Page 117 of Pay for Your Lies

“Let me give you a lift.”

I nod, reaching to get my bag, but he grabs it before I can and swings it over his left shoulder, taking my hand in his.

I stare wordlessly at where our hands are joined, taken aback by the tender gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” He says.

Once we’re in the car, he peels out of the parking lot and towards The Pen, his hand resting proprietarily on my thigh the entire way home.

When we’re outside my apartment, I turn towards him and kiss him, my hand finding its way to his cock, hard again like he always seems to be when I’m near.

“What are you doing?” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“Come upstairs and fuck me. Make me come.” I tell him, before adding. “Please.”

He groans against my mouth and I can feel his resolve bending. But after a tense moment, he squeezes my hand around his dick once and then removes it.

“As much as I want to fuck you again, as much as I want to stuff my dick in all your holes and make you beg for me,” he says, “I’m not going to.”

I huff out a furious breath and he grabs my jaw, twisting me towards him as I cry out, surprised.

“Go home, take a warm shower, clean your sore pussy, and touch yourself to memories of me. How I made you come earlier. How I fucked you just now. Ask yourself if this little game you’re playing is worth losing out on the best orgasms of your life.” He slams his mouth down on mine and bites my lip until I taste blood on my tongue. “Now thank me for fucking you.”

I rip my face away and jump out the car. Turning around, I grab the door and give him a sweet smile.

“Thank you,” I say, flipping him off, “and fuck you.”

I slam the door and walk away but not before I see the corner of his mouth lift in a proud, pleased smile.

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Thayer

I wake up the next day with a soreness between my legs and a general ache in my whole body.

I’ve got scrapes and bruises all over my skin and on my palms from the way I’d rubbed up against the hard ground.

The memory of his heavy weight over me and the way he’d stilled before he’d pulsed inside me as he came have a shiver moving from the top of my head and down my spine.

Despite the soreness, I want him again.

Or I want him for real this time, coming around his dick like I know I would have if he’d let me.

He’s got a game and I have a group project I need to work on after school, so we’re not having one of our practices today. I’ll see him in Spanish, but that’s it.

I don’t really know how I’m supposed to act when I see him today. Am I supposed to kiss him? Am I supposed to act like nothing happened?

Which of those do I even want?

My head’s fucked and it doesn’t help that he hasn’t texted since we parted last night.

Maybe I’m naive for assuming this, but I thought he would.

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I walk into class and sit in one of the two seater desks in the middle of the room. I bend to the side, reaching into my backpack and pulling out my Spanish dictionary.

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