Lost Boys (Slateview High 1)

His words were dirty and crass, no sweetness or gentleness to them at all. So why did they turn me on so much?

I could say “blue”. I could see if the magic word he’d given me would really stop this in its tracks. But I couldn’t get my mouth to utter that one simple syllable.

Because I didn’t want this to stop.

As terrifying as it was, there was something in me that wanted this too. So when Kace gathered my hair in a loose ponytail before wrapping it around his fist, I said nothing. When he used his grip on me to force me to my knees, I said nothing. Only when he moved his free hand to his pants, flipping the button and unzipping the fly, did I finally speak.

“What if someone comes in—”

“They won’t.” He shook his head, his half-lidded eyes intense as they gazed down at me. “That’s why we’re standing here. They won’t get inside.”

I wasn’t nearly as confident about that as he was, but when he reached into his pants and drew out his heavy, hard cock, I forgot all about the door, about other students, about the fact that it was the middle of sixth period. My gaze zeroed in on the thick piece of flesh gripped tightly in his hand, and I couldn’t make myself look away.

It was almost exactly at my eye-level, and when he took a small step closer to me, my body tensed. I knew he could feel it, but he didn’t stop. The hand in my hair brought my face closer to his cock, so close I could smell the tangy, musky scent of his arousal, and his voice was like sandpaper when he grated out one word.

“Lick.”

I did. My tongue darted out, quick and tentative, as if I was tasting a flavor of lollipop I wasn’t sure I would like.

The skin at the rounded tip was soft and smooth, and a little bead of liquid had gathered at the small slit. I ran my tongue over that, shivering at the saltiness, the unfamiliar taste. Kace shuddered too, his entire body quivering as he let out a low noise.

“Good. More. Put your mouth on me.”

As if he wasn’t sure I’d understand his command, he used the hand wrapped around my hair to guide my movements, bumping my lips against the head of his cock until I opened my mouth. When I did, he thrust his hips forward a little, sliding deeper inside.

I kept my lips wrapped around him, using my tongue to spread saliva all over his shaft, making sure to avoid scraping him with my teeth. I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, but from conversations I’d overheard in the locker room at Highland Park, I knew that much.

And whatever I was doing, Kace seemed to approve, because more of those noises I liked so much were falling from his lips. He kept his thrusts shallow, but tears still gathered at the corners of my eyes as arousal clashed with panic every time he filled my mouth. There was just so much of him, and I was so much smaller than he was. Even my mouth felt small compared to the size of his cock, so I brought my hand up to help me, wrapping my fingers around his thick

length and moving my hand as I worked my lips up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Princess. Fucking hell.”

His movements became rougher, his thrusts deeper, until he was hitting the back of my throat. I made a noise and swallowed roughly, fighting down my gag reflex, and he groaned loudly as my throat undulated around his broad head.

My own arousal was building again as I gave up control entirely and let him use me however he liked, abandoning my grip on his cock and grabbing his thighs with both hands, holding on for balance as his movements became more jerky and erratic.

Then the door behind him started to open.

Panic flared inside me, like a shot of ice water injected into my veins.

But Kace didn’t let me go. He didn’t let me stop.

He lifted one foot and kicked the door hard, slamming it shut on whoever had been about to enter.

“Fuck off.”

The words were harsh and ragged, and when the person on the other side tried again, Kace gave it another kick.

“I said fuck off!”

The reality of what we were doing hit me like a truck as I felt his cock thicken and swell inside my mouth. Another boy was on the other side of that door. Maybe even a teacher. Who knew how many other students were out in the hall, having stepped out of class or skipped it entirely.

And inside the bathroom, separated from them all only by the heavy metal door, I was giving Kace a blowjob.

That thought made me moan involuntarily, and Kace glanced down at me, his eyes flashing. His face contorted with something almost like determination, his nostrils flaring as he breathed heavily.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna come,” he grunted. “I’m gonna come in your pretty pink mouth. Paint your fuckin’ lips with my cum.”