To say that I didn’t want to be here would be an understatement. I really wished that I had the confidence to just fucking leave Redwood without doing as Blaise politely asked in World History--note the sarcasm. But I didn’t.
So, I stupidly stood outside Blaise Harleen’s blue Ferrari F8 in the parking lot that afternoon.
Why hadn’t I left yet? Because Blaise scared the fuck right out of me. If I ran, he would track me down and do who knew what with me. It was better to get this over with now and not suffer the consequences later. And besides, I had been writing a super-sexy smut scene before history class this morning that I desperately wanted to get back to before I had to babysit tonight.
A crisp fall breeze chilled my skin. I zipped up my thin jacket that had a hole in the sleeve and rocked back and forth to keep myself warm. After glancing down at my phone, I debated on leaving. It was already half an hour after our meeting time.
Was he really coming? Or was he going to watch me from afar with Skylar and laugh at how stupid I looked, standing here in the cold looking scared shitless about whatever he wanted to talk to me about?
“Didn’t think you’d actually show up,” Blaise said from behind me.
Startled, I jumped and held my books to my chest. “Is there something you need?” I asked, glancing at all the other students who were able to leave on time and didn’t have to worry about being picked apart by Blaise.
With a devilish smirk, he shoved one hand into his pocket and placed the other on his car, strands of his dark brown hair blowing onto his forehead. “You’re geeky, right? Probably read a lot?”
“Um …” I shifted nervously. “I guess so.”
“I wanted some book recommendations.”
“You like reading?” I asked, stifling a giggle.
He raised a sharp brow. “Is that funny to you?”
“No, no.” Yes. “You just don’t seem like a reader.”
“I read a lot,” he said, though by the way he showed me his pearly-white teeth, I could tell that was a lie. He leaned further against the car, shoulder slumping against it. “Actually, I just read this really good excerpt from a story that I found laying in the hallway by your locker.” He swung his backpack over his shoulder and pulled out pages that must’ve fallen out of that stupid loose-leaf notebook I carried around everywhere. “Let me read you some of the writing.”
My heart dropped, my stomach twisting. Oh my fucking God.
I reached for the papers, but he held them high in the air away from me and started reading. “He leaned down and placed a lingering kiss just below her ear. ‘You’re mine,’ he growled, tugging on her swollen nipple through her shirt. She struggled helplessly against her restraints as he forced himself between her legs and rubbed his cock against her throbbing, wet pussy.”
“Give it back!” I shouted, lunging at him and jumping in the air, hoping to reach them.
He kicked himself off his car, folded the paper, and pushed it into his front pants pocket, right by his crotch. “I didn’t know a good girl like you could write something like that,” he said, turning toward me and trapping me between him and the car.
Sucking in a breath, I leaned against it as far as I could and stared up into his dark brown eyes. Pressing his body against mine, he shoved the bulge in his pants against my stomach, making me clench. I pushed the glasses up on my nose, my cheeks in flames.
“Now, Vera, you might not think I’m smart or that I pay attention in any of those stupid classes I attend with you, but I know a desperate, horny virgin when I see one,” he murmured in my ear, his words making me shiver.
I pressed my thighs together and ignored the heat pooling between them.
“How long have you been waiting for someone’s cock to slide all the way up into this pussy?” he asked, drawing a finger up my leggings and cupping my pussy in his large, tattooed hand. He pressed his fingers against my core through the thin material and chuckled against me, rubbing me even harder and faster. “A long time, it seems.”
He slid his other hand up the side of my body, wrapped it around my throat, and pulled me closer, trailing his nose up the side of my neck and biting down softly on my jaw. My breath hitched, nipples hardening.
Desperately, I licked my lips to moisten them. I tried to rack my brain for any type of response, for anything to get out of this. Kids still lingered in the student parking lot, and I didn’t want any rumors flying around Redwood about this.
Blaise grabbed a fistful of my dark hair and pulled it back roughly, forcing me to look up at him. I squealed at the sudden movement as he continued to rub my pussy roughly, his hand slipping into my pants and claiming what no man ever had before. “Is this what you need?”
I knotted my brows together and bit my lip, a soft moan escaping them. He twirled us around, so he stood by the car, opened the passenger seat, slid into it, then pulled me on top of him, shutting the door behind us. After tugging the books from my arms, he placed them onto the driver’s seat.
With one hand around my waist to hold me still, he slipped his other into my panties again and into my sopping pussy. Fingers thrusting in and out of me, he stared up at my face with those piercing eyes and didn’t stop torturing me with his fingers until my legs trembled.
The pressure built up higher and higher inside me, my pussy clenching onto his fingers tighter by the second. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes, needing to find a way out of this situation soon.
But I couldn’t seem to think straight anymore. Ever since I started writing that sex scene this morning, I… I had been so freaking horny. I had been aching to get home to finish writing, to slide my hands into my panties and touch my clit myself.
“Are you going to come already?” he asked me, curling his fingers into me.
Gripping his shoulders, I threw my head back and let an earth-shattering orgasm rip through my body. I slapped a hand over my mouth to quiet my moans, so no student would hear, but he quickly pulled both hands behind my back.
“Enjoy the orgasm. It’s the first one anyone has probably ever given you.” He continued to curl his fingers into me, making sure not to stop until I finished. “I wanna hear you scream for me.”
My legs trembled around him, waves of pleasure rushing through me. I moaned and rode his fingers, loving the feeling of something other than my small fingers inside of me. God, I was needy and so desperate to be touched.
When I finally came down from the high, he pulled his fingers out of me, grasped my hips, and forced me to sit on his bulge. I moaned again, heat pooling between my legs at the feel of his cock against me. He ground it up, the friction leaving my virgin pussy aching to be filled.
Over and over and over, he drove his hips up and against me. “Fuck, Vera. I can already feel your pussy quivering through your leggings.” He grasped my chin and held me still. “I’m going to fuck you here and now.”
He shoved his bulge against me one last time, and I tipped over the edge, whimpering and unable to control myself. “Please,” I whispered, brows furrowed. Part of me couldn’t believe that this was real. Part of me thought that this was all some sort of sick wet dream. “Please, fuck me.”
After tossing me into the driver’s seat, he swiftly pulled my leggings down to my ankles and then pulled me back on top of him as he fumbled with his button and zipper on his jeans. Thick, veiny, and bigger than I imagined, his cock sprang out of his pants. He wrapped his hand around the base and guided it to the entrance of my sopping cunt.
I hated Blaise Harleen. I had hated him for so long and with so much passion.
Now, I was just letting him use me for no other reason than that I was a horny virgin girl.
“I won’t be gentle,” he said before shoving himself into me.
I screamed out as he continued pushing himself deeper inside of me, the pain almost unbearable. I had never had something so huge inside me and had never made such a senseless decision. I should’ve been screaming at him to stop. I should’ve ran away the moment he told me to meet him after class. But I couldn’t deny that hungry urge I had inside my stomach every single time he looked over at me today.
“Fuck, babe, scream louder for me.”
As I clenched around him, my pussy pulsed and my screams slowly turned to moans. I grasped his muscular shoulders and eased myself the rest of the way down onto him until he was nestled inside my hole. After a few moments, he wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him until my tits pressed against the side of his face. He drove himself up into me hard and ruthlessly, slipping his other hand between my legs and rubbing my clit.
“Harder,” I moaned, my voice becoming louder.
He pounded into me, picking up his pace, and sucked on the soft spot on my neck.
“I-I’m gonna come, Blaise! I’m—” I cried out, my legs trembling. “I’m coming!”
“Fuuuuck,” he grunted against me, slowing his thrusts. “Get out of the car and onto your knees. I wanna come all over your face and those nerdy little glasses of yours, make you a pretty slut.”
I paused, my breath hitching. “B-but we’re in public. We’re still at school. We—”
“Nobody will see, Vera.” He blew a ragged breath out of his nose. “Do it. Now.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and fucking me as hard as he could. “Forget it.” He pounded into me, nearly sending me up against the ceiling. Then, suddenly, he stopped. “I already came inside you.”
My eyes widened, and I scrambled out of his lap. But he held me still and pushed himself deeper. “Blaise! You came inside of me?!”
He sat back and offered me an exhausted smirk. “You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing you now, babe. All my cum is buried deep in this soppy pussy of yours.”
After scrambling out of his hold, I sat in the driver’s seat and pulled my pants back up, needing to get to the pharmacy as soon as possible. I wasn’t on birth control yet. Mom didn’t deem it necessary.
“Can you not tell anyone about my writing or, honestly, that any of this happened?” I asked hurriedly, looking in his direction but not at him. I couldn’t believe that I had just let Blaise Harleen take my virginity in the middle of the school parking lot, after vowing that I hated every ounce of his being.
What the fuck was wrong with me?!
“I’m not going to make promises that I can’t keep.”
“Please, Blaise. You can’t tell anyone. Please,” I pleaded.
“I like it when you beg.”
I breathed out, frustrated. “Blaise, I’m being serious. You can’t tell anyone!”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his forearms flexing through his shirt, and leaned against the seat. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“As long as you let me fuck you whenever and wherever I want.”
“What?! Are you crazy?! No!”
“Do you want the whole school to know?” he asked, smirking at me.
My heart dropped, my chest tight. I didn’t want anyone in Redwood to know what I had just done. I didn’t want anyone in Redwood to judge me. I wanted to be invisible. If Blaise told even just one person, my life and reputation would be ruined.
So, I shook my head. “I don’t.”
“Well,” Blaise started. “I guess you’re going to be the bad boy’s good girl for now then—until I want something else from you.”
A/N Right into the smuuutttt <3 Blaise is such a dirty talker omgggg
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