The song for this fic is Phantogram - You Don't Get Me High Anymore
MALIA'S POV:
I pulled the steering wheel to the right to turn into my driveway.
Lydia primped her hair in the rearview mirror. "Tell me again why we're cutting short our shopping trip because your dad came home from one of his business trips?" She turned her jade eyes onto me.
With the keys in my hand, I grabbed my green smoothie from the cup holder. "Because my mom sounded really intense now can we get this over with so we can go back to Francesca's? I saw a purse in the window that I need to get before that snake eyed Bitch Tracey gets it."
She nodded in agreement, her strawberry blonde tresses shook.
We got out of my black BMW.
"Also what are you going to do about Steve? He's getting a little clingy."
Our heels clicked against the brick walk up.
I took a sip of my mango and kale smoothie, then tossed my long honey brown hair over my shoulder. "You have sex with a guy a few times then he thinks he's got the right to blow up your socials and kiss you in the halls."
She laughed with me.
I opened the door. "Mom. Dad. I'm home," I lead the way to the living room. "And Lydia's with m-" I cut off at the sight before me.
My dad stood with a nervous gleam in his eyes. "Honey,"
Lydia slapped my arm to acknowledge the already obvious elephant in the room. The very tall and very unwelcome person in the room.
I folded my arms across my chest. "What is he doing here?"
My mom stepped forward. "Scott's going to stay with us for a while."
My jaw almost hit the floor. "What for? Doesn't he have some other neighborhood kids to torment?"
Lydia fanned my face. "Deep breaths."
"Henry," My mom opened up the floor for him to explain.
He cleared his throat then started, "Honey, he's going to be going to school with you for a semester. His high school doesn't have the prerequisite class that his college needs and yours does."
My eyebrows hitched up on my face. My hand closed around the plastic cup. "So you invited him to stay with us?"
They nodded like it was as simple as that.
Well, it wasn't. Scott McCall being here was nothing short of a disaster. A Crisis on Infinite Earths if you will. He tormented me as a kid, teased me when my boobs grew in, made fun of me when I tried out for the Lacrosse team. Hell, he'd driven by me when my car broke down on the highway, beeped the horn, then proceeded to his house that used to be across the street. While it was raining.
"So in the meantime, we expect you two to get along. It'll only be for a semester anyway. We promised Melissa we'd look after him." My dad gave his best non-threatening smile.
My mom didn't look convinced of this plan. "Honey, are you okay with this?"
He stared his chocolatey devilish eyes into mine then winked.
My hand crushed the cup, green juice gushed onto the wood floor. "Gahhh!" I yelled. "No, I'm not okay with this! How could you even ask me that?" My anger directed at all three of them.
My dad nodded. "I hear you, but this is the way things are going to be for a few months." His chest rose in bravado. "So we're going to need you to suck it up and play nice until then, Malia."
Scott moved forward in his dark jeans and fitted henley. His manly musk drifted to my nose and wrapped around me. His intense stare made me uncomfortable.
His looks didn't diminish his assholiness.
He wore a lazy smirk that made me want to punch him in the face. "I'm willing to give this a shot if you are, Tate?" He said, his voice inflicted in a way that made it obvious he was being a douche.
Douche or not he's still hot.
Lydia cleared her throat. "We need Hot Yoga." She tugged me along. "I'll call Steph, she'll give us an emergency sess."
I nodded in agreement. "Let's go"
"Malia," My Dad called.
I did my best to keep it respectful so I gave a tight cordial grin. "I'll be back later, Daddy." My eyes slithered to Scott. "With any luck, that thing won't be here when I get back."
My mom sighed.
Lydia and I walked it back to my car.
We weren't halfway down the street when Lydia said, "You know when your mom called that your dad came home with a present I didn't know it'd be that tall and delicious."
I gave her a disappointed look. "You did not just say that."
She applied more lipstick in the mirror. "I remember how awful Scott McCall was to you but even you have to admit he went from I'll have her home by nine-thirty to She Call's me Daddy in that two-year gap he was gone."
I could admit that but was I going to? Not a fat chance in Hell.
"I see this as an opportunity to get rid of the Steve problem. Or face your sexy tormentor fears."
I scoffed. "I don't have fears."
"You had nightmares Bitch." She argued.
My faves focused on the road. "Why can't we just forget about the past, Lyds?"
Her green eyes fell on my heavily."Because he made you get a lady boner."
An cackle came out of me. "That's absurd."
"Who the fuck says absurd anymore?"
I gave her the finger, "Screw you, I don't think asshat McCall is cute."
She gave a non-convincing half grin. "Sure you don't."
We got our emergency Hot Yoga seas with Steph and everything felt back in balance. I was still popular, I was still rich, and still in control of my life. But this tick of a person was going to be staying in the guest room for nothing short of six months.
"You feel better?" She asked with a grin.
I turned to Lydia. "I'll feel better when that cockroach is out of my house." My usual coldness behind my words.
Like the true friend, she was her eyes turned mischievous. "Then let's get on it."
My head shook as I unlocked my BMW. "No, not yet. We have to wait until school starts."
She jumped into shotgun. "Can you wait three days?"
I huffed with an eye roll. "I'm going to have to."
I drove her back to her house then ride the ride back to Purgatory.
The sound of my mom washing dishes in the kitchen and the game on in the living room filled the downstairs. Because of the tension in the house, their quiet screamed.
They were lucky I was fairly respectful of them because I could get away with more than half the things my friends did because their parents felt guilty for not spending time with them.
I made my way to the kitchen and cleared my throat in a bit of remorse.
She turned her disappointed eyes on me, then continued washing the dishes. "I want to be so mad at you, sweetheart, but I know what happened between Scott and you when you were younger so part of me understands your frustrations. The other part expects you to get past that and forgive him. He's in a bind."
"Yeah," My lips pursed."About that..."
She dropped a plate in the dishwater. She lowered her voice. "Malia, I know that even though we hand you a lot you are still pretty great at not taking us for granted or this lifestyle but at some point, you're also going to have to grow up. You have this crown of entitlement on your head but it's time that you learn that this world doesn't revolve around you."
My hip dipped against the counter. "Not even LA?" I whispered back.
She gave me a parental frown.
"Geez," I sighed. "It was a joke."
Her head shook. "That's the problem, Sweetheart. I don't think it was." she wiped her hands off with the dish towel. "Finish these then go apologize to Scott and your father."
My hand flew to my stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick."
She left me alone with the dishes and a lot to think about. Was I entitled? Uh, probably. But I had nicer things than a good amount of people and I wanted the people I hung out with to also have nice things as to not hurt their feelings if I bought something nice.
With the dishes to do and an apology to make I took longer than necessary to wash them.
A presence filled the room. One that made me feel on edge.
I looked over my shoulder.
Scott stood in the frame. "Is there something you want to say to me?"
My brow rose. "We'll be fumigating in the morning, you won't be a problem much longer." I turned back with a satisfied smirk.
He grunted. "Real proud of that one are you?"
I met his statement with silence. I grabbed a cup as my next victim.
"Alright, it looks like we are going to be living together for half a year. It wasn't my first option either but I didn't really have a choice in the matter."
Huh?
"I thought-" I cut myself off.
"You thought what?" He clobbered closer.
"Nothing," I focused on the cup. "Let's just stay out of each other's hair until you can leave."
His silence almost made me want to turn around.
Almost.
"Deal." He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottled root beer. He stood to pop it open.
The sudden movement made me turn my eyes to him.
His brow lifted. "That glass is clean enough, don't you think?"
My cheeks betrayed me by blushing.
Not again with this. Scott McCall held the heavyweight championship belt for making me blush. And not in a good way.
My patience broke. The water splashed from when I shoved the dishes back down.
"You know what," I faced him. "How about you clean the dishes, you freeloader." I passed him with a scowl.
His hand grabbed mine to pull me back to him. "This isn't ideal for me either. If you think I wanted to start here with you then think again. I'm here because I need to be. That's the only reason. So do your parents a favor and stop being a brat."
My heart raced. I jerked my hand back. "Touch me again and see what happens,"
We stared at each other hard.
His brow raised.
"That's what I thought."
I backed out the kitchen with him eyeing me. All the way to escape to my room.
To be clear, I loved my room. It had all the essentials. My infinity bed so I could properly stretch out, my TV system that had four TV's in a square for my viewing pleasure, two walk-in closets, a wardrobe. My bathroom was the second extension of my room. Soaking in my clawfoot tub was one of my favorite nighttime rituals. I had the cutest cherry blossom design on my oval vessel sink. My lighted mirror that stretched across the whole wall let me stare at myself as long as I wanted. Let's face it, I'm hot stuff.
I slinked out of my clothes, tossed them into my woven hamper, then drew my bath. I grabbed my favorite clay mask to apply while I soaked. With my hair up in a top knot, I eased down into the tub. All I needed now was a cup of hot chai tea. If I hadn't pissed off my mom I'd text her for a cup because she'd get for me but I wasn't out of the hole yet. I'd have to do something nice for her tomorrow.
Instead, I put on my meditation app to relax my mind. This was essential to me. Lately, I've felt my temper rising out of control and it felt like I was few wrong moves away from murdering someone. Sometimes I had nightmares when I turned into something, something else, and I'd attack people. I'd grow claws and fangs to tear them to shreds. They always ended up with me waking up only to go into hyperventilation. Maybe I should tell my parents about it or if not them then Lydia. A therapist. Someone. Anyone who will listen.
The calming sounds of a campfire sounded through the bathroom. My body sunk deeper into the tub, the water sloshed around me as I adjusted. My face started to crack from the mask. I was so close to hitting a place of zen.
Loud music thumped from the other side of the bathroom wall.
A low growl came from my throat.
"Seriously,"
I tried to block out the noise but it was too obnoxious.
My parents had their room on the other side of the house so I doubt they could hear it. They were the lucky ones.
Were those drums?
I didn't have his number to text him so I had to drag my ass out of the tub to bang on the wall. Nothing changed, he kept playing.
With a huff, I wrapped in a towel then stomped over to the guest room, his room now, then shoved the door open to find him banging away on a drum set.
He looked up at my arrival, then shrinked away. "What's on your face, Tate?"
My face had already hardened into a still mask so it was hard to show my frustration but somehow from the smug grin on his face I could tell he got the point.
"I'm trying to relax, could you not bang on those things so loudly?"
He looked me up and down then nodded.
I backed away.
He started playing again, just as loud if not louder.
My arms crossed over my chest. My pulse quickened. I let out a breath. "Can you either find somewhere else to do that or shut the hell up?"
He pointed a stick at me. "I dissected something that looked like you in Science once."
My nails dug into my palms.
"Can you close the door on your way out?"
Could I-Fuck.
"Either you quiet it down, McCall or I'm throwing your ass out on the street," I slammed the door behind me.
When I got back to my bathroom the music had resumed as if I had never made the trip.
Clay mask, hot bath, and relaxation music or not I was fed up.
A rage all on its own took over me. One second I was about to get in the tub then the next my fist was clean through the wall.
"Shut up!" I screamed.
He halted.
I slammed my fist into the wall one more time. When I pulled it back he was staring through the hole. I jumped back.
His dark eyes penetrated mine with a heavy force that could almost be described as animal.
"Sorry, that was an overreaction."
I backed away, then closed my door.
What the hell was that?
I had to go back in there to wash my face so I quickly got dressed then grabbed a towel to tack up over the hole. I'd have to tell my parents about it tomorrow. Yay me. At this rate, I was looking toe grounded all because of Scott fucking McCall.
When school started he had another thing coming. His ass, no matter how fine it was, was on his way home.
Once in my plush bed I put my headphones in to lull me to sleep with my musical score playlist on repeat. Soon enough the bridge between unconsciousness and consciousness crossed paths.
My claws dripped in blood as I rose over the dead bodies in a pile. Saliva coated my fangs. A growl left me at the snap of branches close by.
Footfalls neared until he was in the clear under the light of the full moon and a few clouds.
His red eyes stared into mine with intent.
The wind rustled my hair while I got a whiff of his scent that made my mouth water.
He stepped toward me with purpose in his lean muscles. Hair sprouted from the sides of his handsome face. He trailed a clawed finger down my jaw and under my chin.
"Good girl,"
A smirk came to my face at his gratification. "Thanks, baby." I leaned the distance to plant my lips on his, hungry doe his reciprocation.
We shed our clothes in a state of heated passion. He lowered me down onto our laid out clothes before he licked me to my first orgasm. With him pumping in and out of me while he lightly bit my neck and choked me the second and third came fairly easily.
I gasped awake, my hand clutched at my boob. I recognized the wetness in between my legs for what it was. I just had a sex dream about Scott McCall. It was vile. It was repulsive. It was really fucking hot.
After my cold shower, I trekked my way downstairs where the sounds of pots and pans rattled and the smell of morning coffee wafted in the air.
To my surprise, my parents weren't in the kitchen. It was Scott. Only Scott.
He flipped the few pancakes in the pan on the uncooked side, the golden brown side up.
I reached for my favorite coffee mug with a black cat on it on the mug rack but my hand came up empty.
He cleared his throat. "Looking for something?"
My eyes found the mug in his dumb, manly hands. "You," I stared at him. "You stole my mug."
"This?" He held up to mouth to take a satisfied sip.
I shouldn't have stared directly at his lips but they were the focus of the topic at hand. My mind recalled just how those lips made me feel in my dream. Then I remembered what had happened before that. I killed people. For Scott? We turned into monsters. I felt stupid thinking of it specifically.
"Heard you panting in your sleep last night, you okay?"
My attention turned back to him. I arched my brow. "Let's skip over the part where you act like you're concerned. How the hell did you hear me panting last night with a few walls between us?"
He turned back to his pancakes. "I'm a light sleeper," He fixed the bacon on the plate off to the side. "Let's not forget who punched a hole in the wall."
Color filled my cheeks. I turned away before he could see but from the soft laugh, he gave I'd say he could tell even with his back turned.
I grabbed a few fruits from the fridge, placed them on the counter, then turned for the ingredients to make my smoothie bowl. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. His gaze made my whole body itchy, too on edge to not fidget. Somehow I got the feeling he revelled in that.
Awkwardly, we both sat at the kitchen table with our breakfast.
"Where are your parents?"
I took a picture of my smoothie bowl for Instagram. "Work." I stood wh my bowl and headed out to the back patio so I could eat in peace.
Thankfully, I was left alone. I called Lydia to make plans.
"Let's do lunch,"
"Cool, I'm coming over to your place because my parents are smothering me." She added.
"Fine by me."
We hung up.
I was about to get up when my phone rung again.
Steve.
I groaned.
Ignoring it will only make him double his efforts, so I picked up.
"Steve,"
"Hey," His once sexy voice that got me all hot and bothered now made me roll my beautiful eyes.
I waited for him to continue the convo.
"What are you up to later?" He asked with hope in his voice.
I briefly inspected my nails. "Hanging out with Lydia, then dinner with the fam. Why?"
I knew why he was calling. He wanted me to come over and do my special thing on his dick. While I wasn't opposed, I didn't want him thinking this meant more than it did. It was supposed to be a summer fling, not a fuckship turned into a relationship. It wasn't so much what he said but the vibe or scent he gave off. I didn't really know people gave off scents according to mood but for some reason, I could smell Steve's desperation and that shit wasn't sexy.
"You know why, Malia. I miss your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock." He tried to whisper sexily into my ear.
I made a face. Fuck it, what the hell.
"I'll be over in a few." I hung up.
I went upstairs to change into something sexier then closed my door behind me.
Scott came to stand in his doorway, looking all kinds of wrong but so many kinds of right. He took in my tight crop top that showcased my abs and boobs, my new shorts that like Any other pair of shorts made my legs look like they went on for miles. I put my into a loose braid.
"What?" I asked if his obvious staring.
His dark eyes slid up to mine with a fire that resembled the sex dream.
I almost gulped. My heart doubled its pace.
"You look nice." He offered.
Somehow I don't think nice was the word he wanted to use but I took it.
"Thanks," I kind of wanted to smile but refrained because this was the Devil incarnate. No matter how tolerable he pretended to be and how delectable he appeared he was not to be trusted. Even with my smiles.
"Where are you headed?" He started.
My forehead creased. "You can't come if that's what you want to know,"
He moved out of the doorway and neared me with this dominance he didn't have two years ago. And he did have dominance. It almost rolled off of him. It reminded me more of my wet dream, the way he expertly fucked me. That pseudo pleasure washed over me.
"Why not?"
I wet my lips. "Because I'm going to get some dick and I don't think you want to be around for that." I moved a step toward him. "Even if you did you're still not invited, McCall."
He gave a slight smirk that I was ashamed to admit hit me below the stomach. "You know, if you need someone to take care of you I'd gladly step up." His thick finger trailed along my neck.
My nipples hardened while my pussy clenched.
"Something tells me you like it a little rough, Tate. Maybe a little choking, a little biting, huh?"
My eyes stared into his wondering how he had hit the nail on the head. It was exactly what had happened in my dream. And fuck if my thong wasn't soaked.
I involuntarily bit my lip. "You have no idea." I got into his space.
Our body heat seemed electric almost.
He gazed down at me with obvious attraction. His hard-on said as much.
"You let me know when, Malia."
My mind cleared. So he could brag about it to his friends? So he could make a fool out of me yet again?
I stepped back. "Not a snowball's chance in Hell," I headed for the stairs, trying to ignore his eyes on me.
The pulsing in my pussy had to be stopped. I contemplated masturbating in the driveway but I had a decent dick waiting for me to ride it. And holy shit did I need to ride something after that encounter.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I play into his manipulation? Dammit. He was all tan and sexy. Masculine and virile. I couldn't imagine fucking him would be anything short of amazing. I'd never had amazing before.
I had to wonder if his dick resembled what it did in my dream? A nice, hard, girthy cock that pounded into me over and over and over until I screamed out in pleasure which only egged him on more while he grunted sexily on top of me. Even if we were both portrayed as animals it did kind of make it hotter.
Oh, good God. I was wet.
The hum of the engine beneath me didn't help. I guess I wouldn't need the lube this time. Usually, I couldn't. Get wet enough with Steve. I assure him that it wasn't him, that I had a problem with that, but it was him. He barely knew what he was doing.
He opened the door for me. "Hey," He grinned.
It wasn't that he was bad looking or not a cool guy, he just wasn't the guy for me. Not in the way he wanted to be.
My hand grabbed his and led him to his room. "They're gone right?"
"Yup."
With the door locked behind us I pushed him into the bed roughly.
His eyes wildened in excitement.
I shed my clothes then ripped his off.
"Woah, what's gotten into you?"
I grabbed onto his half erect dick. "Nothing yet," I smirked at him, then took him into my mouth.
He groaned as he laid back on his bed. "Fuck, you're good at that."
My mind traveled back to the dream. Steve's dick turned into Scott's in my mouth. I sucked faster then deepthroated it. A moan left me.
"Holy shit, you never deepthroat me." He groaned.
A figure appeared out of the corner of my eye. When I saw it was Scott I choked on the dick in my throat.
"Yeah, that's right take my dick." Steve carried on humping my face. His hand grabbed my head. He leaned up off the bed enough I look at me. "You're going to make me cum."
To be clear, Steve didn't see Scott so I knew it was only in my mind.
Scott crouched down beside me. "You're really sucking another guys dick while thinking about me, Tate?"
I blinked a few times to clear my head but it didn't work. I tried to tell him to go away but I only hummed around Steve's dick.
Imagination Scott reached forward to grab my braid. "Well, let me help you."
My head moved up and down with Steve and Scott's pull and tug.
"Shit I'm gonna cum in your throat." Steve bucked his hips.
Scott lowered his mouth to my ear. "I bet you're going to cum when his cum shoots down your throat," He pulled my hand to his hard, jean-clad cock, and made me squeeze. "Because you're going to be thinking about this in your throat instead."
"Fuck!" Steve cursed as he shit his load.
As predicted, I did get off at that thought.
"Good girl" Scott whispered into my ear.
What was happening? Was I losing my mind? Why was I suddenly cock craving McCall? It had to be that dream. If this worked then he'd be out of my head and I could go back to hating him. Well, I still hated him but I couldn't deny I'd enjoy having his manhood sliding in and out of me.
I swallowed Steve's load then climbed onto the bed where I straddled his face.
He gladly ate me out.
My hands held onto the headboard. It wasn't a great job but it wasn't terrible.
He grabbed my hips to make me hover a bit. "You're so fucking wet, that never happens." He grinned, thinking it was his fault.
I gave a coy smile.
He went back to doing his thing that was mediocre.
My hand slid down to my clit to rub one out so I could get off already. I closed my eyes and saw a tan hand wrapped around the cock I dreamed about.
"Mhm," I moaned.
Wait, no.
My eyes flashed open.
I looked to the left to see that same cock wrapped in a hand. A manly hand that knew what to do.
My eyes slid up to his.
"You and I both know this is what happened when you left the house,"
I bit my lip. "Oh God,"
Steve slapped my ass.
"You and I both know that you like to watch, Tate." His eyes glowered into mine, not letting mine go. "You want to see me handle this piece of meat, don't you?" He slapped it.
"Yes," I rode Steve's face.
He jerked his dick beneath me.
Scott brought his cock closer to my face.
My mouth watered.
He tugged on it hard for me.
My finger sped up on my clit. "Fuck,"
"You want this cock, don't you?"
I let out a frustrated groan. I dismantled Steve's face then slid down his body. "I need this in me now,"
He seemed stoked that I was so turned on. Little did he know it had nothing to do with him.
I grabbed one of his condoms and placed it on him before I sunk down with a loud moan.
"Shit, you're wet."
I ignored him to plant my hands on his chest and went to work. My head tilted back and my eyes closed.
"You like how my dick feels in you, Malia?" He questioned.
Scott's mouth went to my ear again. "Do you?"
My pussy clenched. "Yes,"
Steve's hand grabbed my boob and squeezed. "You're tits are so hot."
"Yeah," Scott gazed down at them in hunger. "I bet they'd look really good with my cock in between them."
My hips worked faster.
"Go away," I whispered to Scott.
"Huh?" Steve asked.
I waved it off. "Nothing."
I ignored Scott until he disappeared but then I wasn't having as much fun and what was turning into great sex went back to sub-par.
I knew what I had to do.
"Fuck me, Steve."
His eyes met mine. He flipped us over then did his thing.
"Come on, Steve. Give it to me."
His strokes were faster I'll give it to him.
My eyes closed as my mind replayed the second scene.
Scott slammed into me then out. Into me then out. His skilled mouth nibbled on my neck.
I bit my lip. "Yeah, just like that."
"Yeah?"
I leaned up so my hands grabbed onto his ass to quicken his pace even more. "Fuck me like that but harder," I instructed.
He looked so turned on.
"Fuck me like you want to hurt me," I moaned. "Yeah, now you're getting it." I humped him back while I worked my hips.
"You need this, don't you?"
I looked into his eyes that were soon replaced by red ones. "You have no idea. Now stop talking and fuck me like you hate me."
My hands left his ass because he got the idea and gave me what I asked for. I placed one of his around my neck.
"Goddamn, you're horny today."
I nodded. "I've been a bad girl and I need you to teach me a lesson."
He chuckled. "I'm sure you've been a bad g-"
He was pushed aside to be replaced by imagination Scott.
Really? Why was I playing with fire?
Scott slid into me easily then slammed the rest of the way in with so much force my teeth knocked together.
He leaned down to wrap his hand around my throat. "If you believe this guy can make you cum half as good as I can you're lying to yourself." He slammed into me again, his dominant gaze held mine. He smirked and it went straight to my clit. "You like that?"
"Yes," I moaned.
His hold on my throat tightened. "I said do you like it?"
"Yes!"
His teeth elongated into fangs. "Good girl,"
I should've freaked out but I didn't.
He pounded into me like a dream, literally. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say your pussy has never been wetter, not for him, not for anybody."
"Just you."
My hands slid to grab his shoulders from behind.
He took them off to bring them above my head and force my wrists into the mattress with his tight grip. He growled at me.
"Oh, fuck me!"
He pounded away with powerful grunts.
"Ahhh, Yes! Just like that."
He lowered his sexy lips to bite into my neck.
I squeezed around him.
He groaned. "Fuck,"
A smirk played on my face. "You like this tight pussy?"
He growled in response.
"Only this wet for you," I told him.
Somehow possible he drove into me with even more force.
"You're going to take this cock and you're going to cum all over it, you understand?"
I nodded.
His hold on my neck tightened again. "Do you understand?"
"Yes yes yes! Oh God, fuck me just like that. Please make me cum."
"Ask me nicely,"
My pussy clenched hard around him. "Please please please make me cum all over your cock! You're fucking me so nice and hard, I need to cum!"
He gave another smirk. "Alright," He fucked me faster than I thought possible.
I wasn't sure I'd have any walls left.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck me," I cried out in the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my life.
"That's what I'm doing, and you're going to think about this cock," He slammed into me hard. "Every time you fuck him or anybody else."
That was a bit drastic but he was very convincing.
He growled into my neck.
"Shit Yes! I'm gonna cum."
"Where?" He said into my ear.
My eyes rolled back into my head. "Around your big fat cock! Uhhhh! Fuck fuck fuck!" My back arched off the bed. The height of my orgasm took me to another place, a place I hadn't ever been, then I was down. With Steve out of breath over top of me.
"That was so hot."
While I agreed I knew it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with Scott.
I had to leave, so I pushed him off of me.
"Yeah, gotta go." I got dressed.
He tried to pull me down. "Why don't you stay for a bit?" His sandy blonde hair was ruffled. "I can make us lunch, we can watch a movie or something."
I hated to be the bad guy here because I knew he liked me but this couldn't go on.
"Steve, I'm only interested in the bedroom. You get what I mean, right?"
He stared at me then eventually nodded. "Yeah, I got it."
"Cool. Thanks." I waved then made my escape.
Back in my car, I pulled my phone to my ear. "Bitch,"
"Bitch," Lydia answered.
I pulled out d his driveway. "Bitch,"
She gasped. "Bitch?"
"We need to get lunch now."
We hung up.
What heinous act had I committed? Scott McCall of all people had to be in my wet dream and start all of this? No way in hell was I going to take this lying down. The bastard had to go. Today.
A/N: Please let me know your thoughts!