Chapter 10

chapter ten

Davis

"Hotel"— Montell Fish

I knew this shit was going to happen eventually; I was just hoping he'd have time to simmer down and let this shit go, but clearly, that's not the case.

The moment Oliver sees me standing near my locker, he storms over, rage written all over his face. His hand flattens against the front of the locker as he slams it shut, barely missing my fingers. "I know what you're doing, Guidry, and I'm warning you now… stay the fuck away from my sister. This is not a game. Zara is off-limits."

I don't immediately respond.

I say nothing because I'm choosing what to say next very carefully.

I'm really fucking into Zara, and I don't want to fuck that up having this shit with Oliver, but on the other hand, he's not my handler and sure as fuck isn't hers, and I've already had enough of this bullshit between us.

I'm not the one who feels threatened; it's him.

"You're the one with the problem, not me," I respond finally, tugging my clean T-shirt over my head. "I'm good."

He laughs humorlessly. "Yeah, I bet you're fucking good. Leave her out of this."

That's the second time he's insinuated that I'm seeing his sister just because of whatever problem he has with me, and fuck that.

"This bullshit between you and I has nothing to do with Zara. You're the one with an issue, not me. You truly don't even cross my fucking mind, Andrews. I don't owe you shit, and neither does she. She's a grown-up who can make her own decisions, but just so you know, I'm seeing her because I like her, not because it has shit to do with you."

"Oh, so you just conveniently decided to fuck with my sister, knowing the history that we have?"

I laugh. That only seems to piss him off more. "History? We're on the same fucking team, dude. The only history we have is you feeling threatened by the fact that you're up for the same starting spot I am, and Coach Baker is only going to pick one of us. You know, being an asshole and starting shit with me isn't going to get you any more ahead. It's based on the time we put in, how hard we work, if we're an asset to the team. That's what matters."

He knows it just as much as I do, and if he wants to have this conversation, then he needs to man the fuck up and discuss the real issue here. It's got nothing to do with Zara. Reaching down to the bench, I grab my phone and backpack before turning my attention back to him. "I have shit to do. See you around."

I turn and leave him standing there with his fists clenched at his side, looking even more pissed off than when he started this bullshit because I'm done with this conversation.

The only way I'm going to stop seeing Zara is if she makes that decision.

It's been two weeks of me and Zara hooking up in secret, whenever and wherever we can.

Which hasn't been very easy since I always have a house full of teammates, and she lives with her brother, but every chance we get, we're together. We meet at my apartment when everyone's gone or behind the arts building between classes. And no matter how much I have her, I still can't get enough of her.

It's never enough.

I want her from the moment I open my eyes, and most of the time, it's because she infiltrated my dreams, a constant presence even in my subconscious. Those fucking pretty red lips and bratty attitude that I can't ever decide if I want to spank or fuck out of her.

Both, in whatever order.

Today's secret meeting spot?

The piano studio that Zara rented to practice.

Absolutely not a place we should be hooking up in, but admittedly, it's kinda hot, the prospect of getting caught.

"Shhh, baby, you have to be quiet," I mumble against her pussy, reaching up to cover her mouth with my palm, stifling the sound.

She whimpers against my hand but nods, her eyes wild with lust.

Fuck, I wish her moans could echo off these walls like a goddamn symphony, the kind of composition only the two of us can create.

I glance around, finding the panties I pulled off her, and bring them to her mouth.

"If you're not quiet, then you don't get to come, Trouble." My voice drops lower as I drag the lace over her plump, parted lips. "Only good girls get to come."

I gently shove the lace into her mouth until she's stuffed full of the wet lace that was just covering her pussy.

We said we weren't going to meet up anywhere that we could get caught, but she texted me earlier today with a picture of her bent over, wearing this short-as-fuck leather skirt with her panties tugged to the side to give me a glimpse of her pussy, and… well, you can probably guess how that ended.

With her splayed out on the back of this piano, my tongue deep in her pussy and her panties shoved in her mouth as a gag to keep her quiet.

Fuck, this girl makes me lose my head and do dumb shit, like eating her pussy in a room at school where any of the faculty could walk by at any moment.

"That's my good girl, taking my fingers so well." I know how much she loves when I praise her, a kink that we both share, and her pussy tightens around my fingers in response.

I bring my thumb up to circle her clit, thrumming the sensitive nub beneath my fingers like she's an instrument for me to play, pinching and rolling it until she's thrashing beneath me.

I can't devour her the way I want to with how quiet we need to be, so my licks are agonizingly slow and torturous, a pace that has us both dizzy with desperation. Fuck, I want to sink inside of her and fill her up, watch my cum pour out of her tight little hole.

Her fingers fly to my hair, tearing roughly at the strands as she falls apart beneath me, her inner walls squeezing my fingers, sending a gush of cum coating my tongue.

Goddamnit.

I can feel her entire body trembling from the power of her orgasm, and thank fucking fuck her panties are gagging her, or the entire city of New Orleans would know how good I am at eating my girl.

Well, she's not mine, but I don't know… maybe if she was, that wouldn't be a bad thing.

The thought surprises me, but I'm so lost in her that I don't even have time to really analyze what it means.

"I brought you a surprise," I murmur, rising to my knees between her thighs and wiping the excess of her cum off my lips with the back of my hand. "You told me last night you wanted to try something…"

Trailing off, I reach into the pocket of my jeans and pull out the small butt plug I got for her, lifting it for her to see. Last night, when we were on FaceTime, she mentioned how much she loves when I stick my finger in her ass, and when I asked if she wanted to go any further with it, she rolled her lip between her teeth and gave me the sexiest fucking nod I've ever seen.

I swear I almost came in my pants imagining her bent over, taking my cock in her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

Fuckkkk. Me.

Which is why I immediately went to the nearest Hustler and spent thirty minutes picking out the perfect plug for her, to loosen her up so she can eventually take my cock. The plug is small and black, with a gem at the base that's almost exactly the same shade of red as her lipstick that I love so goddamn much. When I saw it, I knew it was perfect for her. And I couldn't wait to see it inside her.

Her eyes widen slightly when she sees me twirl it between my fingers, and my lip curves.

She looks surprised, but I can see the flicker of excitement burning in her eyes.

"What do you say we play, Trouble?"

I watch as her throat bobs, a rough swallow as her wild, heated gaze drops from me to the plug, and then she nods. With my free hand, I gently pull the panties from her mouth. "Consent is everything, baby. Need to hear you say it."

"Yes," she mumbles breathlessly with a nod.

"Tell me you want this plug in your ass," I whisper, bringing it to her lips and dragging along her bottom lip.

Her fingers curl around my wrist. "I want you to use it." Then she wraps her lips around the small plug, sucking it into her mouth and twirling her tongue around it while she holds my gaze.

Motherfucker, I think I like this girl.

My throat bobs as a wave of lust washes over me. She knows exactly what she's doing to me.

She pulls her lips off the plug with a pop and reaches for my jeans, hooking her fingers in the waistband and hauling me closer until her hot little pussy is pressed against me, leaving behind a wet spot.

"Well, are you going to stand there, or are you going to fuck my ass, Davis?"

She flicks the button of my jeans open, dragging the zipper down until the fabric hangs open. My cock is straining against my boxers, the angry, red head peeking from the waistband, and when she sees the precum coating my slit, her eyes flood with heat.

I slide my hand around the back of her neck and crash my lips to hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth and kissing all the sass right off her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

She's a brat, but fuck, she's my brat.

"Gonna fuck you right where you make your music, Zara. Every time you're in here after this, I want you to think about how you came on my cock. How I filled both your tight little ass and your pussy at the same time."

I spread her thighs wider, exposing her glistening cunt. Pretty and pink, so swollen from my lips that it makes my cock weep. I slide two fingers into her, gathering her wetness on the tips and bringing it to her asshole, coating the tight ring in preparation for the plug. My thumb circles her clit as I push my finger into her ass. Only the tip.

Her breath hitches, and then she whimpers loudly. The sound echoes off the walls, and I grab the panties, shoving them back into her mouth.

"Quiet, Trouble, or I'll leave you empty and desperate to come. Be my good girl."

A hungry, dark look passes over her face, and I smirk, pushing my finger in further, burying it to the knuckle as I massage her clit.

When she starts to relax, I add another finger, fucking her with both at once. Her hips roll as she arches her back, pressing her clit against my thumb and my fingers deeper into her ass. I rub the swollen bud in soft circles, slowly until I feel her muscles going lax.

I spit on her pussy, watching it trail down, covering her clit and dripping all the way to where my fingers are buried inside of her ass. Withdrawing them, I spread the wetness around her hole, then push my fingers deep, all the way to the hilt, before pulling them out and this time replacing them with the plug.

While steadily stroking her clit, I slowly push the plug through the tight ring of resistance until the tip slips inside.

It's a little bigger than my fingers, but fuck, she takes it so good.

"That's it, baby, relax," I breathe, bending to suck her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips.

Even with her mouth full, she cries out, falling flat against the piano, jostling it slightly. She's so responsive, and it's fucking amazing the way she melts just for me.

A few flicks of my tongue and a little more languid pressure, and the plug is buried to the base, with Zara writhing between me, on the brink of another orgasm.

I drag my fingers through her soaked cunt, coating my fingers and palm before I grab my cock. I grip the base, squeezing roughly before pumping and fucking my fist.

With how hard I am, I could blow right now just looking at her slick pussy spread open in front of me and the red gem peeking out from between her asscheeks.

Her thigh hitches on my side as I press the thick head of my cock to her entrance, dragging the tip against her clit a few times and then slowly pushing inside.

"You're doing so good, baby. Are you going to be my good girl and come on my cock just like you did my fingers?"

She nods over and over as I thrust deep inside her to the hilt, my cock buried in her pussy and the plug stretching her ass.

I can feel it pressing against my cock as her walls squeeze me, sucking me deeper into her greedy cunt. Her clit brushes against the short hair at my pelvis, and her fingers fly to my stomach, digging into the muscles as she writhes.

Nothing will ever feel as perfect as she does, and I realize I might be more than a tad bit fucked when it comes to this girl. Stilling inside of her, I give her a second to adjust to the new feeling of both of her holes full of me. I breathe through my nose so I don't come because I need her to come again before I do. Everything in my body is tight, all of my muscles coiling as I fight for control.

If there is a heaven, it's right the fuck here, buried inside Zara.

"You okay?" I rasp.

When she nods and hooks a leg behind my ass, pulling me deeper into her, I smirk.

My crazy, dirty fucking girl.

Dipping my head, I push her shirt up to yank the cup of her bra down, sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting gently, using my teeth on the sensitive peak.

Biting back my own groan, I slowly start to move, dragging my cock out of her and slamming it back inside as she soaks me in her juices and moans around the panties in her mouth.

I wish we were someplace more private so I could take my time, drag this out, bring her to the edge of orgasm over and over, keeping it just out of reach, edging her until she was limp and boneless beneath me. But we only have so long before her studio time is up, so this has to be fast.

So I give in to our hunger, fucking her so hard that the keys on the piano shake, creating a cacophony of sounds that echoes throughout the room. My thrusts are slow and deep, bottoming out inside of her with each snap of my hips. Sweat drips from my forehead onto her chest, and I lean down, dragging my tongue along her skin, licking it up, and biting her nipples. With each thrust of my hips, I feel the plug pressing against her inner walls.

"Look at your greedy little pussy taking my cock while your ass stretches around that plug, sucking it in. My dirty girl," I pant.

When I bring my thumb back to her clit, rubbing fast, quick circles, I feel her tightening around my cock, moments from an orgasm. And even though I wish I could make this last, I slam my hips, planting my cock deep in her as I follow her over the edge into oblivion.

Her fingers dig into my back as her hips roll to meet mine, pushing my cock even deeper in her as I fill her with my cum.

"Fuck," I grunt, dropping my forehead to her stomach as her pussy wrings every drop of cum out of me. My thrusts slow, but the erratic beat of my heart seems to quicken.

I feel her fingers tangle into my hair, dragging lazily through the strands as we both attempt to catch our breath. I lift my head and peer down at her. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips swollen from mine, and she's never looked more gorgeous.

"Trying to kill me, Trouble," I murmur, gently pulling out of her.

My cum drips out of her glistening pussy, but I gather it on my fingers and push it back inside of her, not missing the way she tightens around them.

I pull my hand free and reach for her panties, tugging them out of her mouth and replacing them with my fingers. She hungrily sucks them, cleaning both of our cum from the digits.

My dick twitches, and I swear if I hadn't just filled her with my cum, I'd be hard again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep," she says with a small smile. "Thanks for the hot sex and two orgasms."

I lift a brow. "You mean three?"

"Who's keeping count?" she retorts sassily.

" Brat ."

Her grin is cheeky as she says, "But… what about the plug?"

Hm.

"You can wear it to class. That way, you won't forget who just fucked the shit out of you. And these?" I say, lifting her panties. "I think I'll keep these. You can sit through class with my plug in your ass and my cum dripping out of your pussy."

Her eyes flare with heat. "No way."

I chuckle. "Oh? Remember, Trouble, only good girls get to come. Might wanna be a good girl if you want my cock in your ass next time."

She rolls her eyes as a small smirk turns the corner of her pillowy lip up, but unsurprisingly, the girl who always has something to say… is perfectly quiet.

Since she's quiet, I use the moment to kiss her, reminding her of all the reasons why being a good girl is so much more fun.