She fucking powers through.
With nimble fingers, she has my pants undone and my dick out in record time. I haven’t really given much thought to whether I have an erection or not until she fucking whips me out, but hell yeah, I’m hard as steel and rigid in her hands. The second she closes her fingers around me, I realize that I’ve made a mistake. The girl has brass balls on her the size of watermelons. It takes her no time at all to shift her hips forward, lift her skirt, pull her panties to one side, and fucking sink herself down onto my dick.
Whoa. Wha….
Her eyes shutter closed. Her lips part, her head rocking back, and the sight of her, fully clothed still, skirt now concealing the point where our bodies are joined, is the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen. “Shit, Pax. Oh God, that feels…you feel so fucking good.”
It's broad ass daylight.
She has me on my back on the fucking green, fifty meters from the lake.
My dick is inside her, and I can see Damiana Lozano, up by the rear entrance to the building, pacing back and forth on her phone. Shadows move across the windows on the academy’s second floor. Back up the hill, where I jumped out of the car and followed Chase down here, a group of students congregate in a little knot, chatting away, completely oblivious. And we’re here, by the mouth of the maze, visible for all to see, and I repeat…my dick is inside Presley Maria Witton Chase. She slowly grinds against me and I hiss, grabbing hold of her by her hips. “What the fuck!”
Her eyes open. She looks down at me, studying me coolly. I see it now. I see how powerful she is like this, and I realize that she’s always had this power. I’ve just been reluctant to admit it until now, when I have no other choice but to acknowledge it…
“You told me to do it,” she says, shrugging. “You shouldn’t expect me to run away from you anymore, Pax. Those days are over.”
“I can fucking see that.”
She angles her hips forward, the tiniest of degrees, and the wet, delicious warmth of her intensifies. Jesus fucking Christ! “Just…stay fucking still.”
A coquettish little smile plays over her lips. “Are you still bored, Pax?”
“No. No, I am not. But fuck!”
She dips her head, laughing out loud. Such a distinctive sound—one I can’t say I’ve ever heard before. It makes my chest strangely tight. “What? Don’t you want to come inside me in front of the entire senior class?” she teases.
“You’re playing with fire,” I growl.
“Aren’t you forgetting?” She points to her hair. “I’m a redhead. We’re a very fiery people.” With that, she rolls her hips again, this time her body arching with the motion, and I damn near come on the motherfucking spot. What the hell is she doing?
“Chase.” A warning. A promise that there will be repercussions for this madness.
She doesn’t look like she cares. She stares me down as she does it again, and I can feel my resolve splintering. She feels fucking amazing, and seeing her like this, taking charge, knowing we’re more than likely going to get caught? It’s fucking doing something to me.
“You think you’re so damn clever, don’t you?” I grit out.
Her open-mouthed smile is divine. “Uh huh. Yeah, I kinda do.”
“Fine. I can play this game, too, y’know.” I slip my hand under her skirt, immediately finding her clit. Her panties are shoved all the way to the side, and she is so fucking wet—so wet, in fact, that she’s soaked through the front of my t-shirt, which was trapped between our bodies until a second ago.
I’m unforgiving when I begin to slowly rub her with the pad of my thumb. She gasps, jerking against me, which doesn’t do much for how dangerously close I am to coming. Taking a deep, calming breath, I rein myself in, managing to get a hold of myself. I feel myself retreating from the edge, mastering my shit, and a steady calm settles over me. Boy, is she in fucking trouble now.
Chase lets out a tiny little moan as I tilt back, withdrawing myself from inside her a little, then press forward again, upward, spearing her deeper on the end of my cock. “Holy shit.” She shudders, placing both of her hands flat against my chest, her nails digging in through the thin material of my shirt.
I let her sink her claws in, not minding the pain one little bit. I’m busy inflicting my own kind of damage. Faster and faster, I rub my thumb over the slick, swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, feeling particularly wicked when she arches her back again, letting out a too-loud moan that disturbs the geese on the lake.
She’ll come before me. That’s the way it should be. I’m going to make her gush all over my dick, in public, no less, and I will have won this round, too. It is a competition. All of this feels like some kind of strategy game, where we’re both constantly trying to one-up the other person, and—
“Can you fucking believe it? I’ve been on hold for thirty minutes, and those assholes still won’t tell me if Mercy’s even enrolled at their dumb school.”
I freeze.
Chase freezes.
We stare each other down, our expressions identical depictions of the same thought:
OH, FUCK.
“I mean, it’s not like it’s a difficult question. Is Mercy Jacobi a student at your tiny, redneck school for illiterate morons or not?” Damiana Lozano slumps down next to us in a cloud of Marc Jacobs perfume, her long blonde hair arranged on top of her head in a braid crown. She mutters something under her breath as she yanks her purse into her lap and hunts around inside it for something. She pulls out a tube of lip gloss and begins applying it.
“What the hell, Dami?” I am going to deadass murder her.
She looks up at me, finally, pulling a bored face. “What? You can’t tell me you haven’t wondered where she went, asshole.”
My hand’s still hidden under Chase’s skirt. I dig my fingers into her thigh, silently warning her not to move. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“Mercy!” Damiana looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Your roommate’s twin sister? Have you forgotten all about her?”
“Yes! I fucking have!” Mercy Jacobi is an asshole—a creature I tolerated because she came with Wren as part of the Jacobi package. She’s flitted in and out of our lives more times than I can count since I moved into Riot House. I was far from surprised when she disappeared after Mara’s death, deciding to finish up her high school career elsewhere.
Damiana gives an unpleasant, tight smile to Chase. She doesn’t seem to have noticed the compromising position we’re in right now. She thinks Chase is just randomly straddling me. Forgivable, I guess, since we are both fully clothed. “You knew Mercy a little, didn’t you?” Damiana says. “Have you heard from her?”
“Ahhh! I—” Chase closes her eyes. Composes herself. “Uhh, I didn’t know her that well at all actually. She wouldn’t call me.”
“Great.” Dami rolls her eyes. “Why is everyone so socially inept around here?”
An evil, evil thought occurs to me, watching Chase struggle to marshal herself. Should I? It’d be really fucking cruel, and will probably end in disaster, but I don’t really care at this point. I slide my hand up the inside of Chase’s thigh again, locating her clit in one smooth movement that Damiana definitely doesn’t notice. “Why fucking bother?” I say. On top of me, Chase’s eyes are the size of silver dollars. She glares at me so hard, I want to burst out laughing.