"Scott, fuck, I love it so much. So good," I grunted, fucking him for all I was worth.
"Keep going baby. Don't stop. Ride that dick, Stace," he said, as my arms wrapped around his neck.
He grabbed onto my hips, steadying me as I bounced up and down his dick. Harder, faster, more. Pleasure soared through my body the more wildly I fucked his.
"Scottie," I screamed my head off, coming hard on his dick.
"My dirty girl," he said, kissing my lips teasingly as he held me close while pleasure flooded my every nerve until I stilled in his arms. Then he asked, "Going to give me more pussy?"
I nodded desperately, still so fucking turned on.
"Want me to use your pussy to jack my dick off?" he asked, his hands already on my hips.
"Yes," I said, breathless, as he slammed my body up and down his dick. "Use my pussy," I begged, looking back at him over my shoulder as I continued to force myself up and down his dick alongside his hands on my hips.
"So fucking greedy for my dick. So sexy," he said, now thrusting up into me uncontrollably while I rammed my body down onto his.
"Scott, Scott, oh Scott," I cried out over and over, nothing else in my head by his name.
"What's inside your pussy, baby? What's going to make you come again?" he asked me, getting up and forcing me forward onto the desk.
"Damn, I, oh God," I screamed, hoping against hope that the music in the gym was enough to drown me out as he wrapped his arm around my waist and savagely drilled into my pussy.
"Say it," he demanded. "Tell me whose dick is inside you, Stace. Say it or I won't let that horny little pussy come."
"My dick," I screamed aggressively, forcing my pussy to meet his untamed thrusts. "All fucking mine."
"So possessive," he said with a deep groan, taken off guard by my response and dumping his load into me then and there. "I'm all yours, baby. It's all yours, Stace," he said, pulling me back down into the chair, still thrusting into me deep and hard, even as he came.
"Damn fucking straight," I screamed, my pussy clenching around his dick and milking his already coming hard on as I came too.
The orgasm knocked me on my ass, wave after wave rocking my body as he wrapped his arms around me to keep me close.
"What was that?" he teased me, kissing my lips as he moved sweaty strands of hair out of my face.
"What was what?" I said, playing dumb, responding to his light, little kisses.
"Are you claiming ownership over my dick, Kendrick?" he asked me with a cocky grin.
"It is a really great dick and it's going to worship my pussy for life," I said shamelessly, probably still a little horny as I laid back against him. "I think that makes it mine. Do you have a problem with that?"
He reached around my neck, touched his mother's pearls and I felt like such a whore for letting him fuck me while wearing them.
"Not even in the slightest. My dick only enjoys your pussy anyway. Just remember you said for life," he said, calling me out.
I stayed in his arms, glued to that chair despite the wet, sticky mess between us, completely speechless. I was scared out of my mind. Not about going on the run. I had made my peace with that. Going back to Don Angelo wasn't what I wanted. Whatever the cost for my freedom, I would pay it, but doing it with Scott was stupid. It wasn't perfect or practical or smart. Logically, now that I had fled, I had a better chance of surviving if I was on my own. Being reckless enough to take him with me wasn't savant worthy.
"Baby? What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" he asked me, breaking the silence.
"I think I just want to go home. It's been a busy twenty four hours and I'm tired," I said, savoring the feel of his cheek pressed up against mine, his arms around my waist and the warmth of his body.
He made me feel like being held by him after sex was intimate and special even after we fucked in a chair in a classroom. This was the problem. All these fucking feelings made it so I really didn't care how reckless I was being.
Getting up out of his arms only made the war between my head and my heart that much worse.
"Let's get you cleaned up before we leave," he said, taking my hand before I could get too far.
Saying for life wasn't a lie. Letting someone else touch me after him would repulse me. I didn't want to be smart if it meant leaving him.
"So you can tick another item off on your list and fuck me in a public bathroom? I don't think so," I said accusingly and we laughed together.
The truth was I couldn't handle him touching me like that right now. The way he took care of me after sex was a whole other level of intimacy that belonged to us alone.
"If you want to fuck in a public bathroom, I'll fuck you in a public bathroom," he said with a naughty smirk, playing with my fingers. "But I was actually thinking of you, like the gentleman I am. If I know my mom, and I do, she'll be waiting up and you're a sexy, well fucked, mess."
As though the universe couldn't go a moment without reminding me, there I was thinking about how Scott had a family again. His photography. Kenny and Marlene. Unlike me, there were real stakes for him. Who would really miss me if I were gone?
"Gentleman, my ass," I said, forcing myself not to cry.
Even just holding his hand felt reckless. Rebellious. Phenomenal. Fucking was one thing, but if he touched me between my legs with delicacy and care so his mom wouldn't see what a whore I had been for him, I know I'd cry. He didn't deserve that kind of drama when we had Willow's graduation tomorrow. When he'd be saying goodbye to them in a few short hours. It was already after eleven. Surely Lisa was asleep by now.
"I'll take my chances," I said, letting go of his hand to pick up my panties and put them back on.
"Okay, but I hope you're prepared to sit in front of my mom and have my come leaking out of your pussy," he said, desire and amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched me.
God, I love you so damn much, Scott Brady. I don't think any heart is meant to love so fiercely.
But no matter how deeply I loved him, I just couldn't shake the feeling that while going on the run was right for me, it might not be for him.
How do I know he won't wake up one day and realize he gave up everything for someone who doesn't matter nearly as much as he thought she did?
The only thing worse than leaving him behind would be having him hate me. Or worse, feel nothing for me. I wouldn't be the first. How many girls were head over heels for him only to have him wake up and decide he just didn't care?
We were different, my heart argued. I was his exception.
"Let's go home," I said, kissing his waiting mouth with a troubled heart, before walking towards the door ahead of him.
After pulling up his pants, he took my hand again just to walk out the door, holding on all the way to the parking lot. Snatching it back up once we were in the car, making sure I was aware of him and the permanence of his presence next to me.
He knew.
"You need both hands to drive," I told him, unspoken words lingering between us.
The doubts, the insecurities, the fears, all of it, he knew. He saw right through me. I never could hide anyt
hing from him.
"I'll be fine," he said, kissing the back of my hand before we hit the road.