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"If we get busted, I'm kicking your ass." Your voice came out in a hushed whisper, hand tightly clasped with your boyfriend's as he led you to the empty cabin. Your stomach was twisted in nerves, teeth repeatedly picking at your lower lip. At the campfire that you two managed to sneak away from, Xavier had quietly suggested something dirty. In a sultry whisper, he'd asked you to come with him to Margaret's cabin to have sex, as a way to teach her a lesson about her abstinence rule. You couldn't even deny that you were on board for it; the thrill, the excitement, the sheer hotness of the idea, had you nearly shaking in anticipation. But there was also the very real possibility of having Margaret walk in on you, and that only filled you with cold fear. Sure, you were all about taking risks. But fucking in that Jesus freak's bed, knowing she could catch you at any time? She had given you the creeps from the moment you met her, even though you couldn't put a finger on why. Something about her just set your entire body on edge. You didn't even want to know what she would do if she discovered you and Xavier, absolutely going at it in the place where she kept home for the summer–and where she slept, no less. Even still, the thought of it was too hot to handle. Xavier leads you to the front door of the cabin, finding it surprisingly unlocked. Dread of a different sort came over you as the semi-darkness swallowed the two of you, the story told of Mr. Jingles still fresh on your mind. Xavier, sensing your unease, held you close to his side and pressed a delicate kiss upon your temple. You jump at the action, offering a soft, apologetic smile to him in the dark. "Don't be so jumpy," he teases, turning on a lamp beside Margaret's bed. He runs his hands down your arms, shrugging his purple jacket off after squeezing one of your hands. "Come on. Let's do this before that Jesus-humping weirdo gets back." You look around the area, your gaze settling on him as you furrow your brows slightly. "Jesus-humping?" "Yeah," Xavier says, tugging his shirt off with one hand before kicking off his shoes. "Do you think she touches herself to the thought of him? You know, 'Oh, Jesus! Oh, right there!'" "You're disgusting," you say, laughing as you remove your shirt and toss it in his direction. "Come on," he says as he catches your shirt, throwing it aside and unfastening his belt before dropping his pants. "You know she's got to get off somehow. She would be more wound up than she already is if she wasn't having a good orgasm often. You think she summons him once in awhile?" "Okay, you're killing the mood," you joke, pulling your shoes off and setting them aside. "But really," he continues, his boxers coming off next. "He would be the only one she would offer her delicate flower to." "Delicate flower? Seriously?" you ask, sliding your pants & underwear to the floor and kicking them to the side. "What are you, twelve?" "I hope not," he says amusingly, moving closer to you. "Otherwise, this is going to be pretty fucking awkward." You roll your eyes playfully, giggling loudly as Xavier pulls your nude body against his own. His lips crash to yours, kissing you sloppily as one hand fists tightly in your hair. He pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you as he hastily reconnects your lips. You turn him over after a few minutes, straddling his waist and grinding against his semi-hard cock as he squirms pleasurably. Your mouth finds his once more, one hand in his hair as the other cradles his jaw. He tastes like beer and weed, and it's a flavor more intoxicating than the substances themselves. You relish in his taste, in the feeling of his plump lips on yours, and you feel yourself growing dizzier with raw desire for him. Any fear of Margaret or a deranged killer barging in is soon far from your mind, tucked away as a distant memory. His tongue swipes past yours, his teeth nipping your lower lip as his large hands explore your body. He roughly kneads your ass, fingertips ghosting up your spine and coming forward to cup your breasts. He squeezes hard, causing you to moan in his mouth as your nipples react to his touch. He rolls the hardened buds between his fingers, causing you to mewl even more needfully in his mouth. His tongue meets yours before his lips do before he pulls back slightly, pinching your nipples as your cunt begins to throb in response. "Xav," you gasp, head lolling as he continues to touch you mercilessly. "Fuck." "You're so fucking hot," he breathes, his arms winding around your waist as he flips you onto your back again. "Let's show that wackjob." You laugh, breathing ragged as he kisses his way down your stomach. He leaves a few hickeys in his path, mouth open and tongue pressing to your skin. He coaxes you to sit up, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed as he kneels before it. You shiver at the sight of him, one of your hands running through his frosted hair as your chest heaves in anticipation. He parts your thighs a bit further, mouth exploring your mound and outer lips slowly. You moan, biting your lip as you meet his lust-filled blue eyes. You're embarrassingly wet, the bed below where you're sitting becoming drenched, but Xavier didn't seem to mind; he never did, after all. "So much for making this quick," you tease, brushing that adorable stray piece of hair from his eye. "If she catches us, it'll be worth it," he replies, his voice becoming raspier as his mouth works toward your inner lips. "Don't worry about her, baby. She's distracted with the campfire and bossing everyone around down there. She's dictating Rita, making s'mores, making sure no one gets their dicks out, handing out Bibles. It'll be fine." You open your mouth to speak, but Xavier's mouth has found the inside folds of your cunt. He laps up your sweet arousal, humming in appreciation as his tongue drags from your hole to your clit. You cry out, head tossed back as he begins eating you out with enthusiasm. He isn't wasting any time, his perfect lips working over your clit for a moment before he dips downward to fuck you briefly with his tongue. He nuzzles his face deeper against you, soaking up your unique taste & smell, and you can't help but stare at him with lusty eyes as he works your pussy. His tongue swipes over the area just above your entrance, sucking generously as he holds your thighs in a vice-grip. His biceps bulge, large hands squeezing at your soft, supple skin. You whimper, panting and closing your eyes for a split second as the tip of his tongue trails from your entrance to just below your clit and back down again. "Xavier," you groan, moaning loudly when you feel two of his fingers delving inside of you. "God..." "That's what Margaret said, too," he jokes, which causes you to gently swat the top of his head. "Damn, babe. I was kidding." "Just shut up and make me cum," you say with a smirk, both of your hands deeply embedded in his hair as you give an impatient tug. "I do aim to please," he breathes, humming as he curls his fingers against your G-spot. Your eyes roll back in your head, the beautiful sensation of his mouth and fingers causing your stomach to tighten. "I'm gonna cum." "You always taste so good," he remarks, rubbing the pad of his fingers on your sweet spot as he gives one final swipe against your clit. His lips roam outside of your core, exploring your inner thighs as you whine in protest. "Sweeter than anything I've ever tasted." "Please," you beg, one hand snaking down your body to toy with your clit. Xavier, sucking a dark, prominent mark on the inside of your right thigh, shoves your hand away immediately. "Ah, ah," he lightly chastises, holding your hand down in one of his. "Patience. This isn't a race, baby girl." "It is when you have Margaret to worry about," you reply, mewling as he pumps his fingers rapidly. "Please. Fuck, Xav, I need you." "You want my cock, baby?" he coos, his mouth back on your clit as he laps wildly. "Is that it?" You nod, whining as he removes his fingers. "Yes. You wanna teach her that the little celibacy rule is bullshit? Then let's do it before she busts us." "Point made," he says, shoving you onto the bed as he moves up your body. The lower half of his face glistens with your slick, and he doesn't even bother wiping it away. He positions you so that you're lying more comfortably, hovering over you with his toned arms on either side of you. He rubs his erection through your soaked cunt, taking in every outer inch. "I don't have a condom, though. I just realized." "It's okay," you reassure him, opening your legs and anchoring one around his waist. "We'll be fine. Besides, I'm not backing out now, not when we've already come this far." He smiles softly, running one hand slowly upward on your thigh. You shiver, breathing hitched as you wait. He grabs his cock, directing it to your entrance and immediately pushing inside. You arch into him, your hands hooking onto his shoulders from behind as you mewl hotly. He doesn't stop until he's bottomed out inside of you, balls-deep with a breathy, shaky groan in your ear. He stretches your tight walls, rock hard and throbbing, and you clench around him on instinct. He sucks in a shuddering breath, eyes screwed shut for a few seconds before they open to gaze down at you. "You feel just as good as I remember," he breathes, which causes you to laugh. "It hasn't even been a full day since we last had sex," you quip. "You're–" He thrusts sharply, which cuts you off as you moan deliciously. "A dork?" he finishes, his open mouth pressing hungrily to your neck as he finds a steady pace with his hips. "Thanks, babe." "Anytime," you gasp, head falling back as he gives one particularly hard thrust. "Shit, Xavier." "You're so beautiful," he says, leaning down to kiss you sloppily. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the sweetness of your cunt eliciting a whimper from deep within your chest. Your nails dig into his back, your moans & his muffled by the kiss. His hands reach under your ass to elevate your hips at a new angle, his cock hitting right into your sweet spot as you writhe in ecstasy. Your pussy clenches around him again, and you can feel every single inch of him, veins and all, as he rapidly fucks you into the lumpy mattress. "Fuck, keep moving like that," he begs, pressing his forehead to yours as one finger caresses your cheek. He uses the other to keep supporting his body, his weight somewhat shifting onto you with the removal of the other arm. "Keep it up and I'll fill you up so good, baby." An idea then forms in your mind, and you smirk as your mouth finds his ear. You tug his earring between your teeth, relishing in the sweet noises he makes in response. "Xavier?" "Yeah, babe?" he questions, grunting audibly as he clench even tighter around his cock. You grin devilishly, giving his earlobe another pull. "I want you to breed me." He moans filthily at your words, and you can feel his cock twitching as he fully thrusts inside again. "Oh, fuck." "Think about it," you whisper seductively, hands roaming his back. "Making a baby in this crazy bitch's bed? Knowing we aren't supposed to be having sex in the first place while we're here? We could conceive right here and all summer, we'll be armed with the knowledge that we created something so beautiful out of something so sinful and forbidden." "Jesus Christ," he pants, his movements becoming jerky and uneven. "I'm gonna cum if you keep putting that image in my head." "Good," you say with a chuckle. "Do it. Fill me with your cum. With any luck, you'll knock me up, too. Don't you want that, Daddy? We could really fucking show her then. Premarital sex and a baby made out of wedlock? She would drop dead on the fucking spot." "She fucking would," he says, his thrusts gaining speed as he kisses your upper chest. "She wouldn't know what to do with herself." "That's right," you reply, both of your bodies slick with sweat as your nails scrape his shoulder blades. "One of the best parts? Look at the crucifix hanging by the bed. The portrait of Jesus, watching us. We could make a baby under his watchful eye, and she would be none the wiser." "Ah, shit!" he groans, spilling inside of you with no warning. "Fuck, babe, that's it. Milk my fucking cock." "Mmm," you hum, ropes of his hot essence coating your walls as some even leaks onto the mattress below. He pulls out, remaining on top of you, reaching between your bodies to rub wildly at your clit. "Xav!" "That's a good girl," he praises, ducking down to suck one of your nipples. He tugs it between his teeth, fingers moving in a fast, rough circle on your charged clit. "That's it. Cum for me, baby." Your legs quake, stomach tight and body writhing under his. Your release comes a moment later, crying out for him in pure ecstasy, nails scratching his skin. He watches you unravel, his lips parted and baby blue eyes swimming in lust and pride. You can feel your juices gushing onto the bed, mixed with his seed, and you feel a swell of happiness and accomplishment. You grin dazedly, completely lost in your aftershocks. Your mind is in a post-orgasmic fog, loud moans soon turning into quieter, more subdued ones. "Goddamn," Xavier says, chuckling as he collapses next to you. "That had to be some of the best sex we've ever had." "Including the time you fucked me in the studio in front of the big mirror?" you say teasingly, rolling onto your side to face him. "Because that was pretty fucking hot." "Definitely," he says with a wink, kissing you tenderly as his thumb brushes over your nipple. You whine against his mouth, and you can feel him grinning. He pulls back, tweaking the sensitive, hardening bud. "I could go for round two soon." "Do you even have a refractory period?" you ask with a raised brow and amused grin. "It never seems like you do." "No," he jokes, kissing down your throat. "There isn't any such thing for me when it comes to you." "How romantic," you say, sighing in delight with closed eyes as he sucks a light mark in the hollow of your throat. "I know I am," he replies, smiling against your skin. A sudden, loud noise from outside startles you, and you jump up a bit. Your hand is braced on Xavier's chest, keeping him at bay as you look toward the cabin's entrance. Xavier is glancing in that direction as well, his angelic face full of concern for a moment before he laughs nervously. "What was that?" you question anxiously, and he waves a hand dismissively in reply. "Probably Montana or one of the guys trying to freak us out," he says, peppering soft kisses between your breasts. "Or it's some kind of animal. Don't worry too much." You bite your lip, but you figure that he's probably right. His fingers travel through your cunt, mixing his cum even more with yours. He lays you on your back, still rubbing your overly-sensitive pussy as you twitch beneath him. He props himself up on either side of you, gazing into your eyes as he rolls his hips against yours. "We made a big mess," he points out, nodding toward the soiled mattress. "She's gonna have a fit." "Good," you reply. "We did what we came here to do." "What do you say we paint her desk next?" he asks. "I think that would really get the point across." "I can't deal with you sometimes," you say, shaking your head and sitting up as you gently push him off of you. "Come on, then." "You're serious?" he asks, which causes you to roll your eyes. "You're the one who suggested it, doofus," you retort. "Let's–" But you didn't have time to finish. Before you could, the doorknob to the front door was turning, and all you & Xavier could do was watch in horror. You were both frozen, paralyzed in fear, waiting with bated breath to see who would be on the other side as the door swung open.
