Chapter Five
Sam
“Dude, you coming or what?” I looked up at Dallas who was hovering over my desk, Troye by his side, presumably waiting for me to pack up and head to next class with them.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” I told Dallas, a sly smile on my face indicating that I had some unfinished business with Mr. Rush regarding a certain banana. Dallas grinned back knowingly and stole a glance at Damien who was shuffling things around at his desk.
“I’ll let you go then,” he said with a final smile, then grabbed Troye’s hand and headed out.
I looked down at my desk, all my history notes still spread out everywhere. I began to pack up painfully slowly, waiting for the stoner kids in the back to leave. Once they did, it was go time.
“Sam get to class, I don’t have time for this,” Damien muttered the second I was alone, no more stoners in sight.
“Have time for what?” I asked innocently, zipping up my backpack. He glared at me in response, knowing exactly what I was doing, then continued fumbling around with the various teacher items he was holding.
Time to enact step one.
I brought the uneaten banana to my lips, gradually stepping towards him. He wasn’t looking at me, but my tongue started toying with the tip of it anyways. It was time to make Damien squirm. He began to reprimand me, although still focused on his papers.
“Sam I’m not kidding, you’re gonna miss seventh per….” His sentence fell off as his eyes landed on me for the first time. I continued playing with it as he gripped his desk fiercely, his bottom lip hanging open. But as soon as the banana went all the way in my mouth, he quickly turned around, searching for something to keep his attention. He settled on erasing the black board, his hands shaking furiously. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Since step one was pretty much over, I took a bite from the fruit and chewed it, lazily leaning against the wall watching him.
I heard Damien sigh. “Sam what are you doing?” he asked, tiredness present in his voice as he turned back to face me.
I answered with: “Swallowing,” in an obvious tone, considering the fact I was still eating the banana.
Damien chuckled a bit, and then smirked. “I asked what you were doing right now, not this weekend.”
I felt my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Someone found his mojo. But I still had mine.
“Oh so you want to be receiving then? If I can recall correctly, I do owe you one considering you had your mouth on my penis the night before you left.”
His mouth fell open. I smiled smugly and continued speaking.
“Now that I think about it, I really do miss the feeling of your big—“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Damien’s shrill tone interrupted step two, but I just grinned and kept going, using that silky, seductive voice that drove him crazy.
“Hard—“
“Samuel Jake Powers!” he threatened, his voice husky and breathless.
“Cock in my—“
I didn’t get to finish that sentence, not because Damien interrupted me with his words, but because he interrupted me with his lips.
He had pressed me against the wall, his hands fisting my t-shirt as he buried his mouth in my own. And boy did it set me on fire. I hungrily moaned the second his lips touched mine in a heated race, my entire body being set aflame by his presence. I felt him reach over and pull the blinds down over the door window, locking it shortly after.
Damien’s hands trailed down my chest and landed on my thighs as he tried to grab them and force me to straddle him, but that was not happening on my watch. I quickly spun around so Damien’s back was to the wall—not breaking the kiss—and then easily hiked him up onto my waist as he gasped in surprise.
I toke the opportunity and dove my tongue into his mouth, eliciting a deep groan from him. My hands found his face, pulling him into me even more until we were both gasping for breath.
“One condition,” I heard myself whisper huskily into his lips. He nodded quickly, agreeing. “I top.”
“What?” he whisper-shouted, pulling away from me in surprise, but it was short lived. I grabbed him before he could get very far, his crotch digging into me and igniting every fiber of my being.
“I’m topping,” I growled, pulling his lips into a heated kiss, my tongue delving into his mouth with a dominance I didn’t know I could summon when it comes to Damien. He pulled away from me slowly after a couple seconds. I waited.
“Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head innocently. A deep moan escaped my throat at the sight of him biting his lip, acting so vulnerable. I felt him whimper underneath me as my lips attacked the delicious skin below his ear, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. I couldn’t just rip it off him this time, he had to wear it the rest of the day.
As soon as he was undressed, I got to work, my mouth devouring every inch of his exposed chest as he writhed underneath me. As I went lower, I felt him grab my chin so I could see his eyes.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice thick with desire. So I did. I kept my eyes on his as I ravished his torso, licking and sucking in a sex-crazed rage. By the time I finished, I could feel my penis throbbing to be inside of him. So, I set him down on the floor and went to pull off my jeans, but Damien’s hands stopped me. I looked at him with a raised brow as he gave me a seductive little smile and began undoing my pants himself. As soon as my boxers were on the ground, I lifted Damien and had him straddling me again as we kissed feverishly. I made my way to his desk, quickly pushing off anything in the way and set him down on his back. He glanced at my pulsing member and groaned with anticipation, already grabbing the sides of the desk for support.
Not wasting any time, I lifted him up slightly, beginning to stretch his entrance with my fingers.
“Oh god, Sammy just do it,” he moaned after a few minutes with only my fingers. He seemed to be taking them pretty well, so I agreed, plunging my tip in quickly.
He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise as I probed deeper, his finger nails clawing down my back as he let out a string of curse words, a couple directed at me.
“Fuuhuuuck you, Sam, God DAMN this hurts like a mother fucker!”
I leaned forward--still slamming myself into him—and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, the opposite of what was going on below us, in attempt to shut him up. It did the trick, Damien relaxing under my mouth, his hands even leaving my back and calmly fingering through my hair. I felt myself moan softly as he did so, even my tempo slowing down. He caressed my cheeks and my shoulders, his fingers running up and down my torso slowly. I evened my pace inside him as I found his spot.
“Sammy…” he moaned into my hair, my lips placing small kisses on his neck. He pulled my head back up and buried his lips into mine, earning a small moan from me.
The act wasn’t forceful or demanding anymore. It was soft and sweet and slow, like nothing we’ve ever done together. And it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
Until his phone rang.
We hadn’t even been kissing. We were just staring at each other, his fingers running all over my face, his thumb on my lip.
“Shit,” was all he muttered. He didn’t even make a move to push me away.
“Should you get that?” I asked him breathlessly, our bodies sticking together with heat and sweat.
“Should I? Yes. Will I? Hell no.”
I chuckled, and pressed my lips to his again, the phone not ringing any longer. I eased myself in and out again, savoring the way I felt inside of him, extremely close to my peak. It didn’t help that Damien’s throbbing and erect penis was oozing precome on my lower torso.
Just as I felt myself about to finish, the phone rang again.
“Ignore it,” Damien whispered into my lips breathlessly. Instead, I took it as a cue to ram myself into him a little harder, his deep moan causing me to orgasm instantly. I collapsed on top of him, my body wiped of its energy. Damien was gasping for breath underneath me, his penis still rock hard. So I gave him a gentle kiss and pulled out of him, making my way down to his crotch.
Damien chuckled. “So you really are gonna be swallowing today after all,” he joked, running his hands through my hair as my tongue sucked the liquid off his member.
My only response was to take all of him in my mouth, earning a gasp of pleasure. Hey, not having a gag reflex came in handy at times like these.
I looked at him as I sucked—he liked that.
And boy was I right, because not even ten seconds into the blowjob was I swallowing his entire load. And I thought I was a light weight. But the way he moaned Sammy when he peaked was enough to make me come all over again.
I licked him clean, then stood up, helping him off his desk as well. He gave me this look as we stood there in silence. His lips were turned upwards and his eyes were shining, but he didn’t say anything. Wordlessly, he walked over to my boxers and held them out for me to put on, which I did. He did the same thing with my pants and shirt, even buttoning my jeans and everything. I watched in awe. It felt like a genuine act of kindness, not some ploy to seduce me like the cat and mouse game we had been playing for the past two days. This was sincere.
So naturally, I dressed him as well. And when we both were fully clothed, he looked at me, then took my face in his hands and planted a small kiss on my forehead, making me shiver.
“I’ll write you a pass to next period,” he said nonchalantly, then picked up his passbook that happened to be on the floor halfway across the room.
He handed me the yellow slip once he was finished and I mumbled my thanks as he got to work on picking everything up.
“Dame, I can help,” I insisted, walking over to where he was crouched on the floor.
“No, Sammy get to class. I don’t need you getting in trouble,” he finished, smiling at me. It was so weird not to see a smug little grin on his face, so I just nodded in response, still in shock.
“Well… I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess,” I said, looking over my shoulder as I opened the door to leave.
“Oh yes you will,” he replied with a wink. I chuckled and shook my head. He was back.
I barely even registered the door slamming behind me, or the five-minute walk to my next class, because my head was spinning with images of his chocolate brown eyes and my forehead was still tingling from the touch of his soft lips.
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“Dude, I forgot to ask, what ever happened after class with Damien?” Dallas’ question had my cheeks flushing pink as the images of our encounter came flooding through my head.
“Oh, you know, he smirked, I replied with a snarky comment, he replied with a snarkier one, I left. The usual,” I finished hurriedly, wanting to drop the matter as soon as possible. Dallas didn’t need to know that I already gave into my body’s desires only two days in to Damien’s term.
Dallas chuckled in response, reaching over me and grabbing the remote. We were lounging around the Smith’s basement after school, waiting for Mason and Caspian to come down with popcorn and sodas, the typical afterschool routine.
We had been waiting for the two for about ten minutes now; I wonder what’s keeping them…
But I didn’t question it further, because not a second later was the basement door slamming shut, the raised voices of my pack members flooding through my ears.
“Who does that? Lime juice on popcorn, that’s just sick,” Mason was saying, bounding down the staircase, his arms full of Coke bottles. Caspian was trailing behind him; two bowls of popcorn in hand and a very fed-up look on his face.
“I told you, Mase, it’s a British thing, my foster mum did it all the time when I lived overseas,” Caspian responded, a hint of annoyance escaping from his faded English accent.
Caspian actually wasn’t pack blood, believe it or not. He lived in London until age 15 when his foster mother sent him over to live with her sister after receiving news that she had cancer. She loved Casp and didn’t want to see him be put through the system again, so she asked her sister--our pack elder--to adopt him, which she did. Casp wasn’t a wolf, and knew nothing about our kind, until he tried to break up a fight between two rogues and ended up with a vicious bite to his abdomen. He was bed ridden for days, but eventually woke up with no wound and quite a lot of confusion regarding the razor-sharp nails and fangs protruding from his body. Needless to say, now Caspian was one of us.
“Yeah but that doesn’t make it any less disgusting,” Mason grumbled, plopping himself on the floor in front of the couch, sodas tumbling out of his arms. Troye reached over and grabbed three, handing one to Dallas and I.
Caspian huffed in frustration, knowing he could never make Mason see reason, then sat down next to him.
Mason was the kind of guy that you never won an argument against. And I mean never. He could be trying to convince you that Miranda Cosgrove was actually just Michael Jackson in disguise, and somehow make you believe it. And if you refused to believe it, he didn’t shut up until you did. He called himself strong-willed, but we called him a nuisance.
Just as we were beginning to settle in, the door ball rang.
“Who’s here Mase?” Dallas asked from my right, directing the question at Mason because we all knew he would have invited some chick, even if it was supposed to be a guys only thing.
Mason smiled wickedly, then rubbed his hands together and jumped off the floor. Caspian looked disgusted.
“Seriously, Mason? You invited a girl?” Casp spit, dangerously eyeing a still smiling Mason.
“Of course. I’m Mason,” he replied, an arrogant look on his face and a proud tone that caused Caspian’s nostrils to flare with anger as he jumped off the floor, clenching his fists.
“Yet another innocent girl is falling into your sex-driven clutches. I expected more from you Mason.”
Mase snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping up to Caspian.
“Trust me, Caspy, this girl is anything but innocent,” he drawled, a familiar glint in his eyes and twist in his smile. “And it’s not my fault you can’t get laid, dude. Take it out on someone else, would ya?”
Mason’s comeback wasn’t just an untruthful insult. Casp did have a little trouble sealing the deal, if you catch my drift. Don’t get me wrong, with his chiseled jaw-line, intense eyebrows set over brooding eyes, and his killer sense of style, girls eyed him like a piece of meat. And even from a guy’s point of view, Casp had it all. He had intelligence, looks, and good intentions, but when it came to a girl’s point of view, there was one thing missing. Sex. He just never did it. Ever. No hand jobs, no boob grabbing, no nothing. I’m pretty sure he’s only ever gotten to first base, the poor kid.
Caspian just huffed in response, pushing past Mason with the shove of his shoulder and heading for the staircase while mumbling “I’ve had it.”
Mason furrowed his brows and looked at us with an inquisitive stare as the basement door slammed. He shrugged, and then began to sit back down but Troye cleared his throat expectantly, stopping him.
Mason looked over at the omega who was giving him a pointed look. Mase sighed.
“I’ll go get him,” he grumbled, tossing his bottle of coke on the floor and heading for the stairs.
Troye blew a hair from his forehead and sighed dramatically. “Boys,” was all he said.
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Caspian
He’s a no good, narcissistic player that has no idea how to treat a lady with no concept of respect. He thinks he is Gods gift to the goddamned earth! The fucking prick doesn’t even--
My internal rant about my dick of a pack mate was cut short as I pulled open the front door, revealing one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She had a heart shaped face with a perfect pale complexion, complete with fierce green eyes and bouncy red curls that I just wanted to run my hands through. And Mase was definitely right when he said she wasn’t innocent. This chick was blatantly checking me out, giving me a full blown once over with a seductive smirk playing at her lips. When she finished her viewing, her eyes snapped back up to mine.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked with confidence, tilting her head to the side, her curls bouncing with it.
“Not staying here to watch you snog Mason, that’s for sure,” I replied in all honesty. Instead of slapping me like Mase’s last one, her lips broke into a grin.
“Well then, guess I’m not going to snog Mason then. I’m Tessa, by the way. So let’s go, chop chop,” she demanded, pushing past me into the home, grabbing my wrist along the way.
I felt my eyebrows furrow on their own accord. Who the hell was this chick?
“Oh Mason, dear there you are. Mind showing me where we’re headed?” Her noxiously sweet voice had me turning around in the direction she was speaking. Mason stood there in the foyer, his mouth hanging open as he took in the sight of me being dragged by his date. He just nodded in response to Tessa, and turned to the basement door, the two of us following closely behind him.
Mason resumed his spot on the floor with a thud an annoyed expression, me plopping down right next to him, but not without leaving space for Tessa. But instead, she walked right on by Mason and took her chances on me, practically sitting on my lap. I couldn’t help but shiver in disgust. Women were so forward.
“Tessa, you can sit with Mason,” I told her, receiving extremely confused looks from the three on the couch. I ignored them and turned back to the fluttery-eyed redhead.
“I know, but I’d like to sit with you,” she answered, her fingers and her eyes trailing down my chest. My eyebrows rose at her audacity.
Mason snorted next to me. “Yeah, good luck with that.” I glanced over at Mason as the words left his mouth. He was tossing popcorn—my popcorn—lazily into his mouth as he settled in to a pillow, eyeing the two of us with obvious amusement.
“What is he talking about?” Tessa asked from my right.
“Oh you see,” I began, turning to face her. “I can’t close. Can’t seal the deal, pop your cherry, whatever you Americans say. So, I’m really not worth your time,” I finished, smiling along with Mason’s giggles of laughter behind me. And yes, I did say giggles. Mason is a giggler. And I would be a right liar if I said it wasn’t the cutest thing ever.
Tessa turned her nose up at me, obviously fed up with the two of us laughing at her—well, technically at me, but still. So then, after one last hard glare, she got up and began to crawl over me to get to Mason. But before she did, Mason held his hands up in defeat.
“Woah there, cowgirl. No way in hell I’m getting Caspy’s sloppy seconds,” he told her, grinning at me like the Cheshire cat. I didn’t know what was so funny about that, but he called me Caspy so I smiled back anyways.
So she got up, huffing, and then stormed up the stairs, the slam of the door shaking the entire basement.
Mason looked at me. His bright blue eyes were shinning and so were his wet lips as he bit back a smile. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly disheveled in a very manly, but attractive way. Obviously the girls went wild for him.
The corners of my mouth started to rotate as we continued to stare at each other, holding in our laughter. But it became too much. All five of us burst into hysterics, rolling around the floor and the couch, tears stinging our eyes, cramps burning our stomachs. Mason had crashed into me as he fell forward, his face in my shoulder as he sobbed of laughter.
“Dude,” was all he could manage to say when we stopped laughing. He shot me another coy grin as I shook my head, still chuckling. “You were literally just Mr. Steal yo girl.”
I shoved his shoulders, pushing him down to the ground in a tackle. “I’ve never stolen anything in my life!”
Mason laughed heartily underneath me, his voice vibrating through my body, causing an odd sensation to erupt in my chest. I tightened my knees around his torso and pressed my hands forcefully into his shoulders with a grin.
“Well it doesn’t matter, you couldn’t have handled her if you wanted to, Casp,” he said with his signature pompous asshole face. I jammed my knees into his sides further. He winced.
“I could handle anyone,” I replied, my voice low as I leaned into his face. Mason smiled, almost in pity, his eyes boring into mine.
“Even me?” he replied, eyebrow raised. I smirked, and leaned in further, just so my mouth hovered directly over his ear, my lips brushing his lobe as I spoke.
“Especially you,” I purred, applying even more force to his torso. I couldn’t tell if it was the pressure my body was administering or the tone of my voice, but as soon as I spoke, he gulped, shivers running down his body.
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