sixteen
Vivienne Delacroix
“A pox on your penis!” Lexi curses, trying to slog out of the ice that keeps cracking when she steps on it. “I lost my boot, Tony. Get your ass over here and find it for me!”
“If you suck my dick,” he yells back, tossing at rock right next to her, so the icy water splashes onto the dry half of her jeans.
“Your dick comes near me, I’ll slice it off with a piece of ice,” she shouts, finally slipping and sliding her way onto the shore, jeans soaked to the knees and one boot missing.
The guys go scrambling back up the slope and into the woods to find more rocks. “You okay?” I ask Lexi.
“I’m going to find a stick and try to fish out my boot,” she says, limping toward the trees on the other side of the path from the guys.
I glance from her to the guys, then follow her since she’s going into the woods alone like a crazy person. I’m not quite reckless enough to join her, but I stand at the edge, where I can see her as she clambers over a fallen log and searches for a branch to break off. “You need any help?” I ask. “I can probably get one of the guys.”
“Nah,” she says, perching on the log and bending a small branch back, trying to tear it free. “This is what I get for hanging with them instead of my homegirls. Guys suck dirty ass. I don’t know why I bother.”
“Why do you?” I ask. “Are you and Tony a thing?”
“Fuck no,” she says. “He and Theo are the worst out of all of them. They think because they go to Willow Heights, their dicks are made of gold and FHS chicks should worship them, and they can’t stand it when we don’t. Like we don’t all know they got scholarships to go there in the first place.”
“Theo?” I ask, glancing at the bank. “Really? The skater boy?”
The guys have come back with rocks and are destroying the ice with relish. I’ve barely heard Tony’s friend say two words the few times we’ve hung out, though he’s chunking rocks with the rest of them.
“Oh, he’s a two-faced little bitch,” Lexi says. “Once you get to know him, he’ll let you see the other side, though I suggest not letting it get to that point. Don’t let the too-cool-to-care thing he’s got going on fool you. He may not play football like the rest of these guys, so he seems like a cute little oddball, but there’s a reason he hangs out with Tony and them.”
“So that thing you do with Tony isn’t flirting?”
“Fuck no,” she says. “Word of advice? Date them or don’t bother. They’ll never see you as a worthy human being if you’re not fucking them. Even then, you’re just a worthy piece of ass, not an actual person to them.”
“Then why do you hang out with them?”
“Eh, Billy’s like my brother,” she says. “And he’s always getting into something fun.”
I cross my arms and huddle down into my coat. “This is fun?”
Grinning, she holds up the stick in triumph at last. Then she jumps off the log and curses as her foot lands on something sharp. She hobbles out of the trees and hops on one foot, brushing off her sock. “You know, you ask a good question, my nerdy friend,” she says.
For about two seconds, I consider telling her my house is big enough that they could all come party there, where it’s warm. But looking down at the swimming hole where they’re carrying on like absolute heathens, I decide against it. My parents would kill me if they knew this is the new crowd I’ve started hanging with since Sebastian came along.
“We could go to a movie?” I suggest instead.
“I don’t got money for a movie,” Lexi says. “Besides, half these guys can’t sit still that long.”
“So, which ones are your friends?”
“Billy’s the only one I trust,” she says. “The rest will say you’re one of the guys, but that just means they manhandle you because you’re smaller and can’t defend yourself, make fun of you for not being able to drink as much as them, and then laugh at you for getting trashed if you prove them wrong. Oh, and then they probably try to fuck you if you pass out. So it’s good if you have a family member or boyfriend in the group who makes sure that doesn’t happen.”
“And here Sebastian was trying to convince me I was missing out by not hanging out with his friends.”
“He’s a dog like the rest of them.”
“Wait, have you and him…?”
“Nah,” she says. “I’m not his type.”
“What’s his type?” I ask before I can remind myself it doesn’t matter.
“You know, cheer bitches.”
“He only dates cheerleaders?” I ask, huddling deeper into my jacket and feeling unaccountably morose at that news.
“He’s never gotten all official and shit, but yeah, all the girls he’s got a history with were cheerleaders.”
“Wow,” I mutter. “So I’m competing with the entire cheer squad?”
“Hey, you already got him,” she says. “Ain’t no competition. Besides, it’s not the whole squad. Just the ones who give it up.”
I glance back when the guys start hollering about some rock they’re going to roll down the bank into the water. “That’s comforting.”
“Hey, don’t worry. If y’all are dating, he’s not hooking up with anyone else. He has a short attention span, but he’ll be all in while it lasts.”
“Not sure that’s helping.”
She laughs. “Sorry. As far as the other guys, yeah, they’re all pigs, but you’re Bash’s bitch. He won’t let anything happen to you.”
“So, you hang out with a bunch of heathens, and your solution to not getting taken advantage of is to be their bitch?”
“Exactly,” she says, starting back toward the water. “Can’t take advantage of the willing.”
I shake my head and follow her. “Then how come you’re not dating one of them?”
“I fucked around with a couple of them before I found out,” she says. “They’re worse boyfriends than they are friends. Plus, I’ve got daddy issues, so I like them a little older, if you know what I mean.”
When we reach the water again, she sticks the branch in, rooting around for her missing boot.
Sebastian comes over and wraps his arms around me from behind, pulling me flush against him. “What’s she doing?” he asks, resting his chin on top of my head and watching Lexi.
“Trying to find her shoe.”
“What do you say we get out of here?” he says.
“That’s it?” I ask. “This is your big, wild party that’s supposed to impress me?”
“Not everyone’s a founder’s heir,” he says. “We aren’t princes looking for our Cinderella at some snooty ball. We work with what we’ve got, even when it’s just rocks and a frozen pond. But we always manage to have fun.”
“Well, I’m glad you had fun.”
“You wanted to party with commoners, so here we are,” he says. “And the fun’s only beginning for you, Princess.”
“If you throw me in that pond like Lexi, I’m leaving you to walk home.”
He bends and scoops me up over his shoulder in one motion. “Good thing I’ve got friends who can drive me home,” he says, jogging toward the water.
“You better not,” I scream, grabbing onto his neck and kicking my feet.
The other guys are cheering and laughing, and I remember Lexi’s comment about the guys using their physical strength against her. Sebastian skids to a stop at the edge of the water, then slips on the muddy bank, tottering over the ice. I scream and cling to him, and he swings me around, howling with laughter.
“Put me down,” I yell, scrambling off his shoulder.
“You should have heard your scream,” he says, laughing his ass off.
“Fall in and drown,” I say, shoving him before turning to stomp away. He jogs after me, still laughing.
“Aw, don’t be sore,” he says. “I’m just playing.”
“I’m going home before I get hypothermia,” I say. “And Lexi should probably get somewhere warm too.”
“Tony,” Lexi yells behind us as we start up the path away from the swimming hole. “Get your ass back here and get my boot!”
“I better help her, or we’ll be here all night,” Billy says, sounding annoyed.
“I got it,” Maddox says, tossing Billy a set of keys. “Warm up my car too.”
Tommy and Maddox go back to help Lexi, and the rest of us continue back toward the cars.
“You hit that yet?” Tony asks behind me, his voice low enough that I know he thinks I won’t overhear.
“Nah,” Sebastian says. “She thinks her pussy’s too good for me.”
“Dude, why are you dating her if she won’t give it up?”
“I’m beginning to wonder that myself,” Sebastian says. “What do y’all think? Think I’m good enough for princess pussy?”
“No way,” Tony says. “But me and my boy here, we’d tap that. Wouldn’t we, Theo?”
“Like hell,” Sebastian says. “If anyone’s getting in, it’s me.”
“We haven’t slept together because we’re waiting,” I say, making my voice heard over the noise of the others laughing.
“For what?” Billy asks.
Everyone seems to be waiting for my answer, and I try to remember why it was so important that they not think I’m a slut. That’s probably all Sebastian ever dates, and by pretending I’m doing the same, they assume I’m like the other girls he dates. Now I feel like an asshole for wanting to prove I’m different. They don’t care. They don’t judge those girls. That’s normal for them.
The guys all start ragging on Sebastian pretty hard, and I feel a little bad about bringing that up. Like he said, it needs to be believable. It doesn’t matter if they think we slept together. I probably should have told them we had. It’s not like I have to actually do it.
Tempting as it is, I’m not going to sleep with a guy who’s never said a nice word to me in the four years we’ve been in high school together. Even when he became friends with Rob, he never stopped bullying my friends. I have to remember that none of this is real. It’s all acting, just part of the plan to get Chaz back.
Or get back at Chaz.
I’m not sure I want him back. Even if he cut Krissy out of his life entirely, I could never trust him again. But it’s still nice to see his face every day when I walk into school holding hands with his sworn enemy. That’s worth more than a little embarrassment.
And it’s not like Sebastian’s friends are being cruel. The teasing is good-natured now that they think I’m one of them. It makes me feel bad for lying to them, but at the same time, it reminds me of all the times they made fun of my group of friends and called us nerds. They weren’t so easygoing then.
Sebastian has had enough after a while though. When we get to the dirt road where my car is parked, he catches my wrist and spins me around, pulling me in and sliding his other hand around the back of my neck. “You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?” he reminds me, a challenge in his eyes.
“Yes,” I say cautiously.
“And a girlfriend takes care of her man’s needs,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of yours too.”
“Let me go,” I warn, trying to wrest my hand from his grasp.
“I just want to know if the pussy’s good enough to keep you around,” he says. “I won’t fuck you until you’re ready. But I need to know it’s worth waiting for.”
“It is,” I grit out. “But you’re right. It is too good for you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says. “Now spread your legs and let’s see what you’ve got between them.”
“What do you think I have?” I demand. “I’m a girl.”
“Let me hear you say it,” he says, a familiar, cruel smile curling the corners of his mouth. He’s been so nice since we started pretending to date that I almost forgot what he’s really like, the way he’s always treated me before. That’s he’s a complete asshole. If I was really dating him, maybe he’d be nice to me to get what he wants, but that’s an act too.
Under it all, he’s arrogant and cruel, and he always will be.
“Let me hear Princess Prude here tell me what’s down there,” he coaxes, his fingers giving my neck a little squeeze.
“You know what,” I say, glaring up at him.
His fingers pulse tighter still. “Say it.”
“No.”
He walks me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bumper of the Corvette, and I fold. Before I can get my balance, he slams me down on the hood of the car. I’m so stunned I don’t even speak.
“Then I guess we’ll have to see for ourselves,” he snarls. “Come on, boys. Let’s have a look.”
“No,” I cry, but four of them have already grabbed my legs and arms while Sebastian holds me pinned with his body. Billy’s leering face appears over mine as he climbs onto the hood, taking both my wrists and pulling my arms above my head.
“Stop,” I gasp. “You’re going to dent my car!”
“Oh no,” Sebastian taunts. “We might scratch the Princess’s chariot.”
I thrash against the two holding my legs, but they pull my knees apart. Sebastian smirks and slowly rolls his hips, grinding against my center. Then he slides back, off the hood of the car.
“I’ll scream,” I warn, twisting back and forth. Theo and Tony tighten their grip on my knees, pulling my thighs wide. Humiliation burns through me.
“No one will hear you,” Sebastian says, lazily undoing the button on my jeans.
“There are people right there,” I hiss, cutting my eyes to the tiny bonfire in the clearing a hundred yards away from the road.
“What do they care?” he asks, pulling my jeans down. “You liked it in the car last time. You were panting for more, wanting me to finger fuck you in front of my friends. Maybe tonight you’ll get your wish.”
“Stop it,” I growl.
“You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?” he taunts. “Some people don’t believe it’s real. Don’t you want them to know it is?”
“Yes,” I say, swallowing hard.
“Good,” he says. “If you’re quiet, those kids might not even come and watch. Just my friends. You know, the people who need a little convincing of why I’m with a nerdy little prude who won’t even spread her legs for me.”
He runs the back of his cold fingers over the exposed skin just above my panties. “Stop,” I manage, my voice catching.
“See, you think you’re the prize, but you’re not,” he says. “That’s the problem with all you rich bitches. You should be the one waiting for me, begging for me. You’re the one who should be asking if she’s good enough to warm my bed.” He casually hooks his finger through the fabric between my thighs. His knuckle grazes my skin, and I can’t breathe, can’t swallow.
“Please,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.
“All you had to say was yes,” he reminds me, and his finger curls, tensing, a moment before he yanks. I hear the fabric tear, and then cold air against my hot skin. He grins, pulling the torn panties down my thigh. “What do you think, boys? Think this nerd’s precious pussy is worthy of a football god?”
The others snicker, leaning in to look. Tears blur my vision, and rage burns through every inch of my body, replacing my blood with pure, liquid hate. I can’t believe I let my guard down, believed he’d protect me or that I was safe hanging out with his friends. I should never have let him separate me from my brother. I’m shaking with terror as my eyes move around the small circle of men holding me down, to the one standing over me.
“Looks good to me,” Tony says, reaching for me.
“No!” I cry.
Sebastian slaps his hand away before he can make contact. “Don’t touch,” he growls, never taking his eyes from between my legs. “She’s mine.”
“I like the landing strip,” Billy says from above me.
“Me, too,” Sebastian murmurs, his voice heated. “So pretty.” He reaches out, slowly stroking his finger over the neatly shaved pubic hair like he’s petting a kitten. A burst of sensation rushes over my skin, and I’m afraid I’ll get wet, and then I’ll die of humiliation.
Another tear trickles down my temple. “Let me up,” I whisper.
“We’re just looking,” Sebastian says, using his first and middle finger to pull my lips open. “Such a pretty little pussy, isn’t it, boys? I think it deserves to be seen.”
“Looks a little dry,” Tony says.
“You know, I think you’re right,” Sebastian says. He leans down between my legs, and for one moment, I’m sure he’s going to lick me right there, with all his friends watching. My whole body goes tense, but to my horror, hot tingles start between my legs at the thought. Another wave of humiliation crashes into me. Why am I so excited by the idea of someone watching us?
“Don’t,” I cry. “Please don’t.”
I don’t know if I could live through it if he eats me out in front of his friends.
Instead, he spreads my lips wider. Then he spits into my pussy.
The sound and the wetness of his saliva hit me at once, and my face burns like a thousand suns, even though the cold metal freezes my skin where it makes contact. I can already feel the air stealing every bit of warmth from his saliva, making my bare, wet flesh icy cold.
“That’s better,” he says, straightening and grinning down at me. “No shame in needing a little help.”
“Please,” I whimper, icy tears tracking down my temples.
Sebastian smears his spit into me, rubbing it between my folds and slicking his thumb over my clit. It throbs in response, and I’m sure I’m going to fucking expire with shame. A slow grin spreads over his face, and he slowly strokes the tightening bud with his thumb again. “I think my pretty kitty likes the attention,” he says. “She’s getting hot for me.”
The guys let out low, dark chuckles, and I don’t miss the undercurrent of lust in them. Paralyzing fear rips through me. There are four of them, and I’m the only girl. Even when Lexi comes back, it will be six against two. Unless I can get into my car and get my gun, there’s no chance I can fight them off.
Sebastian steps back, slipping his thumb into his mouth and sucking while he surveys my helpless form.
“How is it?” Billy asks. “Tastes the same, don’t it?”
“In the words of our fine president, tastes like pussy.”
“You’re a heathen,” I snarl up at him.
“And you’re a prude,” he says, then cracks a little grin and wipes his thumb on his jeans. “But a prude with a tasty cunt.”
“You got what you wanted,” I say. “Now let me up.”
“Like I said, fun’s just getting started,” he says, placing his hands on either side of my hips and leaning over me. “You look so fucking hot lying there on the hood of your fancy car, Princess Prude. Let me teach you how to let loose and have a little fun like the heathens do. You’re such a good girl. I can’t wait to turn you bad like me.”
“Don’t hurt me,” I beg, my voice cracking.
“I’m going to make you into a regular whore before I’m done with you,” he muses, casually reaching out to smear his thumb over my clit again. “But tonight, I’m just going to give you a little of what you’re too uptight to admit you want. You’re always on the sidelines, Viv. First for your brother, and now for me. But tonight, you get to be the star of the show. All eyes on you.”
He lowers himself between my knees until he’s kneeling on the ground, then peels my jeans all the way off with the help of Tony and Theo. They drop them, and he reaches for me, his thumb cold and damp as he smears it through my folds and pushes the tip against my entrance. A shudder goes through me, and I feel my body responding despite my fear.
“You’re in our world now, Princess,” he says. “Still think you can handle it?”
“No,” I cry. “You’re right. Please. Sebastian, don’t do this. Let me go home.”
“I thought you wanted a little taste of the wild side,” he says. “Isn’t that why you’re with me? To slum it for a while, see how the rough side lives?”
“Yes,” I admit. “But I’m done. You win. I can’t handle it.”
“But I haven’t given you what you came for,” he says, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. He slowly bends down, his eyes locked on mine, until he’s hovering just inches above my spread thighs.
“Look at me, Princess. Watch me get a taste of the high life.”
I buck my hips, trying to squirm away. “Let me go.”
“Not until you let go,” he says. “I bet you’ve never done it in your life.”
“I have.”
“Show me,” Sebastian says, and he leans down, lazily running his tongue through my slit.
I gasp, a shudder wracking my whole body this time as heat floods my center. My gaze flies around wildly, landing on each of the three men holding me. They all stare down, transfixed, while Sebastian licks me. No one is so much as breathing. I can hear the wet sounds of his tongue against my flesh, and arousal pools between my folds. He moans and grabs my hips, his mouth latching onto me.
I yelp in surprise, and he chuckles against me, the sensation vibrating into me from his hot mouth.
“Sebastian,” I cry. “Stop.”
“Mmm, look at me,” he says, lifting his head just enough to meet my eyes. He holds my gaze while he eases a finger into me. My body quakes, and he lowers his mouth again, his eyes on mine while he fucks me with his mouth and his finger. I watch him eating me out, a challenge in his eyes, like he’s waiting for me to break. For a moment, it’s just us, the sizzle of connection between us as we’re locked in a battle of wills.
I will not let him humiliate me in this final, unforgiveable way.
“Stop,” I pant as his tongue slowly drags over my clit.
“Let go,” he says again. “I dare you, Little Miss Perfect. Be as bad as me.”
I try to hold back, but when I see the others watching with such hunger again, my clit throbs hard and fast. They don’t think I have anything to be ashamed of. All three of them look like they’d fuck me without a second’s hesitation. Tony unzips, reaching into his pants and jerking himself while he watches.
Billy’s rough fingers stroke my wrists. “I got you,” he says, his tone disturbingly comforting. “Just relax, baby girl. Give him that sweet cunt.”
Something about the hunger in their eyes, the way they’re all watching like I’m the sexiest, most desirable woman they’ve even seen, makes me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life.
Sebastian gives my clit a little tug with his lips and then raises his head again. “Give me what I want.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Say it,” he says. “Tell me how you want it.”
“I don’t,” I say between panting breaths.
He pulses his finger inside me. “Either you tell me, or I’ll have to guess. Do you like it in your ass instead?”
“No,” I say, squirming again.
“Then where do you want me?”
“My pussy,” I blurt, dropping my head back on the hood of the car.
“It’s my pussy,” he growls, slamming his mouth to my pussy again. He grinds the flat of his tongue against my sensitive bud, shoving his finger deep inside me again. Then he starts eating me in earnest, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, like I’m his last meal on earth. He sucks and thrusts and moans, getting rougher as he continues.
Suddenly, I see that two strangers have joined us, and my arousal peaks. I cry out involuntarily, my thighs opening as pleasure pushes me higher. I want to be angry, to resist, but as Sebastian’s hot tongue strokes in a slow, rhythmic pace against my wet center, replacing the cold air each time it hits my clit, I can’t help myself. His mouth takes me and makes me his, controlling my responses against my will, until I can’t remember why I didn’t want it. It feels so good I think I’m going to explode if he doesn’t stop or die if he does.
Just as I think I’m about to lose control entirely and scream at how good it feels, he sits back on his heel. I suck in a shuddering breath when he works a second finger in, stretching me wider.
“Look how good she’s doing,” he murmurs, gliding his fingers in and out a few times, the slick sounds filling the silence as clouds of breath rise from our circle. “This sweet little pussy is making a mess all over her fancy car for me.”
Lexi and the other two have joined us too, watching over his shoulder, but I can’t muster any self-consciousness. All I want is for his mouth to finish the job it started.
“Do it,” I gasp out, quaking against the cold steel.
With a chuckle, he winds his fingers against my walls, then leans in, lapping and sucking up my wetness. My hips buck involuntarily as he sucks gently at my clit. I close my eyes and give myself completely, lifting my hips and buzzing with the knowledge that so many people are seeing this, seeing him get the better of me. I don’t care. I’m the one getting off from it.
He teases me with his tongue, slowly pulsing his fingers inside me at the same time.
“Harder,” I cry, nearly sobbing with pleasure as I shove my pussy into his face, trying to find the relief I need.
“Look at my sweet little Princess, such a good girl begging to be wrecked by a bad boy,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my flushed center. “Tell me what you want me to do now.”
“Eat my pussy,” I cry, not even caring anymore. I just need this, need to finish what I know will be the best damn orgasm of my entire life.
“At your service, Princess.”
He goes in hard this time, stroking my clit with firm, rhythmic strokes while his fingers pump into me until I can’t hold back anymore. My back arches and my chest heaves as I cry out, bucking under him while his tongue torments me relentlessly, forcing me to keep going even when I’ve crested. I start to come down, my whole body quaking with the intensity, but he keeps going, pushing me over the edge again before I know it’s coming.
My thighs clench, and the others release my knees. I grip Sebastian’s head between my legs and lift my hips, grinding against his face. Wrenching one hand free from Billy’s grasp, I bury it in Sebastian’s hair, gripping the strands as hard as I can to hold him in place while I stuff his mouth against me. I cry out again and again, the wordless sounds of pleasure rippling over the dark, silent night around us. Sebastian moans and sucks, stroking my tender, painfully overstimulated bud with his tongue and burrowing his nose against me, inhaling and licking and biting, dragging me harder against him as he gorges himself on me until I cum again.
Finally, he sits back on his heel, running his hands up my inner thighs to push my knees wide. “Look at that,” he says, his voice filled with admiration. “Her cunt’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it? And with the car behind her… Damn, I wish I had a camera. That’s the picture I want in my locker, Princess.”
I lie there in a daze, knowing I should be humiliated but not finding the energy for it after the mind-blowing orgasms.
“Can I fuck her?” Tony asks, still jerking himself beside us.
“You so much as touch her, I’ll cut your fucking hands and your dick off,” Sebastian says, then strokes his thumb through my folds, opening my drenched center to the icy air. “Her cunt’s dripping like a whore’s already, and I haven’t even fucked it. I’m going to have fun with this one. Definitely worth the wait.”
“Doesn’t count,” Tony says.
Sebastian stands and leans over me, lowering himself and pressing a salty kiss to my lips. “You ready?” he asks, his voice and eyes all gentleness now. He cradles my head on his hand and strokes my cheek with his thumb.
I don’t even know what he’s asking, and I’m too stunned to figure it out. I feel like I’m drunk, and I think he’s asking if he can’t fuck me right here, but I know it doesn’t matter what I say at this point. It would be unfair to deny him an orgasm after the ones he just gave me, and the truth is, I’d let him do it right here in front of all his friends just to cum that hard again.
He chuckles and pulls me up to sitting, then snags my jeans and hands them to me. I stand on wobbly legs and manage to get them on with Sebastian’s help as the others stand around snickering. He pulls me in, wrapping an arm around me and pressing me to his chest before kissing the top of my head. “He’s wrong,” he murmurs against my head. “You taste better than anything else in the world.”