Thrust Into His Arms

I knew immediately that she had seen what I put in her locker. But instead of her to be sorry and apologize, she was so arrogant and fucking threw it in my face that she could not keep it because it came from me.

Her words did not only succeeded in getting me more upset, I was a little hurt too.

I intended on dealing with her, if only that useless teacher or whatever she is had not shown up and interrupted, I would have. . . My thoughts pauses as I hear a car parking outside. Before I could come out to see who it is,

Rex comes storming into the living room. "Hey what—" I could barely form out the words to ask what was wrong when a punch suddenly comes down hard on my gut. Another one lands before I could comprehend.

"Rex, what the hell?!" I yell at him, outrageously surprised on the out of the blue attack. My eyes fall on the withered Rose flowers in their black waterproof wrapper. I then knew instantly that Gweneth had told him.

But how much, and to what extent did she divulged? That stubborn little bitch.

Curtis and Lucas suddenly steps in to hold Rex back when he tried to attack me again. They came too? I had been unaware of their presence until now. "Gweneth told me everything!" He scowls with blazing anger.

"About how you are blackmailing, stalking and sexually assaulting her! It is true isn’t it?" She had told him everything?

Surprise hits me only for a flicker of seconds. Then I start to wonder how she had looked when doing that. I say dramatically sympathetic for him to be acting like this.

I smirk, "So what? Is that why you are getting all pissed?

That shouldn’t be. She is nothing but a plaything to you. All I want is a sweet share."

He wanted to attack me again but was still held back. "Stay the fuck away from her! I’m warning you!" He seethes. I have never seen him so pissed before. And it is making me more amused than scared that I had gotten busted messing around with his girl.

"I do not want to." I say simply. "If anyone should stay away, it is you.

Because she was mine in the first place." I stand in front of him, looking him dead in the eyes as I declared.

"You said she told you everything. Hope she included how she moaned loudly when I made her cum two nights ago in her bed?" Fury sparks in his eyes. He threw another punch at me. The strike was so hard that I tasted blood on my tongue. I worked my jaw to ease the bruise and tight muscle pain.

"She had broken the deal between her and me first.

I guess I have no choice but to get her expelled now." I say, whipping out my phone from my pants pocket.

"You better not dare, or I’II kill you!"

I pause, "If she stays, she would always be subject to me. She is mine also. There is no way I’m letting her go. So you chose; You want me to leave her alone, she leaves. If she stays, I would continue to do whatever I want with her.

We can all make her our shared slut, right?" I notice how Curtis’s face lit up at that even though he tried to keep it subtle.

That is a pretty fair bargain right?

I did not plan for it to happen this way. But since it suddenly did, I will not be backing down. It is high time I make it clear that she does not belong with him.

She is way below his league, or any of us. Rex’s hands were dragging at my shirt all of a sudden and glowering at him murderously. "She has done nothing to deserve any of the bully and harassment you’re putting her through. Fucking stop it already!" I smirk,

"Look at you trying to alienate yourself. You used to enjoy putting people in their place too. What brought this change?"

"What would it take for you to leave her alone?" He says in a compromising manner. I shake his hands off my shirt. "You have to choose, between her and our friendship. One would have to go."

"Okay then, I choose her. So stay the hell away from her. You won’t like what I would do otherwise." This strange behavior that he is currently exhibiting prompts me to ask the one question I have always been meaning to ask him. "Are you in love with her?"

Again, I hate how bitter the words are on my tongue.

"Whatever I feel about her is not you or anyone’s business!" He responds in an irritated tone like he has every right to be irritated. I, on the other hand, have every right to be. No one sits on their hands and watch their possession being taken away from them even if it their least favorite one. That is what Gweneth is to me. She is like a possession that I don’t care about but do not want to abandon without using it as much as I want to.

"That is as good as admitting it." That came out a little bitterly. "Make a choice. Because you won’t get to see and date her anymore once she is expelled." I am giving her a chance because of him. Otherwise, I would have long clicked upload on all those pictures of hers in my phone.

I would feel kind of hurt too if that happens because I did not get to use her like I want to.

He refused, "I’m not making any damn choices."

I smile, I was just about to tell him to go and start saying his goodbyes to her when Lucas suddenly brings up a suggestion,

"This is an ugly standoff, so how about we settle it this way, make a bet on a game. The winner gets to do whatever."

I hum in approval, highly rating the suggestion. "That doesn’t sound bad to me."

"Stop it! I will not play or agree to any sick games on Gweneth!" He firmly objects. "To refuse means you will have to forfeit and accept the former ultimatum. The same goes for losing. But if I win, I get to keep her and do whatever I want with her.

Of course, you get to keep her to yourself if it goes your way." I laid out the fair terms.

Seconds must have rolled into minutes now, but Rex still has not responded. He is calculating. His jaw is ticking. It seems this is hard for him. "Deal." He finally agreed. "On the condition that you stop harassing her if I win."

"Deal." I also say.

"This is going to be so lit. Who do we place bets on now? That girl deserves an award for getting the two of you going against each other." Lucas remarks with a look of amusement.

"What game would it be?" Before I could say Chess, Lucas and Curtis unanimously suggests car racing.

"I say Chess."

"That is nice but not challenging enough. It would be an incredible fun watching two drift kings go head to head in battle." They both bump fists. Rex is seeming pleased with the game choice, but I, not so much.

"I’m in favor." Rex says.

"So am I." We set the race for tonight. Picking a racetrack on a mountainous terrain in the down part of the city.

It is called the road to hell because of how dangerous it is. One wrong move could prove fatal. To me it is not worth it all. Going on a dangerous race because of her. I thought of backing out and surrendering.

But no. I have to do this because I want to fully possess her. I am scared that I would not win honestly.

Rex is an excellent racer with almost zero casualties. I have destroyed a number of cars in accidents. Fortunately, they were all minor.

Rex and I are both hailed as racetrack kings but he holds the title more than I do. We have never raced each other like this before. Sure, we have tested each other’s speed, but not in a competition that one of us really has to win.

I have never raced or engaged in a competition of any sort because of a girl before. I get the sure feeling that Rex hasn’t either. For the first time in my life, I really am scared of losing.

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Rosie’s high-pitched moaning brings me out of my deep thoughts. I had almost forgotten that she is on top of me.

Her body starts stiffening with spasms, her eyeballs disappearing into the back of her eyes, showing only the white just before she collapses on me. Hugging me tightly as she convulses.

I am still hard, I have not gotten off yet because my mind is not on the sex at all. When her body relaxes, I turn her over and stand up, taking of the condom. She wordlessly shifts to kneel on the bed close to where I am standing.

The good thing about sluts is that they do not need to be told what to do. She takes my cock in her mouth and begins the suck. Fuck! She is an expert in this. I groan and grunt as I feel myself reaching climax. Just before the release overtakes me, I imagine her as Gweneth. I cum hard, the release crashing on me at the mere thought and imagination of her.

I lie in bed staring blankly at the celling, thinking on how to make sure that I win the race tonight.