I’d taken extra care in my appearance today, hoping I’d run into Max. Hell, I was even wearing a little make up. I’d enrolled in a few classes that I could use toward getting my GED that would begin tomorrow, so today was my last day of freedom—Ironically.
I wandered outside and over to our tree. I’m not going to lie—I was hoping to see him, but after wasting half the day and no sign of him I began to doubt my plan.
Then out of nowhere, there he was, looking as sexy as ever. He looked hotter than yesterday if that were even possible. He spotted me and smiled, speeding up his step.
“I was wondering if I’d see you out here today,” he chuckled.
“I’m becoming pretty attached to this tree,” I joked. He laughed and sat down.
“So, what are you up to today?”
“Not much. I signed up for some classes that start tomorrow. So that should be interesting,” I joked, rolling my eyes.
“Really?” he asked, amused. I looked at him suspiciously, eyeing the big smile on his face. Why was that such a big deal?
“Just a few English classes.”
“Ah yes. You, and your books.”
“Don’t do that,” I laughed. Getting on my knees, I turned to face him. “Just because your taste is pretty bad, don’t drag down the one thing I enjoy doing.”
I shuffled closer to him, until I was sitting on his lap, a leg on either side of him. I took his hands and placed them on my ass, laughing as he squeezed my cheeks.
“Well, it’s not the only thing I enjoy doing…”
He smacked my ass and laughed.
“Hey, I think its great how much you read. There’s just more stimulating stuff out there other than the smut you seem to be quite taken with.”
“Oh?” I said. “Do you want me to show you how stimulating my ‘smut’ can be?” I asked.
My hands on his chest, I brought my mouth down on his in a long, slow kiss as I rocked my hips into him. His hands moved under my skirt, edging underneath the soft fabric of my panties. Moving at a deliberately slow pace, he followed the line of my panties around to the front. I tensed, closing my eyes as he slipped a finger inside of them, teasing my entrance.
“That feels nice,” I muttered, moving my hands up to his shoulders. I sat up straight. “God, yeah.” I tensed, wet and ready for him when he thrust a finger inside. My back arched as he fingered me, alternating between one and two fingers.
“Open your eyes. I want to watch you.”
Opening my eyes, I focused on him as he worked his finger slowly around my entrance. His blue eyes burned into mine as I squirmed on his lap while he teased me. He pulled out his finger and brought it to his mouth, tasting me. I laughed, and covered my face with my hands, not sure why I felt so embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Mm,” he muttered, pushing me back until I lay flat on the ground. “I want some more of that.” I clapped my hand over my mouth as he flipped up my skirt, his fingers pushing away the thin fabric of my thong. He pushed my thighs further apart, and then slowly ran his tongue along my entrance.
“What are you doing?” I giggled, glancing around to make sure nobody was coming.
“What does it look like?” he muttered.
I shrieked as his tongue plunged inside of me, his lips tasting my sweetness. I wrapped my legs around his neck as my fingers roamed his hair, resisting the strong urge to bury his face in my pussy.
God, this feels amazing.
I wanted it to last forever, but the fact was he had me so worked up; every lick brought me closer to the edge. Groaning, I flexed my toes, my body convulsing as his tongue lapped at my wetness.
“Oh god, please…so good…” I mumbled, not sure whether I wanted him to stop or keep going. I moaned, as the last of the high rippled through my body, before pushing him away.
He pulled himself up toward my face, his lips pressing against mine. All I could taste was me, and it felt so incredibly sexy. My pussy throbbed, still reeling from his attention, as we kissed.
“Shit,” he said, sitting up. He suddenly looked agitated. “I’ve made you miss dinner,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. I didn’t get why he looked so panicked.
“I’m not hungry anyway,” I offered, shrugging.
“No, they will have noticed us both missing. Fuck,” he cursed, getting to his feet.
I stood up, straightening my skirt. He turned and yanked me against the trunk of the tree, his mouth pressing against mine, kissing me with urgency.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
My heart fluttered at the sound of his husky voice telling me how sexy I was.
“So, what now?” I asked, his nervousness rubbing off on me. Butterflies stormed into my stomach. Were we about to be caught? Because I wasn’t ready to give this up. “How about I go to the infirmary?”
“The infirmary?” he repeated, not convinved.
“Yes. I’ll tell them I have stomach cramps, and collapsed outside or something?” It wasn’t completely unbelievelable.
He thought for a moment. “That might work. But I don’t want you lying for us.”
I snorted. Did he not know who he was talking to? I came out of the womb hiding the truth. He rolled his eyes, getting my point.
“Okay. I’ll try and sneak some food to you.” His hand lingered in mine for a moment longer before he pushed me away. “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
~*~*~*~
Half an hour later, I was lying in a bed in the infirmary with the doctor looking over my stomach. He pressed and prodded me, before deciding it was most likely pre menstrual cramps.
“Give her some Tylenol and let her go back to her room,” I overheard him telling the nurse. I sighed, relieved that I wasn’t going to be staying here for the night. All I wanted was my own bed, where I could dream about being with Max.
“Here you go, honey.”
The nurse came bustling in, holding a small plastic cup and two Tylenol. I took the tablets from her and the drink and swallowed, as she flashed me a sympathetic smile.
“Okay, scuttle along now. Make sure you rest up, and any more pain, come straight back.”
I nodded and thanked her.
~*~*~*~
It was barely seven in the evening and I was in bed. Sherry was still not there, so I had the room to myself. I was surprised at how tired I actually was. All this sneaking around and sex was taking a lot out of me.
I tossed and turned for a while, unable to drift off, when I heard the door creak open. I sat up, expecting Sherry. Instead, I saw Max smiling at me.
“Hey,” I said, smiling back. Shocked would be an understatement to how I felt. I self-consciously pulled the covers a little higher.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I was just on my way out and I thought I’d drop these off,” he said, holding up a plate of sandwiches. My stomach grumbled loudly, an indication of how hungry it was.
“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.
He walked in, closing the door. I took the plate and set it on the table beside me, leaning back against my pillows. He narrowed his eyes, and smirked.
“You look so fucking sexy right now, it’s taking all my resolve not to climb in there with you.”
“Why don’t you?” I raised an eyebrow, and pulled the covers down, low enough to show that I was only wearing panties with my tank top. I giggled as his erection became obvious through his pants.
“God, don’t tempt me, Maya,” he groaned. “I don’t think I have the strength to refuse you.” I pushed myself up onto my knees and tilted my head.
“Then don’t.”
He stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to tug at my panties, a pained look on his face. Taking the hem of my top, I lifted it over my head, smiling as he sighed.
“You don’t wanna play with me, Max?” I said, frowning.
“You know I do…this isn’t fair,” he said gruffly, taking me in his arms. He kissed me, his mouth rough and forceful against mine.
His hands move
d over my naked body, massaging my breasts as he pulled me into his embrace. We lay there, just holding each other for what felt like forever. I loved the feeling of being so close to someone without sex.
“Now you’ve done it. I have no idea how I’m going to sneak out of here.”
“Why do you need to sneak out?” I asked, confused. “Just leave.”
“Are you being serious? Who the fuck sticks around an hour after their shift ends?” he laughed.
Fair point.
“So you work the occasional night? What is the routine?” I said, propping myself up on my shoulder.
“It’s not that easy. This place is a detention center, remember? That means codes and alarms everywhere.”
“So wont they know you haven’t gone home yet?” I asked.
If they tracked you in here, surely they’d track you out too.
He shot me a look. My eyes widened as I realized that he hadn’t thought about that.
“I don’t suppose you know who is on tonight? As in, maybe they would let this slide…”
He put his head back and stared at the ceiling.
“I think Jon is working,” he said slowly. “He’d let me out. But he’d want to know why. And I’m nervous about what he’d want in return.”
“You mean…” My voice trailed off. I didn’t even know what he meant.
“I don’t know. But I wouldn’t put it past him to pay you a visit.”
What? No fucking way.
“I think the only thing I can do is wait until morning, and then act as though I’ve just arrived. Luckily I’m rostered on for a morning tomorrow.” He turned to face me.
“So you mean you’re spending the night?” I giggled, snuggling into his arms once again.
“It’s hardly funny, but yes, I guess I am. God, this is going to be a long night,” he moaned.
“Not as long as the shift is going to feel for you tomorrow,” I quipped. He groaned again, and I laughed.
“True. But I get to spend more time with you, so that’s a bonus.” He kissed me behind the ear, his arms still tightly wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and smiled. I couldn’t explain why, but I felt safer than I had in forever. He made me feel safe. He made me feel wanted. All those things I’d missed out on up until now, I felt with him.
But I couldn’t stop the nagging voice in the back of my head asking how long this was going to last?
Chapter Six
It had been a week since Max spent the night in my room.
We had cooled things off a little, because too many times we were finding ourselves in situations where we’d been too close to getting caught. Neither of us wanted to put the other in jeopardy, so if that meant not being with him for a few days, then it was worth it.
Sherry had arrived back in our room, with no explanation to where she had been, and nothing more than a tiny Band-Aid across the bridge of her nose.
“You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Max,” Sherry commented as she put her laundry away.
I stiffened and turned to face her. Everywhere I turned, Sherry was there with her stuck up expression, probably thinking up ways to bring me down. I was shocked she hadn’t taken the whole punch to the nose further, instead telling the guards that had been a misunderstanding.
If she got hold of this, who knew where it would end up. Or what she would want to keep it quiet.
“Leave it Sherry,” I said calmly.
“Or what? What are you going to do to me? You think everyone doesn’t see you two sneaking around? You think he’s not going to move onto the next slut who opens her legs when you’re gone?”
“One? You have no idea what the fuck you’re on about, and two? If you so much as hint to anyone your ill informed lies, I’ll tell the guards about the stash of weed you keep hidden under your mattress, and I’ll make your life a living hell.”
“I don’t have a stash of anything!” She exclaimed, her pretty little mouth dropping open.
“Not yet,” I replied calmly, narrowing my eyes.
That shut her up.
She turned back to her pile of clothes and continued to fold them. I watched her, not liking how quickly she had reverted back to being calm and focused. I didn’t trust her.
Not one little bit.
~*~*~*~
Don’t fall for it. She is just trying to get to you.
I watched as Sherry fawned all over Max as he helped her with one of the essay questions. Pretending it didn’t bother me wasn’t an option though, because it did. I wanted to storm over there and punch the shit out of her. I chuckled to myself. That would wipe that smug little smile off her face.
The class was only the six of us girls, and Max. One of the other guards usually stood around too, in case a fight broke out I was guessing.
I was convinced the other five were only there to perve on Max. For me, the perving was just a bonus. Only today, he was ignoring me. He was spending all his time helping the other girls, and it was driving me insane.
I hated the way Sherry threw back her head when she laughed. I hated the way she stuck out her chest whenever he walked past. But most of all I hated the way seeing him with other girls made me feel.
I called over the other guard. When he got closer, I saw his name was Jon. Ah, that Jon. From last week.
Well, two can play that game, Max.
“Are you okay?” Jon asked when he reached me. I flashed him a smile.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Max glaring at us. Exactly the reaction I wanted. Childish? Yes, but if it worked, it worked.
“Can you explain this to me?” I asked, my voice sugary sweet. I barely listened as he ran through the question, my head all consumed with Max. He was still watching, his eyes dark.
Yes. I was getting under his skin. But my doubts were still there.
What if Sherry was right?
What if I was just another random girl he was going to fuck while I was here, and forget about when I’m gone?
I groaned loudly, loud enough for Jon and Max to both stare at me, confused by my outward display of emotion.
I had become that person.
The kind of person who was completely dependent on someone else. The kind of person I’d spent all my life trying not to become. Depending on people meant they let you down. My whole life had been one person letting me down after another. Why had I been so quick to cling to Max?
I give the guy a blowjob, and suddenly I’m planning our wedding?
This was never going to go anywhere. He was at least twelve years older than me for fucks sake! He was a way for me to pass the time, and that was all he was ever going to be.
God, I need to separate myself from him. How could I have become…this, in the space of three fucking weeks?
Was I that tragic? Apparently so.
I thanked Jon, and then put my head down and forced myself to focus on my essay questions. From here on, it was study, sleep and eat. That was it. I could make this work, and get somewhere in life, or I could fuck things up. Again. All pining over Max was going to do for me was break my spirit even more than it already was.
Chapter Seven
I was avoiding him. And it was working too. I ate, and I stayed in my room. There was nowhere for him to corner me. Until I was yanked behind a bush a few days later while walking across for breakfast. I rubbed my arm and glared at him.
What the hell did he think he was doing?
“Why are you avoiding me?” he asked, angry.
“Because there is no point? I’m over whatever this is, okay? So you can move on to the next girl.”
“Move on…what the hell are you talking about?” he hissed, his eyes clouded with confusion. “You think this is what I do? You’re the first that I’ve ever…” He shook his head. “Whatever. If that’s what you think, then that’s what you think.”
He stalked off, leaving me standing there, alone, surrounded by bushes and shrubs. I stepped back out onto the path, not quite sure of what th
e hell had just happened.
What you wanted. For him to back off.
But if that was what I wanted, then why did I feel like shit?
~*~*~*~
Carrying my tray, I found a table in the corner of the lunchroom. Most of the girls had friends, or at least people to talk to. I had nobody. Not that I wanted anyone. Friends complicated things. People in general complicated things.
I picked at my chicken mornay, which tasted like old shoes, before pushing it away. I glanced around and spotted Max, staring at me from across the room. I looked away, my heart racing. It felt like weeks since he had touched me. Why couldn’t I just delude myself while I was in here? It’s not like things were going to change outside. I could talk as much shit as I wanted, but talking and actually changing were two completely different things. Why couldn’t I just accept that, and enjoy having him in here?
If he was using me, then why the fuck couldn’t I use him?
If only it was that easy to fool myself.
I kicked back my chair, and stood up. Knowing he was in there, watching me was just too much. What the hell was wrong with me? I laughed. Everything was wrong with me. I wish I even knew where to start with that.
I made my way down to the tree. Our tree.
No, it wasn't 'our tree' it was a tree owned by the detention center you were put into for acting like a dumb ass.
I sat down and leaned my head back against the trunk. I closed my eyes and sighed. It shouldn't be this hard. If things were this hard now, what was shit going to be like in five years, or ten years, or even twenty years down the track? What was the point in living at all?
Great, so now on top of everything else, I was having an existential crisis.
“I thought I'd find you here.”
I jumped, my eyes flying open. I was so focused on focusing on not thinking, that I didn't even hear him approach. He stood in front me, his towering presence sending shivers down my spine. He was so much harder to ignore when he was right in front of me, when I could smell the musky scent of his aftershave. When my heart was pounding at the sound of his voice.
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