“Rogue,” I said breathlessly, but he didn’t answer. The only reply I got was him suddenly dropping to his knees in front of me, and then he pulled my legs over his shoulders.
My hands tightened on the bar and I nearly started hyperventilating with a mixture of nervousness, thrill, and desire forcing the breath from my chest. I could feel his hot breath against my pussy, and I whimpered when he leaned forward and licked up my heat.
Because it was Rogue, he didn’t take things slow. He didn’t tease. He took what he wanted, and I nearly cried with gratefulness when his mouth latched onto my clit and sucked. It was just what my body wanted since Godfrey and Luis had teased me, leaving me aching and wanting.
“Fuck!” My hands shook on the bar as I held on, my weight slumping over his shoulders as he ate me out. He was fast and thorough, his tongue changing from licking my clit to fucking my pussy. I came with a shaken scream, my mouth forming incoherent words as I saw stars that had nothing to do with the ones above us visible through the skylights.
When I came back down from my high, I felt him gently tap my arms, signaling me to let go of the bar, and then he moved my legs to let me slide down against him. I felt his erection against my stomach, and then he was walking me backward and flipping me around.
He pressed his free hand against my upper back and pushed, making me bend over, and my hands automatically went out to land on the balance beam. My breath caught in my chest, and I practically shook with anticipation. When I heard his zipper lower, it sounded louder than thunder. When I heard a condom wrapper being ripped open and tossed to the side, it was nearly deafening.
He still hadn’t spoken. He’d barely made a single sound. He was letting his body do all the talking for him. Keeping his palm against my back, he used his other hand to grip my hip, and then without warning, he slammed all the way into me from behind.
I cried out, biting my bottom lip as his solid, hot length breached my body and hit that delicious spot inside of me. He started fucking me fast and hard, clearly not caring that my skin was dampened with sweat, my breath never having had a chance to slow.
He fucked me right there in our school gym, while I braced against the balance beam, with only the barest hint of light coming through the window above us. It was dark. It was wicked. It was everything I wanted and yet knew that I shouldn’t let him do.
The fact that I couldn’t see him clearly, that I couldn’t turn around and know for sure that it was him…it added a twisted thrill to this that I wasn’t ready to analyze.
Just when I was about to hit my peak, he flipped me around and lifted me up, setting my ass on the edge of the beam, and then slammed into me again from the front, his hands holding my waist. I screamed, my voice echoing off the cavernous walls as I came hard around him.
He didn’t let up though. He kept fucking me, and I braced one hand on the beam while my other arm I curled around his neck so I wouldn’t fall back.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted, feeling every delicious inch of his cock as he pounded into me over and over. I wanted to come again, but when I brought my fingers between us to touch my clit, he yanked my hand away.
“Please,” I begged. I could see the outline of his face and the whites of his eyes as he watched me, but instead of letting me touch myself, he brought his hand between us and took charge.
Angling my hips up to just the right angle, he fucked me with the perfect rhythm, and when I came again, my pussy clenching around his cock, he came with me this time, letting out the first noise he’d made since walking in.
Spent, panting, sweaty, and sated, I stayed pressed against his chest for a long time, not wanting this moment to pass but knowing it would.
When I finally peeled myself away, he brought his hands up to cup my cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. When his thumb swept over my cheek, I realized there were still tears escaping my eyes. The sun must’ve risen by then, because there was a hint of purple now lighting up the room.
I wanted so badly to lean in and kiss him in that moment, but I was still so hurt. When I realized we hadn’t kissed at all during this impromptu sexual encounter, my heart constricted with pain. You fucked people that you used. You didn’t kiss them. God, what was wrong with me? I just let him fuck me, again, and I didn’t once resist.
I pulled away, yanking my hair free from its bun so I could fist the strands in my hand and pull, hoping the pain would ground me. “Why are you doing this to me?” I cried, shaking my head.
I yanked on my leotard and shorts, furious with myself for being so weak when it came to him.
“Doing what?” he asked, crowding my space as he gripped my shoulders, not allowing me to walk away from him.
“This,” I said with exasperation. “It’s cruel, Rogue.”
Anger flashed over his dark eyes. “How is making you come three times cruel?”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t do that. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Fuck, Scarlett,” he said, dropping his hands so he could run a palm over his face in frustration. “I’m not good at this shit.”
“Then get good at it,” I retorted. “Tell me why you followed me here.”
“Because I fucking missed you, alright?”
I blinked at him in surprise, but I wasn’t going to let myself read into this. I wasn’t going to let myself be fooled. “Not good enough, Rogue.”
“God dammit, Scar,” he grit out between his teeth.
“You came here because you missed me,” I repeated. “Missed what? Fucking me?”
“I always miss fucking you,” he said.
“Is that it? Is that all you want from me? Am I just a good fuck?” I cried. “Because I love you, Rogue.”
My admission seemed to shock the hell out of him, because he went completely still, his eyes flying to my face.
“I love you,” I repeated shakily. “But you’re going to Stephanie’s house at night. You’re keeping secrets. You’re still holding me at arm’s length. So if you don’t love me too, then I need you to leave me alone. I need you to stop using my body against me, because you’re breaking me, Rogue. You’re breaking me, and I don’t know if I can keep picking myself back up,” I admitted, looking down at my feet as I crossed my arms over my chest. I suddenly felt so alone, so used. For the first time, I actually felt like the Trash Whore that everyone called me.
With a growl, he took a step toward me and then his hands were gripping my cheeks, and he was looking me in my eyes. “You love me?” he asked.
“I wish I didn’t.”
“Don’t stop.”
Then his lips were on mine, but it wasn’t the Rogue I was used to. This kiss was a caress. A plea. His tongue swept into my mouth and tangled with mine, and he seemed to want to drink in my soul.
When we broke apart, he wiped my cheeks free of tears again. “I love you, Scarlett,” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.
My heart froze in my chest. “Don’t lie to me, Rogue.”
“I’m not, dammit,” he said, his hands going down to grip my waist. “I tried to stay away like you said, but I couldn’t even last one goddamn day,” he admitted, like he was angry at himself. “You deserve someone better, but I can’t give you up now. I’m done trying. You’re mine.”