13. Shaun

Somethingisn’trightwith Rhys. She’s even more edgy than usual, which I didn’t know was possible because that chick is a ball of energy most of the time. Yesterday, it felt like she was a little more on edge at times, but today it’s off the charts. I’m not even sure if she’s aware of it, but she was trembling when we were in English class. Garrett noticed it before I did, which pissed me off. He’s been acting like my dad, telling me to stay away from her, yet here he is, fucking putting his hands on her.

Rhys fled to the back of the school to hang with her other friends for lunch. Garrett grumbled something about her needing to go to the gym instead of hanging out with those potheads. I don’t know what that was about, but I do know Rhys smokes her fill of Mary Jane on a daily basis, which usually mellows her. Maybe she skipped it this morning before school?

I’ve been hovering around Marcus all lunch, taking my promise to Rhys seriously. If she messages him, I need to run interference. So, when I notice his phone light up on the table next to me with a message, I glance over to where he’s wrestling Hastings on the grass before snatching up his phone.

Marcus is one of those people who uses their birth date as their phone password, so I quickly type in 290402 and open up the phone. Sure enough, Rhys has sent him a message.

Rhys George

I’ve changed my mind about catching up.

I can’t wait, though.

Wanna ditch Maths and meet me in

the photo lab?

I feel like a prick for what I’m about to do, but she practically begged Garrett and me to stop this from happening, and she had a point. If she keeps hooking up with Grady, then he’ll never get over her. The only thing is, I can’t leave her hanging. At least that’s what I tell myself. So, I respond on Marcus’ phone.

Marcus Grady

Sure! I’ll meet you there!

After I hit send, I glance up to see Marcus and Simon still wrestling, so I slip Marcus’ phone into my pocket, alongside my own, and bail, heading to the dunny just as the bell rings. I take my time in the bathroom, taking a piss and washing my hands a little longer than I usually would, trying to drag it out so Rhys has time to go to the photo lab before I surprise her.

My plan could backfire. She wants Grady, but she’s getting Casa-fucking-nova. I’m sure I can make her forget about him for a little while. Hopefully, if she’s mad, she’ll just angry fuck me. I’ll be happy either way.

Once the halls are quieter and most students have made their way to their period five classes, I hustle across the quad to the arts centre and make my way to the photography unit. I’ve been here before. I kissed Marcy Gilmore in the darkroom back in year 9. Even got a handful of her tits before the teacher sprung us. I had to hold my textbook in front of my junk to hide Thor until he went back to sleep. The guys pissed themselves laughing for days about that. Fuckers!

I wrap my knuckles on the darkroom door, noticing the occupied light is on. I really fucking hope it’s Rhys in there and not a teacher. I’ll have to make up some bullshit for being here if Rhys isn’t the one inside.

When the door swings open, Rhys’ black smile comes into view, but it immediately drops as her confusion takes over and a frown draws in her dark brows.

“Ah… Hey Bossi.”

“Hey, George.” I grin, leaning my arm on the door frame while I wait for her to step aside and let me in.

“What are you doing here?” She looks over my shoulder nervously, as if she’s worried Marcus will approach and wonder why I’m here. I could tease her a little, make her sweat in her boots, but her unusual mood has me re-thinking it.

“You said, do whatever it takes. So, I did. I stole Grady’s phone. He never got your message.”

Her dark eyes dart between each of mine as she considers my words.

“It was you who replied?” Her voice is soft and unsure, so I nod, feeling like I may have made a mistake. But then she nods and pushes the door open, stepping aside.

I watch her face as insecurity sweeps over her expression, and I join her in the room. It’s very un-Rhys-like, and I don’t like seeing it there. It’s out of place on her beautiful face. When the door clicks shut, and the sound of the lock bounces around the small space, I turn to look at her nervously.

I think I’ve fucked up.

“Look, if I’ve overstepped, I’m sorry. I was trying to do what you asked me to do.” I place my finger under her chin, lifting it so her eyes find mine. I hate seeing Rhys like this.

“It’s fine.” She shakes her head.

“It’s not really. You’re disappointed that I showed up, and not Marcus.”

“I am disappointed, but only because I’m weak and I’ve been sprung.” She rolls her tongue in her mouth, obviously struggling with her feelings. I can’t help it. I step closer, tugging her flush against me, and I love how she automatically melts into my hold.

“Kitten.” My voice is low as I stroke a thumb over her cheek, “I’m here to help. If you have an itch, let Casanova scratch it.”

Her black lips spread wide, and her teeth make an appearance in a more confident grin that is more Rhys worthy.

“Shouldn’t you wait until tomorrow night’s Feast?” She asks, all while running her hand up to rest over my chest. I can feel the heat of her hand through my school shirt, and fuck, it takes everything in me not to rip this uptight fucking uniform off.

“But Kitten is hungry now. Isn’t she?”

“She is.” Her voice is breathy as she presses herself tighter against me, and there’s no way I can hide Thor. He’s practically tearing his way out of my jocks.

I haven’t fucked Rhys yet. Even Hastings beat me to that, the cheeky fucker! She did come apart on my mouth and fingers, though. And she has swallowed my cum down like it was a tasty treat, so I shouldn’t complain, but having Rhys George under me, coming around my cock is a fucking wet dream that plagues me. I need this with her. Bad.

“Let me feed Kitten then,” I whisper as I lean forward, hovering my lips over hers. I wait patiently, needing her to make the final call to do this. To decide to step over this line that I know has consequences, yet I can’t seem to stop.

A moment later, Rhys closes the distance. Her soft lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow and sensual but quickly becomes a frenzy of need. Our hands tear at each other’s clothing as we rip piece by piece off until we are nothing but flesh on flesh.

Grazing my hand down her side, savouring her soft skin searing with heat, I wrap my hand around her thigh and lift it, hooking her leg around my hip. My cock nudges against her wet heat with a mind of its own.

Calm down, boy. Not yet.

Her moan is loud as the head of my cock grazes over her sensitive clit, so I push the big fella out of the way and replace the motion with my fingers. Rhys moans again. Louder this time.

“You’re so fucking wet, Kitten. Is that all for me, or is some of that for Marcus?”

She bites my lip. Hard. The metallic taste of blood trickles into my mouth, and I’m about to pull back, not wanting to freak her out, but the little minx follows me, licking at the small wound she inflicted. Pulling back, she grins at me, and I see a crimson smear just below her black lips. Fuuuck, that’s hot as hell!

“It’s all for you, Casanova.” She purrs my nickname, and fuck if I don’t love the way it rolls off her tongue.

I drag my fingers slowly through her folds, revelling in the slickness, and my mouth waters, desperate for another taste. Dropping her leg, I let her watch as I bring my fingers to my mouth, and I lick them clean, moaning around my digits before pulling them free.

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Her smile grows wide right before I walk her backwards until her back collides with the island bench in the centre of the small darkroom.

“The moment I realised it was you at the Feast, I nearly came there and then Kitten. That’s what you do to me.” Using my foot, I nudge each of her feet, silently telling her to spread her legs apart. She widens her stance while bracing her hands on the counter behind her. “The moment you came on my tongue, I knew I’d never get enough of tasting you.” I press my mouth against hers again, loving the way her tongue wraps around mine in untamed hunger. Then I pull back and drop to my knees, my eyes level with her dripping folds. Glancing up to lock eyes with her, I lean forward, using my hands to push her legs further apart and watch as her nostrils flare. My fingers part her slick flesh, and I dart my tongue out to flick over her needy bud.

Her moan is loud, and maybe I should be concerned about someone hearing us, but fuck, my cock jerks at the sound, pre-cum leaking out.

“You wanna know what else I fucking loved about Sunday night, Kitten?”

Her black lips part in a needy pant as I flick my tongue over her clit again, loving how impatient she’s becoming with my slow perusal.

“I loved holding you down while Skipper fucked you.”

Her moan comes before I even get my tongue back on her searing pussy, and I settle between her legs, knowing how desperate she is to find release.

The moment I bury my face in her cunt, her hands latch into my hair, holding me in place. There’s no way I could escape her grip if I wanted to, so, luckily, I’d happily die suffocating in the sweet scent of her pussy.

“Cass!” Her voice is husky, but I ignore her as I lose myself in the act of eating her out. “Cass!” She tugs on my hair, effectively pulling me out of her heat, and I look up at her flushed cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I frown before I glide my tongue over my lips, not doing a very good job at cleaning her slickness off me.

“I want to come on your cock.”

Well fuck! She doesn’t need to tell me twice. A grin tugs my lips up, and I flash my teeth.

“Your wish is my command, Kitten.” I stand before her, and she surprises me by pulling me forward and darting her tongue out to lick her juices off my chin.

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come before I even get inside you.”

Her laugh is like music to my ears. It’s also loud, and if anyone is nearby, they are sure to hear. I should care since I’m not only ditching class but committing sin on catholic school grounds. Not that I haven’t done that before, many times. But this time, it’s with the principal’s foster daughter, so I could end up getting expelled.

My dad would be pleased. Then I’d have no choice but to work on the farm and say goodbye to any other future I may want for myself. I should care more, but right now, all I want is to bury myself deep inside Rhys.

I move back reluctantly, tossing our mingled clothes around until I find my pants, pulling out the latex protection that sucks to wear, but I know is necessary.

“Let me do that.” Rhys offers, and I grin, stepping back to her and handing over the foil packet. I don’t think she means to, but even the way she tears the packet open with her teeth is fucking sexy, and then when she drops to her knees before me, Thor jerks again, eager to get beaver. I wait for her to roll the protection on, but she decides to have her own taste, and the next thing I know, Thor’s head is disappearing past her black lips.

“Fuuuck Kitten.” I clasp each side of her head as she slowly sinks my engorged cock into the heat of her mouth. The feel of her tongue nearly undoes me as she glides my cock back out, and when I think she’s about to take me in again, she replaces her mouth with the dinger, slowly rolling it on.

“One day, I’m going to let you choke me on your cock, Bossi.” Her words hold promise, and fuck, I’d be happy to comply. “But today, I want you to rail me.”

A growl escapes my lips as I meet her heated eyes, and I grab her upper arms, lifting her quickly off the floor.

“You want me to rail you?” I growl, and she nods. “My Kitten wants it hard?”

“Yes.” She pants, and fuck, I love how open she is about this. Most chicks don’t say what they really want. This is why Rhys George was made for me.

“How hard?”

“Rail me, Shaun. Hard and punishing.” The way my name sounds in her husky tone makes my heart fucking flip. I don’t know what the fuck that’s about, but if she wants to be punished, then she’d better fucking hang on.

In a quick move, I wrap my arm around her back, pulling her to me for a hard and heavy kiss while my free hand finds those dark rose-coloured nipples, pinching them. The way she pushes her chest out instead of pulling away tells me everything I need to know. When she says she wants it hard, she really means it.

Ripping my lips from hers, I look down between our bodies, lifting her leg to hook over my arm, opening her wide as I push her back against the edge of the counter. Then I grip my dick and line up.

“You ready, Kitten?”

“Fuck yes.”

I slam into her. She throws her head back as a part moan, part scream escapes her, and I slap my hand over her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear and interrupt us. Taking a panting second, I wait for my thick length to become accustomed to her tight walls. Then, I lean forward, biting one of her nipples before I start my punishing strokes, revelling in the way her needy cunt grips me.

Thrust after thrust, I slam into her so hard that I feel my tip punch her womb. Rhys doesn’t protest. Instead, she meets each of my thrusts with her own, and fuck me, I have died and gone to heaven because this chick is the ultimate.

“Harder.” Rhys pants, and I know what I have to do to make her feel me deep in her bones.

Pulling out abruptly, I don’t give her a moment to realise what’s happening before I spin her small frame and push her head forcefully forward, bending her over the counter. Her needy little arse sways in the air as she willingly widens her stance, desperate for my dick. Lining up again, I push back into her heat, gripping her hip with one hand and keeping her pushed down with my other hand at her nape. Then I do as she asks and fuck her harder. The slap of our skin is loud in the small space, and my nuts slap against her clit with each forward thrust.

“You feel so fucking good.” I hiss, and she moans.

Needing more momentum, I release her nape and grip the other side of her hip as I continue driving into her. My eyes travel down the creamy skin of her back to the round globes or her perk arse, and using my hands, I spread her cheeks wider so I can see how her arse puckers with each of my thrusts. It’s fucking hot as hell to watch, and it calls to my fucking dirty mind as I slam harder into her.

“Kitten.” I grit out. “You ever been fucked here?” I drag one of my fingers over the puckered flesh, and she moans louder before replying.

“No. Not yet.”

Fuck, I nearly come.

Not yet.It means she’s not opposed to it. The thought of her taking a dick up that tight passage is hotter than hot. I drive harder as I sweep my fingers down to where we’re joined, gathering up her slickness on my finger. Then I press it against her back passage and sink the digit in.

That’s all it takes before a scream rips from her chest as her walls clamp down tight, squeezing me until I explode inside her. Strings of my cum shoot into the latex covering, and I fucking wish I was filling her with my seed right now, instead of this fucking condom. Our mingled moans are too loud in the small space as we puff and pant, falling back down to earth.

“Oh. My. God.” Rhys puffs out, her face plastered to the bench-top. Her hands are still gripping the edge of the counter as I slowly ease my finger from her arse, then, reluctantly, I slip my cock from her heavenly pussy.

“Did I rail you hard enough, Kitten?” I can’t keep my hands off her skin, which is damp with sweat. I love the way my darker skin contrasts with her creamy arse cheeks.

“Uh-ha.” She puffs out, her breathing still heavy.

I can’t help but smile as I look at her splayed before me with not an ounce of shame. She’s fucking beautiful.

Leaning over her creamy flesh, I trail kisses up her spine until I come to her neck. Tasting the salt on her skin, I drag my tongue up the side of her neck before nibbling on her ear.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Rhys George.”

She stiffens.

Interesting. I’ve noticed how she gets uncomfortable with compliments. Not all compliments, just some. Like if I told her that her pussy was beautiful, I’m pretty sure she’d preen. But I just told her she was beautiful, and now she’s gone cold on me. I wonder if I’d said Kitten instead of Rhys if it would have made a difference? One thing is for sure, there is more to Rhys George than a good fuck, and even though I know I shouldn’t want to, I really do want to know more about her. Especially the parts she shows no one else.

That thought alone should make me want to run in the opposite direction because Shaun-Casanova-Bossier hasn’t ever wanted to know more about who he sinks his dick in. Until now. I’m not running this time. No, I’m fucking staying, and I never want to leave.

Leaning back, I give her room to pull herself up off the bench, watching her closely as she avoids my eyes, coming to stand before me.

“Not a fan of compliments, I see.”

Her dark eyes dart to mine, and would you look at that, she fucking blushes. Fuck, that’s an even more beautiful sight.

“Why don’t you leave the compliments to me? I’m sure Casanova revels in them.” Her grin is shit-eating, and fuck, I love that part about her. She loves taking the piss.

“He sure does. He’s waiting.” I quirk a brow at her, and her eyes light up with mischief.

“Well, Mr Casanova,” standing taller, Rhys presses her naked tits against my bare chest, “That cock of yours is worthy of a gold medal.”

This time it’s me who is throwing my head back as a laugh rips free. I feel her giggle more than I hear it, but then as my eyes lock onto hers again, I turn serious.

“What’s going on with you?”

Like I knew she would, she tries to move away. God forbid Rhys George has a serious fucking conversation. I’m not letting her go anywhere, though, so I wrap my arms around her, drawing her against me. It feels fucking amazing to have our bare bodies pressed against each other like this.

“I’m fine, Bossi.” She lies.

“Is it because of what happened at the Lodge on Sunday night… you know, with you and Skipper?” I still can’t believe that our PE teacher, Mr Foster, is her sponsor at Vixen’s Lodge. I also can’t believe that I watched them fuck. That I interacted with them while they did that. It should creep me out, but it doesn’t, mostly because I believe what Rhys said. Tyler Foster isn’t a predator. The way he cared so much about what happened to her, cared so much about making sure she was ok, has kind of won me over with the whole situation.

“No.” She answers simply, but then her eyes fall distant. “Yes.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Maybe. There’s just so much…”

“So much what?”

She tries to pull away, but I hold firm.

“I’m not letting you go until you talk to me, George.”

After a moment of struggling against my hold, she realises that I’m not talking shit, and I’m not letting her go, so she sags against me.

“I don’t talk, Bossi. I fuck.”

That statement alone is sad. Heartbreaking. I shouldn’t care, yet I do. A whole fucking lot.

“Maybe this time fucking isn’t enough. Maybe you should try talking.”

Her brows lift. “I have a therapist to talk to. That’s all I need.”

Again, what a fucking sad statement.

“We need to get dressed. School’s almost over.” This time, Rhys manages to escape my hold, and she dashes to our pile of clothes, rifling through them for the articles that belong to her.

As she does that, I peel the rubber off my half limp cock and tie a knot at the top, looking around for where the hell I’m meant to stash it.

“Just chuck it in the trash can.” Rhys points to the corner of the room. Once I’ve thrown it in, she unravels some paper towel from the wall dispenser and throws it on top.

I’ve gotta be honest. It makes me wonder how many times she’s done this.