by Piper Frost
“Yes,” she hisses, grinding on my hand. Her body pivots and grinds until she starts to tighten, making her movements more needy, then she pulls back to catch her breath and looks me in the eyes. Her hands move for the button on my jeans and she grins when she slides her palm over my hard dick.
I stop her and for once think about the repercussions of this. Any other chick and I wouldn’t give a fuck. If we got arrested, whatever, but with Leena it’s different. I want to protect her. And I’m not trying to piss her parents off because they'll make her life hell.
“I want to fuck you so hard everyone inside the bar can hear you.” I kiss her, still not letting her proceed. “But if that cop’s actually watching this bar, the second you start riding me...” I can’t believe I’m turning down sex. I peck her once more and slide her to her seat.
She pouts her bottom lip out as she adjusts her skirt. “I hate cops,” she mutters, resting her head on the headrest. Her eyes flutter and slowly close. “Everything’s spinning.”
I chuckle and take her hand, tracing the S on her finger. “Keep your eyes closed. Hopefully you’ll sober up before your sister gets here.” I don’t trust Paige not to tell her dad, but Leena’s right, my brother would have told her or showed up with her anyway.
When they show up, they both look annoyed and I’m sure my brother filled Paige in about what this place is the second he heard the name.
“The fuck happened to you?” Fenton barks when we slide into the back seat and his eyes are on my red jaw from the sucker punch.
“Nothin’.” I move closer to Leena.
“You two smell like you’ve been drinking all night,” Paige growls from the front.
“Thanks,” Leena blurts, giggling which makes Paige spin in her seat and glare at her sister.
“You're stupid if you think going home like this tonight won’t get your ass in trouble with Mom and Dad.”
“So I guess I'm staying at your house tonight, sis.” Leena leans forward and pats her sister on the shoulder. Fenton chuckles from the driver’s seat.
“Not a word,” Paige snaps.
“So, thanks for picking us up. At least we were responsible right? Not drinking and driving?”
Fenton snorts because he probably knows better, but he doesn’t voice it. And probably for Paige’s sake.
“You said the car wouldn’t start!” Paige snaps again and Leena laughs.
“Right. That too. I mean, it’s fine. We’ll get my car tomorrow.”
Paige is obviously pissed so Leena doesn’t push her more. She curls into my side and rests her head on my shoulder. The ride home is long and quiet and when we get there, I hurry Leena inside, not wanting either of them to pull some shit and try and say she’s not allowed to sleep with me. I intended on just going to sleep, but when Leena strips her clothes and gets into my bed, I copy her and am over her with a condom ready before she even blinks her tired eyes.
“Tonight was fun,” I whisper, kissing her fully awake.
“So fun,” she whispers on my lips. Her arms slide around me and her fingers glide through my hair. When I push into her, she moans into my kiss.
“You gotta be quiet or you’ll piss your sister off even more,” I say as I lift her left leg up and over my shoulder. Getting a good angle, I push deep and she gasps loudly as her eyes go wide. “Quiet.” I chuckle.
She clamps her hand over her mouth but it doesn’t stop the tiny moans coming from her. They’re not loud, but she can’t seem to come without making a sound.
We’ll get there.
***
“Mrs. P!” I raise my hand while she’s in the middle of a lecture. “Mrs. P!” I say again when she ignores me.
With a sigh, she pinches between her eyes. “Yes, Sutton?”
“I gotta go to the bathroom or I’m gonna pee, Mrs. P.” The class chuckles and she rolls her eyes. “I have an overactive bladder. Too many hits in football.” I shrug.
“Go,” she blurts in annoyance. “Five minutes. No more.”
“I can take a leak in five minutes.” I grab the rolled up stack of pictures from my backpack then grab the hall pass and dart out of the room.
I have one hundred pictures of me and Leena making out that someone snapped after school one day, saying they were putting it in the yearbook. So I figured I’ll post them first and not let some asshole take the credit. After all, I'm not hiding Leena, I want everyone to see she’s mine.
I run down the hall pasting these pictures everywhere. She might get pissed, but I doubt it. And if anyone questions if we’re together again, I’ll make them choke on this picture. Like that fucker Jimmy finally did a couple days ago. The dumb fuck is still hung up on her and if he even looks her way again I’ll pound it into his head that she used him to make me jealous.
I get about seventy five percent up before I hit my five-minute mark. I run back to class, out of breath and sweaty. Me and Leena will be called out of class and that’ll save us hopefully thirty minutes from our next hour. When I leave class, people are laughing and the pictures are fucking everywhere. A few people show me like I don’t know, and I play dumb headed to my next hour.
My phone beeps as I take my seat in science and I look down at a text from Leena.
LEENA: Did you see the pictures!? What the hell!
SUTTON: Happy 4 month anniversary baby. I thought we looked good.
I chuckle and high five someone walking past who has the picture in their hand.
LEENA: You did this? That’s a hot picture LOL
She sends a few laughing faces after that then a heart kissy face.
“Sutton Sterling and Leena Kenshaw please come to the office.” And there’s the announcement that’ll get us out of fifth hour.
“Man,” I huff as I stand. “First someone invades my privacy. Now I’m going to miss my favorite class.” I grin and head out the door. “Later, Mr. Johnson.”
Meeting Leena in the hall, I manage to keep my grin minimal.
“Sucks someone did that and is disrupting our schedule,” I say taking her hand.
“Yeah. What a huge asshole.” Her hand gives mine a squeeze as we walk into the office. “You wanted to see us?” she says to the principal who’s holding a small pile of pictures.
“Yeah. Come on in.” He walks into his office and closes the door behind us then dumps the pile on his desk, rounding it to sit in his oversized chair that probably makes him feel more important than he actually is. “You guys know anything about these?”
“No sir,” Leena speaks up first. “But I feel very violated by it.”
“Yeah, that’s messed up, Mr. Singer. Me and my girlfriend can’t even hug without some creep taking a picture of it.”
His brows raise as he looks at the picture of me gripping Leena’s ass and my tongue so far down her throat I probably hit her tonsils. “That’s not really a hug.”
“Are there more? I think we should make sure they’re all taken down.” I glance at Leena.
“I saw them all over,” Leena shrugs and wraps her arms around herself, looking distraught. “I hate that they’re out there. Such a private moment,” she whispers and looks at the principal.
He sighs and shakes his head. “Yeah.” He clears his throat. “We’ll find out who did this, Ms. Kenshaw.” He looks over at me. “But next time maybe keep the...hugging...off school property.”
“Sure thing.” I stand and take her hand. “We’re going to make sure there aren’t more. Can we get a hall pass?” I hold out my hand expectantly and he eyes me for a minute before hand writing two passes.
“Maybe it’d be more effective if you take the upper level and she takes main floor?”
“Sure.” I pull her out of his office before he says anything else.
When we get into the hall, I keep walking down the science wing where the empty classroom is. There was a small fire in this room earlier in the school year and they haven’t gotten it back in order since. Wonder who did that...
I pul
l an army knife out of my backpack and stick it in the lock, popping it while the rest of the suckers in this school sit through boring ass classes. Quietly closing the door, I push her against the wall, kissing her.
“I made a hundred copies in the library on lunch in Mrs. Burton’s office. She let me use the copy machine for “homework” ‘cause she thought I had nowhere to sit in lunch.”
Leena laughs and her hands go straight for the button on my jeans. “God, you’re such a rebel,” she whispers then giggles when my lips slide down to her neck. “Happy anniversary, babe,” she says, getting the zipper down on my pants and sliding her hand under my boxers to stroke me.
“Four fuckin’ months.” I groan when she grips me tighter. “Feels like I’ve known you forever,” I admit and kiss her hard while yanking on the button of her jeans.
“It’s been more than four if you don’t count all those times I tried stayin’ away from you.”
She moans when my hand slides between her legs and her hand grips me tighter as she strokes. She helps me push her jeans down then slams her lips to mine before turning and pushing her ass against me.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Hard.”
She gets what she wants. I grab her hips and thrust, hitting deep enough she yells out, but I clamp my hand over her mouth and lean closer. “You know the rules.”
She hums, wiggling her ass against me and moaning before biting onto my finger and wrapping her lips around it. Her fingers press against the wall and every time I slam into her she pushes back to get me even deeper. But she stays quiet, even when I slide my fingers from her mouth and wrap my hand around her throat. She nods, huffing out a breath, so I squeeze lightly.
Usually we’re much quicker, but when you really like what you’re doing, time gets away from you. When the bell rings for our last hour, Leena screams her orgasm with it. I wasn’t expecting class to go by that fast, and I wasn’t ready for her orgasm so I’m a little disoriented, thinking I’m not going to get to come. We gotta get to gym. I’ve skipped three times this week and Grant’s getting pissed. When I stare toward the door like an idiot, Leena pushes me back and looks at me before dropping to her knees.
“We don’t have time,” I tell her, about to stop her but she’s already pumping.
“Shut up,” she blurts, then wraps her mouth around me.
Her tongue pushes against the bottom of my dick as she takes me as far as she can before gagging and pulling back. She teases me like this until my balls are tight and I’m bracing myself on the wall behind her, then she sucks me hard and fast, using her fist to help pump when her mouth pulls back.
“Fuck,” I grunt and grit my teeth to keep myself quiet. “Shit, babe.” I put my hand on her head and when her eyes meet mine, I lose it. That’s a fucking picture I’d like to take and post.
***
I’ve only seen Leena in school the past couple days and it fucking sucks. I’ve been busy with my sculptures and she’s been helping one of her aunts with some fashion shit to try and make a little money.
SUTTON: Meet me behind the tractor barn at eleven if you’re home
I should be done with this sculpture by then hopefully.
LEENA: Underwear optional? ; )
SUTTON: Not needed
She better not wear any. I don’t bother going in the house or my brother and Paige will want to talk and they’ll hold me up, so I stay in the shadows and head for the barn. She’s already there waiting when I walk up and she jumps into my arms.
“How was that shit with your aunt today?” I kiss her.
“Fun,” she says. “Aunt Affton’s brilliant.” Her lips move to my jaw and her legs wrap around me. “But I missed you. Did you get any work done?”
“Finished it.” I moan when she wiggles and rubs against my already hard dick. We haven’t had sex since the science lab and that’s been almost a week. That’s a record for us.
“Awesome, congrats.” She rubs harder. “Why do you still have pants on?”
I bury my face in her neck, leaving little bite marks and making her arch her body into me. “Someone missed me.” I chuckle and slide my hand between us, popping her button then mine. “I’m going to fuck you so deep-” The ranch flood lights start flicking on one by one and we go stiff.
I hear the sound of her dad, he’s close by, but if we don’t run, he’ll catch up, or just shoot because as far as he knows, someone’s broken onto his ranch.
“Fuck.” I set her down and we turn to run, but she slips in the mud. “Shit.” I reach back for her but her dad’s already calling out to see who’s out here.
I look into her eyes and fucking hate it when she tells me to run. I don’t want her getting in trouble for this shit, but he’ll probably fucking shoot me and claim he didn’t know who I was. So I dart into the field and lay low, listening when he catches up to her. She’s fucking covered in mud and her pants are still undone.
“Dad!” she yells, then starts to laugh. “Oh my god, I was coming out to check on Revenge and fell in the mud.” She’s still laughing.
“Leena, I could have shot you! What the hell are you thinking coming out here so late? You’ve had all day to check on your horse,” her dad’s angry tone barks through the barn.
“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve told you. But I just got done working with Aunt Affton and really missed my boy.”
“Well get up. Jesus, Leena, your mom’s gonna kill you if you get mud on her floors.” He’s laughing now.
“I’ll grab the hose or something when I’m done. I can stay out here for a bit, right? It’s been so long since I’ve paid any attention to him, I feel guilty.”
“It’s a school night, Leena.” I can hear that tone she always talks about him having with her. “You need to get in. And try not to piss your mom off tonight.”
“Sorry for scaring you, Dad.”
Their voices drift away and I grit my teeth, pissed he made her go in. I really wanted to see her, even if it was just to fuck.
With football practice over and Leena helping her aunt more and more after school, I have more time to start a new project. I’d rather be spending time with her, but she’s trying to save up some cash so I won’t be the asshole to slow her down.
Between me working out with Grant after school and her working with Affton, we’ve spent maybe three hours alone in the past two weeks and I’m about to flag her out of class, but as I wander down the hall, the principal is at her locker.
“Mr. Singer,” I say approaching and he turns a glare on me.
“You know anything about this?” He’s holding what looks to be a little baggie of pot. And I don’t. And that fucking pisses me off. Why wouldn’t she fucking tell me she has pot at school. I would have carried it around with me or something.
“Uh...” I stare at it. “Yeah.” Clearing my throat I lean my back against another locker. “It’s mine.” I glance down the hall and see someone escorting Leena our way. “I shoved it in her locker this morning ‘cause I was late to class.” Her fucking dad would be so pissed if he found out about this.
“Leena,” he turns to her and her eyes are on the baggie. “Did you know Sutton put this in your locker?”
I stand up straight. “No. She didn’t. She was already in class. Sorry, babe.” I glance at her.
“I... that’s not...” Her panicked eyes hit mine. “That’s not yours.”
“Yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you, and I brought it to school,” I say, trying not to clench my jaw. I’m pissed. She should have never brought this shit here.
“That makes no sense,” she says tightly. “Why would you have your shit in my locker?” Her eyes go wide like she’s trying to tell me to drop the act but I can’t let her go down for this stupid shit. Her parents would probably kill her, whereas I don’t have anyone to answer to...except cops. Fuck.
“Same reason my history book’s in your locker,” I point out and pull the door wider to grab my book. “I use your locker sometimes. Anyway.” I l
ook at the principal. “Now what?”
“Sutton,” he sighs. We have a love hate relationship. He wants me to succeed, blah blah blah, and yet I’m a pain in the ass. “Ms. Kenshaw get back to class. You should really evaluate who you’re bringing into your life. You’re a good kid, Leena,” he barks at her before looking at me.
I look at her and wink with a little smirk. I’m not letting her get in trouble for this shit. I already have a record. I don’t have asshole parents that are already disappointed in everything I do. And if she gets suspended for this, I’d have to drop out or I’d never fuckin’ see her. Not happening.
He calls my brother and before Fenton shows up, he tries to get buddy buddy with me, telling me about his teenage years. I play into it. Making the guy think I actually care, and I think he’s cool. That way when Fenton shows up, he’s lighter on me. The cops aren’t called but I now have a class on Saturdays and twenty hours of school service. I’ll be cleaning the field and bleachers for an hour everyday after school. Of course Fenton’s pissed, but what’s worse is he’s disappointed. I don’t give a fuck though. I’m not letting Leena go down for this, even if it is her fault. I’m her ride or die.
When I head across the field after my first hour of service, Leena’s in the parking lot waiting for me.
I jog up, pulling her against me. “You’re not working tonight?”
“I called and said I couldn’t come in. Why did you do that earlier? I could have gotten myself out of it without you getting yourself in trouble.”
I roll my eyes and get into her car. “You had a fucking dime of weed in your locker, Leena. You’re not getting out of that shit. I only got twenty hours of service and I have to take some fucking drug awareness class every Saturday for a month. Your folks would have killed you.”
“Right, but even something like this can put you in prison, Sutton!” She pushes against me but I don’t budge. “I’d rather me get in trouble with my parents than have you back in jail because of a fucking dime bag of weed!”