Tricked: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Longhorn Academy Dark Bully Romance Book 1)

by Amy Brown

  I need to calm down or I’ll shoot.

  I’m trying to figure out how far I can go with her. Will she let me pleasure her? I’m worried touching her pussy will jolt her out of the moment. I really don’t want this to stop yet. I study her for signs that she wants me to stop. I’m not seeing any, and when she arches into my touch, breathing hard, I feel a bit braver about pushing forward. She throws her head back, and I nibble her throat, licking and nipping. I want to make her come. I want her to experience how easily I can bring her to orgasm with just my fingers.

  I’m positive she’s a virgin. I’m one thousand percent positive she has never been fucked. It’s so obvious in how timid she is and how much she’s shaking. She doesn’t know how good it feels to have another person bring her off. She’s probably masturbated before, but the feeling of my fingers and tongue inside her will have her passing out with pleasure. Should I? Should I do it?

  I need this as much as her.

  I’m going to go for it and see if she lets me. She might try and stop me because she has no idea the immeasurable pleasure I can give her. She’s probably shy about my mouth being down there. A lot of girls are. I kiss her again, to keep her dizzy with pleasure. I flick my tongue in her mouth, and she presses closer. She wants this bad. She wants more.

  She’s gonna get more.

  I kiss a trail down from her wet mouth, over her heaving breasts to her navel. She stiffens, and says, “Wait.”

  I look up at her, her expression is hard to see in the dim light. But I can smell her musky arousal, and I know instinctively she doesn’t want me to stop. “It’s okay. I’m going to make you feel so good. Let me. Please?”

  “I’m scared,” she whispers.

  I smile. “No baby. Don’t be scared.” I lower onto my haunches, and she sucks in a sharp breath. Pushing my hands up her soft thighs, I feel the silk of her underpants. My thumb rubs over the center part, feeling how drenched the material is. I rub the folds of her pussy through the silk and she shudders. “Feels good when I touch you, right?”

  “Yes,” she moans.

  “Just go with it.” I can’t believe what’s happening, but I also can’t stop. I slip my fingers under the elastic of her panties.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers when my fingers touch her bare pussy. She’s soaked, and my fingers slide into her slick folds. I start slipping my thumb back and forth and she shudders. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

  Her little sounds make it impossible to think straight. My other hand slides up to grab her breast, and I finger her hard nipple. Her boobs are perfect, round and firm. She’s got me so turned on, I can’t breathe. I would kill to fuck her. I need it and she wants it. But I must control myself. Another day. Another day I’ll plunge into her pussy.

  “Charity,” I whisper. I have no idea why I say her name. Am I asking permission? Am I begging? Am I insane? All of the above? My brain is short circuiting as her pussy soaks my fingers.

  When she slides halfway down the tree, and her pussy is level with my face, I’m done. Gone. Dead. I rip her panties off like a wild man, and she yelps. I throw them in the bushes, and she tugs her skirt up to her waist.

  “I’m not a slut,” she says softly.

  She doesn’t need to tell me that. I know that this perfect little pussy of hers has never been touched by any other man. I can sense that in my soul. I feel proud that I’m the first guy to taste her. I can’t believe she’s allowing me this honor, and I have to actually stop myself from saying thank you. I thought maybe I’d get a kiss from her tonight. Maybe. It never occurred to me I’d have my tongue inside her. Never.

  What the fuck is happening? What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?

  With a groan I press my face to her silky blonde bush. I inhale her fragrant scent, so uniquely hers. She smells clean and turned on, and I stick my tongue out and tease her clit. The tender nub of flesh seems to tremble and pulse, just like my heart. I suck that tiny bunch of nerve endings into my mouth and she cries out.

  “Stop. Stop. It’s too much,” she hisses, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Oh, God… I… I…”

  I’m not stopping. No matter how much she begs. I’m not stopping until I’m certain she’s had the best climax of her life. I suck harder, and slide my fingers along the folds of her wet pussy. She shudders and her thighs clamp on the sides of my head.

  I swirl my tongue around her clit, then push it into her quivering pussy. She’s hot and slick with arousal, and I gently pull the lips of her vulva open and push my tongue even deeper. She gasps and shakes as I lick and suck her, and I slip one hand down into my pants and squeeze my dick. She’s got me so turned on I feel out of control.

  I need to come. I wish I was inside her, but either way I have to let loose. My balls are swollen and heavy, and I feel desperate for release. I should pull my dick out, just in case I lose control. But all I can think about is her coming. I need to hear how she sounds when she unravels. I suckle her clit, push two fingers inside her warm pussy, and start finger fucking her slow and deep.

  “No, I… I…” She arches her back, and then convulses like someone receiving electric shock therapy. A cry erupts from her throat, and she comes so suddenly, it takes me by surprise.

  A warm gush of her juices runs over my tongue, and I come too. With a grunt I explode in my pants like a teenager, almost blacking out from the intense pleasure. The inside of my briefs is painted with hot sticky spurts of cum, as I drink in her honey-like release.

  “Oh, my God,” she whimpers, shivering and moaning.

  I lick her clean, loving how she quivers every few seconds. My underwear is horribly uncomfortable, but I feel like a god for making her come. I stand, and kiss her, and when it ends, she buries her head against my shoulder, giving an embarrassed laugh.

  Now that the frenzy has passed, I’m worried she’ll start acting weird with me. When she lifts her head, she avoids my gaze as she straightens her clothes. I want to say something that will make the moment less awkward, but I don’t know what that would be. I was supposed to stay aloof with her, but if my sticky underwear is anything to go by, I’m the farthest thing from aloof. This wasn’t just me seducing her. This was me getting so turned on, I couldn’t control myself. All I could think about was her pleasure. I couldn’t stop until she was satisfied. That’s not like me. I’ve never had any sexual encounter with a chick that I wasn’t completely in control of my desire.

  I need to know where her head is at, so I ask, “Are you upset with me?”

  She shakes her head. “No, I’m more embarrassed by my behavior.”

  “You don’t need to be.” I frown, tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “I loved it.”

  Her laugh is gruff. “Of course. Guys love sex.”

  You seemed to love it too.

  I hold my tongue because I don’t want to alienate her. “We had some drinks, and we got carried away.” I smile, hoping to relax her. “This kind of thing happens all the time at the bonfire.”

  She doesn’t seem to like my comment. “Oh, really?”

  I grimace. “I simply mean we like to cut loose, and do what feels right.”

  “Or whoever is handy,” she mutters, stepping away from me.

  I’m disappointed that she’s prickly again. I keep hoping I’ll be able to break down her barriers, but they always return. She’s clammed up tight as a drum again. I always feel like I have to start at the beginning with her. Tonight was just the appetizer. How will we ever get to the main course if she shuts me down now?

  “Look, Charity. I didn’t expect this to happen. But I’m not going to lie and say I regret it either.” I was only going to push for a kiss. What happened between us was a beautiful surprise. I’m still trying to process all the confusing emotions she made me feel.

  “God, I can’t believe I did that with you.” Her voice wobbles. “This is so unlike me.”

  I want to say me too, but, truth is, I’ve defiled many a chick up against this tree. Difference is, this night mean
t something to me too. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I felt connected to her emotionally, not just physically. I don’t actually like that fact, but it’s the truth. I didn’t just need sex tonight, I needed Charity.

  “I won’t say anything to anyone. If that’s what you’re worried about.” I feel like a jerk lying to her. Reality is, if we’d fucked just now, I’d have spread that around school tomorrow. That’s the whole point of spending time with Charity: The Trailer Park Transfer Student. I’m not supposed to just make out with her because I want to.

  I have a goal here: total humiliation.

  My reason for humiliating her is a bit fuzzy at the moment, but that’s probably just because I’m still in a haze from my orgasm. By tomorrow, I’ll remember what the point of this little game is. If I have trouble remembering, Jeremy and Travis will set me straight.

  I’m shocked when she suddenly moves up to me and wraps her arms around me. She presses a soft kiss to my lips, and whispers, “Sorry. I’m being mean to you again.”

  Not sure what to say, I kiss her back. My heart squeezes oddly at her plaintive tone. Why do I feel protective of her? She isn’t mine to protect. I’m her worst nightmare. Still, I slide my arms around her too, and say, “It’s okay.”

  She gives a soft laugh. “Is it though?”

  “I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

  She sighs. “I need to work on being so defensive. I don’t want to push everyone away.” There she goes again, being jarringly open. One minute she’s closed off and the next completely vulnerable.

  “Meh, most of these assholes don’t deserve your time.” Not sure why I say that. At the moment, I’m one of the biggest assholes. “We should probably head back.”

  “Yes.” She nods.

  We move to the path, and walk in silence. The only sound is that of our shoes crunching on the stony ground. I have a battle inside of me. Part of me wants to get to know Charity better, and the other half of me fears that will make what I have to do ten times harder.

  I grit my teeth and remind myself that there’s no scenario where Charity and I come out of this as friends. If I don’t finish the job, Jeremy will. Then he’ll rag on me for being a wimp, and make my life hell. No, I must proceed with the plan. Once I pop her cherry, I’ll turn on her, and hopefully she’ll skulk off to some other school. If nothing else, she’ll have learned her place.

  And more importantly, I’ll keep mine among The Elites.

  Chapter Eleven

  Charity

  When we return to the bonfire, I feel like what I did with Mason is written on my face. My cheeks are hot, and I have trouble meeting Paula’s gaze. Does she know? If I keep acting weird she certainly will.

  I still can’t believe I let Mason touch me that intimately. Every time I think about his fingers inside me, and his mouth—God, his beautiful mouth. I let him do those dirty, filthy things to me with his mouth. I didn’t seem capable of stopping him.

  Paula pats the seat beside her, and I join her. She studies me intently, and I’m sure the fact that I won’t look at her makes her curious. Do I smell like sex? Probably. I’m not wearing underwear because Mason tossed them into the bushes. I shiver, remembering how passionate he was. I close my eyes, trying not to think about how I acted with him. He must think I’m a slut. I’ve never let a guy even touch me down there, and Mason had his tongue inside me.

  Why did I act like that with him?

  There’s something about Mason that makes me weak and soft. I get overheated when he holds my gaze, and I wanted him to do those things to me. I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together. It felt so fucking good too. He obviously knows how to pleasure a girl. There was no hesitation, he knew exactly what to do to get me turned on. And when I came, I almost passed out from the raw pleasure.

  I feel a little better knowing he came too. That makes me kind of proud. I didn’t even touch him down there, but he came too. I could tell from his sounds and the way his face scrunched with ecstasy. Just tasting me did that to him. It makes me feel powerful knowing I affect him too. He obviously has way more experience, but still he came because he was turned on.

  “Everything okay?” Paula’s voice breaks into my thoughts.

  I keep my gaze on the fire. “Of course.”

  “Mason didn’t get too handsy with you, did he?” She glances around, and finds Mason standing nearby talking to some guy. “He has a bit of a reputation with the girls.”

  I already know that Mason, Travis, and Jeremy all have reputations. The girls flock to them, and they take advantage of what’s offered. I wince inwardly, knowing I’m now one of them. Mason was very nice to me after we did what we did. But does he disrespect me now? I don’t want to be ashamed of being a sexual person. Girls should be allowed to give into our sexual needs just like a guy. However, since I’ve always thwarted guys from doing anything sexual with me, I do feel a bit rattled about how wantonly I allowed Mason to have his way.

  When I don’t answer, Paula leans closer, looking concerned. “Did he try something with you?”

  I’ve only known Paula a few days. However, she’s been so open and kind, I feel as if I’ve known her longer. She’s already someone I trust, but I’m embarrassed to admit how I just behaved with Mason. She might think poorly of me, and not want to be my friend. She doesn’t like Mason, and she won’t approve of my behavior, I’m sure.

  “We kissed.” I swallow, uncertain if I want to tell her the rest.

  She nods, and her expression is placid. “I figured.”

  “You did?” My cheeks warm. What else did she figure we’d do together? Sweat breaks out on my upper lip, and I look away.

  She studies me for a moment, and then says, “Shit.”

  I glance at her, surprised. “What?”

  “I can tell from your expression he got to you.”

  She’s making me sound like a cherry pie on a windowsill. “Got to me?”

  She sighs. “I didn’t want to talk Mason down to you because I knew you liked him.” She winces. “But now I’m thinking I should have.”

  “Why?”

  “So I could warn you to stay away from him.” She gnaws on her bottom lip, a line between her brows. “I didn’t think he’d make a move this quickly.”

  “He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t attack me or anything.”

  “No. But my guess is he used you.”

  Used me? No more than I used him.

  “He… he didn’t use me.” I’m not sure how to defend Mason or myself. I’m still embarrassed about my behavior, but I don’t like what she’s implying about Mason.

  Her gaze softens. “Are you sure? Mason Johnson takes what he wants.”

  I realize she think she’s protecting me, but Mason was so kind to me tonight. In fact, Mason’s always been kind. Even when I’ve been rude to him, he’s never responded the same way. He didn’t push for what happened between us tonight any harder than me. I wanted him to do those things to me. She’s making it sound like he took advantage of me, but that isn’t what happened at all.

  “I don’t think you know Mason very well.” I lift my chin.

  She frowns. “I’ve gone to school with him a long time. I think I probably know him better than you.”

  “You’re not friends with him though. You make your decisions about him based on rumors. You admitted that yourself earlier in the car.”

  “I did admit that, that’s true. But I’ve also witnessed him hurt girls.”

  “Hurt them? How?” Nothing about Mason suggests he would be physically abusive.

  She turns to Gregory, whose staring up at the night sky with a serene expression. I don’t think he’s been listening to our conversation because he jumps when she addresses him. “Gregory, what’s your opinion of Mason?”

  He flicks his wary glance toward me. “My opinion?”

  “Yes. What do you think about how he treats girls?”

  Gregory sets his empty soda bottle on the ground. “I’m not sure
I know enough about him to make a judgment.”

  Paula scowls. “You’ve known him as long as me.”

  “I’m not friends with him. I don’t really know what makes Mason tick.”

  Looking frustrated, Paula sighs. “Well, I know just enough about him that it makes me uneasy. I’m worried that he could hurt you, Charity.”

  “Tell me something specific. What’s your actual concern?” I frown. “So far, Mason has been nice to me. He’s studied with me, and invited me here. I can’t say he’s ever been anything but nice. I have no reason to stop seeing him.”

  Gregory nods. “Exactly. Yes, he’s friends with Travis and Jeremy, who are both sketchy. But, I’m friends with Travis too. I’m not as close as the three of them are, but I’d hate for you guys to stop being my friend just because I’m friends with Travis.”

  Paula grimaces. “True.”

  I lean toward her. “I know you’re trying to protect me. I appreciate that. But I really like Mason.” A little thrill goes through me as I think of him. “I don’t want to stop studying with him. If he wants to date me, I’m open to that. If you have an example of something horrible that he’s done, please tell me.”

  Shrugging, Paula says, “I don’t have anything concrete. I don’t have photos or messages of him doing anything bad. What I do have though are years and years of rumors. I don’t hear those kinds of rumors about Gregory, or Scott, or Paul. I hear these rumors about Travis, Jeremy, and Mason.”

  My stomach churns because she sounds so certain. It’s hard not to be influenced by her because she’s my friend. But I don’t really know her any better than I know Mason. I don’t think Paula has a mean bone in her body, and I know that everything she’s saying comes from a good place. But when I think of Mason, my heart melts. I don’t have any reason to doubt him or send him away. He seems genuinely interested in me.