Chapter 10

My dick could only stay under control for so long. I decided that we had to go. It was at around the time Chanel and Dwayne were announced the king and queen of the Prom and Dwayne took out his seven-page speech, and everyone stood and listened to him as if he was the president.

It was all about how great he was and how great high school was. As everyone agreed, I decided that they must have gone to a different high school. As far as I was concerned, the best part of it was leaving. There was nothing that was going to get in my way. I studied; that was the main reason that I was on my bike most of the time so that I could escape to somewhere quiet and open a book.

No one knew this about me. They thought that I was some moody guy that loved hanging out with Dwayne and playing ball. I wasn't naturally talented like Dwayne and I needed reassurance to make sure that my stay here was temporary. I had a scholarship to go to Princeton. Only Dwayne knew about it. The rest of the school could go fuck themselves.

"Liam if you drag me any faster my arm will fall off," Adele said as she tried to keep up with me. She wasn't doing a very good job, so I lifted her up and put her over my shoulder. Like a fucking caveman. I was a man on a mission and that mission was to get out of here and enjoy the pleasures of her beautiful body.

"Dwayne's my best friend and all that, but if I have to listen to him go on about how great everything is, then I'm going to be sick."

"The guy's enthusiasm is so infectious that no one picked up on it," she said as she bobbed up and down on my back.

"Save your energy, no talking. You need every ounce of it, for what I'm going to do to you!"

"Why? What are you going to do to me?"

She laughed knowing the answer to her question.

"Oh, because what I'm going to do to you in the hotel will need your energy."

"Really? And Dwayne's the only arrogant one."

"I ain't arrogant darling. I'm just fucking cocky."

Shit, even saying the word fuck had got me in a state of arousal. Maybe I couldn't wait until we got to the hotel.

"If you keep talking that way, I'll have to take you in one of the classrooms."

She didn't say a word. Not a sound and I knew what was on her mind. "A parting gift?"

I put her down delicately and said, "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

She nodded her head, "I must be turning into a bad girl."

I smiled, "You must be."

We paused as we looked at each other. The hall-way was empty; eerily devoid of the sounds of kids try-ing to catch up on the latest gossip and teachers telling students to hurry up and get to class. But they wouldn't leave a room unlocked.

Would they?

She turned, and the heels that stopped her walk-ing at speed no longer seemed to hurt her as she started running across the hall as if escaping a fire.

"Adele?"

"What are you waiting for Liam? Check the doors in case someone's coming!"

Damn!

When did my girl get so fucking frisky? And then, as if our prayers had been answered, she managed to open one door. The fucking janitor's closet. I laughed as she pulled my hand and dragged me into the closet. It wasn't the most romantic setting but it would do for what I had in mind right now.

Once we were inside, there was a small table and I pushed her up on to it. The dress that she was wearing felt too long as I shut the door and managed to get my hand up on her left cheek.

"Fuck! No panties?"

She laughed, "I have a thong on. Just that it's..."

I pressed her lips against mine and within seconds I started to explore her mouth. Teasing and darting my tongue in and out while my hands were looking to take control and my cock was dying to enter her sweet pussy.

It wasn't what I'd had in mind for the Prom, but just having her in my arms was incredible, and trying to make this moment last for a few seconds more wasn't going to happen. Especially because I knew that any mo-ment if there was a drink spilled or if there was some fucking emergency the janitor would come in and get supplies from his closet. I didn't want to stop until I'd accomplished the one thing that we needed to do right now and that was to come.

Her body was flinching and her breath caught as my finger started to stroke her G-spot. Then with my oth-er hand I started to stroke her sex softly. Just enough for her to start to come. Her breathing became faster the more I stroked her and I knew her body well enough to know that I'd pushed her to the edge.

I started to savor every fucking sound that she made as I felt her body stiffen. She was coming so fuck-ing close to the edge. Her wetness allowed my finger to slide against her and as much as my cock was dying to enter, I wanted to hold back. I loved the sound of her coming. Her muscles trembled and I could feel the heat that her body was exuding and it sent me to the seventh heaven. It made me want to fucking come too.

She was no longer whispering or breathing quick-ly, but large moans were leaving her mouth as she loos-ened up completely in my arms. I knew that she'd come. I rested her against the wall, feeling her body still shaking from her climax. I couldn't see a thing, but I knew that her eyes were closed. I yanked the piece of string that she called a thong and she yelled out, "Liam!"

I ignored her as I started to undo my belt, then I paused for a second as I stroked my cock.

"Yes!"

I grunted as I pulled her closer toward me; now her dress wasn't in the way and my cock was safely heading into her pussy. Her body welcomed me as it had done so many times. It was as if she never stopped grow-ing wet, just so that I could bury most of my cock inside her with one single stroke.

I seized her hips and pushed myself in further still. I was pressed against her and I started slow. I didn't want to come straight away. I wanted to relish in the pleasures of the janitor's closet right now. Shit, it was so fucking hot. So I took off my jacket and threw it down. And then our bodies started to fall into sync as I contin-ued to buck and buck against her. I pushed my cock up-ward in time to the rhythm.

"Liam," she purred as she clung onto me for dear life. Her legs were on the table; she opened them wider and I pulled one leg at a time onto my shoulders. Just so that I could go even deeper. And with her tightly in posi-tion, I started to rock harder.

"Yes! Yes!"

She screamed and I knew that she was coming closer to the edge once again. I started to fuck her harder. Using the wall behind her as leverage. Wanting more and more, like a greedy little boy in a candy store. Adele was mine. I began to fuck her harder, using her arms as lever-age to drive her against me. I was sure that everyone in the fucking Prom could hear us right now.

I didn't fucking care. The room was hot and I loved her being so powerless and wanting me more and more. I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer as I completely let myself go and increased my rhythm. It was as if my body had lost all control as I started to push deeper inside her. I wanted to claim more and more. The only thing I could feel was her body beneath me. Her muscles tightened and I couldn't hear her screaming any longer as she moved her head from side to side, and that meant another orgasm was ripping through her as the sen-sation of having my cock pumping into her drove her wild. I could feel her trembling through her orgasm as I continued to seek my own.

Fuck!

That was when I felt a mounting tension build in-side me as my hips lost all control. First my balls started to radiate heat that I didn't even know was fucking pos-sible and then it spiraled through to my shaft.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

I was fucking panting as she was lifeless in my arms. I expected her to tell me to stop. Instead she en-couraged me by saying, "Come too baby!"

All of a sudden there was a bursting sensation and my vision dimmed as my cum exploded into her. I couldn't believe that I'd lost so much control. I bumped my head on the wall as I tried to straighten myself up and my knees buckled as I continued to spurt the remains of my cum inside her pussy.

It was the perfect end to our time in the closet. I wished I could see her face, but I didn't know where the light switch was and I didn't have the strength to look for it.

"Liam, I need to get up."

She pushed me away from her. Her legs were still up in the air and I was trying to get my breath back.

"Shit, that was so fucking hot," I said, as I moved away from her.

"I know because you're wet."

I nodded, "Yeah, but I can't go back to the Prom. I'm fucking wet and you've got no thong. I don't even know why you bothered putting it on."

She laughed, "Well, I didn't expect you to rip it off."

"Shit, let's get out of here. It's boring anyway."

I was acting like a blind man trying to find some-thing without my walking stick and in unknown territory when I finally found the light switch.

"Great, I found it!"

I put on the light and I laughed as I looked at her. Sweat was pouring down her forehead; she wasn't look-ing like the perfect flower that I picked up from home not so long ago.

I shake my head, "We can't go back like this."

She pointed to my jacket. "Pick it up and let's get out of here."

I did just that, and, like a caveman, I lifted her up and put her on my shoulder.

"Liam, put me down."

"Not on your life. I didn't even want to come to the Prom. I came to spend time with you and that's ex-actly what we're going to do in the hotel suite that I've booked."

"You're such a dirty boy!"

"Adele! You have no idea how dirty I can be. But you're about to find out."

She would find out, all fucking night long. I in-tended to make this one Prom that we'd both remember for the rest of our lives. Besides, the suite had cost me a fucking fortune. I'd nearly had to sell my bike to pay for it, but I knew that it was worth it from the moment I booked it. We were no longer having to sneak around; not tonight anyway. We would be together, and even if we were going to college in the next few weeks, this would mean something about our time together. It wouldn't be some fucking high-school romance, it would be more than that for now. I knew that nothing lasted for ever. It never did in my life; maybe that was why I was obsessed with my bike. It was the one thing that I'd been able to rely on for so long and it never disappointed me.