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Oliver
These past few months have been one big mind fuck. When I came back for school this year, I sure as hell did not expect to find Emmy here. That, in itself, has turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Having her here, after being apart for all these years, has been pure torture. Not necessarily in a bad way, but knowing that I couldn't kiss and hold her like I wanted to, was pure hell.
This was very much a look, but don't touch situation.
Luckily for me, she’s gradually starting to come around. After our little heart to heart on the camping trip, it was like the flood gates had been opened. Knowing that she still loves me and wants me, meant my world could start spinning again.
I told her that I would explain to her, in depth, the reasons why I'm here when we got back from the trip, but I've been avoiding the topic like the plague. I needed time to figure out how I was going to describe everything that happened in a way that she wouldn't end up hating me again. It’s gonna be a lot of information for her to process and I don't know how to go about it.
It’s life changing stuff.
I know I have to tell her soon though, because she’s still keeping me at arm’s length until everything’s out in the open.
We’ve had a few moments alone here and there and she also told me why she got sent here. It really pissed me off, not at her, but to hear about how much worse her life became after I left.
I don't know how she wasn't put into foster care permanently. My mother is a shitty mother, but at least she fed me. She was just never home. But, if she was, it was always with her latest fuck buddy.
Emmy’s mom was the worst. She used every penny she had on drugs and booze. There was never any food at Emmy’s house or, when there was, her mother was selfish and kept it all to herself. At least when I was around, Emmy never went hungry. She was always welcome at my place to eat. I never stopped to think about how me leaving would affect her in that way. She told me that she often went to the food bank to get food and would hide it from her mother.
Fortunately, once she got her job, she started making some money to feed herself. It’s pretty depressing when a teenager has to be the grown up, when there are adults who should be taking their responsibilities seriously. Her mother is a lazy, good for nothing, cunt. It sucks that she felt like she had to steal from her job, just so she could get the nutrients her body needed to survive. All because she spent her paycheck that month on keeping a roof over the head of her waste of space mother and herself.
Call me a selfish bastard, but I'm glad she ended up here. She’s my life, my heart, my world, and I'm not going to take this second chance for granted.
A week has gone by since we went to the fair. That day was, without a doubt, the most fun I've had in years. Playing mini golf with Emmy sent years of amazing memories flooding back through my mind. Seeing the joy on Emmy’s face again made my year. My girl deserves the best in life, and I plan on giving her just that. After Emmy knows the truth and we no longer have the protection of this school, life's gonna get complicated fast, but I plan on doing everything in my power to protect her from the life she's about to step into.
THE GUYS AND I ARE in the weight room, working out. I come here a lot to release my frustrations, and lately it’s mostly been of the sexual variety. I’m always so fucking hard! I just can't help it, Emmy’s always on my mind with her sexy tattoo covered body. One of my favorite revelations about the new Emmy! Her luscious breasts and those pink plump lips that I can't help but imagine wrapped around my hard cock as she sucks me deep into her mouth...
Damn it! There goes my damn dick again, hard as stone. I just spent the last hour trying to get rid of this thing!
Shaking my head, I adjust myself in my shorts once more. We still have another ten minutes left of our workout, but I am not going to run with my dick bobbing in my shorts. That’s just fucking awkward.
Heading into the changing room, I leave the guys to finish their workout.
The hot water feels amazing against my aching muscles, and I can't help but think about Emmy being in here with me. Water droplets running in rivers down her voluptuous body. Me, with my hands skimming all over her skin as I lather her breasts with soap. The water rinsing and cleansing her perky tits and me sucking her puckered nipple into my mouth...
I groan and my cock pulses at the thought of her lowering to her knees, as I let my steel rod slip between her pretty, pink, swollen lips and fucking her mouth with a tight grip on her hair.
I'm so hard right now, it’s almost painful. I need to release this pressure before I burst. With a tight grip on my hard cock, I start pumping from base to tip. The more I think about Emmy, and all of the seductive noises she would be making as I fuck her up against the shower wall like an animal, the faster my hand goes. I work my cock into a frenzy, feeling my balls tighten.
Tossing my head back, I let out a long, low grunt as I jerk myself with a few more strokes, before cumming so hard I see stars. Jets of white cum splash down onto the shower floor before washing away down the drain.
Fuck. I really need Emmy. My hand just isn’t doing it for me anymore. My brain won't let me enjoy that, knowing that what we really want is only one floor away from me.
I’ve only had sex once. That’s it. The time in the park with Emmy was my first and only time, even though I have had plenty of opportunities to get laid or some other kind of sexual favors. When I first got here, the girls wouldn't leave me alone, but I didn't want any of them. They would never have been enough for me. Emmy has always been and will be the only one for me. And, if I did anything with anyone else other than her, the guilt would have killed me. Knowing what Emmy and I shared and then to go out and have some meaningless hook-up with a stranger... that would have made me more of a monster than I already was. I just couldn’t do that to her or to us.
After I had given a few girls some pretty harsh rejections, most of the others backed off. They seemed to get the hint that they didn't stand a chance with me. Everyone except Brittany, that is.
That dumb cunt!
She’s a nutcase who truly believes all the crap she makes up in her head. At first, I thought it was just some silly crush but, over time, she started showing signs of a real obsession. Maybe it’s just because I’m one of the only guys she hasn’t been with? She was even part of the widespread outbreak of Chlamydia last year, half the senior class was infected.
At the end of the last school year, we got into a big fight because she officially lost her mind, to the point where she thought we were actually together.
She was telling everyone that I was her boyfriend as well as a bunch of lies about our non-existent sex life. Before I went home for the summer, I told her off in front of the whole school and I thought I made it pretty clear that we will never be together in any way, shape or form. I thought I'd finally gotten through to her and that she got the hint, but once Emmy got here, I saw how very wrong I was. I’m certain that what she did to Emmy is only the beginning. Crazy fucks like her just don't give up that easily. And I'll be here, waiting to protect my girl from whatever she throws at her next.
Just as I’m done getting changed, I hear the changing room door open and people talking.
“Hey, do you know if that new chick is single? She’s sexy as fuck!” a guy says.
“I heard she’s fucking Charlie,” another guy snickers.
“After Oliver lost his shit on Brittany at the beach, I thought she might be with him, but I don't really see them together much. I was thinking of asking her out,” the first guy says.
“What I wouldn't give to bend that girl over a desk and fuck her until she passes out. I bet her pussy is tight,” comes a voice I recognise. That’s Todd, a guy from the town next to mine. I had a few fun run-ins with him back when I was dealing. The guy is a creep and treats girls like they’re dirt.
“Who? Charlie? Pretty sure she only likes pussy,” guy number two laughs.
“Nah, man, Amelia. I bet she’s a kinky bitch in the bedroom. I’d love to fuck that pretty little mouth and have her gag on my dick. Bitch would love it! She would be dripping wet for me,” Todd says in an unsettling voice. His friends all start laughing, joking around about Emmy, but all I can hear is a ringing in my ear as I feel my self control slip.
My breathing turns labored, as blind rage takes over me. I try hard to keep my temper under control, knowing what could happen if I don't. But with how he was talking about Emmy... MY girl, I lose it.
Slamming the locker door shut, I charge at Todd. He doesn't see me coming, not until my fist connects with his face.
He goes down like a sack of bricks. I climb on top of him, throwing punch after punch into his face. Bones crack and blood splatters everywhere.
I'm almost positive someone is yelling behind me, but I am too far gone. I just keep smashing my fists into this slimy fuck’s face until he loses consciousness. That's when I feel two sets of arms pull me back.
“FUCK! Oliver, stop! You're gonna kill him!” Talon shouts at me.
I stand there with wild eyes, panting like a raging bull who's being held back by the pen.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” I hear a voice coming from the changing room door.
It’s Charlie. She takes one look at me and then Todd, her eyes wide with shock. “He was saying repulsive things about what he wanted to do to our girl,” I grit out through my locked jaw. It’s taking everything in me to reel my monster back in.
Understanding fills Charlie’s face. “Fuck! Alright, you two,” she says, pointing at Talon and Ben. “Take Olly up to my room, then come back and help me deal with this shit.”
The guys agree and lead me out of the changing room. I'm covered in blood. My hands are cut up pretty badly, but I feel nothing. I’m just numb. The only thing I can think about is protecting my heart, my soul, my Emmy.
As I follow them through the hallways, my chest still rises and falls as my monster hasn’t been completely sated yet.
“No one talks about our girl that way,” I say in a monotone voice.
“Look, Bro, I would have done the same thing, but man, you really gave it to him good. I don't know how we are gonna cover this up,” Ben says, sounding rather stressed out.
“Fucker deserved it,” Talon mutters.
“I'm not saying he didn't... I'm saying that we’re all on probation. Do you honestly think this is something they would just let go?” Ben snaps.
“We’ll deal with that later. Come on, let's get Oliver up to Emmy. I feel like she might be the only one who can calm him down at this point,” Talon says as we make our way to the girls’ dorm.
He’s right. All I can think about is seeing Emmy.
She’s my safe haven.
My rock.
The only one who can tame my monster within.
Emmy
I'M LYING IN BED, LISTENING to music on my phone, when I hear someone banging on the door. I pause the song and take off my headphones, placing everything on my bedside table, before getting up to answer the door, only to find Ben, Talon and a very blood soaked Oliver standing outside.
My eyes go wide with concern. “What the fuck happened?!” I demand. They push their way into the room, locking the door behind them.
“He got into a fight with someone in the changing room,” Ben says.
“Well, clearly, but why?” I ask.
“He was saying despicable things about you. NO one talks about you like that and gets away with it!” Oliver says with danger in this tone.
Sighing, I point to the bed, “Sit!” then turn to Ben. “Could you please get the first aid kit on the top shelf in the closet?” I ask him. He heads over to the closet and comes back with the kit.
“We gotta go, but we'll be back later,” Talon says.
“Go? Go where?!” I ask, baffled. They’re just gonna leave me alone with Oliver in this state?
“We gotta go help Charlie deal with Todd, and somehow figure out what we need to do to keep this quiet and Oliver's name out of it,” Ben replies .
Charlie? “Charlie? What does she have to do with any of this?” I say in a hasty tone.
“She found us right after we pulled Oliver off the guy, and she’s with him now, getting him cleaned up and keeping people away. Not sure what happened to his friends. They bolted when we came into the changing room. Probably thought we would do to them what Oliver was doing to Todd,” Talon says.
I sigh again. “Alright. When you're done there, come back here and tell me everything. I’ll take care of him,” I say in a tired voice, tipping my head in Oliver’s direction.
They nod, say goodbye and leave.
I turn back to Oliver. He’s just sitting there on the edge of my bed and still has a wild look in his eyes. His shirt is splattered with blood and both sets of knuckles are cracked open. I'm not sure if the blood coating his hands is his or the other guy’s.
Shaking my head, I make my way over to him with the first aid kit and sit next to him. Laying the kit on the bed, I open it, taking out everything I need to clean him up.
Reaching over, I take his left hand in mine. I can't look him in the eye right now, so I just focus on cleaning the wounds.
“What happened?” I ask softly, not looking away from what I’m doing.
He doesn't answer right away, so I slowly lift my gaze, just enough to see his face. He’s staring at me, pupils blown and his breathing is deep, like he is still trying to focus. He’s using all of his strength to keep himself under control.
I finish cleaning first the left and then his right hand, still waiting for him to answer. When he still doesn't say anything, I get up to toss the dirty swabs in the trash.
“He said vulgar things about you,” Oliver hisses angrily.
Stopping, I stand in the middle of the room with my back to him and sigh. “It’s not your job to defend me, Oliver, not if it's going to get you kicked out and sent to juvie.”
I hear the bed shift as he stands up.
“See, that's where you're wrong, Sweetheart, oh so very wrong.” His voice is dark and he lets out a harsh laugh. “It is my job to defend you. To protect you. It’s been my job since we were five and I punched that little fucker in the face for upsetting you. IT’S MY JOB and I failed miserably!” I can feel his presence behind me now.
He places his hands on my hips, holding me in place, as he pushes the front of his body up against my back. My breath hitches at his touch. I can feel the heat of his big hands through the thin material of my sleep shorts. My eyes flutter shut and I let out a shaky breath. His lips graze my ear. “But I will never let that happen again,” he whispers. I fail to hold back a whimper at the fierce protectiveness intertwined in his voice.
“Remember this, Emmy. You are mine. I will spend every day showing you how much I love you. How much you mean to me. I will kiss your feet and worship the ground you walk on, treating you like the queen that you are. Because you are worth everything to me!”
My breaths are coming out in quick pants as he places a light kiss behind my ear and I feel my knees starting to give out. His arms come around me to hold me up as he pulls me close. His words have my brain swimming with so many different emotions and my heart clenches tightly. “I would die for you, Emmy,” he breathes.
My eyes snap open, going wide. I suck in a gasp at his words. Turning around in his arms, I look up into his eyes. They are filled with deep affection and desire. I believe him. I believe he would die for me. And that scares the crap out of me.
The idea of anything bad happening to him, to have him taken away from me again, it would destroy me. I don't think I could ever handle losing him again.
I shake my head. “Don't! Don’t say things like that,” I say in a shaky voice.
His right hand comes up and cups my cheek, his thumb gently caressing my skin. “But it’s true, Emmy, because a life without you in it, is not a life I want to live.”
Tears pool my eyes. “But what if I don't want to be in a world without you?” I whisper back.
His eyes turn dark. The hand on my cheek slides behind my head and then he crushes my lips to his.
Sparks zap through my body. I moan against his warm, soft lips. I can't deny him anymore.
I need him. He needs me.
Reluctantly, I pull back from the kiss, panting. “After, you have to tell me everything, understood?” I say as sternly as I can when, in reality, I’m a mess, and it is taking everything I have to keep myself from ripping his clothes off and riding him like a pony.
His eyes widen with lust. “I’ll tell you everything, I promise!”
I don’t say anything, looking at his lips before licking mine, then my eyes snap up to his. His nostrils flare. He’s obviously restraining himself right now. Fuck it.
I bring my hands up and around his neck, pulling his mouth back to mine. His arms come around my back, holding me tightly against him. His tongue comes out, teasing my lips and demanding to take control. I let him. I open my mouth to feel his tongue clashing with mine. Moaning into his mouth, my hands start messing with his shirt.
Breaking the kiss, I decide to just rip his shirt off like it offended me. Oliver does the same, but he literally rips my flimsy sleep shirt apart down the middle and right off of my body. Fuck, that’s hot!
I let out a loud whimper as he kisses me again. My hands roam all the little dips in his toned abs. I'm gonna lick these soon.
He palms my ass, lifting me, and as my legs wrap around him, I shamelessly start grinding myself on the massive bulge in his pants, hiding his rock hard cock.
Oliver walks us over to the bed and drops me on it. I lie there panting, wanting and waiting for what's gonna happen next. I’m so fucking turned on, I feel like I’m gonna come, falling apart as soon as his fingers touch me again. My clit is throbbing like crazy, and all I can think about is feeling his cock buried deep inside me. He leans over me with hunger in his eyes. Like he's a predator and I'm his next meal.
He slides his hands up my thighs and stops at the hem of my shorts. He does the same thing he did with my shirt, ripping them off along with my soaked panties. I let out an excited whimper.
He pushes my thighs wide open before lowering his face towards my aching sex.
Pausing, he looks up at me with love in his eyes, and in a soft voice he says, “I won't ever leave you again. I promise.” Then, his face dives between my thighs. He tilts his head up, running his nose through my lips, creating a path for him to lick me from bottom to top. His nose bumps my clit making me squirm. He eats me out like a man starved.
There is nothing sweet about this. No, this is years of pent-up desires, of regrets and longing, making this hard and dirty.
And I’m gonna love every fucking moment of it.
I cry out as his tongue does magical things to my cunt. He brings his thumb up to press against my nub, rubbing in circles, as he tongue fucks my pussy. I sob at the pure pleasure pulsating through my veins. I buck my hips towards his face, while holding his head in place with a tight grip on his dark strands.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes! I'm so close,” I whine, desperate for him to keep going.
He pushes two of his large fingers inside, as he sucks my clit into his mouth and I lose it! Tossing back my head, I arch towards him, eyes rolling into the back of my head, and I let out a satisfied scream as I explode, drenching him in my juices.
A moment later, he lifts his head and licks his lips. “You taste like the sweetest honey, Firefly.” His voice is low and gravely. “And when you come,” he bites his lip and groans. “I could listen to that all day.”
He slides off the bed to pull his sweatpants and boxers off. His long, firm cock springing free.
Holy shit! Is that even going to fit in me!? That thing is fucking massive. God, he’s gonna split me in two.
I don't remember it being that big. He sure has grown up since we first had sex, in more than one way.
I can't help but ogle him and admire his chiseled body traced with beautiful black and grey ink. He grabs a hold of his swollen, rigid cock, giving it a few strokes as he looks at me with his pupils so blown, his eyes almost look black. The way he is looking at my fully naked body makes me feel so powerful, so sexy, so desired.
Getting back on the bed, he crawls his way up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips, as he grabs a hold of my hips and positions me where he wants me. With a tight grip on his cock, he lines up the tip with my entrance.
Breathing heavily and impatiently waiting, he asks, "Ready?" I nod and he wastes no time thrusting into me in one stroke, filling me up completely. A slight pain causes me to bite my lip and whimper.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart. I’ll make everything feel really good,” he says in a confident voice before pulling out his cock almost completely and thrusting back in.
The pain gradually turns to pleasure as he rocks into me with deep, rhythmic strokes.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so fucking tight.” He starts moving faster, fucking me with everything he has.
I'm moaning and whimpering by now, as he pounds my pussy good and hard.
“Feels fucking amazing,” he says in a blissful voice before it turns dark and he growls, “Mine! This is my cunt.”
Gasping, I nod. “Yours,” I cry out as I feel the tip of his cock hitting my G-spot.
“I can feel you gripping me. You’re close, aren't you?” I nod again, unable to speak due to the intense feeling of pleasure running through my body. “Do you need to cum, Sweetheart?” he asks.
“Yes!” I scream. “Please, Olly! Fuck me harder!”
His eyes turn even darker and he snarls. Leaning over, he takes my peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking, as he lifts one of his hands to massage my free breast. With the other hand, he grips my hip so hard that I will have delicious bruises tomorrow. He lets go, a primal need taking over as he roughly drives in and out of me. I can feel every inch of his glorious cock and I can't hold back anymore. He bites down on one nipple, pinching the other, and it pushes me over the edge.
I let out an animalistic groan as I feel my pussy clamp down, squeezing Oliver's cock, while I ride through my spectacular orgasm. “Fuuuuck,” he moans, his release falling alongside mine. I milk his cock as he shoots every last drop deep inside of me.
After a few more pumps, he pulls out fully and flops down on the bed next to me.
Hey! At least this time I got to cum too!
Lying there, all sweaty and panting, we try to catch our breath. We turn and look at each other before bursting out laughing.
“Well then,” I say, still laughing. “This was not how I expected my day to end.”
He pulls me to his chest and wraps his arms around me. I cuddle into him, as he starts to play with my hair. Kissing my forehead, he says, “Same, Sweetheart, but I’m so fucking glad it did.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
We lie in each other's arms for a while in silence, our breathing the only sound in the room.
“Olly?”
“Yes, Beautiful,” he says, voice still gravelly from sex.
“I love you,” I confess in a whisper.
It's true, and I'm done running from it.
His breath hitches a little and he hugs me tighter, kissing my forehead again.
“I love you too, Firefly. So fucking much,” his voice filled with emotion.
Feeling relaxed from the two amazing orgasms and the mind-blowing sex, I drift off to sleep in my best friend’s arms.