“Some of the bad I want to keep from you.”
“You brought me this far. You obviously want to go up there.”
“I don’t. I thought I did, but I don’t.”
“But you will?” Yes. Because that’s the sorry ass I am.
Nodding, I reply, “I will. So tell me to take you home. Do anything to keep me from fucking you like you’re a girl I don’t care about instead of the one I do.”
Her lips fall apart and her pupils widen. When she looks up the staircase again, she asks, “But you like it?”
“No, but I live in a world where things aren’t coming up roses. It’s dirty and twisted. I want you to have a better life.” I tell her the truth as I touch her cheek. “Because you’ve changed me for the better.”
“We’re better because we’re together.”
Drunk confidence makes her push her shoulders back and tits out, digging deep for some false bravado. “I’m not afraid of seeing whatever it is. I’m afraid of losing you, and if you don’t get what you need, that will happen.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she says, “I’ve been eighteen for months. I want to have sex with you, Alexander.” My name is slurred. “I’m ready. Why don’t you want me?”
“I do, baby. More than you’ll ever know, but I also know I’m no good for you.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
She can’t hold her liquor. I like that she can’t. Not because I want her drunk, but that she’s completely opposite from every girl at this party. That’s one of the more obvious reasons she’s better than all of them.
The class president from my senior year passes us. “Getting lucky, Kingwood?” A girl who used to stalk me in the halls is hanging on him like she’s hanging on to his words.
Sara Jane replies for both of us, “He is.”
I kind of want to smile with pride, she’s off balance and leans a little too far to the right. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” Her lips reach my ear, and she whispers, “I’ve seen porn before. Is it dirty like that?”
“It’s dirty like that.” Dirtier, but I want her to see with her own eyes. I want to taint her innocence to make her strong. She’ll need that strength to be with me. The debate is dead and buried. I was never going to take her home before destroying the last of her innocence. I kiss her hard before carrying her up the rest of the stairs. At the top, I press her against the wall, pressing my cock against her as my tongue invades her mouth. Her lips are fucking divine, her tongue coaxing more than mine to touch her in ways that I’ve not touched her before. An ounce of guilt strikes, and I pull back. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Don’t stop this time. I’m so wet for you.”
No fucking way I can ignore that from my sweet, innocent vixen. I kiss her again and her leg wraps around one of mine.
The hall’s too crowded. I need to get her out of here alone before I fuck her right here. “Come on.” I take her hand and lead her down the hall. When we reach the bedroom, I stop in front of the open door and then place her in front of me.
When she sees inside, she tries to take a step back, but I hold her in place. She attempts to turn away, but with my lips to her ear this time, I say, “I want you to watch.” I keep my tone firm, knowing she needs to see this. She needs to see how crass my life can be.
The class president is fucking my stalker on the bed. The girl’s tits are bouncing in reaction, but she likes putting on a show, well aware of the eyes on her. People are standing around the room, some watching, some not. Cruise comes from the bathroom and sits on a chair in the corner. The girl he was kissing earlier kneels before him while he watches the action on the bed.
Shifting her over for more coverage from the inside, our bodies are blocked by the door. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m letting anyone see my girl get off but me. Sara Jane’s breathing changes, lengthening. I slide my hands over her ribs and higher until I’m squeezing her breasts. “Alexander.” Her voice teeters between lust and a warning.
“It’s okay, baby. Nobody cares what we’re doing,” I lie. “Touch me.” Her hand comes around and rubs over my dick. “Yeah, just like that. Such a good girl. That feels so good.” With my cheek to hers, I can tell her eyes have closed. She’s letting the sensations take over. The girl on the bed grabs her own tits, pinching her nipples while watching us. I pinch Sara Jane’s through the thin satin material of her bra, which elicits a groan filled with desire. “Open your eyes and watch.” My voice is gruff, laden with need.
With her eyes open again, she sees the girl looking at her, watching us, and Sara Jane’s chest begins to heave, but she makes no move to leave. I slide my hand under the back of her dress and into the top of her panties. When I reach her wet pussy, she bucks back. “People can see us.”
“I know.” I dip a finger inside her tight pussy. She’s so fucking turned on and God, do I fucking want her like I’ve never wanted anything before. From how wet she is, it won’t take long to get her off. I sink deeper receiving a lustful moan in return. I start fucking her with my hand while her hand dives deep into my jeans. “Fuck, Firefly, make me come.”
The girl on the bed looks our way. “I’ve missed you, Alex.”
Sara Jane freezes.
Whipping her to the side until her back hits the wall, I press my lips to hers. “I want you so much. Only you.” I hurry her down the hall to the nearest bathroom and lock us inside.
My patience is gone, my hands are under her bra, and I have a pert pink nipple in my mouth when she asks, “You could have had sex with her if you wanted?”
A question. “I don’t want her. I want you.”
“Never?”
“Never what?” Licking the skin between her breasts, my hand fumbles with her dress. I want it fucking off.
“You’ve never been with her?”
I slow. This is what I wanted, right? To freak her out? To turn her on? Why the fuck did I bring her here? “No way, but every guy back in school was. She always got off on people watching.”
“And you’ve watched before?”
Stopping, I stand up so she can see the truth in my eyes. “I’ve watched. I was high as a kite, but I watched.”
“Since we’ve been together?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why you didn’t bring me here before? To your friends’ parties?”
“I told you,” I say, sneaking in a kiss, “they aren’t people I consider friends, but they’re the people I grew up with.”
“Cruise is here. He’s one of them.”
“He would say I am too.”
“Are you?”
“I was. I don’t want this life with them. I want to spend it with you.”
A small smile appears. She looks down, the flush of her cheeks darkening. “It turned me on, Alexander. Does that make me a bad person?”
I caress her cheek and smirk. “God, no. It means you’re good.” I drop to my knees to fuck her clit with my tongue. “So good, but I’ll make you feel even better.”
. . . I wake up sweating. I kick the sheet down and look over to find an empty bed.
“You were having a nightmare.”