the fullness and his deep moans are enough to make me fall apart. His hands run down my body, setting my heated skin on fire.
“I know what you’re doing, Abbs.” His husky voice grabs my attention and I stare back down at him.
“What am I doing?”
He doesn’t answer, but there’s determination written all over his handsome face. His thumb circles around my swollen clit and I jump in response with how overly sensitive it is right now. “Ahhh,” I cry, no longer able to hold my body up, my muscles now quivering. My hands fall to his chest, clawing at him, trying to get a grip of his skin, the sensation becoming all too much.
“One day, you will listen to me,” he says cheekily, his thumb stopping its attack. I laugh in reply because that’s never going to happen. He grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I’m sure I’ll have new fingerprint bruises to match the ones he left me two days ago. He bends his knees slightly before lifting me up to his tip and drops me on his dick, violently.
“Fuck...” I scream, as his dick hits my cervix. He does that motion, again and again, my moans getting louder with each hit. It's intense, rough, needy, and I fucking love it.
“Hush…” he grits, “we don’t need to get caught with my dick in you.”
He slams into me again and I bite my lip hard to try to silence myself. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I can hardly keep my body upright any longer. My whole body is tingling, every muscle I have tensing up, and with one last slam, I detonate, with his name leaving my lips again, in a jumbled mess.
“Fuck, yes, baby. You’re squeezing me so hard,” he mutters and even though he’s holding me tight my body collapses on top of his.
He continues to move inside of me, my body still quivers from the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me, as he races to get his. I can’t help but look at him, in this moment, and memorize every inch of his face. His slacked jaw, his eyes tightly closed, and the sound of his heavy pants. That’s what I do to him. I latch my lips to the side of his neck and suck, wanting to taste his salty skin. I drag my nails through his scalp and he turns to kiss me.
“Abbs…” His final thrusts become erratic and I
swear his fingers are going to be permanently imprinted into me. “Fuck…” he roars, pouring himself into me.
Once our breathing is back in check, he rubs his hand down my naked back and I nuzzle myself into his neck. I just want to stay like this for the rest of the day with him.
“Always so fucking good.” He gently kisses the top of my head. The alarm on his watch beeps and he glances at it, before turning it off.
“You need to get ready for school.” He slides out of me and moves me to the mattress before he rolls himself off my bed. I watch as Colin finds his pants and slips them on.
“I don’t wanna go. Can’t I pretend it’s a snow day?” I whine and dramatically fall back on the bed, spreading myself out like a snow angel.
He laughs at me and then throws a pillow at my head. “Well, you need to. Don't you have a test or something?”
I’m totally not ready for my chemistry test. “Don’t remind me of my failures.”
“Stop being dramatic.” He slips on his shirt, and I sit up in a flash. Ignoring the sudden head rush, and woozy feeling, I crawl over to him. My hand reaches out for him, and I give him my biggest and cutest full pout. “Don’t go. Shower with me.”
“I can’t. I have to meet dad at the job site in an hour or he’ll blow a fucking gasket. Now get up or I'll give you a spanking,” he threatens, and his eyes darken deliciously, making me squirm.
“Yes, please.” I turn myself around on all fours and shake my ass at him.
“Oh, baby you don’t know what you're asking of me…” Both his hands squeeze my ass cheeks before I get a loud whack to each cheek.
I hum my delight and he does it again. “I would love to take you again, but there isn't any time now. Get dressed.” With one final smack, he turns and leaves the room.
The euphoric high I was on after Colin’s wakeup call vanishes as the slight cold I've been dealing with for the last two days hits me like a ton of bricks when I get in the shower.
Not only do I have a running nose and a cough that sounds like I'm hacking up a hairball, but I'm light-headed, have the shakes, and the chills.
I wish I just stayed home.
I'm at my locker stuffing my books inside when I'm flanked by Tamara and Sandy.
“Damn girl, you look like death.”
I roll my eyes at Tamara’s sincerity. “Thanks, love ya too.”
I glance in my locker's mirror and notice I'm pale other than the Rudolph nose I’m sporting. My hair resembles someone who's just been fucked. Though it was about two hours ago, it's because I didn't have the energy to do anything with it after my shower and just put it in a messy ass ponytail.
“But you do. Are you okay?”
“No,” I whine and close my locker, resting my forehead against it. “I really do wanna die.”
“Maybe you should go to the nurse's,” Sandy says, rubbing my back.
I lift my head off my locker and turn around, swinging my backpack over my shoulder.
“I have a chem test fourth period. Mr. Hanson isn't doing any makeups for it. I have to be there.”
Mr. Hanson is the biggest hardass around here and has zero chill when it comes to missing class for any reason. Unless you're dead, there's no excuse for missing class.
Sometimes I wonder if he’s somehow related to my devil of a step-father.
“Well, maybe he'd change his mind if you dramatically pass out in the middle of filling a beaker.”
“Knowing Mr. Hanson, he'd fail me for breaking the beaker when I fell.” I moan and I’m hit with a coughing attack.
Sandy pats me on the back and Tamara hands me a cherry lifesaver hard candy, telling me it'll help for a second. I take it from her, knowing it’s the closest thing I’ll find to a lozenge, and pop it in my mouth. It does soothe the back of my throat for a second, and I’m grateful when she hands me the rest the bag for the day.
Tamara's eyes flit over my shoulder and she's suddenly wearing a flirty smile and flipping her thick, curly hair back.
“Oh god, who are you making eyes at now?” I groan and turn around to see Billy O’Shea and Dean Riley standing by their lockers. Billy and Dean are both lengthy, yet built, surfer blond, and on the basketball and swim team. I’ve known them since I was little, and Dean is one of those boys I can never forget about eating glue. But worst of all, he ripped the head off my Barbie when I was seven. My favorite one too.
“When is she not making eyes,” Sandy jests with a shake of her head. “Anyways, I'll catch you both later. I need to talk to Ms. Williams before class.”
She gives me a hug and then makes her way down the hall just as Billy and Dean make their way toward us.
“Hey girls,” Billy nods and slides his arm around Tamara, “you wanna walk with me to class?”
“Of course.” Her brown eyes gleam and then turn to me. “You going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll try dozing in first. Go!” I wave her off and she blows me a kiss before skipping away with Billy.
Dean leans into the lockers and smiles at me. “I feel like I haven’t seen you around lately. You missed my party on Saturday.”
“Well, you missed mine weeks ago. But I was grounded anyways,” I say nonchalantly, not being able to look him in the eye.
I had planned to go to Dean's party, but Colin took me to a house party in Dover instead. Since I knew some of his friends from the concert I was still just his step-sister. I spent the whole night not being able to touch him and wishing I didn’t go. His friends were nice and welcomed me by pouring drinks down my throat, but I wanted them to know about us. I got part of my wish when Colin’s best friend, Rick, walked into the guest room where Colin was fucking me within an inch of my life. He thought one of his friends had hit on me when all he did was ask me if I wanted another drink. Colin couldn't lie about why his dick had been in me, so now there's one person who knows. I was relieved when he ended up being supportive of us.
“What did you do?”
Before I can think of a crazy story, I let out a set of three loud high pitched sneezes that I’m sure could have been picked up on the space station.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just got a cold.” The bell rings and I tell him I’ll talk to him later. I’m halfway down the hall, eager to get my sleep on when he catches up to me.
“Abbs, wait, there’s something I wanted to ask you.” He swings his arm over my shoulder and I feel a bit uncomfortable with his arm around me.
Not sure why because he always has been touchy-feely.
“What's up?”
“I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me? Maybe this weekend, we could have dinner and a movie?”
I freeze, right in the middle of the hallway as everyone zigs past and around me on their way to class. Dean's arm falls to the side and he stares at me eagerly.
“You mean alone?” I gulp, not knowing how to turn him down because I'm tired of lying. Even if I wasn't with Colin, I don't think I'd date Dean. He's just a friend.
“Yeah, I've been wanting to ask you out for a while, but—” He nervously shifts, looking unsure of what he's going to say. “I came to your house a month ago looking for you, but the minute I stepped foot on the porch your step-dad said I needed to stay away,” he says still shifting around. “Well, what he really said was to get the fuck off his porch and don’t come sniffing around for you anymore.”
“He said what?” I screech, which only makes my achy throat hurt more. Rage swims through my veins, and heat rises in my body that has nothing to do with my fever. Some people turn their heads at me and laugh but keep walking as I stew and then start to hack.
Dean pats my back gently as the coughing attack passes. “Yeah, then he slammed the door in my face. It was odd, but I figured I'd do as he said. But I know you go out with Tam and Sandy some nights, so maybe, we could figure something out?”
My mouth pops open and closes, hating the fact that I’m going to turn him down. I’ve never done this before and it hur
ts because he has been my friend for so long. Is this going to change everything now between us?
“Dean, I—I'm actually not allowed to date.”
Lying has become normal to me now, but I thought I was better than this excuse.
“Oh? So, is that why your step-dad was acting like such a dick?”
“No, he’s still a dick, regardless. He shouldn’t have said that to you. It’s more because of my mom; she wants me to focus on school since I came home with a C during the first semester. She also told me that ‘boys get in the way.’ She’s always said it, but she’s stricter about that now and I agree with her.”
“Okay. I guess I get that.” He appears heartbroken as his eyes wander down the hall.
Secretly, I wonder if it would be easier with Dean. There would be no hiding and he would call me his girlfriend to his friends. I mean he still wants to go out with me even though I look like Casper, with crazy hair, and a bright red, runny nose.
I shake it off, knowing even if I don't have those things with Colin, he's who I want.
“Well, when you can—will you consider going out with me?” His green eyes plead when they find mine again.
“But you might find someone else before that?”
He adjusts his backpack strap over his shoulder. “I don’t know. Maybe. But I’m hoping it won’t take too long before you can date. I really do like you, Abbs.”
I give him a weak smile and melt from the sweetness in his voice. “Yeah, I’ll consider it.” I don’t have the heart to say no. Dean’s adorable; he’ll find someone else in no time.
“Great.” His pearly white grin nearly blinds me, and he puts his arm behind my back, moving me down the hall. “We better hustle or we’ll be late.”
I return home from school and feel like the undead. I somehow made it through my chem test, but I think I’ll be lucky to get a C on it. All the words started to blur, and I’m sure I mixed something wrong. My only luck was it didn’t blow up.
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