Chapter Eighteen
Bridgette
My hands grip onto the handicap support bars of the stall as Asher violently thrusts into me.
“Asher!” I call out.
“Shut up,” he snaps.
I close my mouth, but the way he’s hitting my g-spot, I can’t help but moan. He smacks my ass, forcing my pussy to clench. I’m a slut for some pain with my pleasure, and despite me knowing Asher is doing it to let out his aggression, I’m still soaked.
This is how the last few days have gone. He pretends I don’t exist, practically ignores me entirely and then he shows up out of nowhere like a raging bull, ripping me into an empty closet, classroom or even bathroom stall, and fucks me until I don’t think I can take anymore. I won’t lie; it takes a little mental inspiration to get there when he’s this aggressive with no foreplay.
Closing my eyes, I think of lips on my skin. Warm, soft, pink lips. They travel down my body, tracing over my thigh crease before hovering over my clit. Then, their eyes are on me. Those soft green eyes that I’d know anywhere. I pulse around Asher’s cock with Maggie’s eyes on my mind. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Ash,” I whimper, doing my best to banish Maggie entirely from my mind.
“I said shut the fuck up. Get on the fucking ground,” he snaps as he rips away from me, forcing me to my knees.
I feel uncomfortably empty all of a sudden, but I do as he says, slowly sinking to my knees as he pushes into my mouth. His hands grip both sides of my face as he tips his head back and groans.
“That’s better. Suck my cock like the needy little slut you are,” he spits.
Some people are into degradation, but I know that’s not where Asher is coming from. He really thinks I’m a needy slut. I mean, if you look at my track record with him…he has a point. If only he knew the real reason I was ready to jump through a hoop of fire for him. It’s not for his shit personality or his selfishness in bed, that’s for fucking sure.
I suck the taste of myself off him and it brings back flashbacks of the last time I sucked my taste off someone else. God. Why can’t I get her out of my head? I haven’t thought about her in weeks.
That’s a fucking lie.
Asher snaps his hips, his hold on my face so tight I feel like my jaw is ready to snap before he’s coming down my throat. I swallow him down, sucking him dry before he pulls away from me and pats my cheek like a goddamn dog. Then, he stuffs his cock back into his pants and steps out of the bathroom stall.
I’m a little fucking irritated with how he has left me. I’m still soaked and horny as fuck, but of course he doesn’t care. Then, as fate would have it, it blesses me with a break. Sort of. Another figure steps inside the bathroom, and with the stall door open, we make eye contact immediately.
I’m still on my knees and I know he knows exactly why I’m in here. It doesn’t stop Jeremy Stroughton from approaching me, though. He stares down at me for a second, leaning his shoulder against the stall wall.
“You get off?”
I shake my head.
“You want to?”
Fuck it.
I reach for him, hooking onto his belt before I pull him into the stall. He shuts it behind him, locking the door before I’m pulling out his cock.
Oh.
I can’t lie, it’s not impressive. Not in the least. I mean, Asher has the thickest cock I’ve ever taken and his length is comparable. Jeremy, though…it’s long but…thin. Really thin. Why the fuck am I trying to sugarcoat it? It’s a goddamn pencil dick.
Glancing up at him, he looks down at me with an insane amount of want. Well, let’s see if it’ll get the job done.
I suck him into my mouth, pushing him to the back of my throat a few times as he moans.
“Bridgette. Oh fuck!”
I bob my head for a few more seconds before I push him away as I stand up. I hike up my skirt, revealing my bare pussy, and now it’s Jeremy who drops to his knees. I hook my leg over his shoulder as he runs his tongue through me before quite literally spearing me with it. I wince for a moment because I’m not sure if he thinks that’s supposed to feel good or not.
Closing my eyes, I try to push through it, but my god. He has a pencil dick and he can’t eat pussy? What can he do?
Pushing on his shoulder, I force him to his feet before wrapping my arms around his neck. He gets the hint and his hands come to my bare ass before lifting me into the air and onto his cock. My back is pressed against the stall wall as his tip pushes inside. After being stretched by Asher, Jeremy slides in too easily, but it definitely does something.
I let out a breathy moan as Jeremy does the same.
“Fuck, babe. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long,” he moans.
I nod in acknowledgment before I close my eyes and try to focus on finishing.
“I thought I fucked it all up this summer. I’m sorry I’m a jealous prick,” he confesses.
I don’t respond because honestly, I just want him to shut the fuck up. Of course, he doesn’t.
“God, you feel so good. I love being inside you. I’ll never have enough now, Bridgette.”
Irritation flickers inside me. Alright, now I get how Asher feels when I talk, because I just want this dumb motherfucker to shut up so I can get off.
I wrap my arms around his neck tighter, burying my head into his neck.
“Fuck me harder,” I moan as I attempt to think of something to turn me on.
I can feel my orgasm slipping out of my grasp, and if I can’t get it back soon, I’m going to be one raging bitch.
Hands are the first thing that come to mind. Skating down my skin, cupping my breasts, and tweaking my nipples. Fuck, yeah. I like that. My imagination runs with this sensual fantasy as Jeremy thrusts into me. I imagine my hands reaching out for them. They are soft. So soft before a warm smile flickers in my mind.
Maggie.
My pussy pulses again.
Goddamnit.
I don’t know how to make it stop. Every time I close my eyes it’s her, and god I’m getting wetter by the second.
Fuck it.
Leaning fully into this fantasy, I imagine it’s Maggie beneath me, fucking me against the wall. Maybe she has a strap-on, or maybe it’s just her fingers because they were that good. Either way, it feels like heaven, and having her soft skin pressed against me even in my mind is all I need to fall apart.
I shout and scream on Jeremy’s dick as I ride him through my orgasm. He follows me immediately, like he’s been holding back this whole time. I feel his cum coat the inside of my pussy, filling me up before he slows down.
Our breathing is ragged as he slowly sets me on my feet. I let out a shuddering breath as I reach for the toilet paper and begin cleaning myself up. Thank god for Gallows Hill mandated birth control.
When I’m finished, I turn to see Jeremy staring at me with a dreamy smile. Or at least I assume he thinks it’s dreamy.
“Thanks,” I say as I straighten my skirt and brush past him.
“Wait! Bridgette!” he calls out, but I pretend I don’t hear him as I slip through the bathroom door.
When I make it out to the courtyard, I see Liam and Asher sitting on the cement steps along with a few sophomore girls, Angela, and Mercy. Mercy, in particular, is perched on Asher’s lap, her tongue down his throat.
Fucking bitch.
I don’t make a scene. I don’t storm over there like everyone would expect. Instead, I remain calm, cool and collected as I can before I drop into Liam’s lap. He looks surprised at first. I literally never come on to Liam. After a second, he doesn’t resist, wrapping an arm around me as his fingertips skate around my bare skin just beneath my skirt.
“Well hi there, sweetness. You lost?” He laughs.
I wiggle my ass against his hardening cock as I give him a seductive smile.
“I don’t think so.”
His eyebrows shoot up as he leans in to speak into my ear.
“If you’re trying to make Asher jealous, it won’t work.”
“What if I’m just looking for some fun?” I whisper back.
Liam stares at me for a moment, like he doesn’t quite believe me, before he grins.
“Then you’ve come to the right place.” He winks.
I roll my body into him again, his hold on me tightening before none other than Skyla fucking Parris comes storming up to all of us. She takes a piece of paper and balls it up, hitting Asher in the head with it. Him and Mercy break apart as he looks up at Skyla with a bored expression.
“What the hell is this?!” she shouts.
He doesn’t look down, just stares at her as he speaks dryly.
“Looks like a note.”
Then I see her. Maggie comes rushing behind Skyla, pulling on her like she’s begging her to retreat. I don’t know why I do it, but I practically fly out of Liam’s lap. Like I’ve just been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Which makes zero sense, obviously. She doesn’t even look at me for a few seconds, but when she does, a hardened look flashes in her eyes before she faces her new bestie.
Liam reaches down, unfolding the piece of paper as he begins reading it out loud to everyone.
“To my dearest fiancée. I hope your dreams are as wet as your pillow.”
He grins before looking over at Asher. He shakes his head as his smile grows.
“You didn’t,” he says.
Asher shrugs. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A cackle escapes Liam as he jumps to his feet, squealing like a little girl and bouncing around. Skyla glares at him and he quiets a bit as Mercy speaks up.
“What did he do?”
Asher smirks. “I left her a little…morning delight on her pillow this morning.”
Morning de…
Oh my god.
A laugh rips through me, and a second or two later, it hits all the other girls. We are all practically in tears. Well, not the same kind that the little baby bitch is crying. Holy shit, I can’t believe he would do that! Why does that feel so good to know he treats everyone like shit? It doesn’t feel nearly as personal now.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see that I’ve been included in a mass email sent to the entire school’s directory with a picture of…OH. MY. GOD.
A sleeping picture of Skyla, with a cum stain on her pillow, followed by the note beside it, has been sent to every student and faculty on campus. I look up from my phone to see Maggie wrapping her arm around Skyla, shooting us all a vile look before shaking her head and holding her closer.
Jealousy stabs through me. I don’t like how close they seem to be getting. It’s only a matter of time before Maggie makes a move on her, or maybe Skyla initiates. Either way, one taste of Maggie, one time with her, and she’ll never let her go.