Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance

by C. M. Stunich

  “Shit,” Raz grumbles, ruffling up his blond hair. His red eyes narrow as he leans forward and looks over the seat at me. “You can’t say crap like that. It makes me feel like a total asshole.” I give him a look, and he laughs. “Alright, fuck, I am a total asshole. Let me guess: we’re gonna have to tongue each other now, aren’t we?”

  “One of us is getting tongued,” Calix says, looking me dead in the face. He rises to his feet as I trade out my empty soda can for the vodka again.

  “Do you mind if I sketch this part?” Barron asks, reaching up to pull his own mask off.

  Now, this is what I wanted.

  All four of us, unmasked, open, bare, bleeding in front of one another.

  Vulnerable.

  I wanted vulnerability.

  “Touch yourself, so I can see it,” Calix orders, looking down at me with a devil-may-care sort of arrogance that makes me bristle. And yet, heat flushes through my body at his decree. I watch with gently parted lips as he climbs onto the seat in front of Raz, one of his knees between Raz’s leather-clad legs. Calix flicks his eyes my direction as Raz accepts the joint from me and inhales, waiting until Calix presses their mouths together before exhaling, sharing smoke. Calix pulls back slightly, letting tendrils of smoke curl out from between his full lips.

  “I hope you enjoy this because it’s not happening again anytime soon,” Raz quips, handing the joint over to me. He puts his hands on Calix’s shoulders as their mouths slide together. They’re both vicious as fuck, dripping venom, like two monsters entangled in a sordid affair.

  The sight nearly undoes me.

  I slip my panties off, pulling them over my heeled boots and tossing them at Barron. The black lace hits his sketchbook, drawing his dual-colored eyes up to me. With a suggestive smile, he takes them and tucks them into the front pocket of his leather pants.

  When I turn my attention back to Calix and Raz, I find them with their mouths still slanted together. One of Raz's hands is on Calix's bare chest, while Calix's fingers hold Raz's blond hair in a punishing grip.

  The joint falls from Raz's fingers, burning a small hole in the old cracked vinyl of the seat, singeing the air with the smell of burning things. It doesn't matter; we can smell the smoke from the bonfire, even all the way over here. The junkyard itself seems to have a smell, too, like iron and rust and forgotten things. A slag heap towers over the place, casting its shadow on the corpses of old cars, just a man-made mountain of discarded things.

  The four of us in that old bus, we're going to create magic out of urban decay, spin sorcery with the heat of our bodies.

  I sit back, my legs spread, and sneak my hand beneath the heavy tumble of my skirts, finding the wet, swollen heat between my thighs. A groan escapes me as I slick a single finger along my opening, collecting lube to use on my clit.

  “Oh, fuck, make that sound again,” Raz murmurs, and I glance over to find him holding Calix's chin, both of their gazes focused on me. I keep their attention, working my clit in a circle, shifting my body as my skin heats up, sweat beading between my breasts.

  “I will, if you keep kissing him,” I murmur back, and the boys turn to look at each other. Calix narrows his eyes, dragging Raz's face to his, their mouths clashing with an equal mix of heat and aggression. It turns me on, to see them kiss like they're clashing swords on a dark battlefield. My eyes are half-lidded, the silver light from the moon peeking its head into the old bus, the stars twinkling above us like the cheeky eyes of an unforgiving galaxy.

  This could be it, I think, wondering if Luke will watch over Pearl, wondering if letting her keep the dress she stole will make any difference. This could be the day it all ends.

  But I won't let myself hope.

  Because that itchy feeling inside of me, that dark whisper of sacrifice, it's still humming its sonata too loudly for me to ignore.

  Instead, I focus on this risqué nocturne, slipping two fingers inside my heat and crying out. My back arches, and I hear footsteps. Barron slams his hands down on the seats on either side of me, and I glance his way, finding him shirtless and sweaty, his pupils dilated in excitement.

  “If you insist on being irresistible, then I have no choice but to abandon my art for more carnal pleasures.”

  “Please do,” I whisper, reaching up for him. His white coat falls from my shoulders as I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss that tastes like moonlight and sweet shadows, like dark promises and possibilities. Barron claims my mouth with a punishing kiss, his tongue sweeping across my teeth, tangling with my own.

  It feels impossible to keep my heavy lids open, but I do, letting my gaze slide back to Calix and Raz. They're still kissing, still putting on a show for me.

  Barron slips his own hand between my legs, putting one of his fingers inside of me, right next to mine. A cry escapes me at the feeling of fullness, but he cuts it off with that perfect mouth of his, adding another finger so that two of his are intertwined with two of my own. He pumps them slowly in and out of me, making my breath catch.

  “Shit, I'm so fucking jealous,” Raz moans, his mouth still pressed up against Calix's. The latter has heavily hooded bedroom eyes, as black as the night sky without any stars. He looks at Raz as his friend talks, their lips brushing with each movement. “Switch me, Barron. You can kiss Lix now.”

  Barron laughs, heavy and low and dark. “No,” he says, looking back at me and leaning in to press another brutal kiss to my mouth. My lips are going to be swollen before I even make it to the other two boys. “Not just yet.”

  “Don't stop,” I murmur, reaching my free hand up to the back of my seat and finding Raz's. We tangle our fingers together as Barron thrusts his tongue into my mouth, increasing the speed of his fingers as he fucks my cunt. I slip my own out and head for the swollen nub of my clit, working myself into a frenzy as I watch the boys make out, their hands wandering over one another's bodies.

  They're not looking at each other though. Instead, they're both looking at me.

  Once again, I feel like the night queen, the bride of Devils' Day, its ruler and slave both. I control everything and yet, I control nothing. I live on repeat, yet I can dictate every single thing that happens with my own actions.

  It's a dizzying thought.

  “I want to touch you,” I whisper, but Barron just laughs, pushing my hand back when I try to move it from my clit to his pants.

  “You're a girl, aren't you?” he says, and then pauses, furrowing his brow. “Have I said that to you before?” he whispers, his fingers still trapped inside my wet heat. Barron shakes his head to clear it and turns that incredibly intense stare of his back to my face. “Enjoy the orgasm, Karma. You're allowed to have more than one.”

  He puts my hand back on my clit and continues to work his fingers in and out of me, until the stars seem to spin above my head, until I can't see anything but white splotches in my vision. The climax hits me hard, and I bite down on Barron's lip as I come, making him bleed.

  He just laughs, pulling back slightly and licking the blood away as I sit there, shaking and sweating and wanting more.

  “Here.” He grabs the vodka bottle with wet fingers and hands it back to me. “You're gonna need this.” I take a swig and then pass it to Calix and Raz. The former swigs a mouthful of vodka, meets my eyes with a defiant gleam, and then drops his lips to Raz's, feeding him the alcohol. “Come with me.” Barron picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, just I like I did in Thorncrown Chapel. He carries me over to the mess of blankets piled on the leaf-strewn floor of the bus and lays me down. “Does anyone have any condoms?”

  “We don't need any,” I say, panting heavily and sitting propped up by my elbows as Barron hovers above me.

  “Because of your time loop?” Barron asks me with a mocking smile.

  “You get tested every six months, and Calix hasn't had a partner since he was with me last year. Raz has never not used a condom because he's afraid of getting a girl he doesn't like pregnant.” Silence
reigns in the bus for several seconds as Calix stands up and moves over to the blankets on my left side. Raz does the same, flopping down on my right, his mouth swollen from Calix's rough kisses.

  I can't help it; I lean forward and capture Raz’s mouth with my own, tasting Calix on his lips. He groans and cups the back of my head, meeting my intensity with some of his own. When we break apart, we're both gasping for breath.

  “You say no condom, I'm not arguing,” Raz growls, throwing a scathing look in Calix's direction. He's just standing there above us all, watching with crow-black eyes. “You gonna make a fuss over this, Lix?”

  “No.” Calix kneels down on the blanket, reaching for the fly on his jeans and flicking it open. With our eyes locked together, he pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock, taking the base of it in a tight grip. “I won't.”

  “Well then …” Barron murmurs as I reach for his fly. This time, he waits patiently as I work it open, palming the velvety length of his shaft as his eyes flutter closed in pleasure. “Shall we remove this dress then? From what I remember, it isn't easy to get your tits out of it.”

  “You remember?” I choke out, but he just laughs, shaking his head again.

  “I do, and I don't. I don't know.” He reaches behind me to undo the laces, kissing me as he loosens the knot with those expert fingers of his. As soon as it comes undone, he pulls back, yanking the dress down and off before chucking it aside. I'm completely naked now, dressed only in starlight and arousal, my body dotted with sweat, heart thumping.

  Calix settles down on my left side while Raz lounges on my right, both of them watching as Barron kisses his way down my body, starting with my lips and trailing his way down between my breasts, heading straight for my cunt.

  I stop him by grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his mouth back to mine. He settles his big body over me, sliding his cock against the outside of my folds, making me writhe beneath him. I feel a bit like a pinned butterfly beneath that stare of his.

  “Have you ever been with more than one guy before?” he asks, and I shake my head.

  “Have you?” I retort, but he just laughs at me, stroking some purple hair back from my sweaty forehead.

  “There are so many ways we could do this,” he murmurs, nipping the pert, pink point of my nipple as Raz watches hungrily, rubbing his cock through his red leather pants. Calix is stroking his own, his eyes never leaving my face. “Do you want us one at a time … or together?”

  “Together?” I ask, as my mind spins through the possibilities. Oh. Oh.

  “Either way works for me,” Raz groans, leaning in and kissing the side of my neck, one of his hands cupping my breast, kneading the flesh with strong fingers. “Just so long as I get to touch you, taste you, fuck you.” He punctuates each word with another kiss, leaving me breathless.

  “How about both?” Barron asks, and then he's thrusting into me, balls-deep. I throw my head back, arching my back and pressing my body into his. Raz doesn't give me a moment to think, moving closer and licking the side of my neck, nipping my flesh like a naughty vampire. One of his hands continues to massage my breast while the other strokes his cock through the leather of his pants.

  For a moment, it seems like Calix might maintain his usual standoffishness, but then he scoots in close, taking my lips as Barron holds himself up with a palm on either side of my head, thrusting deep, stroking the raging fire of my starlit lust.

  Calix's tongue takes over my mouth, obliterating any remaining thoughts and leaving me prisoner to the pleasure wracking my body, taking over every limb. I can barely breathe as Barron pumps his huge cock into me, moving faster, harder, until he's spilling his seed deep inside of me, big body shuddering above my own.

  “That was quick,” Raz quips with a small laugh, but Barron just smiles, cupping the side of my sweaty face and taking my lips from Calix for a brief moment.

  “We have all night, don't we?” he asks, sitting up and looking down at me with an expression somewhere between affection and possession. “Have I ever said it, Karma?”

  “Said what?” I ask, the words husky and broken. I'm not ready to be done yet, not by a long shot.

  “That I love you. If I haven't said it before, in any of your other timelines, I'm saying it now.” He smiles at me, and I can't tell if he's just humoring me or if he actually believes me. Either way, my body flushes with heat, and tears prick at the edges of my eyes.

  “That's really fucking sweet,” Raz growls, “now get the fuck out of my way.”

  I push up to a sitting position, and then straddle Raz's waist, not caring if I'm making a mess. He's just going to have to deal with that. He cups the back of my head, kissing me with that razor-sharp mouth of his. I grind my hips on the bulge beneath the leather of his pants, making him groan.

  “There's no rush,” I whisper, kissing either side of his mouth and rolling my hips against him. “Just kiss the fuck out of me.”

  “Done and done,” Raz murmurs as Barron lays down between us, kicking off his pants, and then folding his arms behind his head. He looks up at the stars as the moon casts strange shadows across the butterfly tattoo on his chest. It takes Calix a minute, but he finally decides to move around Barron and over to me, straddling Raz's legs, so that his body is pressed up against mine. “The hell do you want?” Raz asks, looking over at Calix.

  “The same thing you do: Karma.” Calix pushes me forward and then lines his cock up with my opening, pushing into me as I groan and cling to Raz's chest. He growls under his breath, but lets me kiss him, my mouth working frantically against his as Calix drives into me, his hands locked on my hips.

  “Fuck, I'm going to blow my load before I even get my pants off,” Raz murmurs against my lips. I sneak one of my hands between us, flicking the button on his pants and sliding my fingers beneath his waistband. I find his cock, thick and hard and ready for me, and tease it with my fingers.

  “Please do,” I whisper back at him, working him as Calix fucks me. Raz's hands find my breasts, tweaking my nipples and kneading the aching flesh with strong fingers. Calix doesn't let him have all the attention though, leaning over and pressing his lips against the side of my neck. His left hand keeps him propped up, but with his right, he takes my other breast in his fingers. The two boys glare at each other over my shoulder in challenge, but I don't care because it feels too good, having them fight over me like this.

  “Idiots,” Barron murmurs sleepily from beside me.

  “Tu es plus belle que la lune et les étoiles ensemble,” Calix murmurs against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver with pleasure. You're more beautiful than the moon and stars combined.

  My body shudders around his cock, succumbing to another orgasm that I can only blame on his sweet words, whispered in French and moonlight. Calix's fingers tighten on my hips, but he manages to control himself as my body squeezes around his, starting to move again only after my breathing evens out a bit.

  “I'm not letting this asshole steal the show,” Raz hisses against my lips, sucking my lower one between his teeth. He puts his hand between us to find my clit, making me cry out as he brushes his fingers across it. The sensation makes me clamp down on Calix again, and he comes inside of me with a low, sensual groan, as soft and dark as ebony velvet.

  “Damn it, Raz,” he snaps as he moves away and Raz flips me over, pinning me down on the plaid blanket as he stares down at me with those brilliant ruby eyes of his. He casts a cocksure glance in Calix's direction before returning his attention to me.

  “Don't think that because I'm going last, I'm in last place.”

  “Nobody would ever think that,” I tell him, touching the side of his face. Raz lets me go, sitting down beside me so he can shed his pants, leaving him nude and beautiful in the darkness. Before he can make a move, I crawl between his legs and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, tracing my lips with the head of his cock, and licking away the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.

  “Oh yeah, prin
cess, right there,” he murmurs, putting his hand on the back of my head and fisting his fingers in my hair. With an agonizing slowness, I lower my mouth over his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth at one time as I can. My left hand plays with his balls while my right remains wrapped around the base of his shaft.

  “With your ass up in the air like that,” Barron comments, “it's awfully tempting to start round two.”

  “Don't you fucking touch her,” Raz snarls, his voice dripping venom. “Not yet anyway.” I slide my lips off of his cock and lick my way down the length of him, tracing the underside of his shaft and making him quiver as he groans. “Goddamn it, Karma. You're too damn good at this.”

  I smile, but I don't stop, putting him between my lips again and working him until he's spilling hot, salty cum into my mouth. I even swallow, washing it down with a swig from the vodka bottle.

  “Give me ten, and I'm fucking that sweet pussy of yours,” Raz says as I take another sip of vodka and press my lips to his, spilling the alcohol in his mouth the same way that Calix did.

  “Do you really need ten minutes?” I ask, handing the bottle over to Barron as he and Calix watch us, their eyes hungry, their cocks stirring back to life. Situating myself on Raz's lap, I work my hips against his crotch until he's hard and straining for me again. When I lower myself down on his shaft, we both shudder.

  Sweat drips from my body and onto his as I roll my hips, pushing him deep and then lifting up so that the tip of his cock is just barely inside of me. It feels good, almost too good, so I take a break, sitting up with him inside of me and glancing over at the other boys.

  “Don't stop,” Raz murmurs, kneading my hips with his fingers and then sliding his hands up my sides to cup my breasts. “Don't stop, Karma. You're killing me here.”

  I take the vodka bottle again, tilting it to my lips as I work my hips again, drinking and fucking at the same time.

  “Screw this,” Calix murmurs, getting to his feet and coming over to stand in front of me, his cock in his hand. I hand the bottle of vodka back to Barron and lick my lips, reaching out to take the base of Calix's shaft in my hand and fitting my mouth over the tip of his dick. As I work my pelvis against Raz's, I suck Calix's shaft.