by M. N. Forgy
“Stop it!” I shove at him, and he just laughs, trying to grab at my dress. I clench my thighs shut, slapping his hands away with all my might. Nobody is helping me, they’re just all standing back and recording and taking pictures. Where is a fucking teacher?
I’m suddenly shoved backward, nearly falling on my ass and the sound of bone and skin smacking causing the hair on my neck to rise.
Warner has Axel up against the lockers, Warner’s face flushed red, and his arm pressed across Axel’s neck. Warner is in Axel’s face which now has a busted lip, both of them breathing hard as they strain against one another.
“If you ever come near her again, I’ll make sure you never catch a football again,” Warner threatens. I gasp, my brows lifting.
“Warner, it was a joke!” Kellie tries to defend, pulling on Warner to let go of Axel. “Axel is your friend, are you going to let this slut in between all of us?”
“A joke? Showing private photos of me to the entire school is a joke?” I ask, my face scrunched in confusion.
Warner takes a step back, letting Axel free and points at Kellie with his finger. Her face sobers, her eyes flicking between Warner and mine. I’d almost gloat in the fact Warner came to my defense instead of hers, but I just… I want to get away from everyone staring at me right now. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, Warner pulls my chest flush with his. He’s so warm, and I feel safe.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into the top of my head. I don’t know what to say. I can’t talk I’m in such shock. I’m so embarrassed, and I just want to hide. I feel like everyone is looking at me naked, that I’m naked. “Do you want to get out of here?
I nod, I nod so quickly I don’t care where we go as long as it’s away from here.
Pulling his jacket off, he throws it over my shoulders, the smell of him calming me, the weight of his arm along my shoulders grounding me as we head toward the doors. His jacket is like a cloak, suddenly making me feel braver with everyone staring at us.
“Warner!” Axel yells from down the hall, his voice distraught and angry. We don’t slow down as we push through the double doors of the school and make our way to the parking lot. He takes me to the passenger side of his truck and opens the door, helping me in. Jogging around to his side he climbs in behind the wheel and stills. His hair in his face, face drawn, he strangles the steering wheel.
“This is because of me, not you River.” He breathes heavily, shaking his head. He looks good today, even with the lack of sleep we both had. Though the side of his face looks redder than the other. His blond hair is clean and combed, his shirt distressed and showing his biceps in just the right way.
I swallow the lump in my throat and let the tears that I’ve been holding in run down my face.
“Why did you call dibs on me, why did you tell everyone to stay away from me?” He practically put a target on my back by telling Axel and everyone else to stay away from me. “I’m not yours, I never asked for you to do that Warner, you just made everything worse,” I cry.
“The day you lifted that little gypsy dress and sunk down on my cock you became mine, River!” His voice is sharp and demanding I can’t help but suck in a sharp breath and look at him. His blue eyes fierce and angry.
I don’t know what this is between us. This powerful magnetic connection, but it’s been there since day one and neither of us could break it. Maybe he’s right. I was his before either of us knew what was happening. A force of nature nobody can expect or walk away from. My eyes widen, maybe he’s the one holding the other end of the string on my ankle.
Reaching over he grabs my hand, and I can’t help but look down at it. Such a simple action, but intimate in its own right. His hand is warm and fits mine perfectly, if I think about it hard enough… I never want him to let go. He’s still wearing my bracelet.
I choke out a laugh and swipe at the tears. That’s when I notice my other hand gripping the photos.
“What are they?” Warner asks, gesturing toward the pictures. I don’t want to show him, but he’s already seen me naked before. He made me feel sexy though, these photos make me feel ugly. Like I need to cover up every piece of skin and hide in the corners of the hall.
Pulling them from my sweaty hand, I lay them on the seat in between us. He picks one up, and his jaw clenches before dragging his hand slowly down his face, he tosses it back onto the seat shaking his head.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters.
In all my life, enemies or foes, I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. So frozen but burning with rage at the same time. I should have punched her. I should have flipped her off and acted like I didn’t care. I shake my head as we pull out of the parking lot. It’s so easy to say what I should have done now, but when it happened, I panicked. All I wanted to do was disappear, Warner made that happen.
Warner
White knuckling the steering wheel, all I can think about is turning around and beating the fuck out of Axel and giving Kellie a piece of my mind. He was my buddy. Out of everyone I told on the team to stay away, I thought he got it more than anyone. That motherfucker betrayed me. It makes me wonder what else he’s done behind my back. I mean, I expected this shit from Kellie, but him?
They both can fuck off a cliff for all I care. I’m sick of everyone in this town. Everyone except River.
Glancing over at her, she sits there looking amazing in her yellow dress, black tears smeared down her cheeks from her makeup, and sad eyes. I’ve never seen her so sad or scared. Is she right? Did me telling everyone to lay off do this to her?
“Having my body flashed to everyone walking past my locker, I felt… I felt that uncomfortable searing heat that I had when Brick tried to rape me,” she confesses.
I swallow, my Adam’s apple feeling like sandpaper in my throat. This is all my fucking fault.
I grab her hand, and teary eyes look up at me.
“Hey, I got you. You’re mine, and if they did see the pictures then … I’m going to have a lot of asses to beat for fucking looking,” I rasp.
“Thank you.” I nod, taking my eyes back to the road.
Where should I take her? We can’t go back to the tower, and I don’t know who is at her house. My dad’s at work though, I’ll take her to my place.
Pulling into my driveway, she looks at me confused.
“Let’s skip school today, and just hang out at my house,” I suggest, not really asking. She’s cool to hang out with, and having her all to myself for a day sounds great to me.
“Do you have Netflix?”
I smirk. “I don’t see us doing a whole lot of watching TV.”
Her eyes flash to mine, lust flushing her cheeks. I laugh, winking at her making her laugh along with me. I know she just went through some shit, but I can’t help my need to touch and have her.
Climbing out of the truck, we meet in the front, and I grab her hand again. She gives me a sideways glance, but I don’t acknowledge it. I don’t want to dig into whatever is in her head. I just want everyone to see this, to know she is mine and if you fuck with her… you fuck with me.
I unlock the front door and we step in. My house is smaller than hers and probably isn’t nearly as clean with it just being me and my dad. It’s simple. Kitchen, table. Black couch with a coffee table, and a TV on the wall with cables sticking out everywhere connecting to my Xbox.
“Sorry for the mess…” Raising my hand, I drop it, letting it rest against my thigh. I’m not really sure why I’m apologizing. This is me. This is how I live.
She shakes her head, her brows pinched together like I’m being ridiculous.
“For what? I love it. It’s… a home.”
“I mean, I guess it is. I just figured your house was clean and shit,” I chuckle.
“Oh, it is. My mother freaks with clutter. It’s so frustrating, and hard to live in at times.” She steps up to my picture hanging on the wall, she runs a finger along the glass collecting dust.
“It’d be nice if my parents stop
ped trying to clean up the dust and dirt and let us live like a normal family with normal grit and grime.” She gives me a glance and I can’t help but think about what Sheriff Randall said last night about her family being criminals. “I guess that would make us too vulnerable though, huh?” She raises her left shoulder.
“So… where’s your room?”
My dick twitches with that question, and I have to bite back my smile. “Down the hall.” I point.
Giving me a devilish little smile, she turns away and heads down the dark hallway. She finds my room without error, pushing the door open slowly.
Stepping inside she inspects it. The small bed with the sheets and blankets spread everywhere. Clothes thrown all over the floor, and a dresser with so much shit on it, I can’t pick anything up without something falling over.
“It smells like you in here,” she murmurs. Stepping up behind her, I slip my nose up the nape of her neck. The scent of lavender and spice making me inhale a bigger breath.
“I want it to smell like you,” I whisper into the back of her head. Barely turning her head, she leans into me. She’s my refuge, my safe place and without her next to me I just feel fucking lost.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I want it to smell like the sweat on your body, the wetness dripping down your legs. I want this room to be nothing but us, River.” Circling my hips, I let my hard cock explain the rest.
11
River
“Warner skipped practice again. It’s just not like him! If I had to guess, it’s that River girl!”
– Coach
Warner’s fingers delicately trace the bare skin on my back where the dress dips a little lower. Glancing over my shoulder, I see sex dancing in his eyes and the bob in his throat as he swallows. Coming closer, he kisses my shoulder, first a peck and then sensually his whole mouth takes in pieces of my body. Licking it and sucking it. It feels so good, I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting his mouth seduce me in ways I never knew it could. His hand slowly trails over the wet kisses, pushing the shoulder of my dress down my arm, exposing my maroon bralette. Rubbing his fingertips on the nape of my neck he switches sides, kissing the other shoulder before pushing the dress down, the material pooling at my feet.
Feeling exposed in his room, I bring my arms up to my chest, a cool breeze whisking across my bare ass as I stand before him. For some reason, I’m scared for him to look at my body. Ashamed. Probably because of that bitch Kellie.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, River.” He groans, his hands digging into my ass cheeks, lifting them up before quickly dropping them causing them to bounce.
I scoff, not feeling sexy.
“Hey.” He fists my chin making me look at him. “You are fine as hell. Shit, I was more angry that people got to see what is mine more than anything this morning.”
I laugh, trying to rein in my big smile. He makes me feel precious. As if he found a rare flower and is cupping his hands around the petals to protect it from harsh elements.
“So you’re saying I’m yours, huh?” I half laugh at his possessiveness. He glares up at me, not a hint of playfulness to be found.
“Turn for me.” His tone husky. I look down at him, not sure if he’s joking. “Do it.” His tone sharp.
Pulling each foot out of my dress around my feet, I turn for him displaying my half-naked body. He bends at the knee, my pussy right in his face. He palms my ankle and ever so slowly caresses my calf then my knees before he tickles the skin up my thigh. My breathing becomes labored the closer he gets to my wetness, my toes curling into his carpet, and my stomach trembling with each breath.
“Spread your legs.” His hand presses against the inside of my thigh, and I widen my stance. Without another word, he plunges two fingers into me and I gasp from the satisfaction of final connection. He pumps his hand back and forth and then dives forward taking my clit into his mouth.
“Oh my God!” I moan, my hands flying to his blond locks. His warm hot mouth sucks me into oblivion as his fingers fuck me. I can barely stand, talk, or do much else than gasp and moan while he plays me like a fucking fiddle.
Tingles race through my limbs like a racehorse, and all I can seem to do is inhale over and over again. My lungs burn for air, but I’m aching from tensing them as I fall over the cliff to orgasm in his hand and mouth.
Suddenly, I lose everything. The warmth, the pleasure, the urge to climax as a cold void swoops in and fills my lungs with cold air.
Glancing down, out of breath, Warner looks up at me with a glistening mouth.
Standing, he presses on my chest, pushing me onto his bed. Climbing over me, his knees on each side of me, he uses both hands to pull his shirt over his head.
Oh my God, his chest is so ripped. I run my nails down it, hard. He hisses and then leans down to kiss me. He groans into my mouth, the taste of myself wrapping around my tongue.
Lacing my legs around him, I rock my hips, rubbing my clit on the bulge of his jeans. He returns the favor, rotating his torso just right causing a burst of pressure to build in my clit once again.
Biting my bottom lip, he leans up to unzip his pants, and I tangle my hands in my hair, lost with what to do with myself. It’s so good. Too good.
The bed rocks as he stands, jerking his jeans and briefs off his body. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as he digs his wallet out of one of his pockets. That’s when I notice NINE written across his shoulders on his back. I’ve never noticed the tattoo before.
“You have a tattoo,” I murmur more to myself than anything. His eyes fall to my ankle.
“So do you.” I raise my foot, red thread wrapped around my ankle into a bow claiming my skin. I remember when I got it done by a friend and my parents found out a week later. I was grounded for a month and they were trying everything to have it removed.
“Why that?” he questions, pulling a condom from his wallet.
“My grandmother told me we all have an invisible string wrapped around our ankle, the other end tied to our soulmate’s ankle. The story was the last one she told me before she died.”
Sadness takes hold of my chest thinking about it. “I had an ugly scar before, so I tried to cover it up with the tattoo,” I murmur.
Lifting his chin, he looks my ankle over. “It’s cute.”
I laugh. “It’s not cute, it’s… I don’t know. Beautiful, or sexy!”
Shaking his head, he licks his lips, hair in his eyes. Bringing his hand up, he presents me with the condom between two of his fingers.
“Wanna do the honor?” His tone gravelly, and so low I feel it in my gut.
I swallow hard as I’ve never done this before. Ripping it open with my teeth, I fist his bare cock. It feels like expensive silk. Every pump of my hand causing the foreskin to roll to the head pushing a bead of cum out of the slit. Eyes hooked on his, I lean over and flick the drop with the tip of my tongue. It’s salty and warm, and the way he jerks from the intimate touch makes my pussy throb.
“Enough of these games, I want that pussy.” He shoves me back and rolls the condom on his cock so fast he’s already in between my legs, and pressing my thighs apart.
The tip presses into my opening and it stings. I tense, and he stills noticing my discomfort. He pushes the tip in a little farther, stretching me, and I close my eyes and breathe through it.
Filling me to the base of his cock he begins to thrust harder. Jerking the cups down on my bra he palms my tits, my nipples budding beneath his palm.
He pushes himself all the way in before slowly withdrawing himself to the tip, then pushing all the way back in. The overwhelming sensation of coming is already back and ready to explode.
“Goddamn, you feel incredible,” he grunts, driving his hard cock back and forth into my wetness. He’s so deep, and grinding me into such amazingness I just want to lay in bed with him all day and fuck. He’s hard but soft, my fingers can’t stop touching him. I want to remember the feel of his body against mine forever.
“Jus
t like that,” Warner growls, digging into the soft tissue of my breasts.
I gasp, pull my hair, and rock my hips in perfect rhythm to his. His chest flush with mine I nip at his neck and pull at his hair. His breath hot and sticky on my neck I hear him moan and begin to tense as his climax nears.
“Nine!” I warn, ready to come.
He wraps his arms around me tightly, my arms and his hand in a mess of tangled limbs, he flips us and now I’m on top. His dick fills me further, and my nails dig into his chest. I’m not sure if it hurts or feels good. All I know is I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
“Fuck me harder,” he breathes heavily. Using my knees, I pump myself up and down harder and faster. My head falling back, I cry out with my release.
My entire body spasms and my eyes clench shut as the most amazing feeling ever takes my breath away.
Warner’s back arches as he jerks and fills the condom with hot cum. Smiling, I look down at him, my hair falling in my eyes.
“You like how I fuck you?” A sultry smile crosses my face, one I wouldn’t recognize if I looked in the mirror. His response is a clenched jaw and fierce eyes as he fills me so deep I know walking tomorrow is going to be a chore.
My hair a fucking mess and in my face, Warner tucks a stray hair behind my ear. His chest and neck are scratched, and my body is flushed red like I have a rash from the exertion.
Climbing off him, my legs begin to tremble on their own accord, and I’m stiff. Falling next to him, my hand on his chest he brings his arms behind his head.
“Fuck that…” He’s out of breath, but I know what he’s thinking.
“I know,” I huff. His dick throbs back and forth matching his heartbeat, the condom skin-tight and still sticking to his length.
“Nobody fucks me like you do,” he continues. My brows furrow, that was not what I was expecting him to say, and jealousy rears its ugly head. I’m angry and satisfied all at the same time.
He chuckles, fisting my chin to make me look at him. I narrow my eyes at him, conveying just how pissed I am at that comment.
“Put that jealousy away, I just made the whole damn school know you’re mine.”