FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

LUKE'S P.O.V

Footsteps follow behind me.

"Luke," she calls.

I'm angry, but never at Dre.

I turn.

My face softens instantly, just at the sight of her.

"Are you okay?" she asks me.

I don't answer.

Dre sighs. "We've talked about this. I'd really like you both to get along. Nate is my boyfriend, try to be nice to him."

Nathaniel is just like the rest of the guys Dre has dated. They all claim to love her, promise to take care of her. At the end, they'll use and betray her, dumping her like she's nothing.

Dre isn't nothing to me.

"Can I leave?" I ask calmly, ignoring all she said.

Because there is no way in hell I and Nathaniel were "getting along".

Like the rest of the guys, Nathaniel's bound to leave, I can smell a break up coming.

God, I'm so used to it.

I already have a speech of comforting words prepared for when Nathaniel leaves.

I can see it.

A few months from now or less if she's lucky. Dre will be sitting beside me, in her room or the back of my truck.

Eyes glassy, her voice small.

*What did I do wrong?*

I'll tell her he was the problem. That she deserved better. That soon, someone will love her the right the way.

All the while knowing that someone has been right in front of her the whole time.

I've loved Dre for so long.

Ever since that kiss, it was years ago. But it means everything to me.

To her, it's probably a blurry memory—kids being kids, a moment she locks away to protect what we have now.

Our friendship.

The thing she treasures most.

The thing my confession will destroy.

Besides, I'm too much of a fucking coward to confess anyway.

Loving her silently is safer than risking losing her entirely.

I look to Nathaniel, he's just a few feet away, waiting anxiously for Dre to return to him.

Dre sighs. "I guess you can go."

"Sure. Stay out of trouble," I warn, as I turn to leave.

I look over my shoulder.

Dre's already with Nathaniel, his hands all over her, whispering God knows what into her ear, making her laugh. He proceeds to kiss her, backing her up against a locker.

As if that's what Dre needs, after the mental breakdown she just had— his tongue down her throat.

I look away, it takes everything in me to remain calm and not fly off the handle.

I don't fly off the handle but I'm fucking tensed.

And I know just the girl who'll ease the tension.

I head to the physics laboratory, tapping my phone as I walk.

*I need you...now*

I sent a text, before I can put my phone away, I get a response.

*I'm here *

The laboratory is just ahead of me.

I open it, locking the door behind.

My eyes search, where is she?

"Ruth?" I call lowly.

Someone clears their voice behind and I turn round.

My eyes trail her. She's already dressed for cheer, with a cropped vest that snug her breasts tightly, and a skirt so short one would think it's under wear.

"I have cheer soon, we have to be quick," she reminds me.

*Cheer? Quick?*

"You know I don't care," I laugh.

A smile pulls at my lips as she approaches me.

"You're here early, tired of your dumb boyfriend, already?" I ask, grabbing her hips.

"Tired of being in the friend zone with Dre?" she retorts, mockingly.

*Fair *

I lean in to kiss her, but she pulls away.

"He's not my boyfriend Luke."

I smirk.

"Whatever you say chief."

Ruth Hilton. We have a mutual agreement, we were friends with benefits, no strings attached, and we were fine with it.

My fingers clamp round her neck. My lips move towards hers, kissing her longingly.

Ruth moans softly, enjoying the feel of my mouth in hers.

I need her so bad.

I pull away.

"Wait here," I say, turning away from her.

I walk further into the laboratory, taking a stool from one of the tables.

I place the stool in front of Ruth, turning her back to face me.

"Bend over," I say. "You might want to hold on to that."

Ruth does exactly that, gripping on to the stool.

Her ass pointing towards me and her back arches so low.

It can go lower, she's a cheerleader, and she's damn flexible.

I walk towards her, pressing my hand on her back.

"Lower."

She's positions just the way I like it. Her ass out and her white lingerie covering her clit just enough.

My hands trail over her thighs and ass and she squirms as I massage them.

"I thought you were mad at me," Ruth starts to say.

"I still am, you didn't do what I wanted."

My fingers graze her entrance, rubbing against her through her lingerie.

Ruth moans lowly, her mouth hangs open as I continue to rub against her.

"I spoke to Maddie," she manages to say.

"Yes, and?"

My fingers slip under, running over her wet slick.

"Fuck," Ruth pants.

"What did Maddie say?" I ask, as I gradually begin to pump into her.

"She said...she said. Fuck, she said she's not the one spreading the rumours."

My fingers are coated when I pull them out of her.

I unbuckle my belt, freeing my cock that strained so hard against my pants.

I reach into my pockets, taking out a condom and rolling it on.

"How am I supposed to believe that? She's your friend," I remind her.

Before she can say anything, I grab her hips and sink into her.

Ruth whimpers as I fill her up. She holds firmly on to the stool.

"You okay?" I ask.

She nods.

"Be quiet," I warn.

"Be gentle," she says, staring me down over her shoulder.

I laugh.

"No promises," I say as I begin to thrust into her throbbing clit.

The stool rocks as Ruth meets my thrusts, her fat ass bouncing off me.

Her clit tightens, as I quicken my pace, fucking her to the hilt.

Her head bobbles, her hair a mess, and the sexy high pitch moans that leave her lips is driving me insane.

My cock is coated with her, making each thrust wet and sloppier.

*Fuck...Dre*

I almost say that out loud.

I'm having, probably the best sex in a while, and all I can think of Dre and how badly I want to fuck her.

How each time I have sex, I wish it's with her.

I wish every girl I fuck is Dre... including Ruth.

*Ruth!*

Her moans are getting louder and soon enough, I'm sure the entire school can hear us.

I clamp my hand over her mouth to drain out her moans, then begin to fuck her rougher, pounding in to her.

I can't be gentle, I'm so close.

The stool rocks and falls as Ruth looses her grip of it.

But I don't care.

I let go of her mouth, trusting her to be quiet, while I grip her waist with both hands, hammering into her.

Ruth's holding on to nothing, completely bent over in front of me.

The sound of our skin slapping violently against each othere fills the room

Heavy grunts escape my lips and soft crying sounds leave hers, and soon she's moaning my name.

"Luke."

Her clit tightens firmly around my cock as her orgasm comes like a flood.

She tries biting down on her lips as her body trembles under me— a quivering mess.

I reach climax at last, spilling into the condom.

"Fuck."

I manage to hold her up as the moment slowly ebbs away.

I pull out of her, turning her to face me.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are slightly closed.

Still holding on to her, I smooth out her hair that has gotten on her face.

"I said be gentle," she whispers.

"I tried to," I say, leaning in to kiss her.

"Can you stand?" I mumble against her lips.

Ruth rolls her eyes and I laugh at that, taking her to the table to sit on.

I clean up and so does Ruth.

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

"Maddie isn't the one saying those things, the rumours just came up again," Ruth tries to explain as I tend to my phone.

"I have basketball practice. We'll talk la—"

I stare at my phone, clutching it tightly as I read the notification on the screen.

It's a text from a random number.

*Is this Dre?*

Followed by a link.

"What's wrong?" Ruth asks, coming to join me.

I step away from her, keeping my phone at a reasonable distance from her.

"It's nothing, I have practice."

I leave the laboratory, walking blindly into an empty classroom.

My phone still in my hand, reading the text from the unknown sender.

*Who is this? What link is this?*

I click on the link, watching it redirect to my email.

A video pops up, the play button staring right back at me.

Unease washes over me.

I'm sure I won't like whatever this is.

*What the fuck is this?*

I hit play. The video takes no time to start.

It's blank at first, only whispers that I can't make sense. Then an image finally fades in.

Two people, one the sender claims to be Dre, with someone I can't make sense of.

The whispers turn to moans and when the image finally clears up, it's then I realise Dre's naked

This video...it isn't just any video.

It's Dre's sex tape!