Page 13 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

Micki sighs and turns towards me more fully, ignoring the little dirty castle she’d been building as a way to pass the time and occupy her mind. She leans forward and my hand falls down her back as her face presses into my chest.

“I missed you,” she mutters. “While you were at school.”

I close my arms around her and lean back, pulling her until she’s laying somewhat on top of me. Having her so close—her body, her scent—is hell on my teenage hormones, but I want it. I don’t want it to ever stop. “I missed you, pretty girl,” I whisper back.

Her head settles on my chest and lays there, ear pressed to my heartbeat and I wonder if she can hear how fast it beats for her. We lay like that for a long time, as the wind around us filters down through the leaves of the big oak tree.

After a while, I speak, my voice hoarse from disuse at first. “Maybe when I talk to my dad, I can ask if it’d be alright for you to go to school with me,” I suggest.

Micki laughs, but it’s not an amused sound. “He’ll never let that happen,” she replies. “He’s old fashioned.”

She’s right. More than right—my father isn’t just old fashioned, he’s positively primitive. He doesn’t believe women have any right to attend school, much less alongside boys. It’s probably a good thing my mother never bore a daughter. Who the hell knows what he would’ve done to my sister if I’d had one. I squeeze Micki closer to me.

“He can’t stop you from going forever,” I say.

“No,” she agrees. “Even he’ll follow the law to an extent to keep eyes off of him, but he’s perfectly happy letting me attend online classes and I doubt he’ll change his mind.” She pushes off me, sitting up, and I follow. “Besides,” she continues, “at least this way I’m able to go at whatever pace I want to.”

She stares towards Eastpoint. “If we were to go to the same school, though,” I hedge as I lift my hand away from hers and then pull her back against my chest once more, circling my arms around her waist, “we could do all sorts of things without getting caught.”

Her sharp inhalation is like music to my ears as I slide my hands up her sides. Her tits are right there, in my reach. If I peek over her shoulder, I see the hollow valley of them down her v-necked t-shirt. I want to pull them out. Kiss them. Lick them. Suck on them until she’s writhing under or over me, begging me for more.

Her thighs clench and unclench between my legs. “Luc…” Her breathy whisper only serves to harden me more until my dick is pulsating in my jeans against the small of her back. Every little wiggle or small movement from her makes me grit my teeth and shove down my need until I’m a barely repressed monster.

My head dips down and I press my lips to her throat, shoving her hair out of the way to taste her skin. “You in one of those tiny little plaid uniform skirts,” I say gruffly as I kiss her flesh. “It’d be so fucking hot.”

She chuckles, though the sound is still airy as if she can’t quite put much effort into the laugh because she’s too focused on other things—other things being my mouth on her. “Is that what you’re thinking about?” she asks. “Fucking me underneath the stairwell of your high school’s front hall, maybe?”

I groan. “Fuck yes,” I mutter. “I’d pull you there in between classes and lift your skirt and come right here…” My words drift off as my hands move further south, diving between her legs.

Micki gasps and arches against me as my fingers find their way under the waistband of her loose cotton shorts. I push down even more until the heat of her is searing my palm. “You’d be so hot and wet for me, just like now,” I tell her.

“I’m not one of those girls,” she pants. “I wouldn’t let you—”

“Fuck you?” I finish her sentence of denial with a grin. “You don’t think so? I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.” I combine my words with two fingers slipping under her panties as well and right into her core. “And I always want to be with you, Micki.”

“Luc.” My name is a plea on her lips, a hardened one demanding more. I turn my head and press a quick kiss to her cheek.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” I ask. “You have to tell me if you want me to give it to you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says instead, shaking her head. “Not out here. The security cameras—”

“The cameras can’t see that well up here,” I cut her off. “They’re focused on protecting the house, not on watching you come apart under my fingers. Don’t you trust me?”

She whines as I curl my fingers up inside of her, reaching that spot that I know drives her wild. We’ve never pushed past this point. Beyond touches and kisses and mouths on intimate parts of our bodies, but soon. Soon, I’ll have all of her. It’s hell waiting until then.

“Your father…”

“Don’t think about him,” I tell her, my voice sharp. “Don’t ever bring him between us. He has nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with you and me. What is this?” I fuck her pussy with my fingers. “Tell me.”

“Luc, please…”

I shake my head and reach up with my free hand, gripping her chin and holding her head in my grasp until she has to look at me. “Tell me what this is?” I command.

Her eyes widen and her lashes flutter. “Yours. It’s yours.”

Something inside of me eases. “That’s right,” I say, thrusting my fingers back and forth, in and out. Her muscles clamp around me, squeezing me for all they’re worth. “It’s mine. You’re mine, pretty girl.”

Her lips part and she cries out as her muscles seize and she bows upward. I dive down and close my lips over hers as she comes all over my fingers. I swallow down the sounds of her orgasm as I wring her dry until she’s a trembling mess in front of me. Finally, when I pull my fingers free of her pussy and shorts, she’s laying against my chest, panting.

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