So... I was bored and decided to update this story again.

Not sure if it's good,,, I'm always a bit self-concious while writing anything sexual :P

so yeah this is again definitly an 18 OR OLDER chapter.

hope you enjoy.

Say it

My heals tick on the ground as I walk through the empty school halls.

I just ordered some random guy that was roaming the school to go and get you, tell you the principle wants to see you. God knows little Haley James isn't going to say no to that!

I sneak in the janitors closet that I know so well and I wait.

Wait till I hear the soft footsteps that are so distinct that I could recognize them anywhere.

Like a predator I'm ready, ready to strike once the pray is inside reach. When you are close enough for me to smell you, and boy do you smell good!

You scream when I grab you and drag you in the room, but my hand is there to silence you in an instance and my lips find themselves on your neck.

I hold you still, not trusting you enough to not run away. So I keep your arms behind your back and my hand over your mouth.

You look so good there, pressed against the wall, trying to turn your head in order to see who it is that assaulted you. But I'm sure you already know since I'm the only one that has ever done this sort of thing to you.

"You know…" I whisper in your ear, making you shudder. "I really didn't like the way you ran out on me this morning."

My warm breath tickles the soft skin of your neck and I can feel you tremble, it's so obvious that you want me, and even more obvious how much you are trying to restrain yourself.

"I didn't even get to make you scream my name again" I continue making you squeak out. No doubt you're blushing right now, not used to hearing such things.

It makes me smile, thinking about how cute and innocent you really are. Well how innocent you were…

Now you aren't anymore. I think we covered that last night with you beneath me, panting out my name and begging for more.

"Brooke…" you finally manage to say "we can't… not here…" you pant, obviously distracted by my hands that are making their way across your body. Your perfect body.

At this I let go of your hands and bite your neck hard enough to make it hurt, but soft enough to make you moan. "It's either here or in a classroom with everyone else watching…"

I whisper and you moan, though I'm not sure if it's because of that mental image or the fact that I just turned you around and pushed my thigh between your legs.

Your eyes close as I press down harder. And your hands clamp onto my shirt as mine find their way under your shirt and make it all the way up.

But just as they are about to reach their destination, your beautiful hardened nipples, I stop. Your eyes flash open now and you are looking at me with a tortured expression on your face. Poor little tutor girl.

"Say it" I whisper.

And now you just look confused, "what?" you mumble incoherently and I can't help but love the fact that I Brooke Davis am able to make smart little Haley James lose her mind.

I lean in close, close enough for you to feel my breath on the wet skin of your neck. On the skin where I'm sure will be some marks for a few days. "You know what I mean" I say and I know you do.

You said it last night too.

About a million times…

Then I see it in your eyes. You remember. I can see it by the way your eyes darken and your nostrils flare. But most of all I can tell because of the smell that fills the room.

The smell of how wet you are for me.

"Please Brooke, please I want –" but before you can finish my hand is already inside your pants.

Inside your panties and deep inside of you.

You finish your sentence with a loud moan as a roughly push my two fingers deeper inside of you. God you are so fucking wet for me, for me alone.

I feel you pull my hair put I don't really care, I'm sure you need something to hold onto. Just like I'm sure your back is probably hurting from how it keeps ramming against the wall with each hard trust of me inside of you.

"You like that don't you?" I ask you, my voice hard and raspy. You are so damn sexy, it drives me crazy. "just like you liked yesterday."

You can only nod as I continue my ministrations, only this time adding my thumb in the mix by moving it over your hardened clit.

"More" you breathe out as sweat starts to bead on your forehead. Smirking sexily I add another finger inside of you, making your hips buck up for even more of me.

Who knew tutor girl would ever be fucked inside a janitors closet?

It feels good having you in here, like this. Once again knowing that I'm really the only one that can touch you like this, the only one that can make you moan like this.

But then again you're also the only one that drives me crazy like this…

Feeling your legs buckle I reach down grabbing your perfect round as tightly to hold you up. Your hand have left my hair and are now searching for a better spot to hold onto.

You finally manage to grab onto some shelves and I have to admit I've never seen anything more hot than this.

There you are: pushed against the wall, your arms spread out to either side of you, holding on for dear life. You head is thrown back in sheer pleasure, and I think I can see some blood coming from you lips, you're biting them so hard to keep from screaming out.

But the best part of this all is lower. Past the pushed up bra and your uncovered breast. Past the zipper of your jeans and inside your pants.

There my hand is against your hot centre, covered in your slick arousal. Sliding in and out, pushing harder and deeper with each trust.

You're close now, I can feel it. The way your muscles clench around me. The way you are almost growling. And most of all the way you keep mumbling please.

I love it when you beg…

So with one last push and curl of my fingers I push you over the edge. With one last scream that you weren't able to hold back all your muscles spasm violently.

One of the shelves brakes and you slide down onto the ground, your exhausted legs useless now.

I can see you sitting there on the ground trying to catch your breath while looking up at me. I look right back and bring up my fingers to my face, they are covered by you and I can't help but want to taste them.

So I do and by the moan I just heard I'm sure it turns you on. "Brooke" you whisper once again, for the hundredth time this past couple of minutes. "Please?"

I'm not sure what you want, but I'm sure I will find out later though. Not now. Now I've got to get to class.

I bent down, give you one last fierce kiss and stand up again. And then without giving you a second glance I open the door and walk out.

Leaving you there sitting on the floor, with your t-shirt pushed up and your jeans pulled down. Leaving you there on the cold hard floor of the dark janitors closet, all alone.

Leaving you just like you left me this morning…

Don't worry though, I'm still not done with you. My head is filled with thousands of different plans to make you scream, to make you beg and more.

Just you wait Haley James

You'll see…

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