26. Jeremiah

Chapter 26

Jeremiah

S he fucking loves me.

Jeremiah. Just Jeremiah, not Blackwood, not leading defensive back for the state.

Not because of my money or status. Definitely for my big ass dick, though.

I'm gonna marry this girl and put babies in her one day. Fuck, just the thought of it has me bricked up and ready to start now.

My hands grip Oakley's waist, pulling her closer, flushed hard against me. Her body is such a contrast to mine—petite, almost fragile. But there's nothing delicate about the way she's looking at me right now. She looks like she could devour me, and I'd let her.

"Jeremiah," she breathes, desire and desperation coating every syllable. There's something in the way she says my name, like it's a prayer or a curse.

I push her back against the rough surface of the school's roof, relishing the way her soft curves press into the hard lines of my body. The sky opens up and rain soaks through our clothes, plastering fabric to skin, but I can't get close enough. My fingers tangle in her long golden hair, pulling gently to expose the slender column of her neck.

"God, baby, you're perfect," I groan, tracing the blue veins visible beneath her skin. She arches into my touch, and I can't help but feel like some obsessed artist driven mad by his muse.

"Pretty words from a pretty boy," she teases, her eyes bright under the darkened sky, "keep talking like that, and we won't make it to bed."

But the water dropping on us is relentless, thrumming in a steady rhythm, as if it's urging us on. I drop my head to her shoulder, inhaling the earthy scent of rain mixed with her floral perfume. It's intoxicating, and I lose myself in the sensation, in the taste of her skin against my tongue as I lick up and down her neck and jaw.

"Always so quick-witted," I say against her lips before claiming them with mine.

She responds with equal fervor, her nails digging into my back as if she's trying to pull me inside her soul. And I'd go willingly; I'd drown in the depths of her without a second thought.

"Want you so much," I murmur, moving urgently against her feeling her dress sticking to my hands.

"Show me," she challenges, sass wrapped in sweetness, her hands demanding as they explore my own drenched form.

I drag myself down her body, lifting the now sheer fabric of her dress up and pull her panties down and tucking them into my pocket so I can feast on her sweet cunt.

I wrap my hands around her small legs, watching as they damn near cover the whole thing and spread her open for me. Burying my face into her pussy, I breathe her in and her taste, her scent, it's better than I remember. She's soaked for me, her arousal coating my lips and chin as I lap at her center like a man starved of water. I can't get enough of her.

My tongue burrows into her tight heat, seeking out her clit and teasing the bundle of nerves until she's damn near incoherent. Her cries of pleasure muffled only by the rain pelting the tin roof of the entrance.

"Ah fuck," she moans, her sweet little voice sounding so dirty with the fuck word on her lips as I tease her clit with my tongue, swirling around it before gently sucking it into my mouth. As I run my tongue over her folds, I can taste the sweet tang of her arousal, and it's like a drug, making me want more.

Her hands grasp at my outgrown hair, nails dragging through the short stubbly strands as she arches her back.

"Look at you, under me like my own personal fucking Tinkerbell, folded like origami. I own you, Oakley Ashford. Your heart, your body, your soul, and your womb. I'm gonna fuck my cum into you so hard one day it'll take root and your little body will birth my big Blackwood babies."

I devour her, using my lips, teeth and fingers to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her trembling body. She's so wet, so goddamn wet for me and it's all I can do not to dive in right then and there. Instead, I tease her mercilessly, circling her clit with my tongue before plunging two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them inside her as I worship her with my mouth. Oakley's taste is addicting, like honey and sin, and I don't know how I ever went without it.

The sight of her before me, the taste of her on my tongue, and the wet sounds of my fingers plunging in and out of her have me ready to start humping this fucking roof.

"Oh God," her legs shake around my shoulders as she cries out as she comes apart in my mouth, showering me with her release. I relish in the power I have over her, the way she falls apart under my touch.

I pull away, glancing up at her flushed face and glazed over eyes. "You taste like what I imagine pixie dust tastes like," I growl, licking my lips before standing up and lifting her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist willingly, as if she was made to be here with me.

"Your turn," I growl against her neck as Oakley bites down on her lip, arousal clouding her eyes. Reaching down, I push my joggers until I can free my rock-hard cock. Sitting down on the drenched roof, I sit her on my stomach. "Ride me," I order through clenched teeth, unable to hide how badly I want her now.

She doesn't hesitate, wrapping those sexy thighs around me as she slowly lowers herself down onto my waiting length. A low moan escapes both our lips at the contact; it's everything we both needed and not nearly enough.

Oakley's delicate hands brace against my drenched chest as she slowly rocks up and down; her wetness and the rain helping her descend. The sight of her taking me so willingly, so hungrily is enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"That's it, baby girl," I growl, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss as she bounces on my cock. "You missed me, didn't you?" I growl against her lips.

"I did," she whimpers, biting down on her bottom lip in ecstasy. "You have no idea."

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groan as she grinds against me, taking me inch by inch. "You feel so fucking good, Oakley," I moan against her skin.

Oakley moans into my mouth as she finds her rhythm, bouncing up and down on my cock. The sound of our wet skin and her little mewls are the only thing breaking the silence between us. Her hands grip my biceps, digging in as she leans back, heading for another orgasm.

"That's it baby, take it all," I growl my praise as she impales herself over me. "You've always belonged to me, even when you didn't know it," I say, thrusting upward as she bottoms out on me.

Her pussy clenches around me like a vise grip, covering me in her juices and the rain making us even more slippery than before. "I've missed this pussy so much," I pant out as I pull her hair so her blue eyes meet mine.

"You just had me. How can you even miss it?" she moans before biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but I don't even care.

"Because I left it, even if it was only for a few hours," I growl as I drive myself deep inside her again and again, trying to get closer to whatever it is that makes her who she uniquely is. And fuck if it isn't the best fucking thing I've ever had, as the rain pours down around us like some sort of biblical cleansing.

There will be no washing away this sin, I'm a goddamn sinner and she's the one I'll sin over and over for.

"Jeremiah," she moans, her nails digging into my chest as she forces me deeper inside her tight pussy.

"Oh fuck," I moan as she milks my length with every ounce of skill she possesses. This girl was made for this; she was made for me. "I'm gonna-"

Before I can finish, Oakley's body tenses around me, milking the cum right out of my fucking balls. My orgasm rocks through me like lightning arcing through my veins as I fill her with everything I have to give; my body shudders violently underneath hers as we both call out in unison .

Her legs begin to shake as she collapses against my chest, my cock still buried deep inside her. I hold firmly onto her hips as our breathing even out. There's a part of me that doesn't ever want to let her go, that wants to feel the warmth of her body against mine for an eternity.

"I love you," I say, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face.

Oakley looks down at me, eyes glassy with lust and something else I can't quite place. "I love you too," she whispers before kissing my jawline.

My heart swells with emotion that I thought had long ago been dead.

I pull her up off my cock and slide her up to sit on my lower abdomen as my cock hangs spent between my legs. Drawing my legs up, I grab her panties out of my pocket, balling them into my fist before pushing her backward to rest against my bent knees.

I watch as her senses come back to her, and she tries to push the wet, frilly dress down to cover her pussy and one searing look from me stops her.

"You're pretty little pussy is leaving such a mess on me, baby. We're gonna have to do something about that. Such a messy girl." She blushes bright red and if my cock could stir enough to fuck her again it would.

I wipe up the puddle of our combined cum from my stomach with her pastel green panties and then slowly drag them up and down her slit. Her body switches and her eyes widen at my action until I stop at her entrance and slowly force the silky used material into her until she swallows it up.

"Gotta keep my cum in you, baby. It's gotta brand every inch of you from the inside and out, and we don't want to waste a drop, do we? "

All she can do is shake her head before I lean up and help her to stand up. She shuffles her legs as she gets used to the feeling of being stuffed full of something that's not my dick.

Tugging my wet fucking pants up and tucking my cock back in is fucking annoying, but it's time we get off this roof before I decide we can just live here.

The rain's turned cold as hell, and Oakley's shivering in my arms. "We should get inside," I suggest, half-dragging her toward the roof door, my voice rough with concern.

She shakes her head, those bright blue eyes defiant even as she quakes. "No, stay here with me." Her lips are tinged blue, but they're stubborn. "This is perfect, Jeremiah. Just us."

"Perfect doesn't include you catching pneumonia, bunny," I argue, but it's half-hearted because goddamn if I don't love her just a little bit more because of it.

It's a heady thing, having someone love you like that. Having them put that much faith in you, even after all the bullshit I've put her through.

I'm not sure I deserve it. But I'll be damned if I don't plan to spend every day proving myself worthy of it.

I take her hand and lead her toward the door that'll take us back down into the school. Only to find it firmly locked, the handle not even budging when I rattle it.

Frowning, I crouch down to inspect the lock. It doesn't take long to realize something is very wrong. There's a piece of metal jammed into the locking mechanism, clearly intentionally placed to block the door from opening.

A cold sense of dread washes over me as I straighten, automatically pulling Oakley against my side. She must sense the shift in my mood, her brow furrowing in concern as she looks up at me.

"What is it? What's wrong? "

"Someone's here," I murmur, casting a wary glance around the rooftop. "I can feel it."

Keeping a tight grip on her hand, I guide us toward the far edge of the roof. My breath catches at the sight of my bike lying on its side, tires slashed and the glossy paint keyed to shit with what looks like a name carved deep into the metal.

Rage surges through me, bitter and caustic on my tongue.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I quickly hit Penn's number and push call. It rings twice before that smug voice answers.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little brother calling me for a favor. What'll it be this time, Jere? Need me to-"

"Can it, asshole," I growl, cutting off his snide remarks. "I need you to get your ass over to Bridgehead High, and I need you here yesterday."

There's a pregnant pause before he speaks again, his tone shifting to something more serious. "What's going on?"

"Someone's been here," I grit out, gaze roving the rooftop again as I tighten my grip on Oakley. "They fucked with my bike, and now I'm stuck up here with a blocked door. I need you to get here and help me get Oakley out safely."

"Well, well, Jere, you sly dog. Should've known this had something to do with that blonde bombshell of yours. A little high school role play. Kinky. So tell me, what'll you give me if I get my ass over there to play white knight?"

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to put my fist through the nearest wall. Trust Penn to try and squeeze something out of this for his own amusement. The fact that Oakley's safety is on the line doesn't seem to matter to that selfish prick.

"How about I don't beat the ever-loving shit out of you the next time I see you?" I growl. "Would that be enough incentive for you? "

He lets out a low whistle. "Damn, baby bro, you've got a hell of a way of asking for favors. Fine, I'm on my way. But you owe me one. This isn't something I'll be forgetting anytime soon."

The line goes dead, and I resist the urge to chuck my phone over the edge of the roof. Instead, I pocket it and turn to Oakley, my free hand coming up to cup her cheek.

"Penn's on his way," I murmur, holding her gaze. "I'm gonna get you out of here safe, bunny. I swear it on my life."

Whatever shit is about to go down, I'll be ready. No one takes from me and gets away with it.

Not anymore.

Time stretches, thins out. Every minute is an hour, waiting for Penn's arrival, but at least it's finally stopped raining. The overhang was just barely big enough to fit Oakley under it to keep her from getting hit with anymore droplets.

The faint sound of footsteps, a silhouette emerging from below. Penn.

"Brother!" I call down, relief flooding through me, washing away some of the dread. "It's about damn time."

"Keep your panties on," Penn's voice floats up, that trademark slyness interlaced through his tone despite the gravity of the situation. "You owe me big for this one."

"Put it on my tab," I shoot back, but my hands aren't shaking anymore, and my breath comes easier. With Penn here, the odds shift back in our favor.

"Let's get you two off this rooftop before you turn into a couple of drowned rats," he says, looking between us, taking in the scene. "Or worse."

"Thanks, Penn," Oakley says, her voice steady, her sass undiminished even now. "Your chivalry is noted."

"Chivalry's my middle name, lil Ashford," Penn quips, but the tight line of his lips tells me he's taking this seriously. "Now, let's figure out a way to bust this door open and get the hell out of here."

Penn tinkers with whatever the fuck is on the other side of the door before finally it pops open.

"Shame I couldn't use fire. It would have been like senior year all over again." I don't even bother responding.

"Once we're down, we need to check out my bike." I can't keep the anger from seeping into my voice, thinking about the vandalized mess waiting below. Someone's sending a message, and it's written all over my ride.

"Whoever did this has a death wish. You just don't mess with a man's bike," Penn states, echoing my thoughts. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "We'll find them, and I'll light their asses up."

I grab Oakley up in my arms and carry her down the stairs and away from the roof, trusting my brother to watch our backs for whoever is fucking lurking.

We pause at my bike and look at the damage. It's going to need cosmetic work for sure, but it's salvageable. The gouges I saw from up above are clearer now. Bunny.

Someone is definitely fucking paying too much attention to us.

"Can you call Weston and have my bike picked up?" I ask my brother.

"Already did. It'll give me an excuse to go over there and let him suck my dick, also. He's got a mouth like a vacuum sealer." And there it is. I could do without knowing the merits of everyone's blowjob skills.

I see he's brought the Escalade and left it idling at the turnabout in front of the school. I open the back door and set Oakley inside before having her scoot over and climbing in to sit next to her.

Penn slides into the driver's seat with a casual ease that belies the tension radiating through the vehicle. He glances back at us through the rearview mirror, his smirk returning. "You two look cozy back there. So happy to be driving Miss Daisy."

"Shut up and drive, Penn," I snap, my patience wearing thin. Every second we waste is another second whoever did this could be getting away.

"Alright, alright," he mutters, putting the car into gear. "No need to get your undies in a twist."

"Uh, what's this?" I glance over and see Oakley holding up a screaming ghost mask, and I literally want to reach forward and smack the shit out of my brother.

"Ayy lil Ashford, that's mine. Don't you worry about it, but you tell me if you ever want a break from that one next to you and to take a ride on it mkay." he cackles, swear to fucking God an evil cackle escapes his mouth.

Jesus, fuck, he's psychotic.