9. Rhys

Kittenisoutof control. From the moment Shaun dragged me into that alcove, she’s been clawing at me like a feral beast, desperate to rub herself against something. Anything. I’ve been in this place before. The most recent was only a couple of weeks ago when I received the voice message from my old foster mum, Julie. I went straight into flight mode and ran off on my family somewhere along the Great Ocean Road to go on a sex bender. The problem with a bender of any kind is the comedown and the withdrawal.

Can someone who’s addicted to fucking go through withdrawal, you ask? Hell yes. The spiralling. The panic. The sweating. The shaking. The willingness to do anything to make it go away. Even things that fill you with nothing but shame afterwards. Yes. Yes. Yes. It’s very real and fucking scary.

When Cin and Will finally found me amidst the beginnings of a gang bang, I was so far gone I didn’t even recognise them. Everything in my head was about sex. I couldn’t get enough, even though my body was already used and abused, wracked with exhaustion.

A shudder crawls up my spine just thinking about what Cin and Will witnessed when they finally found me. How can they even stand to look at me after springing me in that provocative position? It’s enough to make my stomach roll with loathing disgust for myself. Any other foster parents would have run back out of that room, shut the door and walked away so I wouldn’t be their problem anymore. Not Cynthia and William Rogan, though. Nope, they bundled me up in a blanket and took me back to the hotel they left Charlotte and the twins in, putting me in the shower and washed me even while I screamed and clawed at them, desperate to escape and return to my bender.

The only thing that calmed me down was a strong sedative. Cynthia has them in her bag everywhere she goes, just in case I need them. How fucked up is that? Imagine needing to carry around potent sedatives to knock out your teenage foster daughter in case she turns into a sex-crazed animal who is willing to screw anyone like she’s at a fuck festival.

Standing with my head hanging in my locker, trying to take a moment to hide my pained expression, I debate if I should just go home. I should remove myself from the presence of anyone I can manipulate into sex. It’s not fair to them, and I know it’s not fair to Cin and Will after the shit I’ve brought into their life. I should just go home and fuck my own hand while watching porn. Doing that won’t completely fix my rapidly growing need, but it will ease it temporarily until I can figure out what the fuck to do to get myself under control.

“Ready for Food Tech, Rhys?” Simon’s voice startles me, and I jump a little, spinning to find him standing behind me.

“What?” My head is scattered, and my heart is racing as I look around the bustling corridor. There are numerous eyes on me—guys and girls who I rarely interact with flick their gazes to me.

Shit.

Can they tell how fucked up I am right now? Do they know that I’m ready to grind Kitty against any one of them?

“You ok, George?” Simon’s voice gains my attention again, and I glance up to his hazel eyes, finding comfort in the warmth they hold.

“I-um.”

Get a hold of yourself, girl!

“Are you coming to Food Tech or ditching that class, too?” Simon asks, and my eyes follow the way his lip quirks up at one side. I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips?

Marcus takes that moment to walk past us with Lexi and Jared, his dark eyes flicking to me briefly, this time not holding the anger they did earlier. I know it shouldn’t matter since I’m the one who pulled the brakes on whatever Marcus and I were, but it makes me feel a little better to see the anger gone. My heart begins to slow, giving me a glimpse of calm, but not enough to kill the chaos inside me.

“I-uh… don’t know if I can stomach Food Tech today.” Turning my gaze back to Simon, I don’t miss the curious glances from Shaun and Garrett where they stand by their lockers down the hall.

“So, you gonna ditch?” At Simon’s question, I nod, not really knowing what I plan to do. “You want some company? I can’t be fucked dealing with Mrs Brennan today.”

My brows shoot up, and he grins his signature playful grin. It’s full of mischief and hell if it doesn’t appeal to me.

“You wanna ditch with me, Hastings? You’ll likely get caught.”

“How do you get away with it?” He asks, and I smirk.

“I don’t. I just don’t care if I get caught.”

He chuckles, “Then I don’t care either.”

Grinning, I turn to my locker and make quick work of re-applying my lipstick, Blackest Parts of Hell, before swinging it shut and locking it. “Photo lab, theatre, or behind the stadium?”

Doing a whooping jump, Simon rubs his hands together. “Photo lab. You can take photos of me. I’ll be your model.”

I throw my head back laughing before I start walking, and Simon hustles up beside me, wearing a proud grin. Garrett and Shaun keep their eyes on us as we pass by, paranoia slithering its way inside my head. Can they tell what I’m thinking? What I’m planning? Their gaze makes me feel uneasy, so I try to pay them little attention while I pretend to listen to Simon chat about some party he went to last week. It’s no use, though. Whatever Simon is talking about goes in one ear and out the other because all I can focus on is Shaun’s heated eyes piercing the back of my head.

The photo lab doesn’t get used as much as it used to with the digital era sweeping in. The once empty classroom off one end is now filled with computers and equipment for photo editing and manipulation. The only room that gets used as much as ever is the studio, while the aging darkroom sits at the back of the building, out of the way, gathering dust. Unlike most students, I love traditional photos, so I spend a lot of time snapping pictures and printing them the old-fashioned way. I also love to capture video recordings and edit them to create something worth watching. It’s my thing.

“This is sick. How have I not been in here before?” Simon’s eyes dart around the lab as I lead him into the darkroom, closing the door behind us. I quickly flick the switch to indicate that processing is underway, which will warn anyone outside not to open the door. It also dims the lights in the small room, and Simon looks around in appreciation.

“Oooh. Mood lighting. You trying to sweep me off my feet, George?” Simon jokes.

If only he knew how close to the truth he is.

“Sure am Hastings. Wanna get those clothes off?” I sound like I’m joking, which is on purpose. If he thinks I’m kidding and he has no intentions of getting naked with me, it won’t leave anyone embarrassed or feeling awkward. But, if he’s keen, he’ll keep the joke going until it steps over a line that tells us both that we are serious. It’s a tactic I learned a long time ago. A time I try hard not to think about.

“Ladies first.” Simon grins, doing a bow as if I’m some royal lady or some shit.

My dark lips head north at the corners while I circle the island bench in the centre of the room, watching Simon as he circles opposite me.

“How about a game? An article of clothing, for an article of clothing.” I suggest.

Simon stops abruptly, his expression serious as he studies me. This is where he either goes along with it to push the boundaries or changes the conversation, which will tell me he thinks I’m joking around or he isn’t keen.

“Don’t tease me, Rhys. You know how much the Hastinator loves to play party games.”

I can’t hold back my giggle at the nickname he calls himself sometimes. He’s such a dork. A cute, sexy dork, all tall and lean with silky blonde hair that’s getting long enough to tie back. Certainly is long enough to grab a fist full of.

“Rhys George doesn’t tease about party games, Simon. You should know that.”

He grins, “True. But my party games are always about getting naked, so there’s no turning back once we start playing. We play to the birthday suit.”

I shrug. “Why not? There’s nothing else to do.”

For the longest moment, Simon’s eyes stay locked on mine from where he stands on the other side of the bench. He’s studying me to see if I really am joking, so I let him see my honesty. I let him see that I’m committed to this game with the way I hold his stare and quirk a brow. Then, his hazel gaze darkens, and a level of confidence I haven’t seen on him changes his whole persona.

“Simon says, take off your blazer.”

I freeze.

Holy fucking shit! I’ve never heard Simon’s voice so serious and demanding. Gone is the goofy, playful tone he uses all day, every day. It’s almost as if he stepped out of the room, and someone new stepped in to take his place. And fuuuck! Kitty is turning in excited circles, almost drooling.

My breath quickens with excited anticipation as I shake myself out of my daze and ease my blazer slowly off my shoulders. I don’t break eye contact with him as I work it off, watching him watch me. I make a point of holding my blazer up at my side and dropping it to the floor after I tug it free, and once the heavy fabric hits the floor, Simon quickly shucks off his own blazer, tossing it carelessly on the floor next to him.

“Simon says, take off your shoes.”

Wow. That voice. It’s so rich and deep—nothing like his normal voice.

I toe off one shoe and then the other, bending down to pick them up and show him they are off before dropping them on top of my blazer. Then, he moves quickly to do the same.

“Simon says, take off your shirt.”

His eyes widen a little, waiting to see how I’ll respond when he speaks this demand. Will I do what he asks, or will I chicken out? I can tell he’s unsure, so I free my grin as I start unbuttoning my shirt, watching his eyes as they travel down with each button that pops free. Impatience gnaws at me, so I pull the remainder of my shirt out of my skirt and draw it open before peeling the sleeves down my arms, letting it fall to the floor behind me.

“I think you’re the only girl at this school that would wear a sexy bra underneath your uniform.” He hisses between clenched teeth, and I shrug.

“You never know when a situation will present itself.” As if to send him a reminder that this is one of those situations, I push my chest out a little, letting the red silk and lace of my bra strain across my needy tits.

“Simon says, take off your skirt.”

“Hey, hold on a minute. You’re still wearing your shirt.” I remind him, gesturing with my hand before he frowns, looking down at his shirt, realising I’m right.

Quick as a flash, he undoes his shirt and pulls it off, returning his heated gaze to me.

“Simon says, skirt. Off now!”

Oooh yes. He’s an impatient fella. So naturally, I don’t hurry. I take my time, slowly popping the button free. The zip is next, smoothly sliding down at the side of the navy tartan kilt while my eyes remain trained on him. The fire in his hazel pools is intoxicating, adding to Kitty’s wetness and need. A heated ache building deep in my belly.

Once my skirt is undone, I let it slip off my hips to pool around my feet, all while keeping my eyes trained on Simon. He licks his lips and stands on his toes to get a better view past the bench that separates us, and when his eyes finally lift to mine, I raise a brow. He understands my silent challenge immediately and makes quick work of getting his pants off.

I now stand before Simon in my red matching bra and knickers and the navy knee-high school socks, while Simon only has on black boxer briefs.

“You’re beautiful, Rhys George.”

The compliment makes me squirm. I’m not good with compliments. Especially when they sound so genuine. Tell me my mouth is like heaven, or my pussy feels amazing, and I’m all for it, but tell me I look pretty, or I’m a nice person, or I’m good at something that isn’t sex, then I can’t handle the compliment.

Weird, I know.

“Simon says, come here.” His voice is quiet, as if he’s afraid of saying the words.

Stepping over my discarded uniform, I make my way around the island bench to stand before Simon. I’ve already seen what he’s packing from the games he’s played at parties, but I’ve never seen him like this. His eyes are dark with desire, his expression doesn’t have a hint of playfulness in it, and I certainly haven’t seen the swell straining underneath the thin fabric of his boxers. The dark red hue of the room picks up the shadows, showing his defined muscles, sculpted from regular workouts, no doubt. This version of Simon Hastings is quite magnificent.

“Fuck, you scare me.”

I frown at his words.

“I scare you?”

“Hell yes.” His eyes travel the length of my body, taking me in, committing my curves to memory.

“Why?”

He doesn’t answer straight away, taking a moment to flick his gaze to my lips, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Then his eyes find mine again.

“Because you’re Rhys George, and I’m… just me.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Let me put it this way, I’m a virgin, and I’m likely to make a fool of myself and come in my jocks the moment you touch me.” Even though Simon’s face is red already from the light in the room, I can tell the colour has deepened with a blush at his admission.

“Simon,” I giggle, “If you come in your jocks, then I’ll just lick it up.”

“Fuuuck. I think I nearly came just then.” Simon rakes his hand through his blonde hair, and I can tell he really is struggling to hold himself together.

“You wanna know the good thing about taking the virginity of a guy?” At his brow raise, I add, “After they come, they’re ready to go again in a matter of minutes. So, I’ll tell you what. Let me fix your current situation, and then you can service me while you recover.”

“What do you mean?” His brows knit together in confusion, and I smile. This is going to be fun.

“Simon needs to tell me to get on my knees.”

“Wha-… Oh.” He stands taller, rolling his shoulders back and bringing that deep voice back to the party. “Simon says, get on your knees.”

Like a good girl, I drop to my knees while keeping eye contact with Simon. Thank fuck Simon’s clothes are there on the floor to provide some cushioning. I know from experience how hard this old floor is on the knees.

“Hastings, I’m a little confused.” I brush my hands over the backs of his calves, feeling the dusting of hair.

“Abo-.” He clears his throat, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, “confused about what?”

I grin. “I’m confused because I could have sworn you’ve fucked chicks before. Didn’t you bang that cougar nurse in Melbourne when you visited Lexi in the hospital?”

Simon had bragged about fucking one of the older nurses while we were all held up at Lexi’s bedside after one of her brother’s attacks. At the time, I remember thinking Simon might have a thing for older women. That, and feet. He was constantly massaging Lexi’s feet or painting her toenails. I wonder if he likes my feet?

Simon peers down at my hands as they glide up his thighs while I drag my eyes away from his face and glance forward to take a better look at his junk, which is now eye level. “I’m all talk, George. I didn’t bang that nurse, but I did eat her out, and she gave me a pretty decent hand job.”

And now I’m picturing Simon eating me out. Kitty is purring, ready to pounce, but Simon was right before. He is very worked up, and if I don’t give him a quick release, our fuck won’t last long at all.

“So, you’re not that inexperienced, then?” I smile and flick my eyes back up to him. “You want to lose your virginity today, or do you just want to fool around?” I flutter my dark lashes for added dramatics, waiting for his response.

Please say lose your virginity.

He goes to speak, but he hesitates a moment, his face falling serious.

“Marcus.” He whispers, and my heart sinks.

“Marcus isn’t here. It’s just you and me.” I’m a fucking bitch. I should have picked someone else to be my prey instead of going for one of Marcus’ best mates… again. Fucking hell. A decent girl would back away. Convince him to leave and never speak of this again. Me though? I’m being ruled by Kitty. She has no interest in emotions, only pleasure.

“I… He…” Simon is clearly conflicted, which makes it even harder because he’s a good guy. He doesn’t want to hurt his mate. The problem is, I know all too well that a lot of guys are weak when it comes to refusing a naked chick.

“Marcus and I were never a thing. I’m only interested in sex, Simon. I don’t want to marry you, so you need to decide. Are we doing this?”

His face shows how torn he is. He thinks over my words for a few long moments before he comes to a decision, standing taller and puffing his bare chest out.

“Make me a man, George.” His words are confident, and I waste no more time. He’s given his consent. There’s no need to hold back any longer.

Reaching for the waistband of his boxers, I ease them down, his hard length popping free right before my face. My oh my, the Hastinator’s cock is deliciously pretty in all its stone-hard glory. By the time I’ve tugged his boxers all the way down, pre-cum is balling at his tip, so I glide my hands up the coarse hair on his thighs before taking his straining dick in my hand and guiding it to my lips. Simon sucks in a sharp breath when my tongue flicks out to lick the salty goodness from his tip, and then I ease him past my black lips and into the heat of my mouth.

Not even fifteen minutes ago, I was trembling, trying to hide how anxious and worked up I was. Now, there is no tremble in my hands. No anxiety in my chest. No worry building to panic. Now, I’m in my happy place.

Simon bucks when I slowly draw him from my mouth, only to glide him back in. He’s right. This won’t take long, which is good because Kitty is practically begging to be touched.

I work my hand up and down his length as I slide him in and out of my mouth, my tongue gliding over the bulging veins and ridge of his head. Some people think that falling to your knees for someone is weak. They are wrong. It’s powerful. And right now, I have the power over Simon. I have the power to make him feel good and push him over the edge to lose some of his control. I also have the power to end his pleasure if I wish. I don’t wish that, though. No fucking way. Simon’s pleasure is my pleasure, and when I feel his legs start to quake, I know he’s about to soar.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He hisses, his eyes latched onto mine as he watches himself disappear between my lips.

I pick up the pace a little, dragging my tongue over his shaft with each draw back, and the moment my hands find his swelling balls, he shouts out, his hands gripping either side of my head. Hot cum pulses into my mouth over and over as he loses any restraint he had, and like a good girl, I drink him down until there’s not a single drop left.

The deep, breathless pants coming from Simon fill the darkroom’s small space, and after a moment, he gazes lazily down at me. I drag his cock out of my mouth and lick it clean, not leaving a drop of his come behind, and he gently strokes a stray dark hair back off my face that’s escaped my buns.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing that with you?” His words take me by surprise, and I sit back a little to peer up at his face better.

“Uh. No.” I mean, sure, I’ve noticed Simon eye-fucking me numerous times over the last couple of months, but I didn’t think he actually thought much about me.

“Before you and Lexi became friends. That’s how long. Those black lips are so fuckable, Rhys.”

Now that’s a compliment I can get behind.

“What else have you dreamed of doing with me?” I’m still on my knees, but the moment I finish that question, Simon bends and lifts me to stand.

“Simon says, get on the bench.”

Kitty purrs.

I grin as my heart rate picks up. There’s that anticipation I love. With his hands on my hips, Simon steers me toward the bench and lifts me onto the cool surface, which is a drastic contrast to how hot my skin feels right now. The moment I’m there, he steps between my parted knees, spreading them wider with his hands.

“Simon says, kiss me.”

I grin before making a point of licking my black lips. Simon watches the move like he’s under my spell, and then I slowly move in to press my lips to his. At first, his kiss is stiff and unsure, reminding me of his inexperience. I need him willing and relaxed, so I slip my tongue past his lips, into his mouth, and just like that, he melts. As our tongues get to know each other, I feel the muscles in his back loosen as he relaxes into the kiss, his hand moving to cup the back of my neck, holding me in place.

We get lost in the kiss, which starts out sweet and morphs into desperation. Simon’s hands roam over my curves like he’s not sure where he’s allowed to touch me, and because I’m impatient, I break the kiss and grab his hands, guiding one to cup my aching tit and the other to palm over my throbbing clit.

That’s all the invitation he needs.

“Simon says, lay down.”

Oh, there’s that voice again. It has power, that voice, working like magic to make Kitty cream. Grinning, I shuffle back and ease myself down on the bench-top before Simon hooks his fingers in my red panties, tearing them down with desperate need.

I’m not shy. I have no problem spreading my legs wide, giving him an all-access view of Kitty. I love eyes on me. I love knowing that I turn someone on. And right now, I love the way Simon looks at Kitty, licking his lips, his nostrils flaring, his eyes dark. Nearly lost.

“I’m probably going to come again while I do this.” He admits, and my mind instantly flashes to Shaun the night before, doing the same thing as his mouth tore an orgasm from me. Kitty weeps even more.

“I don’t care. Just do it. I need your mouth on me now.”

With one last lust-filled look, Simon dives between my legs and glides his hot tongue right up the middle of my folds to my aching bud. There’s just something so fucking erotic about the feel of a soft, moist tongue sweeping over the sensitive skin between my legs. This is something I love and something I’ll never get sick of. My back arches as I revel in the feeling of the freedom Simon is allowing me right now. I’ve been walking the fine line of needing to come all day and to finally be in my place of happiness after feeling the ache so bad, I know that this won’t take long.

I lift my hips to meet Simon’s mouth through each movement, each swipe, each dip into my slit. My hand’s fist into his blonde hair, and I glance down my mostly naked body to see his eyes on mine. He’s watching me while he works Kitty into a frenzy. He’s studying me to see if he’s doing it right. To make sure he’s making me feel good.

Hell yes, he is making me feel good!

“I’m close. You feel fucking amazing, Simon.” I say the words before my panting increases, and his tongue dives into my entrance. “Yes.”

Knowing what I need, I feel two fingers ease inside me as Simon makes out with my clit.

“More,” I beg, and he adds a third finger, giving me the fullness I’m seeking. “Yes.”

My voice is louder than it should be, and if there were a photography class outside the photo lab right now, I’d definitely be heard. But there isn’t a period five photography class today, and right now, I wouldn’t care if the entire school heard me. This feels too fucking good.

A few more thrusts of Simon’s fingers and another flick of his tongue, and I soar to the clouds in an exploding orgasm. With my hands fisted tight in his hair, I ride his face, grinding for extra friction to drag out my release. Then I collapse into a floppy bundle.

Standing from between my legs, Simon shoots me a shit-eating grin before using his tongue to lick up my juices from around his mouth.

“That was… I can’t even put it into words.”

I grin. “Did you come again?” I prop myself up on my elbows, and he nods.

“All over the side of this bench.” He drags his finger over something and then holds it up to show me his come. I throw my head back, laughing. Simon is fun.

“You still want to fuck me? Lose your virginity?” I give him another chance to bow out. Losing your virginity should be special, and the photo lab darkroom at Fox Pines Catholic is definitely not special. Not that I’d know about that. There was nothing special about when I lost my virginity. I didn’t even know what virginity was when it happened.

“Simon says, take my virginity. Right here. Right now.” He bites his bottom lip in the cutest way after speaking the words. Jesus, this guy does something weird to my heart. It flutters and flips and aches and races, and I’m pretty sure I might need to see a doctor soon. Maybe I have an underlying heart condition?

“Does Simon want me to take the lead, or does he want to do that?” I ask, and his brows knit together.

“I want to fuck you.” That’s all he says before snagging my legs in each hand and dragging me to the edge of the bench-top. Kitty peeks her head up again, and just like that, she’s moist and ready to go.

“I have a condom in my blazer if you don’t have one.” I remind Simon because it looks like he’s about ready to drive himself into me bareback.

“Oh yeah.” He steps back, dragging his hand through his blonde hair. “Nah, all g. I have a dinger in my pocket.” He moves quickly to his pile of clothes, ruffling through them to find the pocket. I can’t hold back my grin. If he didn’t look like a sex god with his ripped muscles and straining cock, I’d almost call him adorable.

He’s back in a flash, tearing open the wrapper with his teeth before rolling on the protection. Then he looks up to meet my gaze.

“Fuck me, Simon. As hard as you want. Don’t hold back. Do whatever makes you feel good.”

“And that will feel good for you?” He’s so unsure, but I like that he considers me in this scenario. He doesn’t realise that a lot of my pleasure comes from people letting go completely to their animalistic needs. That fucking sends me wild.

“Yes. If it doesn’t, I’ll let you know.”

With that, he nods and trains his eyes to Kitty as he lines himself up. The tip of his dick presses gently against my entrance, and with one last glance up at me to make sure this is ok, he slowly eases himself in.

“Fuuuck.” He hisses, throwing his head back as Kitty squeezes him, but he quickly rights himself and looks back down to see his cock disappearing inside me.

“What does it feel like?” I pant, loving the fullness and the burning stretch.

“Tight. Hot. Heaven.” He mutters as he drags himself out again before easing back in. Then, as if he’s comfortable with how it feels, he starts to thrust. At first, it’s a steady motion, not too hard or fast. I can tell he’s feeling his way through this, learning what feels the best. While he’s busy doing that, I use one hand to pull down the cup of my bra and start pinching my nipple between my fingers, raising my hips to meet each of his thrusts. His eyes dart up to see my exposed skin, and he tugs me forward, dropping his warm mouth to my nipple.

I arch back, moaning and loving the combined stimulation. It’s all Simon needs to pick up his pace and add a little more force. As he lets go of his restraints, I do too, letting him know that I’m riding this high with him, completely and utterly crazed with need.

The sounds of our skin slapping together is an added turn on, and Simon’s grunting pants are fucking sexy as hell as he lets his inner animal loose. I can tell he’s close, and I want to fall over the edge with him, so while he holds me up with one arm wrapped around my back and the other digging fingers into the flesh of my arse, I slide my hand between our bodies and start working on my clit.

The moment I reach my peak and the intense pleasure crashes over me, Simon’s dick pulses inside me as he joins me, filling the latex wrapped around his cock with his seed. Our thrusts ease off as my hearing returns, and our panting fills my ears. His heavy body crushes me to the bench-top as he loses the use of his limbs, and I can’t hold back my satisfied smile at what we just shared.

If you had asked me this morning if I thought I’d be fucking Simon Hastings today, I would have laughed. But then again, if you had asked me yesterday morning if I would be coming in Shaun’s mouth last night, then I’d have the same reaction.

“Rhys?” Simon mumbles into the crook of my neck, his breathing still heavy.

“Yeah?” I mumble just as breathless.

“If Marcus finds out what I just did, he’s going to kill me.”