exactly short, but his legs moved faster than mine. He disappeared behind one of the doors to the auditorium. Suddenly I had flashbacks to that stupid choir concert; who knew my life would change so drastically after that night?
That night was when Dante killed Ryan’s friends, and I was about to be alone with him—not for the first time.
I pushed into the auditorium, finding the bare minimum amount of lights were on. Enough to create shadows, to illuminate the seating area creepily. If someone were to get murdered in Midpark High, this was where it would happen. Or maybe I’d just seen too many horror movies.
I didn’t see Dante anywhere, so as I walked further in, I whispered in a hiss, “Dante? Where’d you go? You have my books—”
A hand shot out from the sound booth area, the small room on the side of the auditorium where someone could control the lights and the microphones on stages. I was pulled inside and pushed against the door to close it. My books lay on the floor in a heap, Dante having set them down the moment he ran in here.
His hand moved to cover my mouth, his other arm pressing against my stomach, holding me flat against the door. No one else was around; the auditorium was empty as could be, and yet I knew at any moment, someone could walk in and see us.
“Before you say anything,” Dante spoke in a bare whisper, his hand rough on my face, his wide body blocking out everything else, “let me worship you like the goddess you are.” The ends of his lips curled into a smirk, and what could I do besides let him do what he wanted? You didn’t face down a guy like Dante and not feel your core heat up and your pussy tighten in anticipation.
Some things were just beyond your control, you know?
I didn’t kill Brittany, but was I going to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me in these next few moments while he was under the impression I did? Nope. Like I said, I wasn’t that much of a goodie-goodie. This girl liked to be bad.
Just not, you know, the murdering sort of bad.
Dante’s hand dropped from my face, and he wasted no time in getting to what he wanted. The leather-clad psycho dropped to his knees, furiously working to undo my pants, and I stood there, suddenly so very desperate for whatever it was he was going to give me.
My panties came down next, and then I was exposed below the waist, just as he wanted. His mouth met my clit in the next moment, licking and sucking in a way that instantly made my knees weak. Fire ignited within me, a hunger that only he could fill now. He’d created this inferno, this raging storm inside me, and he best do his damnedest to give me some relief.
His mouth worked on overdrive, and within the next moment, I felt a finger gliding along me. I’d felt his hand down there before, but this…this was somehow better. This was hotter. A quickie before first period. Whether or not he’d actually be done with me by the time the bell rang remained to be seen, although I suppose being late on my first day back was probably something I should avoid.
Getting head and then possibly sex, or being tardy?
His tongue glided over my clit, circling it once before flicking it in a quick, repetitive pattern, and I knew the answer to that question right then: I’d take the tardy every fucking time.
I let out a moan, my chest heaving with every breath that I took as I relished in the pleasure coursing through my body. Pure, unbridled bliss surged through me, and I could feel the pressure building deep within me, threatening to release at any given moment.
Somehow Dante had stormed into my life and knew how to give the most perfect orgasms. Who knew?
He must’ve known I was close, for he pulled his mouth off my clit just enough to whisper in the huskiest and deepest voice I’d ever heard from him, each word causing his lips to brush against the most sensitive place on my body, “Let me hear you, Jaz.” Dante’s mouth got back to work, and it didn’t take long for me to lose it.
My neck arched, my head banging the door I leaned against as I cried out, all words lost to me as the pleasure exploded within my