Boomer's lips moved against hers slowly, parting her own as his hand moved down her face. His long fingers curved around her neck, while the rough pad of his thumb slowly brushed back and forth on her jaw. His lips coaxed hers to open, then the hot tip of his tongue brushed along her top lip. Bubbles gasped softly at the feel of it, the way that it had sparked a fire so deep that it burned, almost itched between her legs. She whimpered against his lips and his hand moved higher up her thigh, lightly touching the end of her pale blue skirt. His other hand moved more towards her chin and as he pressed his tongue deeper his thumb came between their moist bottom lips.
Bubbles's hand lifted to go his wrist, fisting the sleeve of his jacket there as she shivered and shifted, trying to get rid of the burning suddenly between her legs. Her brain was fuzzy and all she could think about was the heat of his tongue and the sensations it was causing her. It ran along her roof and with it she could feel the round ball of his tongue piecing.
Then his thumb was deeper in her mouth, hooking on her lower teeth and pulling down, opening her mouth wider. He pressed his tongue harder and she moaned softly as he grew more aggressive.
Bubbles felt like she was having an outer body experience. This was Boomer she was kissing, one of the schools top delinquent, that same delinquent she's hated since the second grade. But her mind wasn't working and right now she couldn't really remember what her own name was, until he was pulling away, his lips pressing against her jaw while his wet thumb ran down her chin.
Bubbles panted breathlessly as she stared out the passenger side window, not really seeing anything. She had never been kissed like that before and was blaming that on why she was slightly confused as to how they had gotten to this point.
One minute she was on her way to draw at the football field and the next she was making out with Boomer Malori in the front seat of his car.
He kissed down her neck and nipped with his teeth, making her shudder against him. Her leg twitched under his hand in an attempt to stop her self from closing her legs around him. He dug his short nails into her, not enough to hurt but enough to make the hairs on her arms stand up. He dragged them down to her knee and then pressed his palm flat as he ran his hand back up and under her skirt.
She jerked back from him.
"No," she whispered brokenly, her voice sounding hoarse even to her own ears. She didn't want him feeling how wanting she was, she didn't need him making fun of her for something else, something like this. But it was already too late and his hand was wedged between her thighs, pressing two fingers against her through her silk white panties.
She jerked toward him this time, biting her lip as she moaned. Her one hand gripped his shoulder while the other wrapped around him, her hand on the small of his back. He groaned lowly against her neck, running his pierced tongue along her soft skin.
"You wet already? Just from a little kissing?" he asked against her collarbone. Bubbles felt herself blush even more, this time from embarrassment. But she paid it no mind because his fingers pressed and rubbed and she moved with him because it itched and burned and she wanted his touch there more than anything.
He nipped and kissed at her collar bone as his fingers moved, running along her and drawing the moisture onto his fingertips.
Bubbles felt like her blood had turned into molten lava, hot and burning as it rushed through her veins. She could feel her heart pumping it harder and faster in her chest, which felt tight and restricted, along with her stomach. It was full with tight knots of anticipation as his fingers tugged her panties aside and brushed along her wet lower lips. She hissed, clenching him tighter and pulling her thigh, sticking and moist with sweat, from his light tan leather seat to press it against his hip.
"Fuck," growled Boomer. He had stopping kissing her, instead resting his forehead on her moist collar bone as he touched her. His other hand moved from her neck to press against the window behind her head.
She shuddered against him, feeling his rough fingers dipping into her opening. They slid right in with no resistance, hot and slick from her. Boomer groaned lowly as she moaned and for a moment she thought that they sounded perfectly harmonized together.
His fingers started a slow rhythm, strong and rough inside her. He let out a grunt and then shoved hard, to the knuckles of his index and middle finger, before kissing at her neck again. Bubbles gasped and moaned clinging to him as hot pulses ran through her body from her core.
"So…who've you been fucking with?" he suddenly asked against her skin. Bubbles blinked, hardly registering his sudden question. He pulled away from her throat to look at her, a smirk on his handsome face. His fingers twisted inside her before opening, scissoring and stretching her. She closed her eyes again, a whimper escaping from her lips as her thighs tightened around him. Her stomach was tight as she arched her hips, moving against his hand.
"I have pretty long fingers, Bubbles, and…" he paused to curl his fingers inside her, touching that sensitive spot that was just right there. Bubbles jerked against him, her legs quivering as she choked on her gasps. She could feel it, almost teasing her it was so close. It was building up, getting so strong that she knew she would probably be shaking from the force of it for days.
"I'm not feeling anything. Nothing's here, nothing trying to stop my fingers from completely getting lost in you. There is no barrier, no resistance and…you're no virgin," he muttered lowly, his breath fanning against her chin. Did he sound disappointed, she wasn't sure.
Bubbles forced her eyes open, catching the dark possessive glint in his blue ones, almost black with his lust. It made her breath catch in her throat and she hit her head off the window as she jerked back, her nails digging into the small of his back.
"I never…" she managed to get out through clenched teeth. Boomer kissed her chin, his fingers curling again before he pushed in a third, burying them to his knuckles.
"Never what?" he asked, nipping with his teeth. Bubbles felt like she could die, it was hard to breathe and she was right on the edge, so close to just falling off. Her body was slick with sweat and she was hot and sensitive, her heart racing in her chest as she took in his intoxicating scent. She was embarrassed by her own pants and moans but she just couldn't stop.
"I never said I was," she gasped against his lips. He smirked, crushing his lips to hers in a hard kiss. His tongue almost abusing hers as his fingers found that rhythm again, this time his thumb went up to press against her clit before rubbing. Bubbles choked on a sob against his lips, shocked by the intensity of it as her orgasm took her, making her shake and quiver beneath him, clinging to him and digging her nails into his shoulder and lower back as she cried out into his mouth.
Boomer took it all, pressing into her shaking body as he pushed his fingers to go faster, his thumb rubbing harder. His mouth took in all her moans and whines, drinking her gasps as they came.
Bubbles blinked as her vision cleared, her eyes coming into focus on the roof of his car. Boomer shifted and she whimpered softly as he slid his fingers from her. She hated how smug he looked as he sat up right on the passenger's side. She would have felt dirty and cheap if her body wasn't still twitching from the after shocks.
She watched as he pushed his middle and index fingers between his lips, the same two that had just brought her to orgasm. She blushed at the sight of it, and she was sure she couldn't be anymore embarrassed until he pressed the palm of his other hand against his crotch, rubbing in a slow circle. He had a massive bulge there that made her shiver although she wasn't touching him.
He smirked at her, his dark blue eyes watching her from under blonde messy bangs. She wanted to fix it, part in down the middle how it usually is, but she knows if she touches him its over. He'll have her completely. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, pressing them against his bottom lip. He arched an eyebrow at her.
"So…you wanna suck my dick?" he asked lowly. Bubbles blushed more, she glared at him and lifted her leg, intent on kicking him in the thigh, but her whole body was like jell-o and instead her foot just landed on his knee.
"Your repulsive," she sighed, the fight out of her. He licked his lips and his eyes left her face to go down to her open legs. She gasped and moved to bring her leg back up but Boomer quickly caught her by the ankle, stopping her.
"No, stay like that," he groaned. She watched as he unzipped his pants, only taking his hand from her ankle to push his pants down to about the middle of his thigh. Bubbles blinked, her eyes taking in his erection, large and throbbing with a drop of pre-cum on the head. She leaned back, the thing was massive compared to what she's seen in the past and the thought of it being near her both excited and frightened her at the same time. Boomer licked his lips and again grabbed her ankle, pulling her leg out until her foot touched the dash board. He leaned over her and with his free hand, entered three fingers into her again.
Bubbles gasped, her back arching against the door at the sudden sensation. He twisted his fingers and gave a few pumps, making her shiver as her toes curled, her body was already starting to burn, bringing her close once again but then he was stopping and pulling his fingers from her. She blushed when he held them up, letting them shine in the street light.
He let out a little breathless moan at the sight before he was wrapping his hand around the head of his cock, gliding his fingers down it and making it wet with her. They both moaned at the sight of it, it made Bubbles's heart pound in her chest as she watched him. It was so embarrassing to see him touch himself so intimately but she couldn't pull her eyes away, she was mesmerized.
Boomer had closed his eyes and was leaning back into the seat. His hand came back up and then down again, starting a rhythm much like the one he had going with her.
Her eyes were trained on his moist hand as he brought it up to the head, his thumb running along the tip to spread around the liquid there. His hips jerked at that and he hissed through clenched teeth. He knew what he liked, she could tell as she watched him tighten his grip towards the base and then loosen it as he pulled his hand up to the top.
His forearm flexed as he moved and his hand was tight on her ankle. She licked her suddenly dry lips, shifting as cool air met with her wet, and getting wetter, sex.
"You wanna touch?" he asked suddenly, his hooded blue eyes dark as he stared at her. Bubbles leaned forward, hesitating as she reached over. She stopped short of touching him, her eyes once again taking in the jerky movement of his hand as he brought himself closer to climax. She can touch him, I mean he touched her right. And that doesn't mean he'll have her..right?
He let go of her ankle to take a hold of her wrist bringing her hand to him, he released his hardened cock to place his hand on top of hers, curling her hand around him in his place. He moaned lowly, and his hips lifted off the seat as he pumped into her smaller hand.
"Yea, like that," he grunted, his other hand curling around her neck, his long fingers going into the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer, his lips finding her neck again as their joined hands moved up and down his shaft. It was hot and throbbing beneath her hand and she held it tighter making him curse into her neck. He nipped with his teeth and then suddenly he was gasping, burying his face deeper into her moist neck.
Bubbles gasped as he came, her eyes on the hot liquid that came from the head, running down over his still moving hand as he made her pump him through his orgasm. He only stopped once he was completely soft under her hand. He sighed as he leaned away from her, settling back into the seat. Bubbles pulled her hand away, looking at the mess there. Boomer let her neck go and leaned forward, opening the glove department. He pulled out some napkins and wiped her hand off before doing the same to his own messy hand and then giving the same treatment to his groin before opening the door and tossing the dirty napkins out. Then he was lifting his hips and pulling his pants up.
Bubbles watched him as he did all this, her mind running a mile a minute. She had just made him come, she had just messed around with Boomer in the front seat of a car. She knew she should have felt dirty and used but she didn't. She felt confused yet relaxed and settled like it had been what she had needed. What confused her was that Boomer seemed to have known that. But not only was she feeling all these things but she was still that way. The act just completed now only aroused her further.
It was like Boomer had read her mind. His hand slowly ran up her leg, his eyes once again hooded.
"You want more," he stated, giving her a lazy smirk as he leaned over her, brushing his lips against hers. She slowly shook her head, denying it to the fullest. He let out a low sound in the back of his throat, dropping his head to nuzzle her chin and jaw.
"I have more than napkins in that glove department, Bubbles, I can give it to you if you want me to. Over and over again, I can, right here," he said softly. She shook her head again, closing her eyes as his teeth nipped at her skin.
"N-No, I have to get home," she whispered. She was sure that her parents hadn't even noticed she wasn't home yet but there was no way she could let this get any further than it already had. Messing around with Boomer was like playing with fire, her life was already crumbling and the last thing she needed was more burns on her heart. She pushed at his shoulders, locking eyes with him.
"And I said I wasn't having sex with you," she said more firmly. He gave a light shrug, pulling away from her.
"Okay," he said simply. She stared at him, arching an eyebrow.
"Okay?" she asked dumbly. He rolled his eyes, gesturing for them to switch seats, once they were seated again and Bubbles's heart was calming down again, from her climb over him, he started the car. He pulled off the side of the road as she quietly told him where she lived.
"After you go home tonight and get yourself off, you'll realize that your fingers are nothing like mine and you'll burn for it, you'll burn for me and I promise that you'll be beggin' to fuck me in no time," he said lightly, as if he was talking about the weather. Bubbles shook her head, ignoring the fact that she was indeed still burning slightly between the thighs and her blood was scorching as it pumped through her. It didn't help that every time she closed her eyes, she saw him, cock in his hand as he swiped his thumb over the tip.
"Oh please, you're the one begging to fuck me," she grumbled, shifting slightly at her own comment. Crude language wasn't exactly her forte. He did want to sleep with her, didn't he? Why would he do all this if he didn't? She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, his eyes were off the road as he looked at her, his blue eyes dark and a smirk on his face.
"If beggin' will get me between those thighs then I'll do it," he said lowly, his voice husky. Bubbles shivered from both his tone and words, wrapping her arms around herself. Boomer shifted.
"Let's talk about something else, I'm getting hard again," he said. She rolled her eyes.
"You're disgusting," she sighed. He chuckled.
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Bubbles woke feeling confused. The first thing she thought about was her night with Boomer. The car drive home hadn't been as awkward as she thought it was going to be. Besides his crude comments and completely rebellious and rude attitude, she found that he was funny and playful when he wanted to be. She was guessing that the best time to catch him in a good mood was right after he had an orgasm. He had dropped her off in front of her house with a pinch to her butt and a wink when she turned to glare at him before he was speeding off.
He had made her feel amazing in that short amount of time and when she was in the shower she had tried to repeat his performance, just like he said she would. She thought it was unfair how he had gotten her all worked up, calmed her down and then got her all hot again in just one night.
She sighed, brushing her hair up into two high pony tails. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to touch her again or for all of it to just go away. Just the other day he had broken almost all of her color pencils and then he wouldn't leave her alone, harassing her on almost three occasions, if she hadn't gone with him that last time…
Plus she's not his type. Hell, even the old her wasn't his type. God did she miss the old her. She pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, she would look appalling to him.
Besides did she really wanna have sex with him. Sure the attractions there but is the desire? Can she really be with another guy after Mike. I mean sure he's gorgeous, and has the rippling toned body and snarky laugh, but he's Boomer. He probably slept with a million girls, Bubbles may not be a virgin anymore but she's definitely inexperienced. He practically had to guide her for the blow job.
Not to mention he's mean. She just couldn't forgive him for doing that to her, for bullying her and confusing her after all these years. Her life was already in chaos, she didn't need him added onto that equation.
Grabbing her bag, she headed out the door without so much of a greeting to her parents. She walked to school, alone. There were some kids still wondering around the entrance, talking to one another before they had to go inside and head their separate ways. She walked up the stairs and pushed open the door. Luckily no one was staring at her,and no one was whispering or pointing, it meant that Boomer hadn't opened his big mouth about anything they had done. She walked to her locker, getting ready for the day.
"Oi, there she is."
Bubbles looked over her shoulder just in time to see the boys that Boomer had been with on the bleachers last night step to her. One was a red head while the other had black hair. The black haired one had his lip pierced while the red head had three eyebrow piercings over his right eye. His eyes were bloody red, contacts maybe. They looked pretty scary.
The black haired ones eyes were red too. Just not in the same way, only the white part of his eyes were red. He had a weird look on his face, and he kinda smelled like..something. Gosh, she mentally slapped herself. He's clearly high, she was such a bubblehead sometimes. She had never seen him before, maybe he's new? The other one, the red haired one, she had recognized from her old AP French class, he at least seemed to be in the right state of mind.
He's the one that grabbed her shoulder and shoved her, forcing her to turn around. He smirked at her.
"Well" he asked in a low gruff voice. The black haired one, looked her up and down. She slightly shivered and wondered just how much trouble would she get in for hitting the both of them and running.
"I mean, I guess you're pretty. We figured there had to be a reason Boomer would take you some where, right?" the black haired one asked, playing with a blunt in one hand, the other stuffed in his pocket.
Bubbles rolled her eyes, gripping her bag tight as she felt sweat beginning to form on her palms. She was not going to show them fear. She moved to turn back to her locker, this time the black haired one shoved her, making her hit the lockers behind her.
"You're not really his type though, Boomer's into slutty girls,. She's more your type aye Brick peppy and shit. You're a nerd or something right, in all those uppity classes with Red here," he said with a shrug.
The red head rolled his eyes and sarcastically laughed. "She's not in any of my classes dumbass, maybe she was before...you do look familiar. Weren't you a cheerleader last year".
"So he fucked a cheerleader, boooring? But out of all the cheerleaders, her really. I mean why the fuck is your sweatshirt so baggy. Is this it, Boomer fucking the weird cheerleaders now?" said the black haired one. Bubbles glared at him.
"We did nothing like that and if we had it wouldn't be any of your business," she spat. The black haired boy laughed, a loud laugh that cut through the chatter of kids in the hall. Bubbles cringed at the sound, pressing into the lockers.
"There it is! That most be what he likes. Can't say I blame him actually, you just went up four bars on my fuck-o-meter," he said. The red head..erh Brick snickered behind his hand, looking up at her through his auburn bangs.
"We'll see you around," he said before starting down the hall. The black haired one laughed again before following after him. Bubbles shook her head and turned back to her locker. That was another reason she refused to mess around with Boomer. He was involved with a bad crowd, no, not just involved, he was a part of that crowd, it was something she didn't need. She didn't want to get mixed up with him and his bad-boy friends.
After art class she stopped at her locker again, stuffing her sketch pad in side, then she heard it, the sound of heavy boots against the hard floor. She closed her locker and ducked her head, going the opposite direction. She wasn't avoiding him; she just refused to be anywhere near him.
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It was raining outside and yet they still had to run around the field. For a moment, Bubbles regretted wearing shorts but then again if she had worn pants then they would have been soaked and then what would she do with them, they would only stink up her locker. Shorts were, of course, smaller and would be a little bit less of a problem. She was glad that she had a hoodie on though, the last thing she needed was a cold, it also kept her hair from getting wet.
While a lot of the girls ran together in groups she was running by herself, it was fine though because all they did was whine about having to run for so long . Besides, not having a car like all of the other kids in her grade was an advantage to her because unlike them she had to walk every where, so running a mile wasn't so hard for her. Plus she liked running, it didn't exactly clear her mind like art it kept her distracted for a bit.
She pulled at her hood as she came around the turn, just one more lap and she would be done and she could rest until the others finished. When they were all done the teacher would let them into the locker room to change and go to their last period.
Bubbles panted through her nose her eyes going to the bleachers as something caught her eyes before she looked back to where she was running. Then her eyes quickly snapped back up to the bleachers, a slight stutter in her running.
Leaning on the railing that she was beginning to get very familiar with was Boomer. She frowned and pulled her hood further down her head, covering her face more. He was harassing her again and the thought made her heart race and at the same time made her stomach turn. She slowed down in her running, she knew that the moment she was done he would be on her. She shook her head, now she was being arrogant, just because he was there didn't mean he was there for her. This was an all girls gym class, they split up the boys from the girls during freshmen year. He could be there for any other girl, or being the pervert that he is, he's probably just there for a show of the other girls that were also wearing shorts.
She dropped her hands from her hood and gave a firm nod, she would just ignore him like she has all day, it would only make things better if he really was there for another girl. This time her heart twisted in her chest as she thought of him doing all the things he had done with her to another girl. It was a stupid thought, she knew for a fact that she wasn't the only girl he has ever touched. She slowed down as she neared the finish line, glaring down at the ground at that thought, she panted evenly, trying to get her breath back. She looked up as rain poured down around her, Boomer was staring at her with a smug smirk on his face.
No, he was there for her.
"All done, Bubbles?"
Bubbles looked away, focusing on her teacher. She gave a nod, regaining her breath. He nodded from under the protection of his umbrella.
"Yes, coach," she answered. He gestured towards the bleachers.
"Good, you can wait under the bleachers so that you're out of the rain," he said. She glanced up to Boomer but nodded grabbing her things and heading under the bleachers. It wasn't too dark under them, light shined down from in between each bench and step that made up the bleachers, it didn't just let in light though, water came in through too, though not a lot, making the place damp.
She dropped her bag onto the wet ground, it was already drenched from being in the rain so more water and dirt wouldn't hurt it. She crossed her arms and leaned against the brink wall of the school building, which was attached to the bleachers. It was building C, the athletic department. The school is broken up into three different parts. Part A, the academic department, part B the art department and last the athletic department, part C. They were all separate buildings only linked together by long and narrow walkways. The walkways were mostly glass which let you see out side, the only reason that they even had them was to protect the students from the rain and snow when they were switching classes. Her school was pretty large and formed a triangle, the center being a courtyard, filled with picnic tables to eat at during the warmer months of the school year.
The sound of boots against the pavement brought Bubbles from her thoughts. She looked up from under her hood, watching as Boomer came around the bleachers.
He had a smirk on his face as rain dripped from his hair and onto his face. He had one hand stuffed into the pocket of his black jacket while the other was above his head, running along the bottom of the bleachers as he walked beneath them, his gleaming eyes watching her. She flushed under his gaze, huffing and looking away as the rain sounded to a slow stop around them.
"Harassing me again?" she asked softly, breaking the silence. He stared at her for a moment before shifting, lifting his other arm up to join the first and using them to lean forward as he stopped directly a head of her. He was a good few yards or so away from her and yet it seemed like he was so close, already suffocating her.
"I wouldn't have to harass you if you weren't avoiding me," he muttered, his voice all nonchalant even as he grinned at her. She licked her lips and looked away from his face. Her eyes went down instead, taking in his wet neck, the tendons sticking out from his leaning forward position, the blue shirt he had on under his jacket was also wet, sticking to his clearly toned chest and just further down his shirt was up some, showing just a bit of tan skin. She snapped her eyes back up to his face before they could go any lower.
He had titled his head to the side, watching her watch him, it made her blush. She shifted, looking away to instead watch water drip from the bleachers.
"I'm not," she grumbled.
"Still a bad liar, guess I should be kinda glad that part of you didn't change," he sighed lowly. The sound of his boots on the ground again forced her to look back at him. His head was titled down as he messed around with a loose rock, then his lips twitched into a smirk before he kicked it at her. She gasped as it hit her in her leg before rolling back in front of her. She glared at him, bending to pick it up and toss it back at him. He grinned as it hit him in the chest before he walked towards her. Bubbles pressed into the brick wall behind her, feeling her cheeks flush, her heart rate speeding up.
"Why won't you leave me alone? You…you haven't paid me any attention before so please tell me why you're starting to now?" she asked lowly. She felt like he was too close, making it harder for her to think. He gave her a careless shrug, his hand coming up to follow around the edge of her hood, coming to stop at the V she had cut into it. His eyes flickered to hers for a moment before going back down as he tugged on it. She slapped his hand away and he smirked at her, placing it on the wall by her head as he leaned over her.
"I don't want to leave you alone," he muttered, his other hand coming up to trace the red letters of their school name on the front of her hoodie. She felt her eye twitch in annoyance, why did he insist on touching her? She ignored the fact that he only answered her first question.
"So what? I'm your new favorite toy and your just gonna throw me aside when I get old?" she asked. She watched him watch his hand as he trailed his index finger down the front of her hoodie. She could barely feel it through the thick fabric and the tank top she had on under it but she still had to stop herself from shivering. His finger dipped under the edge of her hoodie, then under the tank to lightly touch her navel. Her eyes fluttered closed and she fisted her hands, unable to hold back the shiver that went up her spine this time. When her eyes were open again his were on hers.
"Something like that," he answered lowly. She knew she should have been pissed by his answer but she wasn't really surprised, she was more surprised by the way just one of his fingers on her made her feel hot, even though she had just been in the pouring cold rain. She placed her hands on his wrist when his finger dipped down into the waist ban of her shorts, running along it. She sighed and tilted her head back, closing her eyes at the small caress.
Then the bleachers were shaking, the loud sound of shoes against the metal breaking the silence between them. For a second water sprinkled on them, falling from where it had been resting on the bleachers. They both looked up and Bubbles could clearly make out three bodies sitting up there, the seats were probably wet but they didn't seem to care.
"I could have sworn I saw him up here," said a girl. Bubbles frowned, she was clearly talking about Boomer.
"I wouldn't be surprised if he was, he usually skips class to go smoke," said a different girl. She thought it was pathetic how they knew that. To Bubbles Boomer was just a no good thug but to these other girls he was like some kind of god. Usually when you go from bed to bed you're labeled a whore or a slut but when Boomer did it the girls thought it was some kind of blessing, really, it disgusted her.
"It's just like Bubbles to be done first, she's such a fucking show off. I mean seriously I was in gym with that psycho Buttercup last year and even she wasn't done in under five minutes.," said the first girl. Bubbles felt her jaw go slack at the sudden change in topic. She glanced down at Boomer, a smirk coming to his face as he stared up at the bleachers. Bubbles opened her mouth to respond but Boomer quickly put his hand over it, shutting her up.
"Oh don't get me started on Bubb;es, ever since she quit cheer she's just completely became a serious weirdo. Like she has no friends and she's always by herself, like who does that?" asked another girl. Bubbles took her hands from his wrist to push at his chest. She could feel anger building in her chest, pumping hot boiling blood through out her. Who were they? They didn't know her, how could they so easily judge her?
"Oh god I thought she was annoying last year, with the whole I'm happy all the time bulshit.I swear she use to get on my last nerves. Like bitch sit your happy ass down, but now shes even more annoying. One of these days I'm gonna just tell her, ya know if your that miserable go ahead kill yourself" Said the last girl before bellowing in laughter.
The other two laughed along with, until the first one spoke up again, "Careful she may go psycho and try to kill you if you tell her that"
" Oh please, I bet I could fuck her ugly ass up" the last girl replied. Bubbles cringed at the sound of them laughing. They were laughing at her, making fun of her and Boomer was just holding her here, forcing her to listen to their petty insults. She fisted his shirt, as soon as he lets her go she's going to hit him hard in his stomach and then she was going to go up to those girls and see just who can fuck up who. She heard Boomer snort and then his hand was off her mouth and his lips were in its place.
Bubbles gasped against them, they were kind of cold from the rain but his tongue was hot, smoldering as it brushed along her lips, over and over again.
"Come on," he grumbled when she refused to part them. She fisted his shirt tighter, until her nails were pushing into the fabric and digging into her palms on the other side. She let her mouth open at his low plead and then his tongue was dipping in side, brushing against her teeth and the roof of her mouth before touching hers.
She could hardly hear them laughing anymore, her pants and the sounds of their lips meeting again and again seemed much louder. He pressed against her, the hand that had once been tugging at her shorts now going into her hoodie, his chilled fingers touching her hot stomach. She tensed under his cold touch but he just pressed closer, his other hand coming from the brick wall to thread his fingers into her hair under her hood, forcing her lips harder against his.
He laid his palm flat against her, dragging it up until his fingers brushed just under her breast before going around her back, bringing her closer as he pushed his leg between hers. He started a slow grind against her, rubbing into her hip as his thigh rubbed through her shorts. She broke away from his lips to moan softly, rocking against him.
"Made you forget, didn't I?" he asked, panting lightly against her cheek. He kissed her jaw, his hand moving from her back to travel to her butt, groping roughly, rocking her harder against him. She didn't really know what he was talking about, all she could think about was the fire in her lower stomach, too distracted by the feel of his tongue piercing against her, and how every time his thigh moved against her it sent tingles through her, making pleasurable chills go up her spine.
"Made you forget about the shit those girls were talking just now. Made you forget how pissed off you just was. I made you forget about everything but this, didn't I?" he muttered against her, his lips caressing her damp skin. Bubbles' eyes snapped open.
He made her forget.
"Okay, girls, the locker room is open. Get changed and head back to class!" called the coach. Boomer leaned up from her, his sparkling dark eyes locking with her startled icy ones.
"I have a proposition for you," he muttered lowly, a smirk gracing his lips.
Bubbles didn't trust the way his blue eyes shined, flowing with mischief, promising something dark. She cleared her throat, pushing at him slightly.
"I-I have to go," she whispered. He arched an eyebrow, something she noticed he did a lot.
"You don't want to hear me out first?" he asked. She shook her head slowly, her eyes unable to leave his. He pulled his hands from her and she blushed when he took his thigh from between her legs. She finally looked away as she righted herself. She turned from him, moving from between him and the wall to grab her things. She took two steps towards the gym door before stopping and looking over her shoulder at him. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, a smirk on his face as he watched her. She sighed, her shoulders slouching slightly.
"This proposition of yours better not make me late for class," she sighed. He grinned
Alright end of chapter 2, finally. Changed the rating, because well..yeah. Thank you to everyone who reviewed.
