Chapter 13
Quill
I’m only three minutes late to history class, but judging by the way Piper looks at me in utter relief when I walk in, you’d think I’d been away from her for weeks.
The truth is that I’m just as happy to see her.
My skin actually itches with my need to touch her, and I glower so furiously at the guy occupying the seat next to her that those around him must get whiplash.
There’s a general movement to vacate the seats near Piper, which causes the old, half-senile teacher droning on about Manifest Destiny to look up in confusion.
When he sees it’s me, he goes right back to droning.
I like knowing that everyone at Astley High is terrified of me. Though clearly, it didn’t stop Ray from punching Piper, and that thought has my hands curling into fists.
Then I notice Piper looking at me nervously, so I sit back in my seat and adopt a relaxed air that I’m far from feeling. But I’ve gotten pretty good at that in the past twenty-four hours, ever since I started on my quest to make Ray pay, while spending the rest of my time between Piper’s thighs.
I may not be relaxed, but I’m definitely happy, and Piper isn’t the only reason for that. It’s surprisingly enjoyable to plan a murder.
It was a lot of fun being at the hospital threatening Campbell while knowing Dane was busy setting up surveillance at his house.
Dane is a pro at the tech stuff, and has been ever since he realized how bad of a shot he is. And the only thing worse than a dead soldier is a useless one, as Tragen always says.
Campbell has probably already texted his wife to warn her I’m coming. And she’s probably contacted Ray to warn him. Hopefully, by the end of the school day, I’ll have an address. I’ll shoot the guy and get back in time to spend the night at Piper’s.
Now, I can fully focus on my red-headed cricket, who’s currently scribbling a long list of dates that there is just no way she’ll ever manage to memorize. I slink an arm around her and whisper, “How was the chocolate cake?”
She at once breaks out into a coughing fit that has her turning as red as her hair. Then she gasps, “How did you know?”
I smirk. Dane told me he and Liam had run into her at the cafe, and I’ve stalked her enough over the years to know that the few times she’s gone to that place, she had their chocolate cake. And by the way she’s spent the past thirty seconds coughing, I have a feeling my educated guess is correct.
“I always know,” I breathe in her ear, causing her to shiver.
“They were all out of… uhm… healthy food,” she stammers.
My smirk deepens. “Does that mean you only ate chocolate cake? You naughty cricket.”
“Oh, but…” Her eyes widen. “I thought… didn’t you know?”
“I do now.”
I can’t help but chuckle at how confused she looks as she tries once more to focus on her notes.
But focusing on anything feels just as impossible for me as it appears to be for her.
I can’t wait to be back in her room, ripping off her clothes and burying myself in her.
Everything about her is so fucking hot, and I can’t understand how I never saw it before.
Her messed-up eyes fluttering behind her thick horn-rimmed glasses, her soft, clear skin dotted with freckles and so quick to grow red, the way I can guess at the outline of her nipples through her shirt because she doesn’t wear a bra, her ass as she wiggles it in her chair when she concentrates.
Every single fucking thing about her. All I want is to nibble on her shoulder, to decorate her neck with more of the bruising hickeys she’s tried to cover with a scarf.
I want to pull her thick long red curls back as I pound into her, and… fuck. I just can’t wait anymore.
“You have to pee,” I whisper in her ear.
“Huh?”
“You have to pee,” I repeat. “Tell Mr. Allison you have to pee.”
“But I don’t,” she says, frowning in confusion.
This girl. Can she really be so clueless?
I dig my hand under her ass and pinch her. A squeak slips out from her mouth.
“Hmm?” asks the ancient history teacher, staring over his glasses in our direction.
“Piper has to use the restroom,” I say.
“What? But I don’t—ow!”
Another pinch, and she seems at last to get the hint. She hurries out, and I wait a few moments before slinking out too.
Piper is waiting for me in the hallway, her arms crossed.
“You pinch hard,” she huffs. “You know, I understand the English language. You could just talk to me. Have you ever thought about talking?”
“Have you ever thought about not?” I ask, grabbing her by the wrist.
“Hey! Quill! Where are we going? Wait, that’s the staff bathroom—hold on!”
Ignoring her protests, I yank her toward the private bathroom down the hall. I lock the door behind us, my cock so stiff it feels like it might just burst.
“Also, I have forty-two dollars left,” babbles Piper, her nerves apparently manifesting themselves in a talking marathon. “They’re in my bag, I’ll give them back to you. I would obviously have eaten something healthy, but I felt weird spending more than that. So that’s why I—oh. Wow.”
I’ve just unzipped my fly, and my cock is out, already wet with precum.
“You have three seconds to tell me where to put it,” I rumble. “Your pussy, your ass—your mouth.”
“Now hold on just a minute,” says Piper, apparently set on annoying me. “Haven’t you ever heard about foreplay? And we’re in the middle of the school day! I don’t think this is very serious, Quill. I need to memorize those dates, and—”
“Uh huh. Mouth it is. On your knees.”
For someone so determined to protest, she’s very quick to obey. But she does say nervously, “You know, Quill, I didn’t have time to look up blow jobs in the, uhm, encyclopedia, and, well… I’ve never given one before…”
“I should hope not,” I growl, directing my cock toward her mouth. “Open up, cricket.”
She obeys, her face flaming as red as ever. In fact, I’m starting to wonder if this is going to become her usual state. I wouldn’t mind that at all. There’s something very enjoyable about the way her face gets all splotchy, and knowing that I’m the cause of it.
I let her get used to the taste and girth of my dick, groaning as she swirls her tongue uncertainly around the tip and down the shaft.
But I can’t handle the maddeningly light touch for long.
I grab her by the hair, tilting her head back, then shove my cock into her mouth, so suddenly and so viciously that she starts to gag.
Again I wait, not pulling out but not moving as she continues to wheeze and gag, tears streaking down her face as she tries to catch her breath.
“You okay, cricket?” I murmur, rubbing away the tears and relaxing my hold in her hair.
“I’m… mmmpphhhkay,” she mumbles, the words coming out muffled around my cock.
At once, I pull her hair again until it’s taut, and clasp my other hand around her neck.
She barely has time to get used to those two sensations before I start driving my cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. Soon she’s back to wheezing and gagging but I can’t help pounding into her, my hand squeezing her neck lightly, her tears as they wind down her face making me harder than ever.
“Oh, fuck me, cricket, fuck…”
My balls tighten and then I’m filling her mouth with my orgasm and watching her swallow every last drop.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
Then I sit down beside her and drag her onto my lap. She feels so fucking good in my arms. So fucking perfect.
I squeeze her to me, burying my nose in her curly hair, thanking whatever weird, fucked-up twist of fate brought her to me.
After a while, she breathes, “Uh, Quill?”
“Mhm hmm.”
“Shouldn’t we be getting back to class?”
“Never,” I rumble.
And I mean it. Right now, all I want is to keep her in my arms, forever.
“I need to learn that long list of dates, though…” she protests.
“You can learn them tonight, while you’re bouncing on my cock.”
“Quill!”
She hides her face in my chest, and I don’t have to look to know her face is a pattern of bright red splotches.
“If I don’t go back now, everyone will think I’m pooping,” she grumbles.
“They probably already think so,” I tease, taking deep whiffs of her lemon-scented hair. “Let’s just skip the rest of class and go home.”
“No, Quill. No! We can’t!” She sounds like she’s arguing with herself rather than with me. “I can’t just start slacking off in senior year. I’ve worked so hard, I want to get into a good college, and… and… do you know where Cass is?”
“Huh?”
I blink in confusion at the abrupt change of topic. Piper takes advantage of my arm slackening just a bit to turn around and face me.
“It’s so weird,” she says. “I was waiting for you to get back to tell you. But then, well, this happened and… yeah. Cass hasn’t been here since Wednesday. And neither has Finn. You know Finn, right? And anyway—hey! Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
I blink lazily as I watch her get all excited.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the way she’s wiggling around, clearly agitated about whatever she’s trying to tell me, or if it’s her voice that has oddly gone from grating to sounding like a relaxing little chirp.
I don’t know which is to blame for my distraction.
Either way, I have no idea what she’s saying.
“Hmm?”
“Cass Henley,” she repeats slowly, as if I’m the village idiot. “Cass is absent.”
“Good,” I say, dragging Piper back into my lap. “Take off your shirt.”
“Quill!” she giggles, as I slip a hand under it and tweak her nipples. She doesn’t remove her top, though, instead holding it down firmly. But she moans as I continue to cup and knead her breasts. “Seriously, though,” she insists. “It’s really weird.”
“Uh huh.”
I turn her so she’s straddling me, then lift her shirt up and find her nipple again, this time with my mouth.
“Cass isn’t in school, neither is Finn, and… oooh, Quill, keep doing that…”
I roll her nipple between my teeth, licking the sensitive bud while my fingers twist her other nipple.