8 comments/ 17949 views/ 32 favorites High School Never Ends Ch. 01 By: Darkhime This is my first fiction on literotica. I will definitely take critique on writing style and character development. All characters are 18 or older. ************************ He was bored. In bed, naked, balls deep in Stephanie, the head cheerleader, or was it Stacey. Nickolas hadn't bothered remembering her name. She was of no consequence, just a body that was currently available for what he needed, which at this time, was a quick fuck. Even though they traveled in the same social circle he didn't see her as anything special. She certainly wasn't some one he wanted to be associated with seriously. He saw her at the parties that he attended to keep appearances, in class, incessantly gossiping with her so called friends, and of course on the football field. She was the typical, vapid, entitled teenager. Her shrill cry, after he hit a particularly sensitive spot, pulled his attention back to why he was there in the first place. The lights were dimmed in the bedroom they were in. He continued to move in her, his grip on her hips tightened before moving past her ribs to squeeze her breasts and pinch at her nipples. She let out another high pitched moan, one that wasn't exactly pleasing to his ears. He couldn't continue with the poor choices he had been making recently, if the girl beneath him was any indication. The girl was beautiful by any standard. She was slim, toned with perky tits, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He slapped one before squeezing the other. Nickolas really did enjoy her breasts. The face was pretty enough also, with full lips, green eyes that were tightly shut while she focused on the sensations he gave her. Her long brown hair that was spread out over her white pillows gave him an idea. He pulled out of her, "Turn over." His voice was controlled, as if the strenuous activity was nothing more than a leisurely stroll through the park. She complied with his command in a daze, turning onto her stomach languidly, her body exhausted from constant pleasure. "On your knees." Short simple commands. He helped her into the position he wanted, on hands and knees. Gathering her brown hair into his hand, he twisted it around his wrist, yanking her head back towards him and slammed into her in one stroke, the sound of skin on skin permeating the room. Her back arched as he continued to slam into her, lifting her off her hands and bending her back into a deep bow. He no longer had to look at her. Redoubling his efforts he began to crash into her. His thrusts were deep enough to force the girl into silent screams as she was assaulted with the intensity of his thrust. She could feel him battering that place that made her lose her voice and be overcome with spasms over and over again. Pleased at the results of this new position, he could picture anyone he wanted now. Picture some girl too meek to stop him and all together pleasing to both the eye and ear. He looked down to see her cream covering his cock as he continued to ram in and out of her wet folds. She stilled on him going completely rigid as her final orgasm rushed over her. The contractions and the wetness that flooded his cock was enough for him to stop holding back and his own orgasm came over him as he flexed and spasmed inside of her, his cum filling the condom he donned. An obnoxious ringtone broke through the gasps of the two recovering. Stephanie/Stacey rolled over to her phone on the night stand. Nickolas noticed the grimace on her face before she answered. Whoever it was on the other end she didn't want to speak to and it certainly didn't seem as is she had a choice in the matter. But that wasn't his problem. "This is Stacey." Well that was one mystery solved. He began to get dressed. Now was the best time to leave while she was distracted and he was out of the door. If she felt a type of way, she'll say something when he saw her at school tomorrow. She was that sort, one to make a scene in order to seem important. He may entertain her tomorrow, although he knew himself better than that. **************************** "Skye, come down here and help me with these pastries!" Skye was already moving when she heard her name come out of her mother's mouth. "Coming!" She hit the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner. Skye and her mother lived above her shop, Janine's Bakery, named after her mother. Her father had left before he even knew about Skye. Her mother didn't speak much on him, and seeing as he didn't appear to be Janine's favorite topic, Skye learned early on not to bring him up during conversation. Skye could see her mother at the front counter as she ran into the back to get the pastries out of the oven before they burned. She had just closed the oven door when she heard her mother call her name again. Meeting Janine at the front register, Skye had to make sure she kept a straight face. Her mother, as kind hearted as she was, did not take shit from anyone and her patience was short lived on her best days. "Skye, honey, can you take over for me up front and I'll work on the baking in the back?" Even now looking at her mother, there were very few similarities between them. They were both slender built with curves in the best of places, but that was where the comparisons stopped. Janine's skin was dark, the color of umber, and Skye was more tawny in complexion. Their hair was another difference. Janine's hair was black and straight, with the aid of chemical, no-lye relaxers, while Skye's hair was much lighter, an auburn coloring and completely natural, full of unruly coils that kink up all of their own. Her mother's eyes where the most beautiful green she had ever seen especially when put alongside to what she felt was her own dull, dark, brown ones. Most people said her eyes were black, instead of brown because of how dark they were. She still remembered when her mother would try comfort her because Skye was certain that she was switched at birth. Her mother had told her how absurd it was for her to think such a thing and even went further to explain the mysteries of motherhood by advising her daughter that mothers instinctively know if they are given the right baby. This was all said before Janine calmly explained to her how black folk come in all different colors. Skye shook the memory off, unsure if it was her own insecurity that brought the it back to the surface in the first place and got to work cleaning tables and helping customers as they came in. Closing was probably her least favorite thing to do. Her mother had left a few hours ago to work the night shift at the hospital and so it was left to Skye to close up shop for the evening. Janine had got the second job to help save money for Skye to go to college and keep the bakery going. Skye understood that they were in a difficult position, with their bills, but even after she brought this up to her mother and tried to persuade her into letting her get an actual job, her response was always the same, 'Your only job is to make A's and help out at the bakery.' She sighed. "Just a few minutes left, and then I can lock up." She finished wiping down the last of the tables before going back to her math book. It was the last assignment she had left for the night. 10:00pm couldn't come fast enough, she was ready to divert all of her attention to what she knew would get her out of this town. It took everything in her power to keep her mouth shut and her head down when it came to the politics of this town and the singular high school in it. After the 13th glance to the clock on the wall the hands final pointed to the numbers she wanted to read. "10 o' clock on the dot." She said to her self, lifting the divider for the countertop to make her way to the front. She hadn't even set the divider back before the bell rang, signaling that a guest had entered the store. "We're closed." She hadn't looked up just yet, more focused on finding the correct key to lock the front door than the person that entered it. Nickolas had seen her from outside. The glass building of the bakery and the lights from inside allowed him to have a completely unobstructed view of the girl behind the counter reading a book, she looked familiar to him and from what he could tell she was the only one in the building. He glanced up and read the sign for Janine's Bakery. He didn't recognize the name as one of the business his father had acquired and he didn't spend much time on this side of town. He was only over here from leaving Stacey's and was looking for something to eat. This was the only place he had seen with the lights still on. He got out of his car and went inside. He frowned when she told him they were closed. She still had yet to look up. This must be a side effect of growing up in a small town. If she planned on ever leaving this place, she would need to be more wary. "I promise I'll be quick. Your store is the only one still open." She walked past him to the door. "We're not open." Skye still hadn't bothered to look up and Nickolas took the opportunity to walk over to the counter and look at what was left in the display window. "I'll rephrase," he started, bending over the counter, "You're the only store with the lights still on." The disgruntled sigh Skye made was definitely meant for Nickolas' ears, he knew it and just didn't care. And she could tell, judging from his slight chuckle and the fact that he didn't turn to her, that he wasn't going anywhere until he got what he wanted and she wasn't in the mood to put up a genuine argument. She quickly locked the door before making her way back behind the counter. "What can I get you?" She sounded even less enthusiastic than she felt. "Do you always great your guests with eagerness?" Amused green eyes met tired brown ones. They sized each other up. Skye had recognized him immediately. Nickolas Asante although she had never seen him up close, only in passing in the hallways although she doubted he knew who she was. Which made her feel a sense of yearning, for a moment she wanted his attention and this sensation, as sudden as it hit her, went leaving Skye to doubt if her keeping a low profile was worth the isolation she felt. Nickolas did recognize her. He knew who everyone in his senior class was, 'Never miss an opportunity, the more information you have the more powerful you are.' He lived by those words from his father. "Let me have a slice of the banana bread." He took the time to study her more as she went to get his order. She always kept a low profile, never too loud always participating in class and the more he thought on what he knew about Skye, he realized he didn't know enough. "$2.16 please." The sound of her voice brought him back to the present and out of his thoughts. He gave her the money which she promptly placed in the register and watched as she wrapped his purchase, placed it in their sack and took it with her as she moved from the front of the register. She continued to move forward. "Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked as she walked straight past him to the front door fully expecting him to follow. He knew well enough that if he did want anything else to eat tonight, she was not going to serve it. He rather liked her cheekiness, but he noticed she was from a distance and he wondered how she would react if he close the distance. He waited until she looked up from unlocking the door before he moved towards her. He didn't stop as he drew closer and Skye didn't move. Nickolas noted the squint she did. He could see her trying to workout what he was up to and he didn't want her to figure it out so he kept pressing forward. And when he was right on her he didn't change direction to the door, but still pressed forward into Skye's personal space. She backed up, which didn't do her much good as she was already against the wall and still Nickolas kept bearing down on her. She couldn't seem to think properly, his presence overwhelming her and still he was moving impossibly closer until they were just a breath apart. For some reason Skye couldn't get her brain to start. There was no way she should be letting anyone get this close to her, especially in well lit glass house, but she was stuck. Nickolas noted her reactions and lack thereof. Gone was the snarky girl who greeted him and when he first entered and in her place was this timid thing who didn't know what to do with herself when someone asserted authority. "I think I have everything I need." He stated before taking a bite of the banana bread, that Skye didn't notice he had taken out of her hand, and leaving the store. He heard the click of the lock being set behind him a few moments later. Nickolas wasn't bored anymore. High School Never Ends Ch. 02 Here is the next installment. ******** It would be a gross lie for Skye to say that the encounter with Nikolas had no effect on her, even if she wanted to pretend as if it didn't. Still she hadn't seen him, not that she expected to if she were to be honest. It was nice to have the most sought after person in her entire school to take notice of her existence. Pluto was small. Pluto High School, home of the Rockets, even smaller and everyone knew everyone. Awareness tickled the back of her neck, and Skye peaked her head around her locker door, just in time to see Nickolas himself turn the corner of the hallway in her direction. If she didn't know any better, she would've believed her own thoughts conjured him to her. Not that she particularly minded to look at him. He was gorgeous after all and she would be a hypocrite and a liar to say anything but. Just seeing him again overwhelmed her senses and she was reminded of his heat. His strong body, corded with muscles from his years on the football team, towering over her as she had waited, breath held, brown eyes staring into green. Would he have tried to kissed her? Would she have tried to stop him? She didn't know at the time, Skye still didn't know the answer to that question now as she continued to look upon him with a few other members of the Pluto Rockets football team. She shook her head. She needed to snap out of it. Nickolas Asante may be a walking god of sex in the flesh, but she couldn't afford to lose focus. She redirected her attention to gathering her belongings in her locker and transferring them into her bag. Nickolas saw her peak past her locker door when he turned the corner. He wanted her. Absentmindedly listening to Josh talk about a party he was throwing tonight, Nickolas began to formulate a plan. He had done his due diligence on little Skye Johnson and he knew how she needed to be in order to be open to what he had in mind and Josh unknowingly inspired the where for Nickolas. "I'll catch up with you guys later." He hung back from his team members before stalking behind Skye. She didn't hear him approach her, too focused on redirecting her thoughts from him and onto things "more important." His hand slamming open palmed on the locker beside her head jolted her. With a curse, she whirled towards the offensive sound and upon realizing it was a hand that belonged to a human being, she turned to face the asshole that nearly made her piss her pants. Brown eyes met green ones. And just like that, Skye was back in the position that she had just worked so hard to redirect her mind from. God he was beautiful, high cheek bones, tanned skin a strong jaw and full lips that were currently smiling at her. Even his teeth, brilliantly white and perfectly straight, dazzled her into some bizarre submissive state. Wasn't she going to chew his head off for giving her a heart attack? Now it was all she could do to notice that his lips were moving. And embarrassingly she realized she hadn't heard a word he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't catch that." Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. His smile widened at her obvious discomfort. "I said it was good to see you again Skye. If it wasn't for you, I don't know how I would've made it home, I was completely famished." He removed his had from the locker beside her and instead leaned his shoulder against it. He wanted her just comfortable enough to be open to what he was going to ask her and at the same time be uncomfortable enough in his presence to not say no, or better yet say anything at all. Skye seemed to be a little bewildered by his sudden change in stance. "There's a get together tonight, nothing too big, just a few friends. I wanted to see if you were interested in going with me. It would be my way of thanking you for going out of your way from me the other day." He tried his best to sound as an unsure person would while asking someone they liked out on a date. Nickolas was nothing if not confident and wasn't even sure she had even bought his attempt at humility. Skye couldn't believe what she had heard. Nickolas' voice sounded different than when she first heard him speak to her, it was a littler higher, more airy than she remember. She couldn't dwell on that for too long because what she had heard coming out of it was completely unreal. "Come again? What do you say?" Skye felt like she couldn't say anything. Never in a million years had she thought, during her senior year, that not only would she be invited to a party, but that she was being asked by Nickolas. There had to be a catch. He could see her thinking, trying to figure out his angle. Leaning in closer, he added a little more charm, "Please." Skye felt his lips ghosting agains the shell of her ear at his whispered plea. She didn't move when his had stretched towards her and gently brushed one of her kinky coils away from her collarbone, his fingers later returning to stroke lazy patterns along it. This could not be real life, there was something off, she knew it. There was no creditable reason for a guy like him to want a girl like here and yet when each thought of reason and self doubt would service, his fingers would press a little harder, or become lighter, or the pattern he was tracing would change all together. There was no way she could say no and Nickolas knew it. So when he saw her head slightly nod her acceptance, he mustered every ounce of discipline he could not to look smug. "Great, I'll pick you up at 10." And he was gone, leaving Skye completely confounded. ********* She still couldn't believe what had happened. In fact, she still wasn't totally convinced that it had happened. Skye had been ruminating over this as she halfway listen to their orders. It had been hours since her second encounter with Nickolas and she was flabbergasted. What's worse was that she said yes. Well technically she nodded and he took that as a yes. If her mother found out... "Okay Skye, I'm gone, please be sure to lock the door." Janine kissed her daughter on the cheek, before walking out the front. She definitely couldn't tell her mother. Skye locked up the shop about half an hour earlier than usual, allowing herself time to get ready. The anxiety she was developed over the whole situation felt like butterflies in her stomach. She was excited, and giddy in her nervousness. 'Would she let him kiss her tonight?' Once again she was unsure, but she removed the idea of any kissing as she turned on the shower. She was making a pretty big leap in assuming that he was even remotely attractive to her. She washed up quickly, not having the time she would normally to indulge in the relaxing heat and steam. The hair was next on the to-do list. Skye's curls were the most difficult to deal with, the natural coils caused her to be tender-headed in some places and the thickness of it was counterintuitive to the sensitive portions of her scalp because of how hard she had to wangle it into submission. After finishing her wrestling match, she finally succeeding in putting it into a bun, albeit a messy one of coils, and headed back downstairs to the bakery where she saw Nickolas step out from the behind the brightness of his headlights. She was able to make out what he was wearing as she got closer. Dark blue jeans, a white fitted v-neck and blazer. Only in magazines and movies, had Skye seen a man make causal dress look anything but, and she took a sudden intake of breath. It seem impossible for a person so young to have that kind of mastery over himself. He looked so powerful. Maybe this wasn't as a good of an idea as she thought. She went to the front door of the bakery. She would just have to come up with some sort of excuse to back out. "Hi, Nickolas," She sounded hesitant and unsure, Nickolas could hear it in her voice. He took in her stance when she partially opened the door. It wasn't fully opened for him to enter, she kept her body on the other side of it. She was having second thoughts and was going to try to back out. He needed to decide if he was going to try to persuade her to come willingly or take what he wanted by force. Whatever he chose, he knew little miss goodie two shoes didn't stand a chance against him. One way or another he was going to get what he wanted. "Hey Skye, are you ready to head out? You look amazing." The compliment wasn't empty. The halter dress she wore flattered her shape and her wild, head of curls, which he's never seen tamed, was drawn into a high messy bun, coils still somehow finding their way out of the austere twist. With her hair like this, the smooth tawny column of her neck was exposed and his eyes followed the line of her neck to her shoulder, before redirecting his line of sight to her collarbone. Her skin felt like butter, soft and creamy. His eyes snapped back to hers. He needed to maintain his control. He would have her soon enough. "About that. Nickolas, I am not going to be able to make it. My mother had to leave for work and she needs me here tonight." It was a lame excuse at best. Everyone knew her mother worked nights and Skye was home at nights by herself on a regular basis. Not to mention the shop was closed and she had already completed everything. Nickolas' eyes narrowed at hers incredulously. He wasn't buying what she was selling either. Skye knew she was completely out of her league. "Do you want me to leave?" His voice had changed again. It was deeper, assured and she wasn't sure what she should have expected, but she wasn't expecting a question. She couldn't understand what was going on here. She felt completely overwhelmed by him once again. Did she want him to leave? Not necessarily. She was intrigued like a scientist conducting an experiment.She wanted to know what could happened. As much as the logical, sane, practical portion of her mind was all for telling him bye and shutting the door in his face. The other side of her was sick of being isolated. She was 18. She didn't have any friends, didn't go to parties, had yet to have a boyfriend. She felt severely limited in her experiences and was sorely behind what she felt her peers had experienced already. She was over it. "No I don't want you to leave. Let me just grab my keys and we can go." Nickolas smiled as Skye stepped away from the door and made her back to the register counter. He watched the many emotions flutter across her face before a resolve settled in her eyes. Excitement, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a while, gripped him as he followed her warring emotions. She would be the perfect outlet he needed. ****** So this is how the other half lived. The party was in full effect by the time they arrived. Strobe lights were the only thing that illuminated the dark. Skye could make out the shadows of bodies everywhere moving to the music. The bass taking over her as well the low vibrations were felt under her own skin and her heart beat seemed to move at the same pace as the beat. She felt completely out of place as she followed Nickolas into the darkness. She had almost ran into him when he stopped without warning in front of her. "I'll be right back. There are drinks here if you want any." Great now he was leaving her. Not that she felt any less confident with him being there. She poured the liquid from the bowl into a cup and took a tentative sip. Punch. Thank God. She was on her second cup, before she became less unsure of herself. She wasn't too concerned on where Nickolas had gone off to. No one really knew her here, let alone see her and the music was really influencing her to move with it and she did after pouring herself a 3rd cup of the delicious punch. Nickolas had been watching her from a distance, wanting to see how she would fair on her own without him in a completely new environment. He had made his rounds to keep up appearances before stopping to talk to Daniel. They had known each other since pre-school and were practically brothers for all intents and purposes. Many mistook them for being related, the only difference were their eyes, Daniel's was a deep blue, almost black in coloring. He kept his eyes on Skye as he and Daniel spoke. She was quickly becoming the center of attention, moving fluidly on the makeshift dance floor amongst the crowded bodies. She had taken her 4th drink from Drew, a generally harmless guy. Nickolas watched him leave Skye and get the drink for her, making sure there wasn't anything slipped in the drink. He wanted her uninhibited, not drugged. Daniel noticed where Nickolas' focus truly lie and he too began to take notice of Skye. Even from this distance in the dim lighting, he could tell she was innocent, completely unaware of the monsters lurking about, laying in wait. She was completely unaware of the prey she had become. "What game are you playing at Nick?" He was probably the only one to ever call him by the nickname. Nickolas gave his long time friend a mischievous smile."You'll find out soon enough." And he walked away to met Skye on the dance floor. She felt like she was flying. Her limbs felt light and heavy simultaneously giving her the delicious sensation. She had never felt like this before and she reveled in it. The music she clung to to keep her feet on solid ground so she couldn't fly too far and she didn't care about any one or anything else. Is this what she had been missing? This weightlessness. She was instantaneously jealous that she was just now getting to experience this. Even with her senses dulled, she felt the moment he was behind her. The awareness she had of him would have caused her more concern, but for whatever reason, she could not force her brain to get that far. She felt his hands slip around her hips before he pulled her to him from behind. She didn't stop dancing. Back to chest, she leaned her head back against him as she continued to dance, her head just reaching his collar bone. His hands continued to skim across her body, down her thighs before moving back up above her waist and even higher still, gently grazing the underside of her breasts before trailing back down to their original position at her hips. Continuously he did this as they danced, Skye becoming hotter, more flushed in the heat of the bodies, both theirs and the others in the room. Shivers ran down her spine before she felt his breath on her ear. Her lower body clenched at the interaction with a sensitive spot she didn't know she had in anticipation. "Come with me." She turned her head to him, their lips nearly touching as she let their nearness envelop her, before she allowed him to steer her through the house by the small of her back. The door closed behind her and she felt Nickolas brush past her as he continued to walk forward. The room was dark the only light coming from the moon outside the window. Somewhere in her mind she knew she shouldn't be there. That this was wrong for some reason, but she couldn't focus to hold on to that trepidation. She watched him take off his blazer and sit on the bed, the moonlight allowing her to see the silhouette of his muscled frame."Come here." Skye followed his order, walking to where he was sat on the bed. She didn't feel in control of herself, like having an outer body experience, as she moved. She stopped when her knees touched his. He opened his legs wide "You can come closer, I won't bite." He didn't wait for her, his hand reached out to Skye, caressing his way up her hand to her wrist, gently pulling her to him, not stopping until her thighs were touching his hardness. He twirled her so that her back was once again facing him and pulled her down to sit in between his thighs. She felt his hands move up her shoulders before wrapping around her neck. "So innocent and open." He tilted her head back against his chest with his fingertips before whispering in her ear. "You have no idea what I plan to do to you." Skye didn't move. She didn't notice the tie that held her dress loosen from Nickolas' manipulation. It wasn't until she heard and felt her zipper coming undone that she realize the type of trouble she was in and moved as quickly as she could from Nickolas' grasp, holding the top of her dress to keep herself covered. "No. I can't do this. I need to go." The words hurried out of her mouth as she stumbled towards the door. The heels and alcohol she unknowingly consumed affecting her motor skills. She turned the handle. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. 'Why wasn't the door opening?' She could feel the tear prick and blur at her vision. She wouldn't cry, she would break the door down if she had to. "Missing something." She turned towards him. The swiftness of the motion making her a little dizzy. She pushed past the nausea to focus on the shiny object in his hand. A key. "The only want to open that door is with this key." She could hear the smugness in his voice. She wanted to punch him. "What do you want?" Her unfurled himself from the bed and stalked towards her. "You." He was on top of her before she could fully comprehend what was happening. his lips punishing hers in a dominating kiss. He wanted her to submit to him. His hand tangled in her hair, snapping her head back. The pained gasp she emitted allowed Nickolas to deepen the kiss his tongue swept over her bottom lip before flicking her own, delving deeper into her mouth. Skye was in a daze. She could no longer tell if she was pushing Nickolas away or pulling him closer to her. She could feel her knees buckle beneath her before she was pulled tighter into Nickolas' embrace, his forearm wrapped around her waist. Her lower abdomen clench and her pussy fluttered in excitement a dampness began to spread between her legs. "You're not going anywhere until I let you go. You're mine Skye." Over her dead body. She focused on her indignation and renewed her efforts to push his solid body off her. Nickolas detangled his fingers from her hair and Skye thought she had a chance until she felt both his hands grip her, just under her ass and lift up against the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist not wanting to fall and Nickolas took full advantage, thrusting his hardness against her aching core, the friction causing the moisture to increase. She whimpered when he lightly pressed against her clit, his rigid cock teasing her, causing her body to tremble in his arms. Skye didn't know if she wanted him to stop or keep going. She felt completely on edge and the sound of her voice, tense and needy as she whimpered out to him for what she did not know how to express. "Poor Skye, my poor, poor Skye. Has anyone ever made you feel like this?" Her legs tightened around his waist and Nickolas pressed himself a little harder against her core to support her weight as his hands moved over her thighs inching closer to her panty covered pussy. The flutters increased the closer he got, Skye's fingers digging into his shoulders her head bent into the crook of his neck. He stroked his index finger along the covered cleft of her core, her wetness dampening his finger, causing her to tense in pleasure. She didn't want to be attracted to him, not anymore and they both knew it. He took pleasure in being able to make her body contradict her mind and the thought of being able to bend her will to his made his cock jerk against her in excitement eliciting a sharp intake of breath. His mouth covered hers, his tongue invading her and that same finger, that had be so cruelly teasing her, eased aside her flimsy underwear before gradually inserting the digit millimeter by millimeter into her fluttering passage. She couldn't breath, could barely stay inside her own skin at the overwhelming sensations battering her inexperienced mind and body as Nickolas continued to pump his finger in and out of her at the agonizingly slow pace he had set. She couldn't concentrate on anything else, not his lips moving against hers, her tongue being overpowered by his, forcing her submission to him. High School Never Ends Ch. 02 She could only focus on that extremity of his, and when she felt it change directions, as if searching for something, and hit a spot within her, it caused Skye to whimper and her body to tremble in Nickolas arms. He continued to stroke that same spot with a come- hither motion before adding his thumb to lightly stroke at her clit, sending her body into overload. His eyes never left her face as she came apart in his arms watching, studying every detail as she as she reached her peak. She was so responsive to him, just thinking of her reactions to him at the bakery and here now he couldn't suppress his own moan at the thought of what his little goodie two shoes would do for him. He gently slipped his finger from inside her quivering folds, caressing her sensitive nub lightly as he withdrew. Her body shuddered again and he drew his extremity, covered in her essence to her lips, gently tracing her mouth before he commanded her to suck it. She tasted herself for the first time, savoring her flavor before Nickolas removed the digit, his tongue sampling her flavor on her lips before plundering her mouth for more. He could not get enough of her, as he searched for more of her flavor, licking over her tongue, flicking it, before suckling her bottom lip. "Are you ready for what comes next?" He whispered in her ear, before licking the outer shell. His hands moving back to grip her behind, massaging both globes under her dress before carrying her to the bed. She was too dazed to comprehend that he was actually speaking to her. One moment she felt like she was flying, the next falling until softness cradled her. Nickolas made quick work of getting rid of her dress, sliding the untied, unzipped garment past her hips and down her legs. Prior to removing each shoe, he kissed his way from her ankle to her calf, bringing her legs, one at a time, to his waist once again before dipping to kiss his way back up her body. The trail his lips made sent fire throughout Skye's body and it was all she could do to just lay there, her brain attempting to process each sensation as it came. She couldn't think about how in over her head she was, or that she was in the process of breaking every vow she had ever made to herself; and when his lips encircled her mauve nipple she could no longer think in a coherent thought. Her body bucked under him and she let out a sharp cry when his teeth gently grazed her before biting lightly on the puckered flesh, his free hand teasing the other nipple exposed to him. He released her offered fleshed and licked his way up her sternum before coming to peck her lips lightly staring at her closed eyes. "Look at me Skye." His hand went back to rub his cock up and down her soaking slit, covering the head in her juices. Her eyes opened, brown eyes meeting green ones. She could hardly keep his gaze, the intensity in his eyes overwhelming her. She had only looked away for a second. The resulting sound of a slap followed by the sting on her ass brought her eyes back to his In shock. "Keep your eyes on me Skye." He began to slap his cock against her clit, his words in rhythm with even hit. "I want" She gasped. "To watch" Her body began to tighten with the rebuilding tension. "You" She was gasping for air. "Cum" His free hand at her throat, his thumb redirecting her face back to his, holding her still. "On" She was trying to buck him off. "My" She was coming apart. "Dick" He thrust into her in a single motion, stretching her channel, forcing it to accommodate his girth. The pain was sharp and and sudden when he rip through her hymen. Her cry was strangled from the intensity of it. The alcohol doing little to dull her pain. Nickolas held himself to her, his left hand holding her hip and his right still holding her neck, watching her pain flash through her eyes. She never closed them. The pain cleared the lust that was fogging her brain. She tried to get from under him, bringing her hands to one again push against him. "Stop." His grip tightened around her neck. "No." He begin to move inside her, shallow thrusts at first while he watched the torment in her eyes. She felt like heaven. Warm, tight, wet. The delicious friction was making it hard for him to focus and not cum right then and there. "Please. I just want to go home." Her eyes were watering with unshed tears. She was so close to the breaking point. Just a little bit more. "You can go home when you tell me who you belong to." He angled his hips to allow his cock to rub against the bundle of nerves that overloaded her senses with pleasure. Skye's body trembled and Nickolas increased his thrusts in her, forcing her pussy to stretch in order to accommodate his hardness the head of shaft continuously stimulating her g-spot. He withdrew his length until the tip of his cock rested just outside of her sopping pussy. He waited until her orgasm was just out of reach before he began to pound into her again. Over and over he did this, bring Skye to the edge before gently asking in her ear who she belonged to. Each time she didn't answer, he would stop all movement until she was no longer on the precipice and start start all over again. Skye didn't know how much longer she could take of his manipulation. Her senses felt heightened, like she was working on overtime, she felt constricted in her own skin and she was overly aware of him and his cock not moving in her weeping core. She wanted relief from this tension that continuously built inside her and it seem only Nickolas could give it to her. She hated him for it, for being the cause and cure to this force inside her. It was a completely irrational emotional response when she started to hit and slap at him lashing out. This wasn't fair, It wasn't supposed to be like this. She just wanted this over. Her wrists were pinned to the bed by one of his hands. His free hand held her hip down so she couldn't buck him off her. "Who do you belong to?" She just wanted it to stop. "You." Her voice was barely audible. Nickolas gave a forceful thrust before stoping. "You what?" Skye wanted to scream. "I belong to you." "Good girl." Nickolas renewed his thrusts with vigor his balls slapping against her. Skye couldn't do anything except lay there and take it, her pussy contracting relentless as he pounded her into submission. She could feel that tension building inside her coiling tighter, her body tensing. Nickolas didn't stop, forcing more and more of his cock into her until he was hitting her cervix. The acuteness of sensation stopped her cry in the back of her throat, her toes curling and her back arching into the feeling. He saw in her face it was too much for her now. In time, she would be able to take all of him and enjoy it. Relishing in the idea, he angled his hips to stimulate her g-spot once more, inciting her moans, her fingers flexing in his grasp. "Are you ready to cum for me Skye." It wasn't really a question as Nickolas began to rub at the bundle of nerves, shutting her brain down to anything other than what he was doing to her. He didn't stop when he released her hands and moved his back to her neck, holding her head in place. He continued flaming her passion as his forehead rested against hers, his order leaving his lips and caressing her own. "Cum for me." A dam broke inside of her and he covered her mouth with his, smothering her cries as she rode wave after wave, her juices overflowing her leaking folds to pool beneath them. Watching her release underneath him overtook Nickolas, and he soon followed, his body going still above Skye as his cock jerked inside her, releasing himself into the condom he wore. As soon as she was able to get her bearings she was out of the bed looking for her clothes. Nickolas had moved onto his side on the bed to keep from crushing Skye under his weight. "You're mine Skye. You're going to have to accept it sooner or later." "Fuck you." She didn't bother to look at him and she began to tie her dress back on at the neck and zip herself back up. "I already did, but for now let's talk about our arrangement, or would you prefer mommy dearest find the tape of her baby girl fucking the high school quarterback?"