Boys And Their Toys: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Troubled Playthings 1)

Getting riled up in this freshly-painted, unventilated room was starting to mess with me. I put a hand against the nearest wall to prop myself up. There was another angle to this I didn’t really want to think about: how close Lucas was hitting my own secret dreads about this job, about my future in it. He couldn’t be right about it.

“You’re right, baby,” Lucas said, “but you know they don’t see that.” He planted a big hand in the middle of my chest and pinned my back to the wall behind me with a gentle pressure. “You know what they really see when they look at you.”

He leaned in and took hard possession of my mouth with the kind of kiss I’d wished all my teenage years could be real. My knees buckled, and he was there again, keeping me held up with the pressure of his body. A firm shape nudged between my legs, and I felt a readiness I didn’t want swelling up in me.

This was about the last place we should be doing anything like this. So, of course, I should have known better than to ever let Lucas get me into this situation.

But I could barely think about the issues with the location while Lucas was kissing me like that.

I shivered when his mouth moved to my neck. I was struggling to focus on what his hands were doing, fidgeting at my hips.

“This is what they’d use you for, if they could,” he whispered, “and you know it, don’t you?”

I stiffened as his hands found their way under the waistband of my pants and then into my underwear, and started pulling. “Lucas—”

“Quiet, Callie,” he ordered, “or they’ll hear us. And that definitely wouldn’t fit into your career plans, would it?”

He yanked my clothes down to my ankles in one movement and was upright again to spread a hand over my mouth as I got my thoughts together enough to protest. He gathered up my wrists in his other hand and held them in front of me as I struggled to push him off, to get myself covered again. Anyone who happened to walk in at that moment would be able to see more than I could ever recover from.

“You see, Callie,” said Lucas, stepping back enough that he could take a peek downwards himself, “you should just stick to those skirts. I’m not a dinosaur like some of these creeps you work with, but it’s that much harder to get where I want to without pulling it all out. And you know it won’t stop me… but it’s going to make it rather awkward for you if anyone does come in.”

“Lucas, don’t—”

“I’ll be good,” he said. “I tell you what though, I might not have been otherwise. I’d love to fuck you in a house this nice; I can tell it gets you off just being here. Much nicer than your own place, right?”

I was so stunned by that I didn’t put up any resistance when he let go of my hands and slipped his between my legs, pressing a finger up against my clitoris and beginning to rub in slow circles. How had he been so easily able to guess what was inside my head?

“You know that’s how it’s going to go from here,” he told me, leaning close to my face while he stroked me. My eyes kept flicking around the room behind him and just skirting around his eyes; it was too much to look straight at him right now. “If you don’t want to give that to me, Callie, then you’d better make sure I leave you alone right now, because I’ve just about got it all worked out in my head. Not going to be some half-assed shit in someone else’s bedroom, either. Going to make sure we have all the time we need. Now, you’d better try to keep quiet and relax, or this is going to take so long your boss will come looking and see a lot more than either of us want him to.”

He twiddled his finger between my legs so I writhed like a fish on a hook, and then took his hand off my mouth. I took in a big gulp of air, then clutched at his shoulders, trying to stop him as he crouched in front of me… or maybe just trying to brace myself, I wasn’t sure. I felt like I might explode with embarrassment at the thought of everything he would be able to see. He’d had his hands just about everywhere now, of course, but it was definitely different when there was a visual element. I’d skipped the skirt that day because I knew I was going to the building site, plus I’d probably thought it would offer some protection against Lucas, but that had been a big mistake after all.

I thought he was going to just look, so when he pressed his face to the apex of my inner thighs and inhaled, I groaned a little. His finger withdrew, and was quickly replaced by something softer, warm and wet—his tongue.

“Lucas—” But from the first really firm lick, I knew there was no way for me to make him stop. I couldn’t imagine leaving that room and facing my boss and everyone else working on the house until I was able to see these sensations through to their end.

This turned out to be one more thing Lucas was good at doing with his mouth. I had to bite down on my lip to fight off the sounds I wanted to make, my legs moving in an attempt to open myself further to him though I was semi-consciously horrified at the thought, my pants around my ankles holding my legs together an uneasy reminder of just how shameless I was being.

Everything about it was so dirty: the sounds of him licking at me, the scent coming from my body. My hand tightened around a fistful of his hair, and then my body was tightening too, clutching at something he hadn’t put in me. His face was suddenly next to mine again, his hand over my mouth and stifling the ridiculous squeaking noises I was making as I rode out my release.

Lucas pulled my pants back up just before I collapsed to the floor.

“I’m pretty sure I lasted longer than that,” he said. He knelt to plant a kiss on my lips. I could taste myself on him, and I hated that even that sent another throb through my body. “Well,” Lucas said, “I’ll be seeing you, sweetheart.”

He opened the door and walked out without another look back. I stifled another groan, and made myself get up before Dane came looking for me.

Before I left the room, I cracked open the window, hoping nobody would notice the gauzy curtain moving in front of it for a while. Perhaps the paint smell would overpower it quickly, but all I could smell in that room was filthy sex. And if I hadn’t dressed appropriately for work that day, who knew—well, I knew exactly what would have happened, because Lucas had told me.

And now he’d made it clear what would happen if I kept messing around with him the way I had been.

As if I had any say in the matter… and I didn’t really mean it in the sense that he was twisting every aspect of my life to manipulate me into it any more.

Maybe Tamara was right, and I’d been doomed to move back in this direction ever since those days long ago when he’d

made a decision to pay me the sort of attention I would have expected a much more popular girl to receive.

Maybe, before things went any further, it was time for me to address that whole past situation. At the very least, it might get him thinking about whatever it was that had drawn him to me all those years ago. I didn’t have any other plans for getting him to love me at this stage… and the deeper we went into this, the more I realised I was at risk of losing my own heart without getting anything in return.

Chapter Thirteen