Tryst Six Venom

“All I dreamed about was someone wanting me. I wanted to look over in class and see a girl looking at me the way I looked at her. Having someone touch my fingers and hold my hand or pass me notes in class. I wanted someone to have a crush on me—someone with a soft body and soft hair. Everyone else got to have that. All the fucking movies and love songs, and…” I choke on a sob, forcing it back down. “It just got so lonely, and after a while, I just got angry.”

“I’m not gay,” she says quietly, and I have to strain to hear her over the rain. “I’m just in love with you.”

You always felt lonely in a room with him, but you were never alone, and if we took anything into this world, it was that.

She is seventeen, a minor, and…”

Mine.

“You’re male,” I say. “You’ll succeed no matter what.”

Unless I’m reading an assignment or doing a paper or taking a test,

I’m thinking about you.”

― V.C. Andrews, Secret Whispers

She’s better than a drug. I always knew she had it in her.

That’s how pathetic I am. Fantasizing over a straight girl who believes I deserve nothing good in this world, because I think hate-fucking her would make me feel powerful. Because I don’t love her and I don’t like her, but I feel something about her, and whatever it is, it’s strong, and I need it.

“You’re so wet.” Her self-satisfied whisper is barely audible.

I can feel it. God, I’m far from satisfied. Now I’m pissed.

With my fingers tangled in the strap of her thong, I grip her ass as she fucks my hand. I want to lean up and suck on her breast, but I love the view too much as she rocks on me and I rub her with my thumb.
A ringing pierces the air, and we both blink but don’t stop.
One hand in her pussy and the other on her ass, I keep her going as she digs on the side of the chair for her phone.
Pulling it out, she pants. “My mom.”
“Answer it,” I tell her. “If you don’t, she’ll worry, and then she’ll track it.”
Her mouth falls open, caught up in the pleasure.
“Hurry,” I tell her.
I’m about to come with her writhing on top of me like this. Shit.
She answers it, holding it to her ear. “Mom,” she says, breathless.
I laugh quietly, hearing her mother on the other end.
Clay rolls her hips, biting her bottom lip as she stares down at me. “I’m okay,” she pants and then clamps a hand over her mouth. “I’m, um… I’m with Callum.”
I lean up, flicking her nipple with my tongue and smiling. “Yeah, Mom. She’s with Callum.”
I suck hard, and she moans. “Uh-huh,” she says to whatever Gigi is telling her. “I’m safe. I’ll be home as soon as the rain lets up.”
“You’ll be home when I’m done,” I correct her, jerking her harder into my hand.
Clay comes down, covering my mouth with hers, a smile peeking out. “Shhhh…”
My clit throbs, and I’m so wet. I push up into her as I bury my finger inside of her, feeling all the warmth pool at my center and my orgasm almost there.
God, fuck, Clay… She grinds harder.
She mewls, and I bite my bottom lip again to stifle my own orgasm as I clamp a hand over her mouth, watching her getting ready to come.
“I’ll just sleep at Krisjen’s, actually,” she spits out really quickly. “It’s already so late. I’ll be home first thing in the morning, okay?”
A pause, Clay jerks, her face twists in pain, and I stick two fingers inside, breathing hard as she loses her mind.
“Mom, I have to go,” she gasps. “Krisjen’s leaving. I’ll call you in the morning!”
Ending the call, she throws the phone somewhere, and her pussy clenches around my fingers as she cries out.
I shake, my body exploding as she rides it out, and I arch as she comes down and kisses me. Her cry disappears down my throat, and I feel the sweat trickle down my back.