Page 112 of Depraved Desires

Another gasp left her, the heat of her breath feathering against me as I slammed into her repetitively. When I saw him kiss her, all rationality left my senses, and I approached the idling vehicle.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned out. “Fuck!”

My hips started rotating again, hitting that sweet spot that her back arching like it had before. Her pupils were blown wide with lust and her lips were parted on silent screams as our gazes collided. Time seemed to slow when our eyes locked, the erratic beat of our hearts seeming to grow louder. She was clenching me so tightly; I knew it was only a matter of time.

Right as that thought echoed through my brain, she shattered. Liquid pulsed down my throbbing cock and I was quick to follow. A moan of my own escaped my defenses as I released inside of her.

My limbs gave out and I collapsed on top of the girl sprawled out beneath me. Both of us worked tiredly to catch out breaths, my body too weak to move just yet. Holy fucking shit.

I just lost my virginity to the girl I swore to hate.

After walking her back to Monroe’s, I headed to my room. My head was spinning from the events that had just occurred. Rocky was awake, leaning against his car when I returned her, his gaze locked on his phone with furrowed eyebrows—probably looking for the bitch he’d lost. There was no denying what had just happened in those woods. He knew, and that just made me even cockier. If the twigs, leaves, wild hair, and disheveled clothes were any indication. He’d bitched me out about his car window and the fact I knocked him out, but other than that, he seemed relieved that she was okay.

The water from the shower cascaded down my body, burning the scratches that marred my flesh. She was a sexual sadist, and it seemed that I was too. My knees ached from the ground, but overall, the release I felt after coming inside of her was the best orgasm I’d ever fucking had in my life.

I know enough about women, which is precisely why I’ll never put my dick in one.

Well, that ship has officially sailed. The regret I expected to feel, never came. Still, no memories haunted me. A sigh of content slipped past my lips as I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and running it over my soaked body.

My reflection in the mirror caught my eye. As expected, there was a dark hickey on the side of neck along with scratches. Twisting, I glanced at the damage on my back. Angry red marks littered my skin, starting at my shoulder blades and snaking down my spine and sides.

I could hide the ones on my back with a shirt, but the hickey and scratches on my neck would be impossible to cover up. Blowing out a breath, I made my way into my room and grabbed the first shirt I saw, slipping it on along with some boxers and sweats.

Who’s into boys now, dad?

Fuck him. Piece of shit.

I flicked off my light and made my way across the room, crawling beneath the comforter. Exhaustion settled inside me, pulling a yawn from my throat. My entire body was sore after what took place in the woods. While I considered myself to be in relatively good shape, that didn’t mean I was cut out for that kind of exercise.

My eyes grew heavier with every passing thought before they finally closed and reality became more distant.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm blaring, reminding me that it was a school day and that sleeping in was out of the equation.

Sighing, I ran a hand over my face and brought myself into a sitting position. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I reached out, snatching my phone from my bedside table before silencing the damn thing.

Just a few more months, and I’d be rid of this shit hole of a school. It wasn’t all bad. We got away with a lot of things here. It would feel weird being thrusted back into a world filled with normal people anyways. People who didn’t suffer the way we did—people who simply just had money issues and not the demons of their past weighing them down.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I stood and made my way over to my closet. I snatched a random, blue hoodie off a hanger and slipped it on. The cotton felt good against my skin, especially when I knew it was blistering cold outside. I put my shoes on next and shouldered my bag, before making a beeline for my bathroom. Grabbing the brush, I worked it through my hair until the tangles were out—which took longer than usual since Aspen had a field day with running her hands through it.

Bitch.

Even as the thought bounced around my skull, it didn’t hold any weight. Calling her names just felt hollow now. Unless it was to her face, because seeing her get so worked up over it was usually the highlight of my day. It was the reason I kept doing it.

I made my way out into the crowded hall. Their voices were loud and obnoxious this early in the morning and it made me grind my teeth in annoyance.

When I reached the doors, I couldn’t get to the cafeteria quickly enough. As soon as my tray was in my possession, my legs moved me toward our table where I dropped down into my usual seat, pushing out a sigh of relief. Myles was already here, but that wasn’t a surprise. He got up early every morning to workout in the gym.

He didn’t even look up from his food, opting to stuff his face rather than acknowledge my presence. Rolling my eyes, I picked up the carton of milk and poured it into the bowl of cereal.

I felt her before I saw her. Electricity spiraled down my spine, eliciting a series of goosebumps. My dick twitched, begging for another round that it would never get. My hand tightened around my spoon as I lifted it and dipped it in the bowl. Finally, I chanced a glance in her direction.

Aspen had just walked through the doors, her hair pulled into a high, messy ponytail. Even from here, I could see the darkcircles beneath her eyes. Her gaze clashed with mine, making my heart thunder in my chest. I expected her to look away, to pretend my existence didn’t matter to her, to do anything that showed me she didn’t give a shit. But instead, she shot me a cocky smirk, goading me. It was very rare when something caught me by surprise, but that certainly did.

Collin intercepted my view of her and by the time he moved to take his seat, she was gone. Hunter wasn’t far behind, sinking into the spot right next to me.

I blew out a breath, willing my dick to calm the fuck down. I’ve been horny on countless occasions, but none of those times were this prominent or frequent. I brought my spoon to my mouth and took a bite, swallowing down the soggy cereal. My nose scrunched up in disgust, and I pushed my tray away, not wanting to subject myself to anymore ofthat.

“Hey, did any of you fuckers see what happened to Barlow’s face?” Collin asked with a laugh. “He looks pretty rough.”

---