Warner’s fingers delicately trace the bare skin on my back where the dress dips a little lower. Glancing over my shoulder, I see sex dancing in his eyes and the bob in his throat as he swallows. Coming closer, he kisses my shoulder, first a peck and then sensually his whole mouth takes in pieces of my body. Licking it and sucking it. It feels so good, I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting his mouth seduce me in ways I never knew it could. His hand slowly trails over the wet kisses, pushing the shoulder of my dress down my arm, exposing my maroon bralette. Rubbing his fingertips on the nape of my neck he switches sides, kissing the other shoulder before pushing the dress down, the material pooling at my feet.

Feeling exposed in his room, I bring my arms up to my chest, a cool breeze whisking across my bare ass as I stand before him. For some reason, I’m scared for him to look at my body. Ashamed. Probably because of that bitch Kellie.

“Fuck, you’re sexy, River.” He groans, his hands digging into my ass cheeks, lifting them up before quickly dropping them causing them to bounce.

I scoff, not feeling sexy.

“Hey.” He fists my chin making me look at him. “You are fine as hell. Shit, I was more angry that people got to see what is mine more than anything this morning.”

I laugh, trying to rein in my big smile. He makes me feel precious. As if he found a rare flower and is cupping his hands around the petals to protect it from harsh elements.

“So you’re saying I’m yours, huh?” I half laugh at his possessiveness. He glares up at me, not a hint of playfulness to be found.

“Turn for me.” His tone husky. I look down at him, not sure if he’s joking. “Do it.” His tone sharp.

Pulling each foot out of my dress around my feet, I turn for him displaying my half-naked body. He bends at the knee, my pussy right in his face. He palms my ankle and ever so slowly caresses my calf then my knees before he tickles the skin up my thigh. My breathing becomes labored the closer he gets to my wetness, my toes curling into his carpet, and my stomach trembling with each breath.

“Spread your legs.” His hand presses against the inside of my thigh, and I widen my stance. Without another word, he plunges two fingers into me and I gasp from the satisfaction of final connection. He pumps his hand back and forth and then dives forward taking my clit into his mouth.

“Oh my God!” I moan, my hands flying to his blond locks. His warm hot mouth sucks me into oblivion as his fingers fuck me. I can barely stand, talk, or do much else than gasp and moan while he plays me like a fucking fiddle.

Tingles race through my limbs like a racehorse, and all I can seem to do is inhale over and over again. My lungs burn for air, but I’m aching from tensing them as I fall over the cliff to orgasm in his hand and mouth.

Suddenly, I lose everything. The warmth, the pleasure, the urge to climax as a cold void swoops in and fills my lungs with cold air.

Glancing down, out of breath, Warner looks up at me with a glistening mouth.

Standing, he presses on my chest, pushing me onto his bed. Climbing over me, his knees on each side of me, he uses both hands to pull his shirt over his head.

Oh my God, his chest is so ripped. I run my nails down it, hard. He hisses and then leans down to kiss me. He groans into my mouth, the taste of myself wrapping around my tongue.

Lacing my legs around him, I rock my hips, rubbing my clit on the bulge of his jeans. He returns the favor, rotating his torso just right causing a burst of pressure to build in my clit once again.

Biting my bottom lip, he leans up to unzip his pants, and I tangle my hands in my hair, lost with what to do with myself. It’s so good. Too good.

The bed rocks as he stands, jerking his jeans and briefs off his body. Leaning up on my elbows, I watch as he digs his wallet out of one of his pockets. That’s when I notice NINE written across his shoulders on his back. I’ve never noticed the tattoo before.

“You have a tattoo,” I murmur more to myself than anything. His eyes fall to my ankle.

“So do you.” I raise my foot, red thread wrapped around my ankle into a bow claiming my skin. I remember when I got it done by a friend and my parents found out a week later. I was grounded for a month and they were trying everything to have it removed.

“Why that?” he questions, pulling a condom from his wallet.

“My grandmother told me we all have an invisible string wrapped around our ankle, the other end tied to our soulmate’s ankle. The story was the last one she told me before she died.”

Sadness takes hold of my chest thinking about it. “I had an ugly scar before, so I tried to cover it up with the tattoo,” I murmur.

Lifting his chin, he looks my ankle over. “It’s cute.”

I laugh. “It’s not cute, it’s… I don’t know. Beautiful, or sexy!”

Shaking his head, he licks his lips, hair in his eyes. Bringing his hand up, he presents me with the condom between two of his fingers.

“Wanna do the honor?” His tone gravelly, and so low I feel it in my gut.

I swallow hard as I’ve never done this before. Ripping it open with my teeth, I fist his bare cock. It feels like expensive silk. Every pump of my hand causing the foreskin to roll to the head pushing a bead of cum out of the slit. Eyes hooked on his, I lean over and flick the drop with the tip of my tongue. It’s salty and warm, and the way he jerks from the intimate touch makes my pussy throb.

“Enough of these games, I want that pussy.” He shoves me back and rolls the condom on his cock so fast he’s already in between my legs, and pressing my thighs apart.

The tip presses into my opening and it stings. I tense, and he stills noticing my discomfort. He pushes the tip in a little farther, stretching me, and I close my eyes and breathe through it.

Filling me to the base of his cock he begins to thrust harder. Jerking the cups down on my bra he palms my tits, my nipples budding beneath his palm.

He pushes himself all the way in before slowly withdrawing himself to the tip, then pushing all the way back in. The overwhelming sensation of coming is already back and ready to explode.

“Goddamn, you feel incredible,” he grunts, driving his hard cock back and forth into my wetness. He’s so deep, and grinding me into such amazingness I just want to lay in bed with him all day and fuck. He’s hard but soft, my fingers can’t stop touching him. I want to remember the feel of his body against mine forever.

“Just like that,” Warner growls, digging into the soft tissue of my breasts.

I gasp, pull my hair, and rock my hips in perfect rhythm to his. His chest flush with mine I nip at his neck and pull at his hair. His breath hot and sticky on my neck I hear him moan and begin to tense as his climax nears.

“Nine!” I warn, ready to come.

He wraps his arms around me tightly, my arms and his hand in a mess of tangled limbs, he flips us and now I’m on top. His dick fills me further, and my nails dig into his chest. I’m not sure if it hurts or feels good. All I know is I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

“Fuck me harder,” he breathes heavily. Using my knees, I pump myself up and down harder and faster. My head falling back, I cry out with my release.

My entire body spasms and my eyes clench shut as the most amazing feeling ever takes my breath away.

Warner’s back arches as he jerks and fills the condom with hot cum. Smiling, I look down at him, my hair falling in my eyes.

“You like how I fuck you?” A sultry smile crosses my face, one I wouldn’t recognize if I looked in the mirror. His response is a clenched jaw and fierce eyes as he fills me so deep I know walking tomorrow is going to be a chore.

My hair a fucking mess and in my face, Warner tucks a stray hair behind my ear. His chest and neck are scratched, and my body is flushed red like I have a rash from the exertion.

Climbing off him, my legs begin to tremble on their own accord, and I’m stiff. Falling next to him, my hand on his chest he brings his arms behind his head.

“Fuck that…” He’s out of breath, but I know what he’s thinking.

“I know,” I huff. His dick throbs back and forth matching his heartbeat, the condom skin-tight and still sticking to his length.

“Nobody fucks me like you do,” he continues. My brows furrow, that was not what I was expecting him to say, and jealousy rears its ugly head. I’m angry and satisfied all at the same time.

He chuckles, fisting my chin to make me look at him. I narrow my eyes at him, conveying just how pissed I am at that comment.

“Put that jealousy away, I just made the whole damn school know you’re mine.”

“Mmhmm.” I raise a brow at him. The idea that he might be playing with my head and telling me exactly what I want to hear while he fucks other girls behind my back has me seeing red. “If you’re fucking me, then it’s only me. Because if I find out you’re screwing someone else too, I’ll cut your dick off.” I grab his junk hard, and he winces like a little girl before a wolfish smile tugs at his swollen lips.

Pulling me close, he kisses me hard. The smell of me still on his breath.

“It’s you and me, River,” he murmurs against my lips, and the jealousy slowly dissolves. “I wouldn’t do you like that. No matter what kind of guy people say I am.”

We lay like that for a while, just catching our breath and feeling one another’s naked bodies. My eyes wander around his room, getting a feel for who Warner Nine really is. I frown noticing there’s no football posters or anything for that matter other than a Harley above his bed and a melting skull poster. I assume he likes the color black too, with the black curtains and sheets.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Warner didn’t want to be the town’s golden boy.

“You don’t have anything on your walls,” I murmur, feeling sleepy and satisfied.

Warner pulls me closer and I can’t help but smile with bliss.

“My father is like a fucking bull in a china shop when he’s drinking. I took everything down after I was almost killed by a Mortal Kombat logo.”

I laugh. Warner was a Mortal Kombat fan.

“What?” he chuckles.

“You play Mortal Kombat?”

“Fuck right I do.” He doesn’t hide that he’s nearly an adult and still loves video games. It’s cute to see this boyish side of him.

“Finish him!” Warner rasps into the back of my neck. Lifting my knees to my stomach, I laugh so hard while Warner tickles me into a frenzy. Not able to breathe, he kisses me, stopping my fit of giggles. I want more, I breathe him in with every kiss he delivers.

The bed dips and Warner stirs, grabbing me by the hip, he pulls me closer.

“Where were you?” he asks half asleep.

“Bathroom,” I mutter, climbing in next to him.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he mumbles. His warm body next to mine, I can’t help my eyes becoming heavy.

Images of me running in on a hot blacktop sear into my head. I’m out of breath and sweating. Out of breath and scared. It’s dark out, and there are lights behind me. A truck chasing me.

I keep running, but the truck keeps getting closer. The heat from the engine presses into my legs, and men laughing begins to echo in my head. I fall, and the tires press into my limbs, sirens and laughing swirl in my head and I shoot up in the bed.

It was a dream.

I find Warner up and playing a video game at the end of his bed.

I flip over on my stomach, pressing my tits back into their cups of my bralette.

“What are you playing?” My voice cracks with sleep.

He looks over his shoulder, noting I’m awake and his eyes light up.

“GTA. I didn’t want to wake you up, but I didn’t want to leave and you freak out when you woke up either,” he explains as his fingers pound into the controller.

I watch his character brutally beat the shit out of some guy and then his character steals the man’s nice looking car. Cops begin to chase him as he runs into light poles and other cars in an attempt to outrun them.

“Wow, you suck,” I laugh.

“You think you can do better?” He tosses me the controller and my eyes widen.

“But I’ve never –”

“It’s easy.” He climbs behind me and points to the buttons on the controller.

“This one is to drive, this one brings your gun out, and this is to steer.”

Him behind me, I lean in his lap now, I do as he instructed and I’m on the run from the cops. I turn left, and then right, and run over a group of people. Their bodies smack into the car and the controller vibrates. I squeal like a little girl and it makes Warner laugh. I’ve never played a video game before. Noticing a parking garage in the game, I dart in there and hide in the corner. The cops go flying by, not even aware I’m in there.

“Wow, you’re pretty good, actually,” Warner compliments me from behind. I smile, proud. “I’m going to go get us some food. Be right back.” Leaning forward, he climbs off the bed and I flop over on my stomach to really get comfortable while I cause mayhem upon the streets.

Kicking my feet up behind me, I continue to play the violent video game, not able to wipe the smile off my face. If this is what rewards me every time I’m bullied, I hope Kellie does this shit every day.

Coming back in with a plate full of pizza rolls and a Coke, I’m being ambushed by some online players and cannot escape them.

“Here!” Warner asks for the controller, trying to get me out of there quickly. I hand it over and reach for a pizza roll. Looking at the floor where his Xbox lays and games I notice there are no other games, not even sports games. That’s odd for a football player the town thinks is their golden boy.

“How come you don’t have any football games?” I ask with a mouth full.

“I love football, but not like my dad wants me to love football,” he explains, fingers pounding into the controller. “I lost my love for the game when my mother died.” His grim tone makes me chew my food slower. I didn’t know his mother died.

“Why not tell him you don’t want to play?” I ask.

He scoffs. “That conversation didn’t end well at all when I was like sixteen, I don’t see it getting any better.”

I really hate his dad. I want to beat him with a whiskey bottle for the way he treats Warner. He’s so caring and good-hearted, it’s not fair the cards he’s been dealt.

“So, what would you rather be doing?” I try and change the dark conversation.

“I don’t know. Coach maybe. I Haven’t really had the chance to explore anything else,” he tells me, eyes on the TV. Grabbing the Coke, I open it and take a sip to wash the pizza sauce down.

“I know what that’s like. My parents don’t want me to be an artist, they hate it.”

He turns, stopping his game to focus on me. “Your parents are fucking idiots. You have mad skills, River, don’t let them ruin you.”

Our eyes stay hooked on one another, it’s as if we get each other, but nobody else does. Like we’re stuck on an island and nobody will help us off. We have to swim through the sharks and sharp coral, putting ourselves in danger to get anyone to look our direction.

He begins to get shot at and I jerk with excitement grabbing the controller.

“Oh my God, you’re going to die!”

He chuckles, and falls back behind me, resting on my bare back watching me shoot, terribly I might add, at the other players.

The rest of the day we eat pizza, play video games, and stay naked. We laugh, we kiss, and I literally never want it to end.

I saw a side to Warner Nine today that nobody else even knows about, a side that is all mine.

A door in the house slams. Panicking, I sit up and Warner’s body tenses.

Reaching for my dress, I begin to put it on, my heart beating a mile minute.

“Who’s that?” I whisper. Shit, what time is it? How long have we been laying in here?

Warner looks at me with dead eyes as he jerks his clothes on.

“My dad is home!”