Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 13

~Chris's Pov~

I felt something shifting to my left, waking me. My eyes opened and I turned to see Amber getting out of bed.

"Where you goin'?" I asked, my voice low and raspy.
Amber jumped a little before turning to face me.

"I, uh... My mom was blowin' up my phone on some bullshit. Said she wants me home." She whispered.

Something about her was off. The way her voice shook... it just didn't sit right with me. But I decided not to push it.

"Alright, well I'll take you." I say, going to sit up. Only then did I realize that King's entire hand had found it's way into my boxers.

"God damn it!" I yell in a hushed tone.

"What? What're you trippin' abo- oh..." Amber got quiet for a second before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Akekeke, shit ain't funny." I scold.

I tried to shake King a little, but that only made her scoot closer. Her middle finger finding it's way past my folds. A slight moan slipped from my lips without my permission, making me then groan in frustration.

"Lucky asses" Amber mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I question.

"Nothing. Look, you stay. I'll just go and talk to you at school in the morning." She rushed.

It tooke me a minute to think it over. Not a bad idea. Especially with the situation at hand. I took a quick glance over at the clock on my night stand, having to do a double take at the dull red numbers.

"Hell no! It's three o'clock in the damn morning! Last time I checked you rode with me on the way here. You're not walking anywhere this late. I'm taking you and that's final." She let out a sigh and nodded her head.

I nod back and put my focus back into my own situation. Sliding my hand over King's, I carefully slid her finger out of me. Her digit gliding over my throbbing pearl. My body shivered at the loss of contact. The emptiness within my core causing an inner ache that begged me to allow her hand to come back. Her finger glistening in the low light, coated with my juices. Slowly, I put her hand down and slid out of bed.

Heading into my closet, I pull out two hoodies. One for me, the other for Amber.

"Shouldn't we at least let her know that we're leaving?" Amber asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Go ahead, but good luck. She can sleep like a rock when she wants to. I don't think she's use to us yet, though. So, she may wake up ready to bust a cap in yo' ass" I chuckle.

She sits silent for a second before her eyes begin to sparkle.

"I have an idea" she sang. I shrug once again, answering with "Have at it".

Amber smiles, setting the hoddie down and going over to the bed. She climbs up and over to King, leaning over her. Grabing ahold of her right hand, Amber takes King's middle finger, the same one coated in my juices. She slowly licks up the finger before sucking it into her mouth.

My eyes were bulging out of my head as I watched the girl's head go up and down. King let out goan before her eyes opened slowly, making Amber stop.

"Hey Daddy! Papa was finna drop me off. You ridin' or you stayin'?" She chirped, her voice sweet and cheery, yet low and husked.

"Why are you leaving?" King asked. She sat up with a groan, sliding to the edge of the bed to put on her shoes.

Soooo, we just gone act like shorty wasn't just toppin' your fingers?