Chapter 28 #3
“Parking space,” I say quickly, giving up a tiny shred of pride for control of the situation. Not to Adrian though, and that’s an important distinction. “I won’t let you touch me unless you put your dick through the glory hole.”
“Parking space,” Alexei retorts, crowding in but still not touching me. It’s pitch-black in here. There aren’t any windows, and only the tiniest flicker of light is coming in through the open bathroom door. “I won’t touch it.”
This son of a bitch…
“Oh.” I sigh, reaching out a hand to pat him on the chest. He cringes, probably because I touched the trash can and haven’t washed my hands.
That’s fair. I drop both hands by my sides.
“I understand. It’s just…this is my last day at Prescott.
Marrying you has cut my high school career short, you know? I got carried away with my fantasies.”
Alexei hesitates, and I know I’m getting somewhere with this.
“What would Papa do for Mama?” I ask, and then I chuckle because, damn, even for me that was low.
“I haven’t the faintest clue, and I’m glad to have never known a thing about it.
As for me with you, Scarlett, all you have to do is ask twice.
” He sighs and then gags, putting a fist up near his mouth with the squeak of latex.
Doesn’t touch his face at all with his gloved hand though. “With a condom, I presume?”
“Do you have any condoms on you? Look. How about this?” I reach into his pocket and steal a wet wipe, opening it up and swiping around the ragged edges of the ancient hole.
Nobody knows when this hole was created.
So far as we know, it’s always been here, awaiting future generations of ingrates and deviants. “There. Is that better?”
“We will be getting tested again,” he warns me, turning away and then pausing.
With another sigh, he slips out of his suit jacket and lays it across the floor in front of the hole.
It’s such a gentlemanly move that I swoon down to my knees, licking my lips in anticipation of a germaphobe’s greatest sin. My phone flashlight goes back on because I am not missing the visuals here.
With some fierce Russian cursing, Alexei introduces his dick into that hole with such care that he doesn’t even brush the edges of it. I’m impressed. That won’t last though.
Leaning forward, I flick my tongue against his slit and he bucks his hips, grazing his shaft against the top of the hole.
More cursing. My mouth closes over his tip with a sudden suck that makes him thrash.
There’s a knock on either side of the wall above me, like he might’ve been forced to put his hands up to steady himself.
The wall itself isn’t all that thick (cheap Prescott construction), but with Alexei hesitant to put his body against the wall, I’ve only got a few inches to work with.
“Are you aware that most people would never stoop to this level, sucking cock on a cheap tile floor with a dirty stained wall between me and you. You’re not just a germaphobe, Alexei.
You’re a kinky germaphobe. This is so gross.
” I use my thumb and pointer finger to encircle his cock, popping my mouth over him.
He bucks again, fighting his urge with a force that makes him tremble.
I can detect that through the wall, those shivers.
With a surrendering groan, my expensive prince slumps against the wall, shoving several more inches of his cock through the hole. I take all of it, unafraid of touching anything. My lips brush the broken drywall, carefully covered over with stickers to keep the edges smooth.
“Apparently…” he pants on the other side of the wall, his voice pained and ecstatic all at once. “I will crawl through hell for you and love it.”
Such a good boy, I think, sucking Alexei in like I’m trying to drink him.
My right hand violently snakes beneath the tied denim knot of my overall straps, into my pants, onto my pussy.
I’m so filthy down there, so sticky and shameless.
My lips curve into a smile, my tongue dancing a circle around his tip.
I’m coaxing him through his disgust and into pleasure, breaking all his boundaries by request.
He’s definitely gonna tell Widow that I said ‘parking space’ though.
Alexei humps the wall, his pelvis adding to the thump of the bass coming from the gymnasium.
I chose all of tonight’s music. This is the best song I’ve heard all night though, the sound of Alexei sullying himself against that decimated Prescott High wall for me.
My mouth is so delectable that his need for it supersedes his other issues.
That’s so hot.
Slurping him nice and deep, I entice an orgasm from him that has Alexei thrashing, the song’s crescendo.
He’s drawing out of my mouth before he’s fully finished, adding his own shame to the wall.
Alexei disappears as I drag my hand from my pants, denying myself to amp the tension. He walks into the bathroom a few seconds later, helping me to my feet. I steal another wet wipe from his pocket and swipe his cum off the wall. I’m a freakishly jealous bitch. I don’t want anyone else touching it.
“Ash is in the girl’s locker room. He hasn’t come out since we were in there together.” Alexei shudders violently as I slip past him with the wipe, flushing it down the toilet in another stall. The sound will show Ash where I am. Possibly spook him out of the locker room.
“In there together?” I ask absently.
“Yes. When I caught him and fucked him.”
I turn around suddenly, finding Alexei limned in the light from the hallway.
“You…what?” I ask, feeling this insane rage sweep through me. I’m so jealous that I can’t breathe. Except…I challenged them to do that. I…gave…permission…
“My apologies,” Alexei says with a devious laugh, stepping back to usher me into the hallway. “It was a joke. He is in the locker room, yes, but I haven’t caught him. Yet. When I do, should I hand him over to you, rodnaya?”
“He’s your rodnoy, isn’t he?” I shoot back, which is totally an unfair tease since Alexei is the one who was forced to have his dick sucked to save my lover. My voice softens. “Even if you had caught him, I’d have only been pissy, not murder-y.”
Alexei doesn’t respond. I’m not sure he even believes me.
I swing into the hallway, walking side by side with Alexei into the locker room.
It’s dark in here, too, but not as bad as the bathroom.
There are old skylights up above, the glass cracked and covered in strands of dead ivy.
Still smells good in here though, like hot girl shampoo.
I close my eyes, listening to the sounds.
Dripping water. The distant music. Alexei’s footsteps as he glides away into the darkness.
Shit.
My cavalier attitude is about to get me ambushed from above.
I try to dodge, but Ash has me from behind before I get a chance to move. I’m propelled forward into one of the long wooden benches, forced to trip over it so that I land hard. Pinned. Ash is panting above me, one of my arms trapped behind my back.
“Did I win that easily?” he wonders as I kick out and hit him in the knee, buckling his leg and bringing him to the ground beside the bench.
He manages to keep hold of my arms, trapping me against the wooden length.
So strong. “Neither you nor Alexei looked up. I was above the doorway, using the light to brace myself.”
“How long have you been up there?” I gasp, my heart thundering. This was a good reminder for me to be vigilant. Ash got the jump on me there. He’s been listening to all the lessons that Bohnes taught him, hasn’t he?
“Since Alexei saw me come in here. My arms were burning. If you guys had taken a little longer, I might’ve been forced to drop down.
” Ash laughs, pressing down even harder on my body.
I am absolutely stuck here. I messed up and put myself in a terrible situation.
If Ash were the enemy, I’d be in trouble.
My pulse doubles. Adrenaline surges.
Ash leans down and he smells me.
“Scarlett-o-sama,” he purrs, nuzzling against my hair as I struggle and fail to dislodge him.
Ash releases me suddenly and brings his sheathed sword around, using it to grab me by the neck.
My hands curl around the blade as he tugs me back against him, cutting off most of my airflow.
His arms and mine are parallel on either end of the sword, muscles taut with strain as we fight each other.
“Didn’t you agree that if I caught you, I could have you? ”
I can’t respond, all of my strength pushed into my arms, fighting the draw of that blade. I’m being crushed between Ash’s body behind me and the unyielding sheath over the katana. My teeth are gritted. I’m fighting him like I’m fighting for my life and going nowhere.
Ash releases the sword, tossing it carelessly aside where it hits the floor and then crashes into the lockers.
I gasp in a deep breath as he puts me back over the bench, draping me vertically onto the end of it.
Pressing my head to the wood with a strong hand, using his other to shove his pants down.
He’s between my legs, and I’m crushing him with my thighs.
Parking space is always an option, but I’m not going to say it.
I want to feel this with him, with Ash. He’s sweet enough to surrender to, and all this, it’s just a game.
“I…can’t…” I’m groaning as I try to push against the bench, desperate for even an inch or two of leverage.
No luck.
“It seems as if I’m adapted to this sort of thing,” Ash says sadly, keeping me trapped as he frees his cock and then shoves it forcibly into me. There’s no amount of tensing or struggling that’s going to keep him out. No wonder he made the other boys nervous.
Ash leans down and whispers into my ear.
“Doki-doki, doki-doki.”