Let her cry. Goddamn it, Manson.
Make her go for another minute. Sixty seconds.Jason’s idea at least put an end in sight. I leaned my hand against the window, the reflection of my own face too much to bear. My hair was disheveled, my cheeks were pink, my mouth hung open because I was panting so hard. God, my clit was so sensitive even a feather would have made me flinch. But this? This was torture. I wasn’t building toward another orgasm; I was still lingering at the end of the last one. Trapped, suspended in pleasure limbo.
That’s sixty seconds. Stop.
I almost sobbed with relief. I switched off the vibrator and tossed it down, collapsing onto the bed as I tried to catch my breath. My legs were twitching, my clit felt as if I’d hooked electrodes up to it. They hadn’t even touched me and they’d reduced me to this. My phone kept buzzing as I stared at the screen, bleary-eyed.
I think I killed her, boys.
Rest in peace, angel.
Vincent switched it up this time and sent some fireworks.
I was too tired to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. I was too tired to even send them a snarky response. I crawled under the blankets, and my exhausted body melted into sleep within minutes.
22
Lucas
As a kid, I’d always been a climber. I’d clamber up into the branches of the massive oak trees that grew around my childhood home, getting as high as I could. Sometimes it would be to hide from my parents, since I was always getting into trouble back then, but mostly I liked the feeling of looking down on the world.
From up high, everything that scared me was so far away. I was untouchable up there, my calloused bare feet balancing me amid the thick foliage. I could hide for hours, sometimes even falling asleep. Although my brother hated when I did that, because he thought I was going to roll out of my perch during a nap and break my neck.
It had been a long time since I’d climbed a tree, but it felt as natural as ever when I pulled myself up into the limbs of the big poplar outside Jessica’s window. It was thick with leaves, shielding me from her sight but leaving her entirely visible to me. She kept her curtains open, sitting at her desk as she filled out the sheet Manson had given her. Her bed was right next to the window, covered in numerous pillows and a couple fluffy stuffed animals.
Did she like toys like that? Fluffy things with big eyes,intentionally designed to be as painfully cute as possible? She’d never struck me as a cutesy girl, but what did I know? There was a lot of pink in her room, soft pastels and delicate glass figurines. She had multiple shelves of trophies and medals — from cheerleading competitions, I guessed.
Could she still do the splits like she could back then? I had avoided football games and anything that put me remotely in the territory of the jocks, but I’d seen her at practice many times. I’d always been secretive about watching her, but I’d had hiding spots all around campus. I’d usually sneak up to the gymnasium roof, have a few cigarettes and watch her flip around the field, shouting directions at the other girls on her team.
We hadn’t gotten along back then either. I’d come to Wickeston as a transfer student, making my second attempt at getting through ninth grade and she’d turned up her nose at me right away. I was used to that, though. My previous school hadn’t been any better. At least in Wickeston, people didn’t know anything about me. They didn’t know about my brother; they hadn’t seen Benji Bent’s name all over the local news.
I wasn’t entirely sure why I was there outside her window in the first place, but I chalked it up to merely curiosity. What made this woman want to make a deal like this with us? Why was she bothering when she had a dozen other choices she could have gone with?
It was a game to her; another dare she couldn’t refuse. But if she thought she could play this game better than us, better than me, she was sorely mistaken.
Although I was impressed at how seriously she seemed to be taking this task of writing out her limits. She kept her laptop open, occasionally typing something and scrolling through search results. She remained focused for hours until she finally finished and sent the end result to the group chat.
I opened the list, swiftly scrolling through. I’d have to take thetime to study it properly, but not here, not when Jess had just gotten out her vibrator and clearly intended to put it to use.
Such a naughty girl, thinking she could hide her pleasure from us.
I would have paid cold hard cash to hear the noises she made when she came, one hand pressed against the windowpane as she obeyed my instructions. The way her lips kept parting, gasping for air, her entire body shaking from the intensity — I was rock hard the entire time. I wanted tofeelher shake like that. I wanted to pin her down in that pretty pink bedroom, cover her mouth so her parents couldn’t hear her moan my name, and pound her into the mattress.
That night was the appetizer. I was starving for the main course.
I usually started my day far earlier than the rest of the house, but we were all on slightly different schedules. Vincent worked night shifts on Thursdays, Fridays, and the weekend, so he was usually asleep during daylight hours. Jason’s sleep was always fucked up, so there was no telling when he’d be awake, and Manson would gladly sleep until noon if we let him. But I was awake at the first crack of dawn, which gave me enough time to sit out on the porch with a cigarette and black coffee.
I liked those predawn hours, when the eastern sky was slowly growing brighter and mist lay in a soft white blanket over the ground. Sound was muted, the air was still crisp and slightly cool. The world felt like it was sleeping, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
However, I wasn’t the only early riser that morning. The garage door was open, and I glimpsed Jason’s blue hair as he moved around the cars. He’d probably been awake all night.
The past few days had flown by faster than a blink, butthat’s what working from dawn until dusk will do to you. Since Manson had been preoccupied dealing with insurance to get the cars fixed, I’d picked up the slack in the shop, with Vincent taking his days off to help too. We were all on edge, but it wasn’t only because our day-to-day stressors had piled up.
We had a new toy we were eager to play with, and responsibilities were getting in our way. Jessica occupied my thoughts far too often, drifting in when I should have been concentrating on more pertinent tasks. But I wasn’t the only one.
Manson had fucked me so damn hard the night before that I was walking stiff this morning. I liked it as rough as I could get it so I wasn’t complaining, but he was particularly vicious when he was restless — and Jess made him restless as hell. She was too unpredictable, too damn confusing, and all that tension built up in him until he was practically bursting at the seams.
It was a relief to end a long day by letting my exhausted mind rest while Manson took control. But Manson didn’t bottom and I liked to switch. While he was fucking me, I was thinking about fucking Jess at the same time.