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

by Amy Brown

  “I’m inside you,” he whispers hoarsely.

  “Mason,” I whimper.

  “You’re okay.” He kisses my hair, and slows down. “You’re okay, baby.”

  How can I feel like I’m being ripped apart, but still want him to fuck me harder? I feel drunk with pleasure as another orgasm builds deep inside. Now that he’s fulling seated inside of me, it feels so much better. The gliding friction of his dick is ecstasy as he pumps in and out of my pussy.

  I push up on my hands, and my breasts dangle in front of his face. He grabs one of the perky nipples with his lips and he sucks hard. I gasp and shudder at the erotic sensation of his dick thrusting in me, as he suckles my tit. His nails dig into my hips as he bites and nibbles my breasts. I’m definitely feeling my inner slut now, and I want to take control a bit.

  “I want… let me…” I don’t know how to word what I want. I’m wet and shivering as I sit up, trying to figure out how to ask him, in a ladylike way, to let me fuck myself on his cock.

  Maybe he instinctively knows what I want because his thrusts slow and then stop. I’m stretched full of him, and I ache to feel him moving inside me again. But he’s just watching me as if waiting to see what I do next. Soaked and shivering from the downpour, I slowly lift up and his dick slides out of me. It flops against his stomach, and he groans.

  I frown, frustrated. That wasn’t what I wanted. I feel achingly empty without his cock inside me. Mason watches me with a half grin as I carefully take hold of his dick and lift myself above him. Then I slide back down on his cock, and we both groan. It feels nice to control our pleasure, so I lift up again, being careful not to go too high. Then I drop down again, and we again groan in unison.

  Feeling less uncertain now, I begin to rise and fall on his erection. His lips stretch over his teeth and his eyes glitter as he starts moving his hips to my clumsy rhythm. Being in control of how deep he goes is insanely delicious. I tease him by squeezing my muscles on his dick, and he growls and digs his fingers into my thighs.

  My boobs bounce as I pump up and down on his cock. I feel like something out of a porno, but it feels too good to stop. I love how he watches me. He looks dangerous as he allows me to pleasure myself on him. I can feel his power restrained. He’s allowing me to control the moment, but I’m fully aware at any second it will end and he’ll take what he wants.

  I ride him for a few moments as the thunder cracks around us. The wind tangles my hair, and I’m on the edge of another orgasm. I’m not an exhibitionist by nature, but I feel exhilarated as I give my virginity to Mason. My pussy tenses and tightens, and I know I’m close.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, readying to give into my orgasm. “I’m gonna… oh.”

  “No. Not yet,” he says sharply.

  I blink at him, and yelp when he pulls out, and rolls me over onto my stomach. My breasts are pushed against the wet earth, and grass tickles my lips. He yanks my hips up, and nudges my thighs open. Then he thrusts inside the lips of my pussy roughly, and I gasp, inhaling a mouthful of mud. He was gentle at first, when he broke my hymen, he was a gentleman. Now? He’s different.

  I claw the ground, moaning because, even though he’s rough, it feels good. My body slides in the slick mud as he pumps into me. The gritty grass rubs my nipples, and stomach. I feel a little like a ragdoll as he pounds into me. He adjusts his position, so that his hands are on the small of my back, and he holds me down as he fucks me deep and slow.

  “So tight,” he growls. “Fuck, I knew you’d be good.”

  I’m gratified that he likes being inside me, even as I wonder if Sophia would tolerate her face being shoved in the mud. Does he think he can treat me like this because he still thinks I’m poor and live in a trailer? Or does he just always take what he wants from girls because he thinks he is entitled?

  Just yesterday my plan was to teach Mason a lesson in humility, and here I am face down in the mud. I guess I let my hunger for him overshadow my brain. My pride seems to have deserted me. I probably should tell him to get off me, but I don’t want him to. I want the storm inside me to match the one flashing and crashing around us. I like the idea he has no control right now. It turns me on that he can’t be gentle anymore because he’s desperate to come in my pussy.

  He pushes his mouth against my ear. “Fuck Jeremy,” he growls. “I had you first.”

  His angry comment shocks me. Confused, I struggle to push him off me, but he doesn’t budge. He pulls my hips up higher and slides one had around to squeeze my breasts, then he slides that hand possessively down my body, over my stomach, to finger my clit. I cry out because it’s too much with his dick pumping in and out of me, and his fingers teasing my quivering clit.

  I moan and wiggle, trying to escape his fingers. “Please, no more.” I feel like I’m going to explode from the intense pleasure. My clit aches from the insistent rubbing, and my pussy throbs as he pounds into me. I’ve never experienced this level of heightened pleasure. It’s actually painful as I balance on the edge of my climax. “Mason, please,” I beg.

  “Come for me, Charity. Let go, baby.”

  “No. No.” I’m almost crying it feels so good.

  He pinches my clit, and I gasp as my body shatters into a million shards of delight. Brilliant colors flicker behind my lids. A shriek rips from my tight throat, and I almost pass out. I can’t control how my body convulses, and the pleasure that ravages me leaves me weak and trembling.

  “Oh, God.” He stiffens and his cock swells inside me. He shudders and moans on top of me, thrusting through his climax. Finally, he falls silent, breathing hard.

  He’s heavy but I don’t care. I’m not even sure I ever want to move. My muscles are mush, and I don’t care that I have mud and grass in my mouth. If I die now, it was all worth it. I’ve never felt pleasure like that before. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel like this.

  After a few minutes, he groans and gets off of me. The rain has stopped, but there’s still thunder in the distance. He grabs my arms and pulls me to my feet. I scowl because I wasn’t ready to move yet. His face and body are smeared with mud, but I have no doubt I’m way worse. My suspicions are confirmed when he grins at me.

  “You look like you’re made of chocolate.” He laughs.

  I spit out a piece of clover, and meet his amused gaze. I’m not sure how to feel. I just gave away my virginity, and I don’t feel like laughing. I realize he’s done this a million times, but this is my first time. I’m feeling a bit vulnerable.

  His smile fades, and he moves closer. “Shit. Sorry.” He pulls me into his arms, and he sighs. “Did I hurt you?”

  I inhale his addicting scent, and shrug. I feel better now that he’s not being so flippant. Maybe I’m expecting too much by hoping a serial womanizer would care that he popped my cherry. I’m still confused by why he mentioned Jeremy while we were fucking. I realize he and Jeremy have a rivalry where I’m concerned. But, he made me feel like a bowling trophy.

  He strokes my back and I relax against him. “Do you regret it?” he asks quietly.

  I shake my head. I don’t. Not even a little. I’ve never felt pleasure like that, and I’m glad he was my first. But it’s awkward now. What are we to each other? I don’t think we’re even officially friends. I’m certainly not naive enough to think we’re a thing now.

  Should I just ask him to take me home right away? Having never fucked anyone before, I’m not sure what the etiquette is in this situation. Fucking Mason didn’t suddenly make me worldly. I’m now officially sexually active, but I don’t feel any different. I’m still the same insecure girl I was an hour ago.

  Not sure what to say, I look down at my mud covered body. He’s right, I do look like I’m made of chocolate. I wipe at the sludge stuck to my skin. “I can’t get in your car like this.”

  “Neither of us can.”

  I blink at him, feeling lost. “Do you have some wipes or anything in your glove compartment?”

  You know, maybe tucked behind the c
ondoms?

  “Come with me.” His voice is gentle.

  I allow him to lead me to the lake. He walks into the water, holding my hand. Once we’re far enough out to where the water covers my chest, he begins to carefully wash me. His touch is tender, and his hands glide over my body. I shiver, and he smiles.

  “I’m sorry I made that joke about you being made of chocolate.” He looks up, and his gaze is earnest. “I felt kind of shy, so I just blurted that out.”

  He felt shy?

  “Why would you feel shy with me?”

  He rubs my cheeks with his wet fingers. “You’re not like most girls.”

  I study him, noticing he’s avoiding my gaze. The idea of Mason being anything but confident is surprising. “Is that good or bad?”

  He frowns. “I’m not sure. It’s confusing.”

  What does that mean?

  “Was… was being with me a letdown?” I ask.

  He finally meets my gaze, looking surprised. “What? Are you serious?”

  “I don’t have anything to go by. Maybe my vagina is weird or something.” I laugh, my face warm.

  He laughs gruffly. “Your… uh… your body is perfect, Charity.”

  “Okay.” I laugh awkwardly. “It’s nice to have the opinion of an expert.”

  He opens his mouth as if he’s going to respond, but there’s a flash of lightening, and he looks up at the sky. “We should probably get out of the water.”

  “Yeah.” I turn and head toward the shore quickly. I’m suddenly very tired, and I really just want to go home. This has been an emotionally draining day. My body is sore from what we did together, but I still don’t regret it. I simply feel the need to be alone so I can sort through all my jumbled emotions.

  We dress swiftly and pack up the truck. I text my mom on the ride back to his house, and she’s waiting when we pull in his driveway. The minute Mason parks, I get out, and go straight to Mom’s car. Mason looks a bit nonplussed at my swift exit. I’m not sure if he expected a kiss or a hug from me, but I’m completely clueless about how to handle our goodbye. Not to mention, I don’t want Mom catching on that anything intimate happened between us. No way Jose.

  Mason and I didn’t discuss how things will be between us now. I don’t expect anything to change. Mason made no promises. We had sex because we were horny, and that’s the extent of it. It’s not like things changed after that night after the bonfire. He treated me exactly the same at school. I have no reason to expect anything different now.

  I’ll simply be happy with the fact that I had Mason on my own terms. He didn’t trick me into his bed, I gave myself to him willingly. I don’t have my virginity anymore, but at least I have my pride.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Mason

  When Charity took her top off and offered herself to me, I almost came in my swim trunks. I’ve never met a girl like her. One second I think she hates me, and the next she’s riding my cock like she can’t get enough of me. I’m beaming with pride that I got to her before Jeremy. I almost fucked up when I let that slip during sex. Luckily, I don’t think she heard me clearly.

  I was frustrated her mom was already waiting for us when I pulled up to my house. I wanted one last taste of Charity’s mouth before she left me for the day. Watching her leave, and not getting to touch her first, was torture. Once I’ve had a girl, I usually don’t need to tap that again. But I can’t stop thinking about Charity.

  Technically, I’m supposed to tell Jeremy and Travis I’ve fucked her. Then we’ll proceed with Operation Humiliate Charity the Transfer Student. I have some nudes of her on my phone we can use to embarrass her. I left my phone in the truck, and when I went to get the condom, I managed to snap a few naked photos of her on the grass. She was so nervous and distracted by the storm, she had no idea. Now I’m supposed to use those photos to shame her.

  I swipe through my phone and zoom in on a picture of her nude body. My dick warms at the sight of her, and I close my eyes. Jesus, she makes me nuts. I just had her hours ago, and I already want her again. I doubt she’ll tell anyone what we did. If I don’t either, maybe I can enjoy her a few more times before I have to turn on her. That could be tricky. If for some reason she does tell people about what we did, and Jeremy and Travis find out I kept that a secret, they’ll be pissed.

  My hunger for her outweighs my desire to avoid trouble. I have to have her at least once more before I tell Jeremy and Travis the truth. I wish I didn’t actually like her as a person. She’s funny and she sees the world so differently than me, I like hearing her thoughts. I loved how she turned the tables on me today, and started bossing me around. Telling me to drop my shorts and get on the grass, that was a turn on. I had no idea I liked that kind of thing, but I did when Charity did it. I don’t think I’m the kind of dude who would be into whips and chains, but I liked giving some power over to her today.

  I know that my loyalty has to be to The Elites, but it’s going to hurt to turn on Charity. I haven’t known her very long, but she’s grown on me fast. It’s not just sexual either. I like hanging out with her. The sexual chemistry we share and her personality makes her almost irresistible. But I’m not looking for a girlfriend, and especially not one who lives in a trailer park. That would reflect on me, and I don’t want to put up with all the hassle that would bring to my life.

  Maybe I can see her tomorrow too. If I can get her to my house, I can fuck her all day. By the end of the weekend, I’ll probably be tired of her, and ready to throw her to the wolves. That seems like a good plan. I’ll use her until I’m bored, and then come Monday morning, it will be goodbye.

  I’d be surprised if she quit Longhorn Academy immediately. She’s one stubborn chick. Even if I humiliate her by posting naked photos, pictures of that shitty trailer park she lives at, and whatever else I can come up with, she probably won’t leave right away. It might take a few months of nonstop bullying to get her to bolt. I’ll let Jeremy, Travis, and Sophia handle that part. I don’t know if I can stand it if Charity starts crying or something. It will be hard enough to watch them torment her. I know from the other night at the party, something about her makes me want to protect her. That won’t work unless I want to become a target myself.

  Even if she stays at Longhorn Academy though, she’ll be broken. No one can put up with constant harassing. Even a stubborn girl like Charity will eventually break. I ignore how my heart hurts at the idea of Charity cowed. She’s got such a fiery spark in her eyes, it will be a shame when it dies out. But it’s inevitable. Maybe if she’d come in kissing ass a little bit, we could have overlooked her being a transfer student. But she’s been too full of herself from the beginning.

  I spend a restless night with dreams of Charity running off with Jeremy, and Sophia trying to seduce me. By the time the sun rises, I’m relieved it’s finally morning. I plan on contacting Charity early, so I can spend all day with her. I grab coffee from the kitchen, and then call her. My heart is racing as I wait for her to answer.

  “Hello?” When she picks up, her voice is husky with sleep.

  “Morning, beautiful,” I say, hoping she’s as happy to hear my voice as I am to hear hers. I assume she’s thought about me all night like I did her. A silence stretches, and I frown. “It’s Mason.”

  “Oh!” She laughs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sleepy I didn’t recognize your voice.”

  She didn’t recognize my voice?

  How many guys does she have calling her? How the hell did she not know my voice? I’m the guy who took her virginity, and she doesn’t recognize my voice one day later? My ego is a bit bruised as I say, “That’s not very flattering.”

  “Sorry. Don’t be mad.”

  I laugh gruffly. “I’ll try not to let it bother me.” Of course it bugs me. I don’t think I’ve ever called a girl that she didn’t know my voice. After what transpired between Charity and me yesterday, she’s the last girl I’d have expected to forget my voice.

  She clears her throat. “Did you need
something?”

  “Uhh…” I scowl and clench the phone. I’m beginning to feel like a salesperson calling to sell her aluminum siding, not her lover. Her reception is much chillier than expected. This call isn’t going at all how I’d hoped. I guess that should be no surprise when dealing with Charity. She rarely does what I expect.

  “You’d better talk fast.”

  My mouth drops open, and I say, “I’m sorry?”

  “You need to say whatever it is fast,” she says, sounding exasperated.

  “Maybe calling you was a mistake.”

  “No, wait. Don’t hang up, Mason. I’ll be right back.” I hear rustling and some cursing. “Asshole!”

  I’m not sure what the hell is happening, and I’m beginning to regret calling her. I must have misjudged how much she enjoyed our time together yesterday. I’ve had warmer receptions when I call the electric company to report an outage.

  “Are you there?” She comes back on the line sounding breathless. “My phone battery was about to die, and I was afraid you’d think I hung up on you.”

  “Oh.” So she wasn’t unhappy to hear from me? “You did seem a bit off hand.”

  “I know. Sorry.” She sighs. “It’s nice to hear your voice.”

  One minute I want to hang up on her, and the next my heart squeezes with what can only be described as affection. She’s so odd, but I can’t seem to care. I still want to see her today. “You mean now that you recognize my voice, it’s nice to hear it?”

  “God. I’m batting a thousand today.”

  She sounds demoralized, so I bend. “It’s great to hear your voice too, Charity.”

  “Okay, good.”

  I suddenly feel nervous about asking her out. I don’t get nervous asking girls out. Problem with Charity is, I never know what she’s going to do or say. Frankly, if I’d called Sophia, she’d probably have already asked me out before I could ask. “I was wondering…” I sit up straighter and try to gather my courage. “Would you want to come to my house and maybe just hang out today?”