“I’m next after,” Nash chimes in.
“Fuck you guys,” Marcel groans.
Aspen keeps her eyes squeezed shut, probably wishing for this to be over. Little does she know, we have just begun.
Everything around us fades away, and all that’s left is her and me. The sound of her gagging mingles with my pleased grunts, and I can feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine. I thrust into her one last time, then hold myself there. I come so hard stars dance across my vision. When my release finally ends, and I pull out of her throat, she sucks in a panicked breath and starts coughing furiously.
I let go of her face, and the guys release her arms. She slumps forward, trying to get her breathing under control. Her whole body is shaking, and my conscience roars to life as I look at her small body huddling on the ground in front of me.
“Hurry up and catch your breath.” Matteo laughs, patting her on the back. “I’m next, and I won’t be gentle either.” He starts unbuckling his belt.
Aspen is still gasping for air when I step aside and tuck my now deflated dick back inside my pants. Matteo steps in front of her, taking my place. Grabbing a fistful of her blond hair, he pulls her head up, forcing her to look at him.
“Suck it good because your spit will be the only lube you’ll get,” he warns.
Her tearful eyes flare with anger, and then she spits in his face. “Fuck you!”
“You stupid bitch!” Matteo wipes his face with the back of his hand before swinging it back toward her.
Without thinking, I grab his arm, stopping him from hitting her. “That’s enough. Let her go.”
“Are you fucking serious? We’re not done with her,” Matteo interjects. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows he’s made a mistake by talking back to me.
Instead of letting go of his arm, I twist it around until he yelps in pain. Nash and Marcel let go of Aspen and step away with their palms up in surrender. Smart move.
I release Matteo with a shove, and Aspen doesn’t waste any time. As soon as she is free, she is on the move, but instead of simply making a run for it, she gets up and throws her fist into Matteo’s kidney. He grunts and slumps over in pain while she takes off before he can recover.
“You fucking bitch!” he calls after her. “You’re gonna regret that.” It takes him a moment to recover. When he straightens back up, he turns to his guys. “I’m gonna make her pay for that. Next time, she’ll get more than a dead rat in her bed.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I question.
“We left a dead rat in her bed yesterday,” Nash explains proudly. “Pinned it to her mattress with a knife.”
“It was great.” Matteo chuckles. “But nothing compared to what’s coming next.”
“How the fuck did you get into her room?”
“Easy.” Marcel shrugs. “The janitor made us a copy of her key card. We can get in any time we want.”
“Give it to me,” I demand, holding out my hand.
Marcel looks a bit stunned but reaches back into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He finds the card and hands it to me.
“You only have this one?” I look around into all three faces. When everyone nods, I continue, “No one goes into her room besides me. No one touches her besides me. No one torments her besides me. She is mine and mine alone. If I find any of you are doing anything to her, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat. Is that clear?”
Nash and Marcel nod their heads furiously. Matteo isn’t that smart. He studies my face for a moment, his jaw clenched and his eyes glaring. I know he wants to tell me to fuck off, but he manages to refrain and nod ever so slightly. He’ll be the one I have to watch.
“Good.” I slide the key card into my pocket. “I’ll see you guys around.”
I walk away with an unsettling feeling deep in my gut. That only spreads like a wildfire as everything that has happened today replays in my mind. It’s like watching a movie for a second time, but now you have more information. You know the ending, details you weren’t aware of before.
They went into her room and destroyed her bed right after I gave her a new blanket. All the pieces click into place. She thinks it was me, and I can’t blame her for that conclusion. She thought I played her, and that’s why she made the scene in the cafeteria.
Still, she made a scene, making me look weak in front of the entire school. I had to do something to retaliate, no matter her reasoning.