Her eyes lock on mine, never faltering as she massages her clit.
“Holy fuck,” I grumble, my voice raspy and thick.
She twitches, liking the pleasure she’s bringing to herself. Her fingers rub faster, mouth agape, while her eyes remain cemented to mine.
I break our stare, needing to see exactly what's right in front of my face. “Come for me, Scar. Come all over me.” I reach down, taking my erect cock in my hand, and I pump the shit out of it. My head dabs at her entrance with each stroke as she rubs vicious circles at her sensitive nub.
If I die tonight, I’ll die a happy man. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life. The way she pleasures herself while letting me watch—it’s every man’s dream.
When her hand curves, fingers crooked, she dips two inside her pussy, I lose it. I prop myself up on one elbow, getting a better view, and I fist my cock and pump faster.
Dropping her head back with her mouth wide open, sounds of ecstasy rip through her vocal cords.
“Crew,” she whimpers, bringing her head forward and locking her eyes with mine again.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Scar. Come, baby. Come on my cock.” I hold my dick at her entrance as she releases, squirtingproof of her orgasm all over me.
A heavy groan rumbles my chest. “Jesus Christ.” Her arousal seeps out, coating her fingers, and I come undone. Pumping through my own orgasm, cum shoots out, soaking her pussy.
Her legs twitch while beads of cum roll between her folds. When she brings her legs together, I grab her hand and pull her down beside me. “That was no doubt the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” She lifts her head, gaping at me in a breathless state. “You’ve never watched a girl do that before?”
“Nope.” I lift my head, kissing her lips. “You did so good, baby.”
Scar curls under my arm, her head on my chest. This was exactly what we needed after the shit day we both had.
* * *
It’s beenthree days since Scar and Jagger were locked in the tunnels. Three days that Melody has been confined to her room and sworn not to speak to a soul. And three days that I haven’t asked about the details of that night in regard to what went on with Scar and Jagger.
I know the gist of it. They got locked down there. Scar found a charm that connects to another one. And Melody was working with the BCA Stalker.
What I don’t know is what happened between Scar and Jagger for those hours they were alone. With all that idle time, I know something happened. How could it not? She likes him; he likes her.
The really fucked-up part of it, I’m not even sure I want to know. The only thing that’s eating at me is the fact that neither of them has come to me with the information. I shouldn’t have to ask. They owe me that respect.
“It’s like dawn of the dead in this place,” Jagger says, looking around the cafeteria before setting his lunch tray down and taking a seat across from me.
I follow the trail of his gaze, noticing that it is unusually quiet. “Think Melody said something?”
“Bitch better not have.”
Scar joins us, taking the seat beside me. “Why so serious?” she asks, tapping a straw to the table and pulling it out of the paper wrapper.
“We were just noting how quiet everyone is today. Seems strange, right?”
Before sitting down, she looks around at the students, a few who are whispering and gazing our way. “Yeah. Something is definitely off.” Her straw slips in the opening of her orange juice carton and she takes a sip.
Neo, who’s been quiet this entire time, shoots back in his chair and jumps up. He looks out at the group of students and shouts, “What the fuck is going on?”
I look at Scar, scratching the top of my head. “Guess we won’t be wondering for long.”
She scoops up a spoonful of her soup and blows on it. “Leave it to Neo,” she whispers before taking her bite.
No one answers Neo, so he gets more aggressive. “Someone better fucking tell me what all the whispering is about right now or the Halloween dance will be canceled.”
My eyes widen, Scar’s mirror mine as she looks back at me. “He’s fucking with them, right?”