Six Feet Under

by Paula O'Hara

  "Then tell me what the gun was for."

  Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell. This chick was killing me and I seriously didn't mind it, for some reason.

  I moved my head so that she pulled her lips back from my jaw and observed my face.

  Before either of us said anything, I kissed her again and immediately felt her kiss back.

  My dick twitched in her hand at that, which in turn made her smile a little into our kiss.

  "Tell me, puppy," she repeated, her voice sending a damn tingle down my spine.

  I really needed to fuck her as soon as she got off her period.

  "I hate you," I breathed, pulling back from the kiss to be able to look into her amused eyes.

  I noticed her pupils were dilated... was she getting turned on by jerking me off?

  "You're fucking evil, Willow. Do you like watching me?" I let out a strained chuckle, moaning lowly at the end when her hand squeezed the base of my dick gently.

  Willow

  I grinned a little, definitely enjoying the way he looked right now.

  During sex it was pretty hard for me to concentrate on how he looked, since he was giving me mind-clouding pleasure.

  Hunter looked incredibly hot right now and I would have liked nothing more than to jump on his dick right then, but knew I couldn't.

  "I do," I told him, slowing the movements of my hand around his hard member again to tease him.

  He let out a small groan of disapproval and gave me a look.

  I knew he wanted to come but I wanted to know the truth behind the gun he had retrieved on our children's zoo date.

  And since most guys think with their dicks...

  "What was the gun for, Hunter?" I asked him yet again gently, moving my hand up and down extremely slowly but with enough pressure for him to get pleasure from it.

  By the way his hands were squeezing my thighs and his breathing was growing shakier, I knew he was close and just needed me to finish this up.

  "Was it to kill someone?"

  All amusement and joking left me as I asked this question. I didn't mean only Hunter who could have used the gun to murder someone. I also meant the scenario of him having given the gun to someone who'd then used it to end someone's life.

  When he shook his head, I felt my shoulders relaxing.

  I ran my hand along him a little faster, sort of rewarding him for deciding to give me answers.

  "What was it for, then?"

  I needed to know and didn't care if he didn't want to tell me.

  I wasn't going to get him in trouble, or anything, I just wanted to know for the peace of my mind.

  "It was to frame someone, Willow," he breathed, eyes fluttering open to look into mine. God, he was sexy.

  "To frame someone?" Oh?

  "The gun's with the police now and the framed person in jail, if everything's gone according to plan," he murmured, lower stomach muscles visibly clenching after I added a bit more speed to the movements of my hand.

  He couldn't have organised that alone, and if he had, he would be risking a serious punishment alone if he got caught. Hunter wasn't that stupid.

  "Are you working for someone?" I then asked while he let out a small groan of pleasure after I had swiped my thumb over his sensitive tip.

  "I'm gonna come," he rasped, voice very low.

  With his eyes on mine, I felt his hands move up on my thighs before he was able to press his thumb against my clit over my clothes.

  I looked down at my lap, shots of pleasure coursing through my veins when his thumb began moving in circles with enough pressure for me to let out a small breath.

  "Not before you tell me who you're working for," I managed to keep myself together while he neared his orgasm.

  "Fuck," he moaned lowly underneath his breath, shaking his head a little.

  How was his freaking thumb giving me this much pleasure?

  "Please, Willow. It's a l-long story," a low moan slipped his lips again.

  Listening to and watching him right now was seriously turning me on. His member was hot and hard in my hand, and there was nothing more I wanted right now than to have it inside me.

  "I'll tell you everything later, alright?"

  His pleasure-filled and slightly desperate expression almost made me smile, until his thumb added pressure against my clit over my clothes and a small moan left my lips.

  Hunter seemed to have registered this and his member twitched in my hand while I added speed to it running up and down his length.

  I found myself nodding mindlessly, unable to resist.

  Funny how I had tried to use his body as a sort of blackmailing technique to get information, but now he was using mine against me.

  "You're so fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He rasped with a small chuckle.

  I managed to give him a small smile, eyes locked with his before I leaned in and kissed him.

  When he kissed back, I felt his member twitch a few times in my hand before, with a low groan, he hit his orgasm and released onto his shirt.

  "Fuck," he drawled out, kissing me harder as his thumb began moving faster against me while he enjoyed his high.

  Unable to stop, I felt warmth and pleasure flush all through my body, and with a small cry I hit my high, feeling so embarrassed and confused he'd managed to get me there through my clothes. This had never happened before, usually I needed a lot more stimulation...

  I was forced to stop kissing him as I felt myself pulsing, succumbing to unimaginable pleasure just from him and his thumb.

  I rested my forehead against his shoulder, both of us breathing heavily with my hand still gripping his member.

  "Fucking hell," I heard his faint voice.

  I was almost completely out of it. I felt his hands gently move up to my hips, soothing me with his thumbs which were now drawing small figures over my shirt.

  "Let me go Wills," I heard his amused voice by my ear and immediately let my hand slip down from around his member.

  My heart was beating incredibly fast and my whole body felt weightless and tingly.

  I was seriously beginning to get addicted to the feelings he was able to give me. They seemed to always be extremely powerful, and it did confuse me a lot.

  "You okay?" He then asked, letting my hands rest on his thighs.

  I hummed and nodded my head before letting myself flip down onto the bed beside him on my back, resting my head on his pillows.

  I didn't understand why I was so tired. I still felt so amazing though, like I was floating.

  I also didn't understand how he made me feel so good. It didn't make sense since the orgasms I usually got didn't affect me like this even though they were good.

  I watched as Hunter got up and, with a small smile directed my way, walked towards his bathroom while ridding himself of his shirt that was now stained with his release.

  I lifted myself up and noticed his phone on the bed beside me, face up.

  I leaned my back against the headboard and noticed as a message popped up.

  From: Prez: Ignore Oliver, you don't need to come down to the clubhouse. I need to talk to you tomorrow at school in my office, though.

  I started piecing things together.

  Whatever the 'clubhouse' was, it was where Oliver and Hunter knew each other from. And since this was the second time I was catching him receiving messages from this 'Prez' person, I figured they must be some kind of authoritative person in charge.

  And they also had an office at our school?

  Hunter walked back from the bathroom in sweatpants and a hoodie, obviously having changed.

  Our eyes met and I gave him a sweet smile.

  "You should probably tell me who 'Prez' is, now."

  23

  24

  He sat next to me, toying his phone on his lap while thinking of how to explain everything to me. It was clear he wasn't very excited about me inquiring like this, but since he had promised to tell me when I had had his dick in my hand...

 
"I was a kid, Willow," Hunter cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on his closed phone while I shamelessly admired his strong jawline.

  The side of my head was resting against the headboard of his bed while my knees were pulled up to my chin.

  "And when Prez invited me to a few meetings to see if I was proper material for the clubhouse, I felt so cool."

  "Who's 'Prez', then?" I asked and he sighed, running a hand over his face.

  I needed to know everything since he had been the one to include me in whatever they were doing when he used me as a 'cover-up' when retrieving the gun.

  "The principal. Thomas Green."

  My brows furrowed at the identity of the 'leader' of this club he was apart of.

  "You're saying the principal is running a biker gang after school?" I let out a small laugh, finding the thought hilarious.

  Principal Green was very well-spoken and calm, and definitely not the type I'd imagine as some gang leader.

  "Kind of," he chuckled awkwardly, glancing at me, "it's something that could end him up in prison, Willow. I'm really trusting you here."

  I nodded, understanding. I wasn't the kind of person who liked to spread things.

  "What do you even do there?" I then asked, curiously.

  I swear, if they spent their time killing people, I was done.

  Of course, Hunter didn't seem like the kind of person who would kill people for a hobby, so I wasn't too worried.

  "A lot of stuff," he began with a shrug, keeping his eyes on his locked phone, "there's a lot of drug dealing and drugs, and also partying and shit like that..."

  Surely that couldn't be all. There had to be more to it, otherwise it would be rather boring.

  "Do you kill people?" My question made his head dart over to face mine, with a disapproving look.

  "I don't kill people. Do I seriously look like I'd kill people?" He asked, clearly offended.

  I let out a small laugh, shaking my head, "you don't. I'm sorry, I had to ask. I don't want to be dating a guy who is a murderer."

  My smile faded immediately after I realised what I had said. Dating?

  We weren't even close to dating, and I doubt we ever would be.

  Why on Earth had it slipped like that, then?

  The look of surprise and confusion on Hunter's face made me feel even more embarrassed.

  "Dating?" He spoke up, a smirk now tugging at the sides of his lips.

  I let out an awkward chuckle as it was now my turn to avoid eye contact.

  "Fucking, I meant. Sorry, I don't know why I said that," I clarified, clearing my throat.

  "We have gone on a few dates, though..." he spoke slowly, making me look back at him with furrowed brows.

  "We are kind of dating, aren't we?"

  What the hell? I didn't know what his idea of dating was but to me, dating meant to go steady with someone.

  It meant settling down and frankly, the whole word and concept scared me.

  I wasn't a one-guy kind of girl and I liked it that way, not finding it shameful at all.

  Hunter actually seemed serious and, since I hadn't answered him yet and probably looked very hesitant, he had started to look worried.

  I had to reply, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings because it would risk the chance of me getting his dick.

  That sounded so cold and bitchy, but I loved the sexual pleasure he could give me. And he definitely wasn't the worst person to hang out with, either...

  "We've gone on one date," I reminded him, "I'm refusing to even consider the zoo date a real date since it was just for you to get that gun."

  I wasn't being accusative at all, my voice even had a playful tone to lighten the mood.

  He groaned, "I've told you I'm sorry about that."

  I just gave him a smile, patting myself on the back as I succeeded in changing the subject pretty smoothly.

  I didn't however know if he now actually thought we were dating. I swear if he expected me to settle down for him...

  "So what else do you guys get up to, there?" I asked, slightly teasing which made him chuckle and look down at his phone again.

  "I mean, there is a lot of... how do you say... competition? For areas different gangs can deal their drugs in. And it causes a few murders sometimes, so of course there's a few older guys who usually take care of that..." he cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck.

  I hummed, waiting for him to continue.

  "That's what the gun was for, to avoid a man losing his life. It's better if he gets a few dozen years in the pen than dies, you know?"

  Neither option was ideal, but I guess if there had been no other option I would prefer prison over death as well.

  "I think that's all for today, Wills,"

  he then let out a chuckle, looking up at me again.

  I sighed with a hint of amusement, grinning, "seriously? I want to know everything!"

  Hunter shook his head with a small laugh, "when mother nature stops being mean to you, I'll tell you if you ride me."

  I raised my brows and laughed. It didn't bother me at all that he was very much after sex since I was the same, and it kept out most feelings.

  "Sure, Hunter," I shook my head with a happy grin.

  It faded though, as he asked the following question.

  "Do you want to stay the night, Wills?"

  25

  I was awkwardly on my phone while Tessa and Cameron made out against the lockers. A very small part of me was hurt at seeing my longtime crush kissing my best friend, but the rest of me was happy for both of them.

  As long as they were happy, I was happy.

  The awkwardness I was feeling escalated when I heard Tessa let out a small moan.

  I took a step away from the two, ignoring the obvious whispers and looks from everyone walking by us, gossiping about how Cameron had finally found a new girlfriend.

  Hunter

  "I can't fucking believe you'd do that, Hunter!" Alex shook his head at me.

  I shrugged with a small chuckle before he continued, "Cindy's a fucking catch, I can't believe you'd turn her down."

  Carter grinned knowingly at me about what Alex had said.

  Cindy and I had just been talking. She had wanted me to come over after school, but I had declined.

  I didn't feel like getting my dick wet with her anymore since my eyes were always searching for Willow, which was shit because it was obvious that we were just fucking in her opinion and she wasn't one to settle down so easily.

  I would eventually make her sweet ass settle down for me, though.

  "Unlike you, I'm not constantly horny," I told him, teasingly.

  Alex let out a laugh, pulling out his phone, "since you brought it up, I should probably text Candy and see if she wants to meet up in the changing rooms before lunch ends."

  Chase and I chuckled before he spoke up.

  "Fuck off, man," Carter gave him a friendly nudge while Alex simply smirked and pulled out his phone to text his girlfriend.

  After a few minutes he was off to meet her for a quick rendezvous in the changing rooms.

  I turned to Carter and Chase who were checking out a group of girls from our year as they walked by.

  I chuckled at them and gave them a grin.

  "How's it going with Alex's little sister?" Chase then asked, just as my vision found her.

  She looked very awkward with that little crush of hers and her best friend making out right beside her.

  She looked really hot, but otherwise the whole situation made me grin to myself.

  I shrugged and looked back at the two, "she only wants to fuck, but it'll change."

  They glanced back over at Willow who had taken a step away from the kissing couple.

  It wasn't new news that most people - even in our year - thought she was seriously attractive, and definitely wouldn't be complaining if she only wanted to fuck.

  I pulled out my phone, preparing to text Willow soon.

  We hadn't talked at all s
ince she told me she couldn't stay the night.

  I understood she was on her period and, for practical reasons, needed to go home for tampons and whatnot, but at the same time I was well aware that she didn't want to because of so many other things that had nothing to do with her period.