the closet. Grabbing a duffel, I started shoving hoodies and jeans into the bag. Good enough.
Coming back out of the closet, I looked around for anything else we might need, but I stopped short.
I blinked, not sure if what I was seeing was real.
“Scarlett?”
My tone came out manic and furious, but she didn’t wake up. Relief and anger poured through me.
There she was, sleeping on my bed, with her fucking pleated uniform skirt riding up and showing off the curve of her ass. Her tights were discarded, laying in a pile on the floor along with her shoes. Beneath her skirt, she was wearing cherry red silk panties that barely covered her, and her white polo shirt had ridden up, showing off her stomach. My dick instantly hardened.
She was curled onto her side, her hands under her head, and breathing steadily like she didn’t have a care in the world. I considered shooting off a text to the guys to let them know I’d found her, but instead, I found myself closing the bedroom door and flipping the lock. I stalked over to the side of the bed, and then I stood over her, watching her sleep like a creepy asshole. I couldn’t help it. She looked like some fucking wet dream school-girl fantasy.
Johnny Jack’s men didn’t have her, but something had gone down at the tracks. Something bad, and what had she done? She’d come here. To my house. To my room and in my bed. She felt safe enough here to lay down and fall asleep. For some reason, that made me feel prideful as fuck.
I sat down, making the bed dip and her body shift against my leg. I lifted her skirt to better see her panties, nearly groaning at the sight. Her ass looked good.
I wanted to fuck her again. Right here, right now. I could see with my eyes that she was here and safe, but I needed to feel her.
I dragged the zipper down my pants and pulled my dick out, fisting it in my hand as I dropped to my knees. Pulling her panties to the side, I wasted no time, and buried my face between her legs.
The second my tongue licked up her pretty slit, and my mouth latched onto her clit, she jumped, and a sleepy moan escaped her. She wriggled around, but I kept my hands locked around her hips, holding her in place.
“Rogue? What are you—Oh, God!”
I sucked again, shoving her legs open further so that I could get more of her. My saliva and her own arousal left a wet spot on her panties, and when her legs started to shake with pleasure, I stood up and grabbed a condom from my nightstand. I didn’t want her to come yet. If she was gonna come, I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my dick.
She was still sleepy, so she didn’t move, but I earned a groan of protest for stopping. I just smirked and rolled the condom on. Then I lifted her onto her hands and knees, and drove my cock into her, right as I smacked my hand against her ass.
“Oh my fuck!” she called out, right before moaning my name. If it was possible, my cock got even harder.
She fell forward onto the mattress from the force of my thrust, so I grabbed her and pulled her up, keeping my forearm across her chest as I held her against me. “Fuck, Rogue,” she said over and over again.
I bit her neck hard, making her whimper, and then pressed my mouth against her ear. “You fucking left and scared the shit out of me,” I snarled.
“I—I—Shit I’m gonna come,” she panted.
I pushed her back down, making her land on her hands again, and smacked her ass again. A nice red mark bloomed on her cheek, and she moaned.
“You like that, Scar? You like it when I spank your ass?”
“Yes!”
She couldn’t contain her moans as I kept fucking her, and pretty soon, she was begging and pleading for me to bring her the pleasure that she was so wild for.
I snatched her hair and held it firmly in my fist, making her arch her back. “Don’t ever leave me like that again,” I growled.
She whimpered, and I could feel her pussy tightening around me, so I spanked her again. Then I reached my hand around and played with her clit, and she came, screaming out my name as her hot cunt squeezed my cock like a fucking vise.