25. GONE GIRL

25

GONE GIRL

Summer

As always, the party is full-on raging when we arrive. Logan parks up front in his parking spot then comes around and opens my door. Taking my hand, he helps me down. Then he closes the door and makes a show of kissing me in front of everyone. I oblige him even though I really don't want to, but everyone is watching, so I play my role.

I hear a few whistles, but we're soon forgotten. He hangs his hand over my shoulder again possessively as we enter.

"Hey, Sicko. Summer," Jaylen greets us. I smile and he bumps with Logan.

"Potato head."

"Bro," Jaylen responds.

"Trev and Big Head back from picking their girls?" Logan asks as we walk inside where the music is too loud. I sigh loudly because no one can hear me, and I know Logan won't be looking at me much. He will sure as shit keep me by his side all night, but he always has other people to talk to. The burden of being campus famous and having a bright future.

Kill me now.

We head to the makeshift VIP section they always have. Couches line the walls and there are various tables around and the double doors leading outside are open wide.

It isn't that cold here yet so people are outside and some are even in the pool. The pool table is probably outside again. They do that sometimes, since it takes up more space when it's inside anyway.

Familiar faces catch my eye.

Fuck.

Jaden, Caleb, Arch, and their two other friends sit with them in one of the corners.

My eyes meet with Arch's, and I look away quickly.

Fuck.

Logan and I get to our reserved sitting and Logan pulls me to his lap. I cross my legs and he places his right hand on my thigh talking to Jaylen about something and it's like he doesn't even see they are here.

My gaze darts nervously to their section, which just so happens to be right across from ours. They are busy talking amongst themselves about something and Arch is in the conversation.

Logan rubbing my thighs interrupts me. and I look down at him finding his brows furrowed.

Fuck. He saw that.

I kiss his cheek and like a robot, he goes back to his conversation. The night goes and he offers me a drink and I decline it like I always do. I have never been drunk here at these things since I dated Logan. I don't know why but I don't trust any of them to be drunk here. I don't think I'd be violated; I just don't feel like they are my people.

As the night goes on, Archer's gaze is on me a lot. I catch him watching me every time I look their way. The others also watch me, seething at Logan's hand on my bare thigh.

Logan's lips caress my neck, and I curse myself for tying my hair up. I can't help but look at Arch's direction and see his rage. Logan's basically frenching my neck. Instead of turning me on like Logan hopes, I turn cold as I watch Arch leave.

"Are you having fun, baby?" Logan asks straight in my ear.

I want to scream no. But I force another smile and nod.

"Good, 'cause I'm having fun too." He kisses my cheek and I remain stiff in his lap.

I keep looking at my watch and after about half an hour, I can't take it anymore.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I smile at Logan after pecking him on the lips. Placating him so he lowers his guard. I need a break. I need to be alone so I can think.

"Should I come with?" he asks looking into my eyes like he is searching for something there.

"No, I can pee by myself." I kiss the side of his face and he nods. I adjust my skirt and walk upstairs to Logan's room, the only room with a bathroom. I close the door behind me, and walk to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror as the other door opens, and irritation sinks into me. That has to be Logan. Probably here to make out.

Kill me.

I wait a few seconds but he doesn't say anything. I open the door and my heart rate escalates.

He steps forward and I step back. He steps again and I step back. Finally, he closes the bathroom door behind him.

"Are you having fun, D?" he asks still advancing on me and I can't read his face.

"What are you doing here, Logan co—"

"Could what? Come here to check on you?" His voice is dark, and it has that note that always got me loose in certain areas.

"This is his room."

"I know." Harvey stands right in front of me, and I lift my eyes to him as he stares down at me, our faces so close. "Oh, I know. But you know he won't come. Does he know you hate parties?"

My lips part, but I have no answer.

"Does he know you'd rather be out of here having your hair pulled as you ride instead?" His breath is fresh; he hasn't been drinking at all. Not high either.

"I saw you down there with him, desperate to be away from him as you watched Arch. You wanted his hands on you, didn't you?"

I don't answer, and I don't need to, he already knows. The temperature is definitely getting high.

"Can he even make you wet?"

I shrink a little at that. It's like he can see right through me. Harvey leans into my ear.

"Does he know you like we do? Your body like we do? Does he know how you love getting fingered instead of being tongue fucked. Does he know that sweet spot that makes you squirt?

"Does he know how wild you get when you get licked behind you knees? Does he know how much you love waking up with a tongue on your clit? How to fuck you like I do? How to make your body whimper in pleasure?" He lifts a hand to a stray hair, brushing it behind my ear. "Does he know that you like your hair pulled and you like getting choked with cock till you cry?"

My knees tremble, but I do my best to stand up straight.

"Does he know you love the ocean, but you would never step in one because you are afraid it will consume you? Does he know you've never owned a stuffed animal because you still think they will come alive at night and kill you? Does he know all that? Hmm? Cause we do. We all know you. You know why? Because you are still ours. You know that, he knows that."

"Go fuck yourself, Harvey," I manage, and quite pathetically I might add.

He chuckles lightly and stares down at me. "You know it's you I'd rather be fucking, my little demon." He caresses my cheek gently with the back of his hand.

Blinking, I gather all my dignity that's on the floor and push him away. He doesn't budge, eventually stepping back on his own. His face back to serious now.

"Go to him, he needs you," he says plainly then turns and leaves.

I wait to hear the door close before I take my phone and head downstairs. I maneuver the crowd of students and leave. Pushing down on the button, I switch off my phone.

Luckily most people are drunk out of their minds, and I slip out between the cars. I walk to their street and find the house unlocked and walk in. It's so peaceful here.

I climb the stairs with a single-minded determination. I just know I need to be here; I want to be here. His door opens as I'm about to open it. He is topless, looking a bit hurt.

"I'm sorry," I say, placing my hands on his chest. He closes the door behind us, takes my face in his, and kisses me. He lifts me off the ground and my skirt rides up.

"I almost lost my mind when I saw his fucking hands on you." He growls as he kisses my neck.

Laying me on the bed, my legs spread on their own as he climbs on top of me. I moan when he continues kissing my neck. Not gentle, but passionate.

"Yes." I moan when he twists my nipple.

His other hand lifts my top and he pulls away to help me out of it. My bra is next and then my skirt and panties. He stops to look at my body for a second. Eyes fixed on my wet center, he grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

"I'll kiss you later, I just…need this," he says as his mouth touches my thighs and starts kissing me. He looks like a man dying of thirst and wastes no time darting his tongue, taking me.

He moans, and I open my legs wider. Giggling when he rubs his face on my wetness, and comes out glistening before he looks at me then goes back to circling my clit with his tongue and introducing two fingers.

"Fuck, fuck. Archer, fuck," I wheeze as my eyes roll back.

But he doesn't let up. He makes me come, then again, then again with three fingers on my g-spot and I gush for him. Most of it lands on his face as he smiles before climbing back up to me. I lick his glistening face and he kisses me. I moan, reaching for his pants, anticipating him choking me. Helping me, he kicks them off.

"Come ride me, Peach. I just need that." He jumps on the bed.

I make a complaining sound before I turn to him.

"Nah, let me get that." I take his cock in my hands and slap my face with it before I lick his precum. Closing my lips around his tip, I suck him, not too hard, but not too softly, while pumping him in my hands.

"Fuck, Peach. And you will. But ride me. I am dying to be inside you."

I climb up to straddle him. "You're not playing fair, Deltona."

"We have the whole night, baby."

I don't waste time directing his cock to me and shimming down on it.

"I love…" I place my hands on his chest. "How you are always so hard for me." I start moving my ass up and down, relishing all his glorious girth.

"Always for you." He pulls me to his chest for a kiss as my ass establishes a rhythm.

It's not too fast or slow, I'm just savoring him and pleasing both of us. He moans in my mouth. That's fucking right. I know what he likes. My clit slaps against his crotch as his kiss steals my breath away.

Chasing my own orgasm, I moan loudly the higher I go. It doesn't even register that someone could catch us or hear us. I am gone. A real gone girl.

Loving this moment right now. Fuck everything else.

He spanks my ass hard and I tip over with such intensity that my muscles lock, my mind going blank, and I cry out.

"Fuck!"

He takes over slamming into me again and again as I come.

"Yes, yes, oh yes!" I scream.

"Fuck yes." I feel him pulsating inside me and his seed makes me shudder. With closed eyes, I find his lips and he kisses me tenderly.

"I missed you the past week," he says when he pulls away.

"I did too," I say sincerely.

"Then show me how much." He smirks.

I take a towel conveniently on the bed and drop it on his face while shifting to be in reverse, lying down. I spread my cheeks and he wipes me down chuckling as he does. When we were dating, he always wanted me to bend like that for him to wipe me after sex. I would spread my cheeks for him. Although sometimes he wipes me with his mouth.

I giggle when I feel his mouth on my dripping pussy. The jokes are gone the next second when he brings back my arousal and my body needs to come again. He scoots up, leaning on the headboard and I back up to him. He rubs me with his dick, slapping it on my ass.

"I miss that." I look behind and he is looking at me with so much adoration.

Our moment is cut short when Caleb opens the door.

Fuck.