Make You Beg

Reaching down, I remove my shirt, not even bothered she’s in here with me. We’ve been best friends since we were little. We’ve taken showers together. Hell, before school ended last year, we had sex just feet away from one another. That was the last time I was with Scout before Death Valley.

Junior year

At the back of the property on Death Valley is a small lake. It’s manmade and covers a few hundred acres. There’s a bonfire to my right. Scout sits in a lawn chair, and I sit on his lap; one of his hands gently makes circles on my thigh while the other holds his beer. I’m drinking a water. I opted for a Molly the moment we arrived. Same as Jamie. She is currently making out with Rellik over to my right. They’re rolling around on the ground, moaning and dry humping each other.

Scout leans forward, whispering in my ear. “How do you feel, beautiful?” he asks. His hand on my thigh moves to my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking my head back.

I gasp and look up at the night sky as he holds my head back at an odd angle. “Good,” I breathe.

He drops his empty beer bottle, and his now free hand slides under my shirt, finding its way to my left breast since I’m not wearing a bra. My breathing picks up as he teases my nipple by rolling it between his fingers. “I want to fuck you,” he states.

I grind my hips. “I want you,” I breathe. The Molly hasn’t kicked in a hundred percent yet, but I’m always down to fuck him. Scout has the power to make you want to give him whatever he wants.

“Spread your legs for me,” he orders, growling.

They fall open on their own, and I lean my back against him, my heavy eyes still staring at the sky. My body tingles at the sensation of the current drug in my system.

His hand slides into my shorts, and he shoves my underwear out of the way and finds my clit. I suck in a deep breath and roll my hips, silently begging for more.

“What do you want, Henley?” he whispers before nipping my ear.

I shiver. “You.” I lick my lips. “I need you.”

He shoves me off him so hard I almost tip over. But he stands as well, spinning me to face him, then rips my shorts down my legs. Gripping my waist, he lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around him. My hands go to his face and my lips to his. I open up for him to take over. He tastes like beer and mint from his gum.

I moan into his mouth as my hands dig in his hair. He drops to his knees and then lays me back onto the sand.

He pulls away, then sits up, ripping his shirt up and over his head. My hands go to his bare chest, and I drag them downward, running over his taut muscles. Undoing his jeans, he reaches inside and pulls out his cock. He’s hard and makes my mouth water. I’ve slept with Dax and Scout, and between you and me, Scout is my favorite. Or maybe it’s just because Dax was my first, and it hurt.

He grabs the base of his cock and slides into me, not even bothering with a condom, knowing that I get the shot. I arch my back and cry out. He leans over me, gripping the back of my knees, and shoves them forward, opening me wide.

I lie there on the bank and let him fuck me in front of his friends and mine, not having a care in the world. All that matters is that he wanted me, so he gets me.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but Law had recorded us. Rellik and Jamie as well. After we were done, everyone got naked, and we went for a late-night swim. Scout and I had sex again, but that was a mistake. I’m pretty sure the lake water is what gave me my UTI. It sucked and taught me a valuable lesson.

“Henley?”

I blink. “Hmm?”

“You going to get dressed or not?” She pushes her right hip out as her eyes drop to my exposed chest. “I mean, your tits are hot, but we need to get going. Datson is waiting downstairs for us.”

“Yeah.” I nod, trying to forget that memory. It still hurts.

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We walk into the house that I used to spend so much of my time in. It makes my chest ache at how safe I once felt here. Now, it feels cold, almost haunted. But it’s just like the school—I’m the only thing that has changed.

Law’s mother lives on Founders Lane. Founders Lane means just that—all four founders have mansions here. Law’s mother is the only woman who owns one of the houses. His father gave it to her in the divorce. He settled for a lake house on Lake Miles, where he keeps his yacht. Lisa is the only woman who came from money as well. All the other wives married into it.