Page 11 of His Brave Girl

“Hey, Pres, no.” Kyler drops to the floor and pulls me straight into his arms. “Chase didn’t replace you, baby. No one ever could do that. I still missed you so damn much.”

It’s not Chase bringing the tears to my eyes. God, I wish it were. Kyler has no idea how much I missed him too. How much I wished day in and day out to be back here. To see his kind face. To have someone who I could share my deepest secrets with. To have someone to distract me from the pain.

His arms wrap tighter. His head nuzzling right into the side of my neck. Just like he did yesterday. Right before the fireworks went off. I can feel his smooth lips running up to the spot below my ear, as if he already knows exactly what it will do to me. And when his lips begin suckling over my skin, a blaze of tingles flood my core and everything plaguing my mind fades away. The darkness is replaced with need, and l lean into it, crave more of it. I want to be drowned in pleasure and forget. The pain hurts, but this… this feels so good.

The coach blows his whistle, announcing that it’s time to move onto the next station, and both of us pull apart, not wanting to get into trouble again, but the sexual tension is thick in the air and surrounding us like an ever-pressing heat. I follow Kyler to our next spot, the sit-up station, which turns out to be inthe far back corner of the room. Almost hidden from everyone’s view. And the heat that’s causing my nerves to sweat, grows more intense.

Kyler gestures for me to go first. But as soon as I lie down on the mat and get into sit-up position, I know exactly why he wanted me to start. And when Kyler kneels before me, ready to brace my feet in place, a raw hunger burning in his eyes, I know I’m in trouble.

He glances over his shoulder, checking to make sure the coast is clear, and the air rushes from my lungs. Even if I wanted to put a stop to this, I’m not strong enough. I want him to consume my every thought. There’s an emptiness deep within that’s gnawing at my soul and I need him to make it go away. Even for just a little bit.

His heads snaps back around and the fierce determination is seared into every feature. He nudges my legs apart and makes no apologies as he zeroes in on the spot between my thighs. The one I’m sure is revealing the effect he has on me. His tongue wets his lip, and his head starts lowering. It’s as if he’s completely forgotten where we are.

“Kyler, no,” I gasp, finding the words impossible to push past my lips. I want it so bad, but he can’t. If anyone catches us, we’ll both be suspended. And if my dad hears exactly how I got into trouble, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look him in the eye again.

He shakes his head as if snapping out of a trance. “Goddamn, baby. Fuck. The things I’d do to you if we weren’t in this room.”

The ache becomes too great for me to bear. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some friction. I need to take the edge off before I explode. Kyler catches my movement, and with an intense force, shoves my legs apart and wedges himself between my knees, blocking me from doing it again. “This pussy is mine, baby. If you need a release, I’m the one you’ll get it from.”Oh God.

His fingers brush over my shorts, but his teasing touch can barely be felt. I begin to squirm, trying to get more pressure, but he shakes his head. “This sweet little girl is going to learn some patience.”

He can’t be serious. I’m dying. And at any moment the coach or a classmate could walk over and put a stop to us. Time is of the essence, and my pussy is desperate to be relieved of the ache that’s now building in my gut. Thankfully, when he glances over his shoulder, I think he comes to the same realization. And the moment his thumb presses against my clit, rubbing it up and down, my back arches off the mat, pleasure coiling within my core.

“Shh…baby…you have to be quiet and relax so I can give this to you. Otherwise, Coach will come over.”

Oh God. I hadn’t realized I’d made any noise. I was already in the quicksand, being swallowed up by the lust. And as his two strong fingers slide lower between my legs, gliding over the soaked cotton down to that empty, aching place, I have to shove my fist in my mouth, bite down to keep the moan from slipping past my lips. His fingers slide under the material, making direct contact with my swollen lips, and I fail miserably at holding it back.

My eyes snap open as the wild sound slips from my throat. I’m worried I’ve just drawn attention to us. Kyler’s head snaps over his shoulder, no doubt trying to make sure we haven’t been heard. When he turns back around, the look in his eyes has me ready to moan again. The desire is so heavy, it looks like he’s going to lose control.

“I’m only giving you this warning for your own good, babe, but if you keep that up, I’ll be tearing these little shorts off and fucking you raw. I don’t give a shit who hears or sees. But I know you do. So, unless you want coach to see me drilling this slickcunt right on this mat, you better hold it in. Or at least make it sound like you’re grunting from doing sit-ups.”

I’m pretty sure after what he just said, I’d let him fuck me right on the coach’s desk. But since I never want my dad to look at me with anything less than pride in his eyes, I’ll keep my mouth shut.

He looks over his shoulder one more time before his fingers dive right back under my shorts. They begin their skillful torment, and I know it won’t be long before I’m plummeting.

“You feel so fucking good, Presley. So swollen. Damn, I need to see you.”

My shorts are suddenly yanked to the side with so much force I hear the seam start to rip.

“Fuck. You’re perfect. So plump and ready.” His fingers rub over my swollen lips and I struggle to fight back the moan. “So tight and slick.” Two thick digits press inside my entrance and my back comes flying off the mat. I take myself all the way to a sitting position, trying to mask the sounds like he suggested. But when his fingers start fucking my core relentlessly, I give up on the pretenses.

My hips begin to rock forward, meeting his every thrust. I look down between us and watch as his fingers disappear inside my channel. His palm hitting my clit with every pass. The sight of it drives me straight into my orgasm. I bite down on my lip, trying to keep quiet, but as he pulls me under, the whimpers come slipping out.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand. Fuck my fingers like you’ll fuck my cock.”

His rough grunts hit me with another surge and a gush comes flooding out. I flop back onto the mat, no longer able to hold myself up. My body is convulsing as he draws every drop of pleasure out. If the coach came over now, he’d probably thinkI’m having a seizure. But what I’m having is the most incredible orgasm of my entire life.

A low groan has me opening my eyes. Kyler’s still staring between my legs. The hunger I see has blood pumping right back into the spot he’s still rubbing. When his fingers finally retreat, I almost grab his hand and hold him in place. But as I see him take them into his mouth and suck them straight between his lips, I decide that watching is just as heady as his touch. I’m ready to go again, but unfortunately, the whistle blows and our time is now up.

CHAPTER 8

Kyler

Presley’s eating lunch again with Ruby. But today, I’m not staying away. I grab my tray of food and begin walking in her direction. Chase comes to my side, falling right in step.

“We sitting with your girl today?”

I nod. “Yep. Better than sitting with the bitch and her slaves.”

---