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“You don’t?” she said softly, and her words shook as if the answer meant everything to her. But why should it? Why would she care? I was a fucking loser and she was…
I couldn’t be sure which of us went for the kiss first. She grabbed me, using all her strength to pull me closer, but I was already surging against her as if I could melt into her. Her kiss was wild, almost rabid as she raked her nails down my arms. She bit my lip. I crushed her against the wall until she moaned.
But that moan broke me. God, I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t breathe without her. I was tugging her shirt over her head and she was pulling at the button on my jeans, finally yanking it open and squeezing my bulge.
There were still rows of desks in this old classroom, and I pushed Jess over one of them. Bent over, legs splayed, I wrappedher ponytail around my hand and held her there, giving her beautifully round ass a hard smack.
“Goddamn it, Lucas…” She groaned as I pulled her pants down. She was wearing a thong underneath, and I paused for a moment as I noticed the scabbed cut on her right cheek.
Manson’s name was carved into her skin. It gave me a shiver of pleasure to see the way my man had already claimed her, and I brushed my fingers over the cuts, before hurriedly tugging down my boxers.
“Is this what you used to think about?” she said breathlessly. I bet she was trying to sound taunting, but her words came out as desperate. “When you sat behind me in biology, was this why you were constantly staring at me?”
“Damn right, it was.” I sunk into her, her pussy deliciously wet and warm as she clung around me. Part of the reason I failed that class — besides the fact that I didn’t care — was that I couldn’t stop staring at the back of her head, fantasizing about her, imagining that stuck-up look on her face crumbling into the expression she had now.
Full of longing, pained with need, looking at me like I was the only way she could get what she so desperately wanted.
I pounded into her, the desk squeaking on the old floor as I used her hard. “I thought about this so many times, Jess.” I ground out the words as she throbbed around me. “I wanted to bend you over in front of the whole damn class.” She groaned as I lowered my voice and said, “I knew it would only take a few strokes and you’d be begging me for more.”
Her mouth hung open as she cried my name. I pressed down on her lower back, arching her into me. Her thighs shook, squeezing so damn tight around me, every hard thrust brought a moan from her.
She cried out again as she came, clenching so hard my vision sparked. I scratched my nails down her spine, curling over herlike a beast as I came inside her.
“This is what you’ve fucking done to me,” I growled right in her ear as I pressed as deep as I could get. I wanted every drop of my cum in her. I wanted her to feel the heat of it for the rest of the night. “I’m not good at letting go of things I want, and you…I have wanted you for so goddamn long.”
I went still at last, both of us out of breath. My heart was pounding so hard I was surprised it didn’t burst. I pulled her up and against me before I weakly sunk down against the wall, taking her with me. She sat on my lap, my cock still inside her, her legs twitching as she rested against my chest.
“You won,” I finally said, once I had enough air in my lungs. “You won, you little brat. Happy?”
I swear the way she wiggled was another victory dance. “Yeah. I’m happy, Lucas.”
That statement shouldn’t have made me feel so good. Like I’d done something right, like her happiness was a gold star and I’d won first prize. Damn it all, I was pathetic. Falling for a woman I should have detested, having thoughts of domestic bliss and imagining beds big enough for all of us.
I knew better, and yet…apparently, I didn’t. I was screwed like the rest of them.
But then Jess turned on my lap. I slipped out of her, but she still straddled me, chest to chest, her fingers caressing over my lips as she looked into my eyes.
“I don’t hate you either, Lucas,” she said. “Even when you irritate me, or glare at me, or cheat at games…” She kissed me, and it was so much slower and gentler than any kiss I’d ever been given. It made my body melt in a way I really wasn’t used to.
I liked it. More than liked it. Far, far more.
“Well, I’m glad to see you two didn’t kill each other.”
We both glanced up. Manson stood in the doorway, with hispaintball gun propped on his shoulder. Vincent’s head popped up behind him, and I glimpsed a flash of blue hair in the hallway.
“I am in fact mortally wounded,” Jess said dramatically, motioning at the splatters of paint on her clothes. I didn’t feel like getting up yet; I needed another couple minutes before my legs would be willing to work.
“It was a bloodbath,” I said, resting my head against the wall as I tightened my hold on her waist.
“Don’t tell me she got you?” Vincent snickered. I finally found the strength to get myself up, helping Jess with me. We adjusted our clothes, and the boys got to see how many bursts of paint I had splattered across my chest.
“Shit, you weren’t kidding.” Jason circled me, nodding his head. “Not bad, princess.”
She beamed, looking proud of herself. When she glanced back at me, I scowled to hide my smile.
“Don’t get used to it,” I said. “You got lucky.” She just lifted her chin, smirking.
“Well, who won then?” Jason said.
