“Oh God,” I whisper, gripping the sides of the desk to hold steady for his brutal claiming.
Maverick is all-consuming, taking a piece of my identity every time he fucks me. The bell rings and, within seconds, the hallway fills with chattering kids.
“Maverick, stop... someone could hear.” I attempt to stand. “The door isn’t locked.”
“I can’t stop,” he hisses, slamming me back down. “I said don’t fucking move.”
He continues battering into me. I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of him. My pussy pulsates, squeezing his cock in an ironclad grip as my orgasm engulfs me. Seconds later, Maverick shouts, reaching climax. I peer at the door, sure someone will come barreling into the room, but no one does. He withdraws from my body, then pulls my panties up. I turn around, leaning against the desk for support, an ache between my thighs and panties saturated in his cum.
“Where’s the key to my house?”
“In my Jeep,” he answers, fastening his pants.
I cross my arms. “Well, I need it back.”
“I’ll give it to you after school.”
“Did you have a copy made?”
He regards me silently for a moment. “Yes.”
“Have you used it?”
He gives a clipped nod.
My mouth goes dry. “When?”
“Last night. Couldn’t get in your room, though. I picked the lock, but you had something blocking the door. Thought about breaking it down but didn’t want to cause a ruckus and wake your folks. Tried the window too, but you made sure to cross all your T’s and dot all your I’s.”
“You left not because it was the morally right thing to do, but so you wouldn’t get caught.” I cluck my tongue. “Gotcha.”
“Would you rather I lie to you?”
“I rather you not do the fucked-up shit you do at all, Maverick,” I deadpan.
“This is who I am,” he barks.
“I want both keys.”
“Too bad.”
“You know what, Maverick, I’m late for class.” I charge out of the room.
He can keep the damn key. I’ll just lock up every night.
I park in front of my grandmother’s house and slump against the steering wheel in relief. The drive took about five hours. It was quick, though. I made one pit stop to buy snacks and use the bathroom. My eardrums are fried from blasting my playlist the entire time, but singing along with my favorite artists kept me alert. The past week was a true test of my endurance. Maverick pressured me relentlessly, continuously asking me on dates. At school, work, walking down the street… he wouldn’t leave me alone.
In true Maverick fashion, he reacted violently to my refusal. On Friday night, he managed to sneak into my room through the window. He went to my house earlier in the day and unlocked it. I forgot to check the latch before going to bed. We had sex for hours. I didn’t fight him as much as I could have, and now, I’m confused. One scream would’ve sent Michael and my mom running to my rescue. Instead, I let him fuck me to sleep.
“Stop it,” I admonish myself. “You’re Maverick free for a week and you’re not going to spend it thinking about him, dammit.”
I shoot my mom and Michael a text, confirming my safe arrival, then lug my suitcase down the walkway. My grandmother swings the door open in a flurry of excitement before I knock. It smells heavenly inside. I told her to expect me around noon. No doubt she cooked a feast for me. She always does when I visit. I’ll be returning to Montgomery a few pounds heavier.
“Hi, Grandma.” I beam.
“Oh, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” She gives me a tight hug, squishing my face against her ample bosom.
“Can’t breathe,” I wheeze.
