CHAPTER 4 

LEON'S POV 

After the final bell, I didn't head for the bus. Instead, I slipped through the shadows of the hallway, moving toward the gym.

The air here was surprisingly cooler, smelling of damp concrete and decades worth of dusty trophies.

After going around and noting down everything I needed, I found a storage room that had a damaged lock and the mats that looked like they had seen better days.

Today was a fellowship day at church, so I needed a little privacy to write.

“Perfect,” l muttered as I climbed into an oversized locker near the back, pulling the metal door shut until only a thin sliver of light remained.

There, I pulled out my laptop, my thumb hovering over the keyboard as I began to type.

The sun was going down, and for some reason my fever was spiking now as it did. I could feel the sweat pooling at the base of my spine.

But I ignored it, I needed to finish and post chapters twelve and thirteen tonight. And after what my dad almost found, I was going to be very careful writing my stories at home.

I paused at the sound of a sudden creak.

“Easy, baby,” someone murmured just as the door to the room opened.

My pulse skyrocketed, and I turned to stone as two figures walked in. 

“Why here?” A female voice asked, squealing loudly at what the other person did.

“Because of that,” a male voice replied. “I want to make you scream as loud as you can.”

Aaron.

My eyes bulged, and my heart picked up speed.

And as they both came into view, I felt my temperature shoot up higher than ever.

Aaron was with the head cheerleader, his hands shoved up her skirt which was already too short.

“Gosh, you're so hot,” she purred.

He didn't say a word as he pushed her against the opposite row of lockers with a dull thud and shoved her skirt up fully, revealing her red panties.

“Take that off.”

“Aaron... someone might see,”  Amanda whispered, though she was already tugging down her underwear.

I blinked at the small patch of blonde curls on her crotch, feeling absolutely nothing.

“Then let them watch,” Aaron growled, biting his lip as she reached for his belt, unzipped his fly and….

Fuck.

I couldn't help myself, nor the lust that had begun pounding through my veins as I leaned forward in anticipation.

“Shit,” Amanda let out a high-pitched giggle as she wrapped her long fingers around Aaron's hard cock. “I always knew it was big but wow.”

Her fingers barely fit around him.

I suddenly felt light-headed, hot, and utterly turned on. Getting even more so as she squeezed the purple tip of his dick, and he let out a guttural groan of pleasure.

The metal of the locker was cold against my forehead, but my whole body was a furnace as I watched through the gap, my eyes wide and unblinking.

“Suck it,” Aaron drawled, shoving Amanda down to her knees with more force than necessary. Although she didn't seem to mind.

Infact, she looked quite enthusiastic about the whole thing.

The moment she sucked his tip into her pouty mouth, I felt a phantom ache in my own lower belly. 

It was surreal…watching the thick, veiny hardness disappear into her mouth with each bob of her head.

“Oh yeah,” Aaron groaned harshly, grabbing her hair as he began to flex his hips.

I was more turned on than I had ever been in my whole life, watching the mesmerising back and forth way of his hips as he fucked Amanda's mouth until she gagged.

A shudder wracked through me, and I felt wetness pool in the crotch of my pants.

I was leaking, and if this continued, I was going to have a very noticeable wet spot afterwards.

But even with this thought, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

It was almost exactly as I had described in my latest chapter, but seeing it in the flesh...the reality was overwhelming and much, much better.

“Oh, Aaron... you're so big…”

She took him into her mouth again, and I watched unblinkingly, the way her throat worked, the way Aaron’s hand tangled in her hair, gripping her with a casual, terrifying strength. The way his mouth was slightly open, his eyes lowered.

My hand moved to my own trousers. I couldn't help it. The fever was either gone or it had mixed in with the arousal washing over me in consistent waves. I began to stroke myself through the fabric, my movements slow and controlled.

God, it felt good.

I closed my eyes for a second, projecting Damian’s face onto the man just five feet away.

It’s Damian, I told myself. Damian is the one being this rude. Damian is the one drawing those wet, gargling sounds from the school team’s cheerleader as he fucked her mouth.

The imagination was working, I could feel myself growing bigger and thicker.

But when I opened my eyes, it was Aaron’s face I saw, thrown back in a grimace of pure lust, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

“That's enough, fuck,” he growled, flipping Amanda over and pinning her down to a gym mat as he came down over her.

“Remember to scream as hard as you want,” he breathed, shoving his pants down to his knees before palming his cock and angling it at her entrance.

Amanda made a small whimpering sound as Aaron dragged his length up and down her slit, and it sounded like macaroni and cheese being stirred.

“Aaron!” She screamed as he thrust into her with a brutal surge of his hips, making my heart jump into my throat.

“Oh God,” Amanda moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into the mat as Aaron's pumping rocked her back and forth.

“God's not the one fucking you, sweetheart,” Aaron drawled as he began to move in and out of her steadily.

Not even an apocalypse could stop me from watching this.