Falling for A Lie (The Lords And Ladies Of Ash #1)

3. Caden Cole Jameson

Chapter three

Caden Cole Jameson

Junior Year of High School

“ Y es... Yess.. Fu... Fuck!” The breathy moans of the English teacher make me roll my eyes as I push her head further into the desk to cut them off.

I adjust my hips to get a better angle so I can cum and get this over with. I was tired of this broad constantly begging me to fuck her. So I gave in to it and at least got my rocks off quickly. The promise of her fixing my failing grade had me coming in here and offering to fuck her before class started. But this bitch’s pussy is loose and used, so it was like sticking my condom-covered dick in a solo cup and just fucking it. She was the worst fuck of my life, and all I wanted was to get it over with before we got caught.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” My voice is lethal as I bring my hand down on the rounds of her ass, closing my eyes, picturing anything else to get me to my climax.

The thought of one particular smart-mouthed girl comes to my mind. I groan, imagining a tighter cunt wrapped around my throbbing cock. Taking me inch by inch, like the good slut I knew she could be for me. Soren Flint, the cheer captain of Hazelton’s very own Jagged Rays.

Her begging would be pointless as I punished the tight hole of hers, shoving my finger in her ass to work it to be taken next. The mascara running down her face as I fucked her so roughly she wouldn’t ever think of that dumb jock that holds her attention right now. He can’t please her the way she deserves. I overheard her complaining about it with the other groupies around her table, trying to get a glimpse of the good life.

At the thought of breaking that stupid girl, my much-needed orgasm hits, shooting hot loads of cum into the condom as I sigh contently. Images of having Soren on her knees so I can shoot my release across that beautiful face of hers run through my mind. I’d make her clean my cock like a good little whore.

The clawing at my hands brings me back to the sad reality that it wasn’t her. I had currently bent over this desk. “C..ca..nt…bre.” The words barely passed Dori’s lips as I let up my grip on her neck, causing her to gasp out through a choked sob.

With a roll of my eyes, I pull my now limp dick out of this dumb bitch’s gaping hole, not caring if I bruised her neck or if she came at all. I pull the condom off and tie it at the end so it doesn’t spill in my pocket as I slide it into my pants to take to the bathroom to flush. I don’t need this bitch getting any ideas and trying to make me a teenage father.

My mother would send a hitman to kill me if that happened.

I turn around, looking at the woman crying on the floor behind her desk, a feral smile crossing my lips as I step up to her. “Oh now, Dori, don’t be such a prude. It was only a light choking. By the way, you were thrusting into that gaping hole of yours on my dick, and it didn’t seem like it bothered you that badly. Now suck it up; class will start soon. Go to the teachers’ lounge to clean up. Don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you, teacher.” The last words roll off my tongue, carrying an unpleasant taste.

I turn on my heels to exit the room and bump into none other than the vixen that haunts my every goddamn thought. She’s dressed in her cheerleading uniform, and her mouth is slightly agape as she enters the scene before her.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Tilting my head and taking her body in from head to toe, the skirt is so short that if she were to bend down, you would see the cunt I was just picturing. I wonder if she’s wearing that lacy red thong that is usually swallowed up by that biteable ass of hers.

“Did you enjoy the show, Damsel?” The nickname for her gaining a famous fuck you snark as she places her hands on her hips.

“Listen here, you stupid Scottish prick, I don’t care who you are wetting your small dick with. I just came to drop off this fucking assignment because we are leaving for the cheer competition soon, and I won’t be here for the class.” Her southern accent tickles a spot in my brain as I take a menacing step forward; everything else around us is forgotten as I go toe to toe with this bit of minx.

“My dick is anything but little. I’d be more than happy to prove it to you. If you wanted to get on those well-used knees of yours, I could show you what it is like to be fucked into oblivion as each orgasm I give you tears you apart from the inside out.” I snark back, my voice sounding like a feral beast instead of that of a man.

“Oh yes, master, I would be grateful for that. It’s been so long since I felt cum drip down my thighs or throat, “ she mocks me. With a roll of those damn icy blue eyes, I’ve seen her use against my best friends to make them chase after her like lovesick puppies.

Without a second’s pause, I have her throat in my grip, my fingers tightening as I lean in to whisper on those luscious lips of hers. “Keep taunting me, Damsel, and you’ll learn how different I am from my friends.” Emphasizing each word by tightening my grip, her throat bobs under my touch. Her pupils are blown from the action. Oh, this is turning her on. Without a second thought, I bring her mouth to mine, biting down roughly on her bottom lip, tasting the blood that coats my tongue from the tiny cut I know my canines have given her. The moan that barely escapes her parted mouth has a smirk cresting my lips.

She drops her paper and bag onto the floor, then grips my arm to either pull me away or keep me up—I’m not sure.

“Just say the word, little Damsel, and I’ll give you what you desire.” I’m so caught up in the lust coursing through my veins that I don’t realize she has her leg reared back until she connects it with my hard-on. I double over in so much pain and try to gasp softly to regain some of my composure.

“What the actual fuck!” I cover my throbbing dick and try to stomach the pain so I don’t throw up all over the tiled floor.

Her angelic laugh rocks her body as she leans down to gather her stuff. She whispers to my prone body, “Maybe you think less with your dick, and you wouldn’t end up on the ground holding it. Also, it looks like you pissed yourself.” I look down and see that the condom full of my cum in my pocket has busted open.

She steps over me and drops the papers before a shocked Dori. “Better make it a good grade, or else this little sexcapde will be spread around school wider than your legs were when I walked in.” She says with an annoyed bravado before she turns around, stomping out of the classroom, leaving me more fucking turned on and pissed than I thought was even possible.

“Tha mi a’ dol a mhùchadh an nighean sin gòrach.”

‘I’m going to fuck that girl, stupid.’’

The Scottish words roll freely from my tongue as I make the promise to myself.

The ringing of my phone has me slightly adjusting myself to retrieve my cum covered phone from my pocket, hoping it didn’t get messed up when the condom broke.

“Hello, mhàthair,” my breathing slowly evening out as I pull myself up in a sitting position, the ache in my groin making me groan slightly.

“Cut the shit, son; using our native tongue will not butter me up. Why did the principal call me, saying you are causing more trouble in class? I threatened to pull the funding for the school’s new gym so he could look the other way.” Her voice is one level away from freaking the fuck out on me. She hates it when her perfect son causes trouble for her to handle.

“I’m not mhàthair; I have done nothing and been on my best behavior. I’m at the gym now with Rad and Drake. Call them, and they’ll vouch for me.” The lie comes easily, but I know they would have my back if she called the guys.

“Son, if you don’t start acting like the man I raised you to be, you can kiss the chance of joining The Lords with the other three. I swear to all that is holy.” she sucks in a sharp breath before she delivers her following words. “I’ll make it impossible for you.” I know in my heart that she would do just that to spite me if I didn’t get my shit together.

“Yes, mhàthair, I understand,” I responded.

She sighs softly, “I love you, son; I only want what’s best for you. Understand that I don’t want you to end up like your father.” The mention of that demented fuck’s name makes my stomach clench. The idea of becoming like him is so repulsive that the nausea I was battling just now is winning, and I want to throw up all over this floor.

“I won’t ever be like that bastard. I love you too, ma, and I promise you won’t be getting another call.”

“Good, now go learn something. We’ll talk more before I leave for the meeting in New York.” Without allowing me a chance to reply, the line goes dead, and I sit there replaying the conversation and the events that took place in the last hour.

I vow then and there to make Soren pay for embarrassing me in front of Dori and leaving me with a bad case of blue balls.