Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
NICOLE
Sitting in the passenger seat of Dad’s police car, I pulled down the sun visor.
Dad had forced me to stay home from school and from seeing his friends all week—because he didn’t want anyone to see how ugly I looked from the gashes in my face—but he finally let me go to school on Friday. And I felt so refreshed.
I glanced in the mirror on the sun visor, dabbing some Vaseline on one of my cuts.
“I canceled your breast augmentation,” Dad said, one hand clutching the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles whitened. “No sense in making you pretty if your face is all fucked up. Nobody will want to fuck you like that.”
While his words stung, I held back the happy tears.
I didn’t even believe in a higher being, but thank fucking God !
I had bought myself at least a few more months—maybe. If I had that much time left …
“Oh, really?” I asked as calmly as I could.
Because if I even sounded happy about it, Dad would be pissed even more.
“Instead, I scheduled another appointment with Dr. Aldridge to see what she can do about your face.” He turned into the student drop-off line and stopped the car behind an SUV. “But you’d better cover those gashes tonight for the game.”
“I will.”
“With makeup. Not bandages.”
“I have my makeup bag in my backpack.”
“Good. I’ll see you at the game tonight.”
After nodding, I exited the car and waved him off. When his police car disappeared down the street, I turned around and held my hands to my chest, a huge grin crossing my face and warmth surging through me.
Dad might not have trusted me—hence him driving me to school—but I had saved myself.
Bubbling with excitement that I didn’t have to go through surgery for Dad and his friends, I skipped up the front steps and headed into Redwood Academy. My cheer skirt bounced in the wind, and goose bumps rose on my thighs.
But I couldn’t even care how chilly it was here anymore.
The first bell must’ve rung already because when I walked into the corridor, students were hurrying to class. Imani and Allie—Jace Harbor’s stepsister—walked past me to their first class, each shooting me a dirty look.
Still, nothing could damper my mood.
Akio shut his locker and headed toward a back hallway, in the opposite direction of his first class. It wasn’t like I had flirted with his adviser to get his schedule so I could know what classes he had or with who or anything …
When he turned the corner, I followed him, slapped a hand over his mouth, and pushed him into an alcove with a recessed door to a classroom that hadn’t been used in ages. I pressed him against the wall and pushed my breasts against his back.
“Shh,” I whispered into his ear, releasing his mouth and dipping my hand to his abs.
“Nicole,” Akio stiffened. “What are you d-doing?”
“Making it up to you,” I murmured into his ear. “For making you stop the other night.”
“Y-you don’t h-have to.”
I slipped my hand into his pants.
“Nicole! We’re in the h-h-hall.”
“The cameras are broken down here,” I whispered. “Poison destroyed them last month.”
“Where have you been all—” He grunted when I gripped his cock. “ Fuck .”
I stroked his huge cock, stuffed inside his pants, almost immediately getting him rock hard. My pussy clenched, and my nipples stiffened. I closed my eyes, warmth gushing between my thighs at the thought of him being inside me.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” I mumbled into his ear. “About you inside me.”
“Nicole …” he said, voice shaking.
“Have you thought about me?”
“Yes.”
“How many times have you jerked off this huge cock with me on your mind?”
A low grunt escaped his mouth. “Every night.”
Pleasure rushed through me. “Me too.”
Another moan from him.
After grabbing his hand, I pulled it behind him and placed it underneath my skirt. He cupped my pussy through my underwear and rubbed my clit in circles through the thin, lacy material, faster and faster and faster.
“I want to be inside you so badly.”
“Beg for it,” I whispered, seizing the control.
I never ever had control with any guy that Dad forced me to sleep with. They did what they wanted with me, whenever they wanted. But with Akio, I loved telling him what to do. I loved giving him pleasure. It was so easy with him.
“Please, Nicole,” he said. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else all week.”
“Please what?”
“Please, let me be inside you.” He breathed heavily. “I wanna make you feel good.”
More heat coursed through my body.
“Please,” he pleaded. “I need it badly.”
Once I released my grip on his dick, I leaned back against the opposite wall. While the hallways were dimly lit, this little alcove was darker and more hidden than some other places in Redwood Academy, so it was a good place to hook up.
Akio turned around, his eyes hazy with lust and his bulge huge. “Please, Nicole.”
I entwined my fingers around his belt loops to pull him closer and undid his buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper so he could spring out against my stomach. “Fuck me, Akio. Hard.”
Lifting my skirt with one hand, he twisted his fingers around my panties, pulled them to the side, and lined himself up with my entrance. I stared up at him through my lashes and lifted my leg, but before I could set my foot on the opposite wall, Akio dropped my skirt and grabbed my thigh.
He pushed himself into me. Pleasure rushed through my body, and I curled my toes.
“Akio,” I whispered, my fingers against his chest, “please …”
After gripping his MHA shirt in my hand, I yanked him toward me and crashed my lips against his, desperate to feel them against me again. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his needy lips moving on mine. He thrust into me faster.
I clenched around him, causing him to pull back and moan.
I placed a hand over his mouth, muffling his moans. “I know my pussy feels too good for you, but you’d better keep quiet or else someone might hear us.” I moved back and forth on his cock. “And you don’t want anyone to see me using you for your huge cock, do you?”
None of that was even remotely true. Akio’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned louder into my hand. I moved myself back and forth on his dick and stared at his lips, wanting them all over my body.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly.
I tightened even more.
My face was fucked, and yet he somehow still found me pretty.
“Keep fucking my pussy,” I whispered, “as hard as you can.”
Akio pulled out of me, turned me around so I pressed my front against the wall, and shoved himself back inside me, grasping my hips as hard as he could. I dug my fingertips into the wall, pleasure surging through me as he pumped into me.
We listened to a pair of heels clack down the hallway, and Akio slowed.
“Even if they come over”—I moaned softly over my shoulder—“don’t stop.”
He placed his mouth on the column of my neck, his hands gliding up and down my body, touching every inch of me. He finally set them on my breasts and squeezed, and another low grunt drifted into my ear.
I closed my eyes, about to explode.
“Fill me up with your cum.” I moaned. “I want to feel it running down my thighs during the game tonight. Don’t you want to see how much of a dirty little slut I am for you in front of everyone at Red”—I threw my head back against his shoulder—“wood?”
He slammed into me and groaned loudly into my ear, and the sweet sound tipped me over the edge. My legs trembled, and I plastered myself against the wall and bit my lip so I wouldn’t scream out in pleasure.
“G-g-good boy,” I mumbled. “Good, good boy.”