Thrust Into His Arms

CALIX

She is only just crying. But why do the air in my lungs feels like it is stilling?

What is happening?

What I had in mind a second ago was anything but stare at her shocked like this and feeling uncomfortable stings of guilt that I am the reason for these tears that she is shedding. My muscles that had been tense with rage before slowly becomes lax.

She slides down to a crouch on the floor as I subconsciously let go of her.

I still just stand there, watching her cry like my feet had been cemented to the ground. Taking a short deep breath, I’m about to turn around, forcing myself to start leaving. Wanting the sight gone from my mind, I walk faster in hopes that distance from that would also distance the thought and the image of her just now in my head.

When I reached the lounge, I immediately pulled out a smoke and lit it up. A lot of minutes have passed, but that image of her is only growing in my head. So is the fucking guilt! I don’t understand. What is this?

Messing with her has always been fun. I was seeking out that fun again but I am stuck with this instead.

"Fuck!" I call out more to myself than anyone else. "What?" Lucas asks, totally clueless about the battle going on in my head. "Nothing." I snap, pacing about as if it would help me get rid of the feeling. "What did you do to her that got her so mad? I thought we were not going to pay attention to her anymore?" Lucas asks. "Rex would not like this." I push past him and come out, heading to somewhere that I can be alone with myself. It must also be because of that. I go to old library that is said to be haunted because a girl took own life there many years back. Others might see its haunting. But I see a beauty which is complete silence and privacy that no other place can offer me.

I burn cigarettes after cigarettes. My mind is slowly winding down. But the image is not. I can fucking see it like she is here right now. "I need to do something about this." I mumble to myself.

"Goddamn!."

I groan at the feel of the girl on her knees in front of me. My hands tighten in her hair. I suck in a deep breath while my hips push forward into the bitch’s mouth, deepthroating her. My breathing picks up, and the sound of her sucking on my cock fills the room.

Giving her hair a little tug, I pull her head off my cock, and she keeps her mouth open and ready for me to violate it some more. A line of drool runs down her chin when she sticks her tongue out and rubs her tits waiting impatiently. Releasing her hair with my left hand, I shove three fingers into her mouth, forcing her head back.

She blinks rapidly from the invasion as a wave of new tears runs down her face. Whimpering around my fingers. I take them out, slapping her lightly with her saliva on her cheek.

She rolls out her tongue, leaning forward, and wrapping her lips around the head of my dick once again, and I shove her face down, holding my cock inside her mouth. She moans, shifting on her knees when Curtis spanks her ass.

My head tips back, I close my eyes like before, enjoying how good her hot and wet mouth feels. My balls starts to tighten. I will be ready to explode right about now. She knows it and starts to bob her head faster. I am gasping as I hold her head in place,

thrusting faster and faster my climax explodes. I pull out my softening member from her mouth. She swallows and brings out her tongue to swipe over her lips. I give her a pat on the head and leave her and Curtis in the room and return to that old library.

That orgasm did nothing.

I can still see her crying face and I can still fucking feel that guilt. It is like it’s ominously haunting and clawing at me the longer it goes on.

Fuck!

Maybe I went too far with the locker. I whip out my phone and texted the guy I ordered to do it to come meet me. He appeared panting hard in less than a minute. "Return all the things that you took from her lockers." I say with a gruff. I do not like that I am caving in and showing this compassion.

His eyes show panic. "R—Return? But we already trashed them."

"You what?"

He frets. "W—We trashed them." I zero my gaze on him. "What do you mean "we" That is news to me.

"We—I. . It wasn’t j. . .just me. Trevor joined in too." He stutters. I take out the cigarette in between my lips.

"Who is that?"

"A buddy! He did the one in the swim team room. I did the one in the hallway. I only have her notebook! I kept it because of the important things in it. I threw the rest away in the main trash system. B—But I can go look for them! Trevor must still have the others. I can call him now to put them back!"

"Call him." I say, he hesitates before he brings out his phone to make the call. I signal him to put it on speaker when the other person picks up. "Hello! T. .Trevor?"

"Yeah, wats up?" The guy boisterously replies.

"That girl’s items and her swimwear, do you still have them?"

"No. Why would I still have them. I only kept the most important one. Guess what it is?"

"Which one? The swimwear?" He glances at me and shudders because of my glare. I fucking hate how all this is sounding.

"Bingo!" He exclaims. "And guess how much some crazy dude just paid for it?"

"How much?"

"Come on, guess!" The other urges. "Two thousand?"

"Five fucking thousand! Can you believe it?" I press hold.

"Ask him to come here."