Chapter NineteenRoe
Chapter Nineteen
Roe
The car shopping trip turned out to be fruitless. Katie and I managed to disagree on literally every single car. Not wanting to fracture our timid and new relationship, we called it a day after the fifth dealership proved to be just as frustrating an experience as the others had. Katie's idea of my first car was a snug and safe Mitsubishi. I, however, spied the sleek Porsche Panamera and Jaguars. Hell, even a radiant, red jeep wrangler had caught my eye, but hell-to-the-no was Katie going to let that thing anywhere near her home.
I was bummed, of course, that my car situation was yet to be resolved, but Trent and Felix were more than happy to play taxi for another week.
It is Monday morning, and the honk of a car horn alerts me to Trent's arrival.
"Coming!" I call, stupidly. He was most definitely not going to hear that. I wrestle on my remaining shoe, grab my bag, and scoot down the stairs .
The car honks again as I reach the final step, and I wonder what has gotten into his ass this morning.
I push the door open and freeze.
"Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day," West growls from his Mustang.
I huff out a laugh and roll my eyes. I should have known.
Trent's car is parked just ahead of Wests. He looks at me with an eyebrow raised, and I wave him off. He nods and puts his car into drive.
Turning back to West, I round the car and slide into the passenger seat.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" I ask him, raising a brow.
West smirks before putting his foot down. My body slams back into the seat, and, with a curse, I buckle myself in.
"West!" I shriek. "Slow the fuck down, I am too young and pretty to die!"
West laughs out loud. "We will be late for school if I don't floor it."
Glancing at the time on his dashboard, I confirm my phone is, in fact, set to the same time.
"We have twenty minutes until classes start," I state, holding on for dear life as West swings to the right, taking us onto the golf club's long ass drive. Where the fuck is he going?
"Exactly," West smirks, pulling to the side of the road, a flag pronouncing hole number nine waving at us not twenty meters away. "That's barely enough time for you to ride my cock like the fucking slut you are."
My pussy instantly throbs, and my belly heats. I mean, the degradation I could do without, but the opportunity to fuck West to oblivion again?
We stare each other down for barely a second before we are both cursing, West unbuckling mine and then his own seatbelts while I drag my knickers to the floor. In seconds I am sinking onto his cock in one slick move, my pussy soaked like a fucking dam. We groan in unison as West's cock becomes fully sheathed inside of me. Then I am moving, my hips circling and thighs rising up and down in heated desperation.
"Fuck yes, ride my cock, Princess," West groans, slapping my ass cheek. "Twerk on my dick, baby."
I explode into nothing and everything, stars obliterating my sight as my body shakes in pleasure. West grabs my hips in a punishing grip and thrusts up into me, once, twice, before he is shuddering with my name on his tongue, cock twitching inside of me .
I collapse against West, our chests heaving as we come down together.
West reaches behind him and pulls a towel from the backseat, which he chucks onto the passenger side.
Limbless, like a ragdoll, I heave myself off him and back into my own seat, where I collapse, spread-eagled, and skirt still up around my waist.
Chuckling softly, West brings a corner of the towel up to my pussy and wipes it clean.
Belatedly, I realize I can hear masculine chatter outside, and I quickly pull my skirt down when I see a group of old men standing around hole number nine. Their backs are stiff as they decidedly keep their eyes firmly averted from our general direction.
"Oh my god!" I whisper, ducking my head in utter humiliation.
West chuckles, leaning back in his seat, half-flaccid cock still out and proud.
"How long have they been there?" I gasp, peeking out between my fingers as my hands cover my burning cheeks.
"At least five minutes by my count, not that I was counting, mind you," West smirks. "None of them will be scoring a hole-in-one, that is for sure. Unless you count me, of course." West winks .
I smack his chest. "You are such a fucking dick, West!" I go to pull on my underwear, but West snatches them up before I can put a foot through. I glare at him as he takes a deep inhale before stuffing them into his pocket.
"I want to see my cum dripping from that pussy all fucking day, Princess."
I am ready to cock punch the fucker, but he plants his foot down as suddenly as he had earlier, and I am flung against the door as he does a screeching U-turn, rubber burning as the tires struggle for a grip on the asphalt.
Finishing our loop, West slams his hand on the horn a couple of times, smirking as the old fellas stare agape at our retreat.
Fuck my life.
We are almost ten minutes late by the time West pulls into the school parking lot. I rush along in front of him, adjusting my skirt at least a dozen times, extremely conscious of the cool breeze nipping at my lady bits. West laughs as I do this for the dozenth time.
We stand outside of Mr. Foster's class, I run my hands down my chest to smooth out the wrinkles that were not there before our hasty rut. I curse as I find a wet spot on my left tit where West must have sucked on my nipple over top of my uniform. Glaring at West, I comb my fingers through my hair for the final time.
"Well?" I ask, arms out. "How do I look?"
West grins like a mother fucking Cheshire cat before he slams the classroom door open. Mr. Foster stops his lessons immediately, his irritation rapidly replaced by something I can't quite place when he takes me in.
"I'd say you look thoroughly fucked, Princess," West says loudly. "Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Foster?"
Fucking fantastic.
The class breaks into whispers and hoots, the girls scowling and fake coughing " whore " while the guys congratulate West on getting his dick wet.
I throw my head back and roll my eyes before stomping to the back of the class where, unfortunately, I share a table with West.
"All right, all right," Mr. Foster hollers as I take my seat. West is leisurely making his way to his seat, a crooked grin planted firmly on his stupidly handsome face.
Mr. Foster continues from where he had left off, but I am unable to concentrate as my inner thighs steadily get wetter and wetter, Wests jizz oozing out of me ever so slowly. I cannot help but squirm in my seat at the uncomfortable feeling.
I freeze as West's breath tickles my neck. "I can smell my cum, Princess," he whispers. "I want everyone to be able to smell it. Me on you. Between those silky thighs. You are mine , Roe. Now everyone will know it."
I mutter in irritation as he relaxes back into his seat, legs spread wide like a damn king on his throne.
When the bell finally rings, there is a firm wet patch on the seat of my skirt. I keep my head raised as I head directly to the bathroom to put on some damn underwear, thank fuck it's sports day. Too bad I will have to wear sweaty underwear home, but right now, I couldn’t care less.
As I reach the doorway to the classroom, a burst of masculine hollers sounds from the back of the classroom. I pause and turn to see what West has done this time. My cheeks burn as I spy my lacey black underwear twirling around his pointer finger. As I glare, he brings it to his nose and has a good, loud sniff.
I storm out, the round of applause of horny teenage boys following my exit.
When lunch arrives, I walk to our usual table with an entire pizza box in my hand, and fuck yes; I plan to mood-eat the entire thing .
"Fuck, I can smell her sweet cunt from here," some douche says from the table next to me. I spin to confront him, half a second from tearing him a new asshole, when suddenly his nose explodes into a fountain of blood.
West uses his crimson-splattered fist to hurl the guy up by the neck. I blink in surprise at his strength as he lifts this slim but athletically built guy with just one hand, his tippy toes scrabbling at the ground.
"The fuck did you just say about my girl?" West yells. The entire cafeteria is silent and tuned in to their Duke.
The guy gurgles desperately, his face turning redder by the second. West throws him to the ground and steps onto the table, kicking food and drink all over the douche and his mates.
"Roe Nixon is mine ," he says, all authority, his eyes tracking the entire cafeteria before falling to me. Fuck, why am I turned on right now? "Anyone says anything about her, you deal with me. Anyone touches her, fuck, you better run because you don't want to know what I will do to you. Anyone so much as looks at Roe funny risks the wrath of the Dukes. Am I making myself fucking clear?" he yells.
Subdued 'yes's echo through the hall, everyone's eyes downcast, except for Law, Brett, and East. In fact, East looks fucking furious as she loops an arm through mine .
"What the shit is my brother up to?" she hisses in my ear.
"Not a fucking clue," I whisper back.
West jumps off the table after giving the food and drinks a few more kicks. He struts towards me, eyes like fire. He looks like a damn fucking king, his generals closing in on each side.
No… not a king, I realize.
A Duke.
West stops in front of me. "Come. You sit with us now," he says before walking past me and taking his place at his table.
Law gives me a grin as he saunters past, patting me on the back. Even Brett's lips twitch as he follows.
"You think I should bother putting up a fight?" I lean into East.
She snorts.
"Right, that would be a no," I answer myself.
We turn as one and follow the guys. Spying Felix, I gesture for him to follow. He hesitates but quickly shrugs off his reservations. East, not having as much luck with Trent, releases her hold on me and grabs him instead. They have a whispered argument as we march to the table where Law is talking up a storm, mouth full, Brett is nodding along as he plows through his burger, and West is staring at us. No, not us, his sister.
"The fuck you think you are going, Trent?" West growls as we reach the table.
Trent visibly shrinks, but I am quick to defend him. "He sits where I sit," I say firmly, head high. "Seeing as my place has been decided to be by your side, you will have to deal with the baggage that comes with me."
"More like the trash," Brett's timber voice harrumphs. I glare at him, expecting to find him glaring at the former Duke also, but instead, I find his anger directed at a nervous but determined Felix. My eyes narrow as I realize Brett is once again targeting Fee.
Turning back to West, I wait for his judgment. The seconds tick by almost agonizingly as his narrowed gaze flicks from Trent and East to me. Finally, he relents, nodding for everyone to take a seat.
I go to take the spot by West, but he is quick to wrap his hand around my upper arm. I look at him, confused, until he taps the table in front of him.
I roll my eyes, surprised he hasn't demanded I sit on his lap.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drape across your lap, Baby Duke?" I say as much, sassily, before climbing onto the table and setting my pizza beside me, which I am still eager to demolish, by the way.
West's lips tip up into an almost alarming look of mischievousness. He places a hand on each of my knees and spreads me open. Belatedly, I realize the seat he has chosen has my back to the cafeteria.
"Shows not over, Princess," he smirks.
Before I can process this, my underwear is pulled to the side, and his head is between my thighs.
"Fuck!" I squeal, trying and failing to hold in the gasp of pleasure that assaults me at the feel of his tongue stroking wetly against my clit.
"West!" East hisses, which he ignores as he munches on my minge. "Roe!" My head rolls lazily to look at her, cheeks pink and mouth agape. Trent is similarly compromised. Felix, however, has his eyes glued to wear West's head disappears into my skirts, head tilted as he unabashedly observes us. He raises a slice of pizza to his mouth and chews slowly.
"Why is this so hot?" he asks himself. "I don't even like pussy."
I can't help but giggle at his antics, which ends in a moan as West's tongue delves into my center, his entire mouth working my sex .
"Pleasure is pleasure," a gruff Brett says, and I swing my eyes his way. He is watching Felix with something akin to hunger, and like a freight train, I am suddenly hit with a revelation. One I will most definitely return to later, after West finishes owning my pussy in front of the entire fucking school.
My cheeks want to blush as I remember the hundreds of eyes glued to the live porno not one of them had signed up for. Though, as my gaze slides to Law, I realize he most definitely has. Subscribed and all, from the cheeky grin on his face.
"Show us how you love riding a Duke's face, baby girl," he grins, leaning back and making no effort to adjust the tent in his pants.
I smirk right back at him. I did not ask to be in this situation, and hell, if anyone had said voyeurism would become a kink of mine, I would have laughed in their face. But fuck if this doesn't make me feel powerful. A Duke's face between my legs. That's right, Holly, Sherry, and all the other sluts of the school. They may have gotten a Duke's cock and attention, but none of them could claim that a Duke had worshipped their body for her pleasure and not their own .
I lean back onto my elbows and lift a leg, setting my foot on West's shoulder. My skirt starts to slide down but he snatches at the hem and pulls it back up before I can show off too much leg.
"Mmm, fuck yes, Baby Duke, eat that pussy," I groan, raising my voice just enough to make it carry through to the closest tables. I roll my hips, smothering West's face with my juices as he flicks at my sensitive bud.
My head raises of its own accord as West hits just the right spot, my body going rigid. Before I can reach the precipice, he pulls away, placing lazy kisses on my upper thigh.
Refraining from growling at his games, I spy my untouched pizza and grab a slice. West's eyes flick to mine as I take a giant bite. He raises an eyebrow before returning his attention to eating my cunt like a fucking pro.
I sigh, smiling as I take another mouthful of pizza, pleasure racing up my spine rapidly. I am expecting West to edge me again, so I am unprepared when my orgasm slams into me. A high-pitched shriek escapes me as my body trembles before the pizza I have involuntarily swallowed chokes me into a blubbering mess. Vaguely, I am aware of West's tongue lapping up the last of my juices before my undies snap back into place and my skirt is patted down.
I jump when West suddenly shouts, "Who does Roe belong to!?"
A chorus of "you," "the Dukes," and "Western Mazzuchelli's" echoes throughout the room.
I groan as I force myself to sit up, my body begging for sleep after its impromptu pleasure.
My sleepy eyes lower to Wests, where he still sits between my thighs.
"Get off the fucking table," he says.
Because, of course, that is all he can say to me after he blew my fucking world in front of the entire student body.
I huff, pulling my legs together and sliding to the edge of the table.
"At least I've proven a Duke can have manners, if only when he is buried in his Duchesses cunt," I snark, gaining me some muffled laughter.
I fall into the empty seat to West’s right before ignoring him completely and devouring my pizza. When a girl wants to mood eat, she is going to fucking mood eat.
"Well then," East pipes up after a moment of silence. "That was completely unnecessary and entirely awkward. "
Law snorts. "Speak for yourself, little sister. That was the singularly most erotic moment of my life. And I wasn't even a part of the action!"
"I didn't know you turned into a poet when you are horny, Lawson," I grin.
"And I didn't know you were such a screamer, baby doll," he drawls. "Does anyone know how to hack into the security cameras? I am saving this one to my favorites."
The insistent buzzing of a phone against the table interrupts our banter. We all turn to see whose phone it is. It’s such a natural instinct for our generation. Hearing a phone ring and instantly stopping what you are doing to respond to it.
It’s Wests, his father's name flashing on the screen. West unceremoniously swipes at the red button. A moment later, it's calling again. I eye him closely as East, Trent, and Fee start conversing amongst themselves. He huffs in annoyance but answers the phone.
The device hasn't even reached his ear before a furious voice screams through the speaker.
"You had better have a fucking great excuse as to why the FUCK Skewls Owt is trying to sue our asses?! "
I shrink into my seat, my lips threatening to tilt into a smirk as West glares at me, phone held away from his ear as his father tunes his ass.