by Holly Renee
If she didn’t leave now, I wasn’t sure I would be able to control myself. My control already felt like it was on the brink of snapping and having her here in front of me did nothing to help it.
She was the knife that could tear me apart. She could cut through my restraint with a simple touch of her hands, and I knew that her touch could be deadly.
She was the only thing that I could see at that moment. The only thing that mattered, and I hated losing sight of everything else.
She was my blind spot, and I knew that she would be the thing that wrecked me. Her and her perfect lips and her sassy mouth.
"Stop telling me what to do." She balled her hands into fists at her sides, and I knew that she also had a rush of anger going through her. Whether or not she was angry with me wasn’t even important. What mattered was that as she continued to look at me the way she did, I wouldn’t care if she despised me for what I had done.
I would still beg her to give me whatever she was willing to give, even through her hate I would beg her for more.
"I don’t have time for this right now." I slammed my locker behind me and took a step to the side to get out of her line of sight. Nothing good was going to come from this moment, and I needed to get my clothes on and leave before she saw the bulge under my towel or the want in my eyes.
Cami has just told her everything, and all I can think about was how easily I could take her on this bench. That tiny skirt she wore would give me the easiest access to her, and I just knew that by the time I shoved it up her hips she would be dripping with as much want as me.
"So what? Only you get to decide when this is okay?" She waved her hand back and forth between us.
"I think you’re the one who decided this weekend." I smirked, and I regretted the words immediately. I may have let her make the first move, but every part of me had wanted her. I had wanted her far more than she could ever want me.
She opened her mouth to say something but hesitated. I hated the way she looked down at her feet. The way she questioned herself and what she would say in front of me.
But I had done that to her.
"What?" I asked and tightened my hand on my towel.
"Nothing." She shook her head and took an almost unnoticeable step back from me.
"No. Say it." I needed to know what she was going to say. I was dying for her to say anything that would make me feel anything other than what I was feeling at that moment.
"Why?" Her gaze snapped up to meet mine. "So you can hold whatever I say against me?"
That was fair. I knew it was, but I still hated it.
"The only thing I want to hold against you right now is me."
Her gaze trailed down my body as I spoke and stopped just as it met my cock. It jerked beneath the towel, already so fucking hard, and I could have died when her tongue snuck out of her mouth and traced the edge of her lips.
"Don’t do that." My voice was rough and commanding, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t listening to a single thing I said.
"Do what?" She hadn’t lifted her gaze.
"That." I reached out and gripped her chin with my fingers. I lifted her head until she was looking back at me, then ran my rough thumb over her soft bottom lip.
It was enough to undo me, enough to make me lose control entirely.
"I didn’t do anything." Her voice was breathy and laced with seduction, and I felt the sound as if it slithered over my entire body.
"You should leave," I repeated my words from earlier, but she still wasn’t listening to me. Her gaze had dropped back down my body slowly, and I could feel her assessing every inch of me.
I didn’t have the restraint to walk away from her.
I didn’t possess that sort of control.
I took a step toward her, leaving the smallest amount of space between us, and our breathing melded together in one harsh sound. She was as affected by me as I was her, and I hated the hesitation in her eyes as she roamed over my body.
I hated that this girl could kill me with her touch yet she feared touching me at all.
But then something snapped in her. Something broke free and that bond of indecision snapped.
She stepped forward with pure determination in her eyes as she laid her hand on my chest and pushed me back into my locker. I cursed as the cold, hard metal hit my back, but I didn’t dare stop her. I barely breathed as I waited to see what she would do next.
She pushed up on her tiptoes, and her mouth still barely reached mine. She held herself a breath away, and it was pure torture sitting there waiting for her next move.
Her hand tightened against my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she pushed her own chest against her arm. Her hand was buried between us, but I never wanted it to leave my skin.
It was so hot against me, so desperate yet so small.
"I hate you." She stared up into my eyes, and I knew that she meant every single word of what she just said. Regardless of if it was true or not.
"No, you don’t." I let the weight of my shoulders fall against the lockers, and let my focus be solely on her.
She was so damn beautiful.
She pushed harder against me. "Yes. I do. I hate you."
Her words should have sliced through me. They should have made me feel anything other than a raging desire to stop her words with my mouth on hers.
Every word that passed her lips only seemed to turn me on more. It didn’t matter if she was angry or happy or fueled by her rage for me, every part of her was an aphrodisiac that I couldn’t overcome.
"If you hated me," I looked down at her lips and watched as her bottom one trembled with the exertion of her breathing. "You would already be gone. If you hated me, you would have left this locker room the moment you didn’t find what you came looking for."
She flinched, and I knew that she was seconds away from doing just that. She would walk away from me just to prove that she could, and I was an idiot for pushing her in that direction.
But it was much easier to face the fact that her body wanted me even if she didn’t. Her body wanted me, and she was failing to overcome that want as badly as I was.
She pushed off my chest and turned in the direction she came from, but I had no intentions of letting her go. If she told me that she didn’t want this, I would let her leave, but I needed to hear her say it. I needed her to tell me to stop because all I could see in her eyes was her need for me to never cease what I was doing.
I wrapped my arm around her bicep and her gaze shot back to me. I should have asked her if this was what she wanted. I should have made it clear that I wanted her in a way that felt uncontrollable to me, but I did no such thing.
I gave her a few moments as she stared at me, and when there wasn’t a single whisper of her asking me to stop, I jerked her forward until her chest slammed into mine.
Her breath left her mouth in a rush, and I leaned down and swallowed it with my own. The first touch of our lips wasn’t tentative or gentle. I didn’t have the assurance to give her the opportunity to second-guess what we were doing.
I didn’t want her to get stuck in her head when she tasted me on her tongue. I didn’t need her to think about whether the two of us were right or wrong.
Because I knew what the answer to that would be.
I slammed my mouth against hers, and she was completely stiff beneath me. But I didn’t let her go, I moved my lips, and I could feel the tension leaving her body.
She melted under my touch as she brought up her hands and clung to my shoulders. I nipped at her bottom lip before soothing the ache with my tongue, and she whimpered in a way that I thought might kill me.
"I do hate you," she whispered against my mouth as I flipped us around and pressed her into the locker. I needed control. I needed to give her something that would make her forget anything that happened before this moment.
"That’s fine." I ran my tongue along the length of her jaw and down the beating pulse on her neck. "You can hate me all you want, but you s
till want me. You want me almost as badly as I'm dying for you."
Her hips jerked forward against mine. I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs, and I lifted her off of her feet. She didn’t need any encouragement to wrap her legs around me. The movement opened her legs for me to fit in between them perfectly, and I wanted nothing more than to drop that damn towel and feel every inch of her against me.
I took a step back with her wrapped around me, and I dropped to the wooden bench that ran wall to wall between the sets of lockers. She held onto me tighter as she settled against me, and her hips made the tiniest movements as if she couldn’t stand another second without the friction.
I pulled her jacket down her shoulders and jerked open the buttons of her white shirt. A delicate white bra encased her breasts and reminded me of the innocence I took from her.
She was still so innocent, so pure, and I was dying to taste every damn ounce of that virtue. I was dying to tarnish every bit of her with my sins.
I wanted her corrupted and dripping with the memories of what I had done to her.
Her breasts heaved as she stared at me, and I didn’t waste another moment before I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the swell of her breast. Her body bowed into mine, and it didn’t matter that we were in the middle of the boys’ locker room.
Neither one of us cared.
I dipped my tongue beneath the thin fabric and ran it over her pebbled nipple as her hips jerked forward. The movement was enough to loosen the towel from around my waist, but I did nothing to stop it.
I let her feel how turned on I was by her. I wanted her to know what she did to me.
"Beck." My name was a whisper, and I looked up from her breasts to meet her heated gaze.
"Yes, princess?" I roughly jerked her bra down her chest, the layers of fabric on her arms pinning them to her sides, and I didn’t wait for a reply from her before I dove into her flesh.
Her skin was so flush and so perfect. Her breast fit in my hand like it was made for it.
I ran my teeth along the sensitive flesh, and she jolted into me. I groaned at the contact of her warmth against me. I could already feel how wet she was beneath her panties, and I couldn’t stop myself as I kneaded one of her breasts in one hand and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Her skin was so sweet beneath my tongue, and my cock was so hard beneath her lap. I surged up against her as she mewled and watched what I was doing to her breasts.
She groaned as my cock slapped against her, and I laid her down on the bench beside me. She let her legs fall to either side of the bench as she stared up at me and I quickly straddled the bench to be perfectly lined up with her center.
I didn’t waste time pulling her panties out of my way. I hooked my thumb into the edge and tugged them to the side as I took in her pussy. She was glistening with her arousal, and I moved my thumb up and down her slit at a torturously slow pace.
As soon as my thumb touched her clit, she bowed up off the bench, her tits on perfect display for me, and I knew that she was as close to falling off the edge as I was.
I constantly felt that way around her. Like I was teetering on some invisible ledge where one wrong move would have me plunging into somewhere I could never recover.
She was the gravity that held me in place and the force that threatened my fall.
I bent forward and pressed my lips on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She tried to clamp her legs shut, but the bench between them hindered her movement. She was spread open for me, and there was nothing she could do about it besides telling me to stop.
Her legs quivered under my hands as I forced them apart, and I ran my tongue over every inch of her. She was so sweet, the taste of her was unlike anything I had ever had before her, and I was pissed that I had been drinking so much the first time I tasted her.
It had muddled my memory of what it had been like. I knew every bit of it was good, but this felt so much better than anything I could force up in my memories.
She was so damn wet, and I lapped up at her before flattening my tongue against her clit. She jerked forward again, but I didn’t let that stop me. I tasted her slow and hard, my tongue exploring every bit of her as she squirmed beneath me, and it wasn’t until she wrapped her fingers in my hair and called out my name that I sucked her clit into my mouth.
I stared up at her, and I was surprised to see her watching me so intently. Her face showed every bit of her pleasure, and she watched every move of my tongue.
I flicked my tongue against her as her fingernails dug into my hair before I slipped a finger inside her. It slid in so easily due to her wetness, and I didn’t hesitate to add another or to lean back and stare her in the eyes as I did.
She stared at me as I spit down onto that spot where my fingers went inside her, and I loved seeing the bit of shock in her eyes before I brought my mouth back down. I wasn’t sure if she was simply shocked by the act or because she liked it so much, but I knew that her pussy was milking my fingers from the inside, and she was riding my face like she had never been so turned on in her life.
I slammed my fingers inside of her and curled them back toward me as her legs shook. She was so damn close, and even though I was dying to get inside of her, I refused to move from this position before she came all over my face.
"Beck, please." She forced her hips higher into the air, chasing my mouth, and I put her out of her misery as I sucked on her clit with a force that I knew she couldn’t stop.
She tugged on my hair to the point of pain, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop until she screamed my name again as she put so much pressure on my head that I knew I wouldn’t be able to move until she allowed it.
She rode out her orgasm against my face, and I lightened the touch of my tongue and my fingers as the movements of her hips lessened.
Her fingers slipped from my hair and fell back to her sides, and when I lifted my head from between her legs, she had the smallest smile lighting up her face.
But I wasn’t finished with her, far from it.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her almost lax body back into my lap. She blinked at me as I settled her against me, and I licked the seam of her lips. She instantly opened for me, and I took advantage of that fact.
I ravaged her mouth just as I did her pussy.
I didn’t leave one bit of her lips untouched. I sucked them into my mouth, I caressed her tongue slowly with mine, and I knew that she could taste herself on my mouth. I wondered if it tasted as good to her as it did to me. I wondered if she could tell how much I loved it. The mix of her pussy and her mouth on my tongue.
"I need to fuck you." I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, and she whimpered. "It’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about."
She didn’t reply. There was no declaration of her feelings or lack thereof, but I didn’t need them. Not now. I just needed to know that she was right here with me. I needed to know that she was here, and she wanted this as badly as I did.
She ground down against me, and I was so fucking hard that I thought I might come just from that movement alone.
I lifted her hips up until the tip of my cock lined up with her, then I let her fall back onto my lap as I sank into her inch by inch. She was almost still fully dressed while I was completely bare, and there was something about seeing her like that that took every bit of composure I had left.
I buried one hand into her left thigh while my right one wrapped around her back. She began riding me without any encouragement on my part, her tiptoes barely touching the ground, and I slammed up into her every time our hips were close to meeting.
We found a rhythm that had my heart racing and my balls feeling tight. I hadn't felt like I was going to come so quickly since I was fifteen years old, but there was something about Josie that fucked with my head.
Everything about her felt like too much. She was too sweet, too pure, too fucking good for the shitstorm I brought with me.
I knew th
at, but I couldn’t give her up.
I pressed my hand to her breastbone and let her fall back as I held her. She was still arched into me, but I had a perfect view of where the two of us met. Her tiny skirt was around her hips, and her chestnut hair was falling over her shoulders.
Her eyes were pinched closed as she faced the ceiling, and all I could think about while staring down at her was what would have happened if I hadn’t fucked everything up.
"Ride me, Josie," I commanded her, and her eyes snapped open and met mine.
I let her shoulders hit the bench, and she reached up and grabbed ahold of the wooden bench above her head. She used her hands as leverage as she began to move against me. Her body rolled down the bench and ended with her hips against me.
It felt so damn good, too good.
"This doesn’t mean anything." She was so breathless as she rode me, but her eyes still blazed with fire.
"It fucking does." I slammed up into her to drive my point home, and she threw her head back and moaned. "It means more than you’re ready to hear."
There was a loud creaking that rang out through the locker room, and I knew that someone had just come inside. Josie froze against me, but there was no damn chance we were stopping.
Someone would have to be dying to get me out of her, and even then, it would take a lot for me to pull myself away.
"Beck," she whispered my name and tried to push away from me, but I just held her closer to me. My locker was around the corner from the door, and I knew that no one could see us unless they were headed this way, but I still stood with Josie in my arms and headed for the very back wall.
Unless someone was looking for me, they wouldn’t find us here. They could hear us, her whimpers and my deep moans, but we would just have to be quiet.
"Beck. We can’t," she whispered in my ear as her back hit the wall, but I didn’t stop. I slammed into her and tightened my hand on her thighs.
She let her head fall back against the wall, and she bit down on her lip as she stared down at me. She was worried about who was here, but she had as little interest in stopping as I did.
If I wasn’t going crazy with the feel of her around me, I would say that the thrill of getting caught only turned her on more. Her pussy spasmed around me as I rolled my hips and her hands tightened on my shoulders.