Harlee's POV
I hadn't talked to Spencer at all since yesterday. Today we had been planning to meet up at the school, I hadn't messaged him to verify that we were still doing that, but rather went to the school anyways and hoped he would show up.
I walked up to the door of the building and sure enough, he was there. Along with Alex. Oh, joy. We stood in silence for the first few minutes as I pretended like I was playing on my phone.
Someone huffed before I heard Alex's nasty ass, crusty ass, dumb ass voice, "Truth or dare, Spencer?" he asked.
"Uh, truth?" Spencer's response seemed more like a question than an answer.
A mischievous smile spread across his face as he opened his mouth to ask his question, "Is it true that you want Harlee's hot cakes?"
Spencer did nothing. He said nothing. I cleared my throat awkwardly, "This is uh, weird."
Spencer nodded one, short nod.
"Spencer?" I said his name.
"Hm?" he seemed to be way off in thought rather than paying attention.
"Want some hot cakes?" I smiled, raising one eye brow.
Heat rushed to his face at my statement, he narrowed his eyes at me before gripping my arm, "I need to talk to you." his voice deepened a few octaves.
Damn.
Talk into my vagina like that and I'll gladly converse.
"Then do it." I planted my feet on the ground.
At this point I was trying to make him get rough with me. I liked when he did that.
"Somewhere away from him." Spencer said through clenched teeth.
I stood in my place, ignoring his demand.
Come on Spencer. Hurt me.
That's when it happened.
He held my forearm so tightly and pulled me along with him. I resisted my urge to moan as my wet vagina bothered me slightly. He pushed me against the wall, out of view from Alex.
"I'm sorry, sorry for what Alex is saying it's, well, I, I'm sorry for hurting you." He said, looking at my forearm where his grip had left small purple lines on my wrist.
I couldn't speak.
"I just," he started to speak again.
This time, I was the one doing the arm grabbing as I pulled him closer to me, closing the gap between us. He didn't stop me. I stood on my tip toes and locked our lips, my eyes shutting immediately. I knew he hadn't closed his own yet, but I sneaked a peek, his eyes had slowly drawn together and he looked really into it now. Really. Into. It. My legs began to wobble, my knees aching. I lifted myself from the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist in a diamond shape, our bodies became even closer. My skirt shifted a little. It took me few seconds to realize it wasn't my movement that had caused my skirt to move, his hand was planted firmly on my left ass cheek.
For a moment I thought, maybe this is too much, maybe I'm pushing him too far. The hardness between his legs quickly changed my mind though. I moved my hips, rubbing my genitals on his. A growl ripped from his throat, it was so sexy, my pussy turned into Viagra Falls. I placed my hand on the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly and pulled his face even closer to mine. Now, his tongue had grazed mine, God knows how many times. The next time he went to flick his tongue on mine, I did it back, keeping his on mine as we began to swap spit.
He pulled away from me, I involuntarily followed, reaching for him again. He smiled, giving me a small peck before pulling away once more.
Damn him.
My lips fell into a pout as he took a step away from me, my legs fell back to the ground as I was forced to support my own weight again. I untangled my fingers from his hair and allowed him to create distance between us once more.
I realized why he had distanced himself from me. I stared at my mom's brown mini cooper as it turned the corner into the parking lot, he turned the corner, back to the front of the school. I stood alone at the side of the school as I plastered a smile on my face when my mom pulled up by me. I opened the door, wanting nothing more than to go back to him, go back and go hard.
He didn't even say goodbye.
Maybe there was a reason for that, maybe not.
***
I lay on my bed, it's one in the morning and I cannot sleep. I scrolled through instagram as I have been for the past 4 hours. At this point, I know it's a distraction from wanting to touch myself to the thoughts of him, to how he kissed me back.
A knock on my window broke me from my reverie. I looked over at it, a small crack began to form where the rock had hit. I opened the window, ignoring the damage that had been done.
"Good job." I whispered loudly out the window at Spencer's figure.
"Hi." he whispered back, climbing in from the backyard tree and into my window.
Before anything else was said, we were together again.
There are a few things I can remember from that moment on.
There was a lot of kissing.
A lot of tongue.
A lot of passion.
Most importantly, a lot of cum.
