Page 158 of Dare To Break

“Okay, everyone,” Lacy calls, stepping to the front. “You know the routine. Brad is going to start the music, and we start from the beginning.”

Brad waves at us from his seat, Jace, Evan, Bret, and a few of the other jocks are with them. Miles isn’t there, but I notice Kellan and Eli lurking at the opposite end of the bleachers to the other boys.

We all line up and the music starts setting us into motion.

Flinging my arms out and shaking my pom poms I try to stay focused on my movements. My breasts jiggle beneath my top as I jump, prance, and wiggle my body in time with the beat. When I swing around to face the bleachers again, my gaze focuses on the students watching us.

Brad is staring at my chest. Evan, Jace, and Bret are soon ogling me as well.

Oh my god. They know I’m not wearing a bra.

My face is hot but a tiny part of me enjoys the attention. I smile widely and let myself sink into the routine until we come to a stop.

“Really? No bra?” Tina pants from beside me.

The intoxicating glow of self-awareness congeals into wariness. “I—”

“Who are you after this time? Brad? Evan?”

I glance around, catching a few of the other cheerleaders giving me withering stares.

Closing in on me, Tina gets right up into my face. “You might have everyone else fooled with the sweet and innocent act, but not us.”

My stomach plummets at her words.

***

I’m sitting on the bench with the blindfold covering my eyes, my earlier excitement is tainted by Tina’s words. I shouldn’t care what she thinks but a part of me does. I’ve lived my whole life wanting people to like me, and that’s the one thing I’ve wanted since I got here.

A hand touches my shoulder making me jump.

“How did you feel without a bra today, knowing everyone noticed?” Sin asks quietly.

Taking a deep breath, I tell him the truth. “Embarrassed, sexy, desirable.”

Fingers stroke my hair. “All the boys wanted a taste of you.”

I shiver at his words. “Yes.”

“Would you have let them if they asked?”

“No.” I shake my head.

Only you. There’s been no one else. You’re my first.

I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from admitting it out loud.

He takes my hand, and I rise confidently from the bench. Like all the times before, I let him guide me into the tomb, excited that we’re finally alone. No interruptions, just the two of us in our secret place.

I remain still while he strips me of my clothes. Dizzy with anticipation, I kick off my sneakers. Lifting my feet one at a time, I allow him to remove my yoga pants and panties. Keeping my arms loosely at my sides, I stand tall, knowing he’s watching me. I’m not embarrassed. Not anymore. I want him to see me. It’s clear from the way he talks to me that he likes what he sees. For the first time in my life I feel sensual and beautiful.

“I’m going to take a photo,” he tells me, caressing his warm palms down my arms. “And record a video so you can see how fucking beautiful you look with my dick in your mouth.”

“You made a video before when you …”

“When I ate you out,” he finishes for me. “I’ll add it to the cloud tonight after we’re finished here. On your knees for me, Kitten.”

I lower myself to the floor. The stone is cold and solid beneath my legs as I kneel.

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