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The Game

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Warning: Profanity + Lemon + Lots of sex

Unbuckling his belt, he pushed the petite brunette against the bed, kissing her slowly. His button popped right off, and he eased his lips back down to meet hers. Her hands didn't even hesitate to reach into his pants and grab his cock. She saw his Adam's Apple bob as she grabbed his member roughly. But, he liked it. Whatever the hell they were doing, he liked it. He didn't even understand they got to the position they were in. When it started, it was only a few days before this.

THREE DAYS PRIOR

She was shy. Not when she was with her close friends, but around her peers that she didn't know. Tucking a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, she began to write down her history notes. When the bell rang, she hurried out of the classroom. Last class of the day... She always loved leaving the most. But it seemed that she had a barrier between herself and home. A very muscular barrier, that was... it was Toby Cavanaugh. What words summed him up? Bad. Egomaniac. Popular. Cocky.

There was nothing but a smirk written on his face. "Hello, Spencer Hastings," he said in a teasing manner, as if it was weird to talk to her. It was abnormal, but she didn't think that a cool guy talking to her was a crime or anything. "I was wondering if I could borrow next month's homework from you. I'll assume you have the year's worth complete."

And then she glared. That was why she stayed away from people, especially guys, like him. She rolled her eyes, and said, "Just because I've got more brain cells than you, doesn't mean I'm a complete loser. As shocking as would be to an egomaniac like you, I have a life outside of school, too. I'm not someone who dedicates my life to studying."

"Feisty, I see," he said, grinning. "Yeah, I'll say... You're just the most rebellious person on earth! You act like a bad ass, with your drugs, sex, smoking... I think my mom has talked about what a bad influence you are." His sarcasm wasn't appreciated. She rolled her eyes and was about to walk away, but he stopped her. He actually did.

"Look, I've got a little experiment I've been wanting to test out, and a good girl like you is perfect for the job," he said, smiling. "I want to know what a good girl's really like. We all know good girls do bad things, so let's see what bad things you can do for me. Do something, anything." He pointed to the button of his pants, raising an eyebrow. She swore he winked a few times.

And she could have sworn that her jaw fell on the floor.

"Are you asking me to—" she began, blinking her eyes. She didn't finish, since he cut her off.

"I want you to fuck me."

She laughed loudly. He was obviously kidding. No sane person would ever be so blunt. When she saw that he was serious, she was about to pass out. He couldn't be serious. It was just to piss her off. He was all about being a piss off!

"Just what I thought," Toby said, shrugging his shoulders. "I knew that good girls don't do anything bad. It's obvious. Look at you, you're a fucking prude."

And that offended her. She didn't like to be called a prude. She didn't want to be called a good girl, or classified as a loser. And she wasn't going to let Toby Cavanaugh be obnoxious. She was going to surprise him, and she was going to cross the line.

She stepped closer to him, and pulled his belt right off. She let it fall to the floor, and smirked at him. He looked up in shock, but she didn't stop there. She shoved a hand down his boxers, and grabbed his cock. He yelped at her sudden gesture, and his blue eyes widened. His pants and boxers dropped to his ankles, but he didn't kick them off.

"You wouldn't—" he began, confidently.

Once again, she didn't fail to surprise him. The brunette took his cock into her mouth, kneeling on the floor, and sucking on it slowly. He opened his mouth to speak, but simply moaned instead. She pumped him with her fist, stroking the now-moist surface with her hands. He wasn't ever expecting her to give in to sex, nor a blow job.

It wasn't long until he was going to orgasm. He pegged her as the kind to spit, but she didn't. She swallowed every drop of his cum. Swallowed. She didn't even seem to give a crap about the risks of getting caught. He was licking his lips by the time she was done. He cleaned himself off with a tissue from their history teacher's desk, and then pulled his boxers and his jeans back up.

"What do you have to say about good girls now?" Spencer asked, a smirk still plastered on her face. When he was too stunned to speak, she smirked again. "That's what I thought, pretty boy." Her confidence had skyrocketed for some reason. She felt comfortable enough. Was it because she had now seen a different side of him? She pat his back and was about to walk off.

He stopped her before she could leave. "Let's meet up some time."

"What the hell are you suggesting?"

"Let's have sex," he started, "in every way possible. It's like a game."