Chapter 2
Mature Content Warning
Elliot’s POV
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A groan escaped my lips as I swatted at the alarm clock. Fucking hell, I hate mornings. Five more minutes.
A blast of cold water jolted me awake. “Ahhhhh, Dad!” I yelled, standing up as I felt the spray. I heard him laugh. “Time to wake up, little man. Your mom’s waiting in the kitchen. Breakfast’s ready.” He turned and left my room.
Sighing, I headed toward the bathroom, stripping off my sweatpants and turning on the shower.
My parents are… complicated. But Dad, crazier still. He’s the best dad in the world, my best friend, besides Mason. We prank each other, embarrass each other. He’s also terrifying when he wants to be, and I can be too, if I want. I love him, and Mom. She's the loveliest, the best. Caring, kind, bold. I'm close to her, but not like I am with Dad – a mixture of both.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and pulled on black ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, and my leather jacket. I ran my hands through my hair, avoiding gel. I don’t want to damage it.
I left my room and headed downstairs. Dad and Mom were making out. “Guys, stop! I don’t want to see my parents making out,” I groaned, sliding into a chair at the table. My plate was already piled with fruit, waffles, and eggs, tea beside it.
“Oh, come on. I saw you more than once sliding your tongue on a girl’s throat,” Dad said, rolling his eyes, pulling Mom onto his lap, kissing her cheek. I sighed, refusing to say anything. Dad smirked, knowing he’d won the argument.
After breakfast, I kissed Mom on the cheek, Dad kissed his fist, then fist-bumped with me. He always acts like one of my friends.
I walked outside and saw my baby, Blake – my Range Rover 4.4 SDV8. My parents are rich, not gonna lie. Dad owns his company, Mom’s a lawyer, and we always have time for each other.
My phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Mason. Smiling. “Hey motherfucker, can you pick me up today?” he asked. I nodded, then realized he couldn’t see it. “Hi Macy, yes. Send me your address. I don’t know where you live, and we're friends,” I said sarcastically. “Uh, don’t call me Macy, and okay, I’ll send you the address,” he replied. I said bye and hung up.
My idiot best friend. We always talk to each other like this. I call him Macy because sometimes he acts like a girl, so I tease him. First, when we became friends, he didn’t talk to any girls, just guys I knew were gay. I asked if he was gay, he said no, and I was happy.
I hate gays, but I don’t have a problem when they’re around me. I just stay away from them. They are…
My phone rang again. I picked it up. “What are you doing in the car stalling?” Mason said. I looked outside and saw him staring at me from the window. I hung up and climbed out of the car.
I went to ring the door, but Mason opened it, staring at me with his baby blue eyes. “Hey jerk,” he said, hugging me. I laughed. “Hey deep shit.” He said he’d be back to grab his bag. I nodded. I looked around.
The house is huge. Amazing. The living room is huge, as is the dining table – at least thirty people could sit there. The kitchen is also huge. I heard footsteps behind me, turning around I saw Mason with two more guys coming down. They were talking to each other.
“Ready?” I asked, smiling. He nodded, standing beside me. I wrapped my arm around him. “Who are they?” I asked, pulling my blank face on. I don’t want to show them any emotions. I have my playful face just for my parents and friends, and I’m bold. I don’t care what others think.
“Uh, they’re my cousins,” he said. I raised my brow at him. I know Mason saw me beating the shit out of a guy, and more than that I’m scary and sweet if I want to be, but… “Macy, why don’t you introduce us, or should I?” I said, smirking. He rolled his eyes.
“Hello, I’m Elliot,” I said with my blank face, staring at him. He also looked at me. I didn’t look away. I know he’s showing me his dominance. I wanted to scoff. Finally, he looked away.
“I’m Rocco,” he said, smiling, holding his hand out to shake. I took his hand and pulled him toward me, hugging him. I patted his back hard, showing him, don’t you dare look at me like that again.
I look like a sweet, innocent guy, but I’m a motherfucker. In reality, I pulled away from Rocco. He looked up and down, avoiding my eye. I smirked, satisfied. Looking at the other guy…
His hot. What the fuck am I thinking? Staring at his brown eyes, he looks scary to others, but to me, he’s like me. I think showing me his blank face. I raised my brow at him. “And you?” I asked, smirking. “I’m Alexander,” he said huskily. God, his voice is amazing. I nodded, turning around, throwing my arm around Mason’s shoulder and walked slowly.
“I like Rocco better. He’s a good boy,” I said, smirking. Mason looked at me, shocked, then laughed loudly. “You’re crazy.”
Seeing Alexander like this, I still can feel his eyes on me. A shiver ran down my spine. Why have I never felt like this? “I need a drink,” I said to Mason. He smirked, knowing what I meant. Sitting in the car, I started driving.
“I know a place we’ll go after school,” he said. I nodded. I don’t care. I want to get drunk, but first, I need a good fuck.
Standing beside the janitor's room, waiting for Ashley. She’s my fuck buddy. She doesn’t sleep with every boy in school, just me and Mason, but with me more.
I felt a hand on my arm. I looked up and saw Ashley. “Hi baby.” I rolled my eyes. I hate when she calls me baby. Pulling her toward me, I walked into the room and closed the door behind me.
(Mature content warning: The following section contains explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.)
Pressing her against the wall, I slammed my lips against hers. She moaned instantly and wrapped her arms around my neck. I bit her lower lip. She gasped and opened her mouth for me, slipping my tongue in. I sucked her tongue hard. I kissed her jaw and throat, leaving my marks. I don’t care if anyone sees.
I slid the strap of her tank top and bra down, looking at her big breasts and her already hard nipples. I lowered my head and sucked hard, like a baby. I wanted them to be sensitive. She moaned. “Mmmm.” Pulling away, I looked at her nipples, both red all around her chest, red with hickeys. I kissed her again.
Pulling her short skirt up, I slid her thin thong aside. She was already wet for me. I slid two fingers inside her and she screamed. I didn’t care if anyone heard it. “Oh fuck, Elliot!” she moaned, starting to unbuckle my pants.
I smirked, shaking. She smiled and knelt in front of me, pulling my pants and boxer shorts down. She held my dick in her hand and started stroking. “Suck,” I commanded.
And she did, sucking on my cock and moaning. She massaged my balls. I threw my head back, but didn’t moan. I didn’t want to show her anything. She sucked the tip. I wanted to be inside her, holding her hair tightly. I pulled her up and kissed her again. She pulled a condom out of her bag and gave it to me. I put it on and turned her around.
Pressing her against the wall, her round ass rubbed my cock. “I’m so wet for you, Elliot.” Without warning, I slammed my cock inside her. She screamed so loud I think the whole school heard it. Groaning, I didn’t give her time to adjust and started thrusting into her wet pussy. I moved faster and slammed harder, and she screamed my name over and over. I pulled her long blonde hair tightly, and she moaned.
“Do you like rough?” I said loudly, slamming into her pussy again and again, harder. She sobbed. “Yes, please, faster! I’m cumming!” she said, crying. I did.
Spreading her legs wider, I thrust faster than ever. She screamed as she cummed, clenching around me. I saw her cum. I thrust one more time hard.
Pulling out, I turned her around. I saw tears on her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” I asked. She shook her head. “No,” she said. This time, I kissed her slowly. She moaned again, rubbing her clit slowly. She put her head on my shoulder. I slid two fingers inside her, already drenched pussy, and with my thumb, I rubbed the sensitive clit. Her whole body started shaking. She held my shoulder for support, wrapping my other arm around her waist. I held her in my arms. “Elliot ohh fuck.” She cried out as she cummed for the third time.
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She kissed my jaw and licked my fingers, testing herself, and moaned. “It was amazing,” Ashley said. I smirked and winked at her. She blushed and wore her clothes again.
I buckled my pants again and walked out. I saw a few students outside, girls and boys, looking at me with wide eyes. I knew they heard Ashley screaming. Looking around, I saw Mason smiling at me, shaking his head.
I walked toward him. “What’s up?” I asked. “Couldn’t you wait until night?” he asked. I shook my head.
“How was it?” I heard some giggling. Turning around, I saw Ashley blushing. Her whole neck was full of hickeys. She saw me looking and blushed. I winked at her, and the other girls squealed, some glaring at her. I shook my head.
Girls are always the same.
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