Bad Boy Blues

“Promised what?”

“That you’ll fuck me like I’m your slut.”

Zach grabs my tits in both hands and squeezes them so hard that the moan that comes out of me is the loudest yet. “Yeah? You want everyone else to think you’re my slut too? Because if I fuck you like that, Blue, you’ll be screaming the roofs down. Your Mrs. S won’t be the only person to know what you do for me. How you serve me.”

Why does that arouse me so much?

Why do I want him to make me scream when I know the consequences?

My brain is melting and so is my body. And right now, I don’t care enough about it to analyze.

All I want is to get fucked.

“I don’t care.” I roll my head from side to side as I breathe out, “I know you’ll cover my mouth when I scream. I know you’ll keep me safe.”

I hear him breathe out a sharp breath, his chest swelling at my back.

A second later, I feel the wrath of his hands.

They tear at the buttons of my uniform, stretching it over my chest. With furious fingers, he pulls down my bra, making the straps stretch over my shoulders and snatching my tits, spilling them over my half-open dress.

He pinches the nipple, angrily, erotically. “You asked for it.”

And after that, there’s no talking.

He doesn’t say a word and neither do I. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

His thrusts are rapid and punishing, making me bounce against him. His thighs and stomach smack against my ass and if he weren’t holding me captive with his arm around my waist and his other plumping my breast, I would be on the floor right now.

And I revel in it.

I revel in his passion, his desperation. I love the sting of our bodies slapping together. I love the slight burn in my puffy channel. I’m ecstatic when he twists my nipples, worrying them between his fingers.

Through all of this, he hasn’t stopped fucking me. In fact, he’s bent his knees and made a lap out of his taut, muscular thighs so he can drill me deeper.

Suddenly, his hand on my breast goes away and I jerk my eyes open. I hear his panted breaths and his growls in my ear, misting up the side of my cheek as I feel that hand go lower, cupping my pussy, pinching the lips, the lips he’s beating into with his big, big dick.

God, so big. So fucking thick.

And when he pinches my clit, I come.

A loud scream builds up in the base of my throat and I would’ve let it out. I would’ve ruined everything that I’ve worked for, for so many months, if not for his hand.

As I predicted, he covers my mouth with his big, strong hand and absorbs my scream with his palm.

Zach grabs my hip with his other hand, the one that was pinching my clit, so I stay steady on my feet as I spasm against him.

When he comes, he buries his face in my neck, spurting inside me.

Each throb of his cock and lash of his cum makes me jerk and writhe. He fills me with so much of his cream that some of it slides down my thigh.

As I come down from my high, I start to crash.

I start to feel disappointed. Sad, even.

I wanted him to prove me wrong. I wanted him to just let me scream. Scream and scream until the whole world finds out what we are to each other.

And I wonder why.

We’re at a carnival.

Yeah, a carnival.

By we, I mean me, Zach and Art. The three unlikeliest of people to ever go on an outing.

Actually, no.

Not the unlikeliest. In fact, all three of us have a lot of things in common. All three of us have been bullied in our lives. All three of us have no parents. I know Zach’s are alive but are they really good for anything?

Moreover, Zach is Art’s favorite person right now.

Especially ever since he read Art the story. That evening was amazing.

Zach was brilliant, albeit a little halting. He paused at a few words but nothing major. Art couldn’t keep the shine out of his eyes and grin off his lips throughout the whole thing. I had to excuse myself to go cry a little in the bathroom.

I was just so proud. So in awe of Zach.

Later that night, when he came to me, I showed him how much.

That’s somehow become one of our things: him coming to me at night. But not every night. Only when Tina’s on the night shift and the cottage is empty except for me and him.

After I asked about his life in New York and he fucked me in the closet in broad daylight, so close to where we could’ve been caught, Zach has been careful.