Here Lies a Saint: A Dark Bully Academy Romance

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by C. L. Matthews


  Chapter Five

  Colt

  I don't wait for them to follow. I trot my ass—along with my caddy—out of Crystal and head back to Ivory. Classes don't start for another hour, and the only ones milling about are the cheerleaders.

  I glare at Tara Alveceo.

  You see, Tara Alveceo hates me.

  I don’t know her, but she apparently despises me.

  I kept wondering what was happening around me, when bad things would happen and my clothes would disappear. Apparently, that chick is the answer. If not for Mel telling me she saw Tara when we came back from Tennessee, I wouldn't know. Seeing her now reminds me.

  But the big question is: why? We’re not some regressed society. There’s no need for pettiness.

  “Oh, look, the vampire slut,” she titters as I walk toward Ivory. It's not a fair venture, but I'm only in one of Ross's tees and panties.

  I stare at her and try not to laugh at her attempt to be cruel. I’ve dealt with much worse, so much worse.

  Crossing my arms, I just watch her scowl at me, not offering her anything. She wants a fight, wants to show the school she’s a bad bitch, but I couldn’t care less. Wearing only a shirt though, that’s going to get me more comments if I’m not quick to escape. They’ll see my tattoos and scars too, that’s not something I’m remotely prepared for.

  I’m only here for another year and a half. Then, I’ll run and be free. She’s nothing in the scheme of things. Bet that hurts, knowing she doesn’t matter.

  Letting out a faux yawn, I tap my foot, waiting for her to move.

  She stands with three other girls who are so unimportant I don’t even know their names. I’m sure Melissa has mentioned them, but to be honest, I can’t remember.

  “One Arcadia guy wasn’t enough, huh? Had to bag every fucking one of the good ones,” she prods on.

  That’s when a laugh slips out. I can’t help it. That’s hilarious.

  “You hate me because the guys won’t dick you?”

  A cough comes out of Dallas. He’s leaning on the wall, closest to the entrance of Ivory, pretending not to listen. He’s friendly and lives for drama.

  “Shit, maybe I should get someone to give you an orgasm, and you’ll calm down,” I continue. “Ever heard of a vibrator or, I don’t know, other people?”

  “You stupid bitch,” she launches for me, and I move slightly, and she trips. Barely steadying herself, she turns to me. “You can’t have every rich popular boy.”

  “God, you’re so stupid. If I used as many brain cells as you do being mad and obsessed with someone, maybe my grades wouldn’t suck so bad. You, Tara, are a sad, sad girl, but maybe Dallas over here will try and help with that little problem of yours?” I eye him, and he shakes his head. “Oops. Looks like even Dallas has standards. Poor Tara.”

  She comes for me again, but this time, I stop her with a palm to her chest.

  “Please don’t waste my energy,” I muse, pushing her backward into her posse. “You’re not worth it or my time, and if the guys didn’t like fucking me, they’d definitely let me know.”

  I turn away with a sway to my hips. It's true, but even if it wasn't, she has no fucking right. If she knew I didn't fuck all of them, would she still be a bitch?

  She starts squealing like a pig from behind me, and Dallas watches her and chuckles. “Nice,” he praises, and I flip him the bird too.

  Hope he sticks that onto his drama blog and fucks off.

  By the time I get back to my dorm, exhaustion has settled in. Between losing Yang, seeing the guys—together no less—fighting over me, it took everything out of me.

  Knocking on my door, I hope Mel is already back. I'd been gone for at least an hour. Between the weird standoff at the doors of Crystal, the long shower to rid myself of blood, and then the fight, if I wasn't gone for that long, it would be a surprise.

  Mel answers, her hair in a towel, and she's almost just as impassive as earlier. "Where were you?" she asks. While her face isn’t accusatory, her tone is.

  "Went to Crystal for a shower. The guys were there. It was awkward." I make a face, hoping she catches my drift on not being excited for them.

  "Where are my brothers?"

  I chuckle, thinking of the fight I walked in on, and shrug because I don't know if they’re going to follow me or if they're going to stay. I gave them five minutes, but with that whole debacle with Tara, I'm sure it's been more than that.

  "I really just want to sleep," I offer, secretly wanting her not to stay. Having her here almost feels like too much right now. Sobbing in my pillow is what the doctor ordered, and she's acting almost frozen, and I can't handle that right now.

  "That's cool. I'm going to head out," she says, almost as if she read my mind. I’m about to interrupt, but she points out my open door. "Don't say it's not what you want, especially with my brothers coming around the corner looking ready to beat something."

  My face heats as I think of all the ways they want to pound out their frustration.

  She smiles at me knowingly, and while I thought she'd flip her shit because of this, she hasn't, and I'm really okay with that realization.

  "See you tomorrow?" I awkwardly offer.

  She nods and shuffles out of my room, heading straight for the elevator I refuse to ride in.

  Not waiting for them, I go inside and keep the door wide open. The only announcement of them both being inside is the shutting of my door. It's loud, rattling, but not a pure slam. The door has a shock to avoid just that.

  "Where did he touch you?" Justice asks as soon as they catch up to me. I'm in my room with my back is facing them.

  They always say you shouldn't turn your back to a predator, but what about two?

  In the case they’re wanting an immediate attack, do you purposefully heel?

  I do, every time.

  There's something addicting about being wanted and desired to the point of attack.

  "Colt," Prudence hisses when no words leave me.

  They must've not been a fan of the words I said, Ross's kiss to my forehead, or the way all the guys acted as if I’m theirs to own and claim.

  One of them rotates me, forcing our gazes to connect. I stare at both of them, my nice, sweet, and very southern boys, wanting to feel them around me.

  Almost as if they know exactly what I want, they pull me into them, Pru at my front, Just at my back. Just kisses my shoulders, his warm mouth tracing every inch of exposed skin. Pru lifts my shirt, hissing as it reveals my bare breasts.

  I've missed them so fucking much. Their kindness, the way they're only rough when fucking me, and how they never cease to make me the center of attention, no matter the case.

  Pru palms my breasts and hisses when I arch into him. Our eyes meet, and I remember my lack of contacts. "Your eyes," he mentions, cupping my chin reverently. "Fuck, Colton, they're stunning."

  He leans into me, bringing our lips together. It feels like home, having our mouths connect. It's been so fucking long since we've kissed, touched, hell, even since we've seen each other. I'm obsessed with the way they work in tandem. Just's mouth teases my throat as Pru tips it for his access. When Pru takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over my piercing, I cry out, melting in their grasps.

  "So fucking hot. I’ll never tire of these," Pru compliments, flicking my nipple over and over before switching.

  Just is unceremoniously quiet. It's not usual. He's the talker, and Pru is the toucher.

  Is he mad?

  I shift and twist, forcing Pru's mouth off me. When Just looks up at me, his eyes convey so much turmoil.

  "He didn't touch me intimately," I promise.

  Something about my words settle him, and he takes my mouth. Not nicely and without warning, he grabs my throat and brings our mouths together harshly.

  If I were a deal he meant to undertake, I'd be the losing end of it.

  His hand grips me perfectly, fiercely, without restraint, and the whimpers leaving me a
re not only harsh and breathy. They're needy.

  I needed this.

  I needed them.

  His mouth trails to my pulse, and when he licks the line Lux left, I remember my betrayal. As if he knows already, he bites it.

  "Fuck!" I hiss, loving the sting of his teeth.

  He sucks on it harshly, his tongue slashing at it as if he's trying to erase its meaning.

  "I'm sorry," I offer, my voice small and regretful. I never wanted to hurt him, not ever.

  Neither of them.

  "We told you not to fuck the dude at the club," Prudence offers, his voice not as harsh as I expected it to be. "I'm guessing this was Lennox."

  "H-how?" I stammer.

  "We just do. We aren't mad," Justice finishes, pulling away from my skin just to say the words.

  "Did any of them fuck you?" Pru’s words come out like a bitter growl, and it's the sexiest noise coming out of his mouth.

  "N-no," I stumble over the word. Not because it isn’t true, but because I wanted them to. I wanted to touch them, fuck them, connect with them.

  What does that say about me as a person?

  I whimper when Pru's teeth connect with the flesh of my back. It turns into a groan when he sucks and licks my flesh. Just's hands reach for my panties. He tugs and tugs, and when they don't tear, Pru bends and starts dragging them down with his teeth.

  "Did you want to fuck them, Colt?" Just's voice is strained, like a man lifting too much weight or someone struggling with his decision to be with me.

  "Yes." It's one word. My truth. Honesty in spoken form. As much as I'd like to reassure them and tell them it's not what I crave, lying to them would belittle our relationship.

  No matter how new our relationship is, it'd take away from the meaning.

  "Who?" Pru asks, digging his teeth into the flesh of my ass. I moan when Just's finger teases my slit.

  "All of them," I moan, Justice sticking two digits inside me simultaneously, avoiding my clit, as Pru licks the bites he's left.

  "Such a little slut," Justice hums.

  I cry out. That word. Such a degrading term, but from him, Lux, Jordan, and probably the others, it feels like I'm owning this part of my sexuality that no one has the right to.

  "Yes," I admit, wanting him to punish me. Fuck. Where did that come from?

  He pulls out of me, smacking my clit, making me fall into Pru. "Bad girls get punished, Colton, and it sounds like you've been a really bad girl."

  I nod sheepishly, secretly loving the way his expression has darkened and taken on a rough look.

  "Put her on the bed," Justice directs, and Pru leads me there, pushing me on it. "Hold her arms while I punish our girl.”

  The thought of them spanking me and making me cry has my body humming with desire. My clit feels swollen and hot, my body achy and warm, and fuck, my stomach bubbles with intense energy, like it did with Lux and Jordan.

  I imagine they're all here.

  All my guys, even Bridger.

  Even if he's Mel's now.

  In my mind, they surround me, offering me their hands, mouths, and cocks. They take their turns, filling all my holes, my hands, and my breasts while I hold them together. They push and pull and fuck me until I cry out.

  "You're being such a greedy slut, aren't you? Groaning for more than us?" Justice goads, and I take the bait.

  "I want their cocks," I reply boldly, feeling my face hot with shame.

  "If you're going to be wanton for other men, you should bear our marks, Colton. Isn't that right, Pru?"

  "Yes," he growls, and it's the hottest sound. His unhinged voice laces his words, and I'm desperate for him to hurt me too.

  "On your knees, princess," Pru guides.

  I get up and he lets me go. Flipping over, I wait for my punishment, ready for whatever they'll give me. Anything to distract me from last night's horrors.

  A loud smack reverberates in my room as Justice spanks me, and my loud cry is the only other sound I can hear. The white pain from it turns into pleasure. I groan out, and then, he hits again.

  After about five hits, his hand cups my center, and he groans deafeningly. It's masculine and hot, filled to the brim with desire.

  "Look at her cunt, Pru. She's soaked for us. She's such a good little slut."

  Even though I can't see Pru's face, he's tenting his jeans with the erection I know is massive, and I can say he's excited.

  "So sloppy," Pru comments and then gets up. "Do you think the slut will cry out for me if I have a taste?"

  The way they disregard me like an animal being touched and petted for their own prize has me hot in a way I didn't think was possible.

  "Yeah, she's begging for an orgasm. Make sure you don't take her there."

  I let out a little huff, half strangled, half needy.

  "What's your safe word, princess?" Pru asks, and I'm brought back to Lux playing my body like a quanco on the field.

  "Green," I whisper, wanting to keep the same one.

  "Green usually means go," Just muses aloud.

  I smile, knowing they aren't exactly new to kink if they're aware of the basics. Picking green had more to do with my favorite color and irony, but it’s something I’ve held close, like a safety net. Because red, or in this case, green... it’s not the goal. It’s not something to reach for or seek out, it’s something you never want to get to.

  "Let's imagine it's opposite day then," I sass and get a slap to my clit in response. "Fuck!" I hiss.

  Another spank. My clit throbs, and I'm so close to coming that I feel myself leak onto my lips.

  "Look at her getting wetter from her punishment."

  "Let me taste," Pru groans.

  It's adorable, the way he whines like me. Maybe Pru is a bit of a slut too.

  I wish I could see their faces and the expressions of their ecstasy as they touch and take me. I mean, I could, but if they’re anything like Lux, peering behind me will result in punishment or, worse, orgasm denial.

  The sounds of shuffling echoes around me, and I can tell there's a zipper and buckle being undone. Then the drop of clothing sounds out, and my body hums with excitement.

  There's something tantalizing about not seeing your partner as they stare at you splayed out, and that's what they're doing to me. If their fingers didn't trail down my skin and trace sensitive areas, I'd think they left me in this exposed position, but they continue to tease and taunt, pushing me to wiggling and needing to squeeze my thighs together.

  "Our good girl isn't trying to get herself off, Pru. I don't think she wants to cum," Just mocks, and I shake my ass for good measure.

  "Please, please, please," I beg, wiggling more. That results in three consecutive spanks, and then I feel it. The flat of someone's tongue against my core has me moaning.

  "How does she taste, Prudence?"

  Pru groans and does a swift plunge inside my hole, humming in response. "Fucking delectable."

  I whimper as he swipes against my slit and then spreads me wide with his hands on either side of me. He dives in, and the noises he makes have me crying out.

  "You're going to make our little slut scream, Prudence."

  But he doesn't stop. He laps at my sex, fast then slow then spearing into me as I shake from head to toe.

  When he removes himself, I literally start to cry. My orgasm was right there, and he stopped it. Tears prick my eyes and fall soon after.

  "You've upset her," Just goads before sticking two fingers inside me, curving them to hit my pleasure spot, "yet her cunt is still dripping for us."

  "Please make me come," I beg, tears still leaking from me. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."

  Justice thrusts inside me and then out, plunging deeper and deeper as I writhe, wanting him more and more.

  "Think we should give her our cocks?"

  I nod furiously and get a smack for it.

  "Do you think she can take two cocks at once?"

  I whimper, thinking of our first time together, want
ing them to fill me.

  "I think her mouth needs a good fucking," Just explains. "She's been sassing, and she let the others touch what's not theirs."

  Them bringing up the other guys has me near weeping with need. I want them so badly. Prudence comes around me. "Open up, princess. My cock wants that naughty tongue of yours."

  I whimper as he enters my mouth. He slides in and out gently, almost as if he's letting me acquaint myself with his size. The saltiness of his precum mixed with the musky scent of him has me wetter.

  "She's dripping for you, brother. I'm going to get a taste and then fuck her."

  I groan and shake with need. Justice's tongue starts from my spine, tracing erotically across me. His mouth sucks on back, leaving a mark and then his teeth are digging into my flesh, dragging down.

  I cry out needing so much more. His lips make their way to my ass, flicking his tongue against my hole once he reaches there.

  "She likes your mouth," Pru sounds out, thrusting himself inside my mouth more aggressively. "She's whimpering around me and making my balls ache."

  Just’s tongue trails to my pussy, spearing between my folds and then diving inside me. He's venomous as he furiously drives into me. I feel myself leak more, and he groans.

  "So fucking delicious, sweetheart."

  He trails his thumb up my slit, parting me and massaging my clit. When I feel ready to combust, he makes his way to my asshole and presses on the tiny raised skin.

  "Come for me, Colton," he commands and then sucks on my clit, taking it between his lips like a straw, putting pressure all around it while flicking his tongue.

  And I detonate. His mouth taunts me, pressing into my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I scream around his cock, his name coming out as a harsh moas as I let go.

  As soon as my high dies a little, he's up, and he's back to kissing and biting my back. "You're going to be covered for days, sweetheart. They'll all know you're ours."

  I moan, thinking of how angry they'll all be.

  Our eyes lock when I pull off Pru. "Please," I whimper, not even knowing what I'm asking for at this point. I just need more. He pushes my head back on him while Just goes to work on my body.

 

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