CHAPTER 5

LEON'S POV 

Every harsh pump of his hips felt like it was hitting me. I imagined that thick girth piercing me instead, stretching me, filling the ache that several ice baths and self-pleasure always failed to freeze. 

My breathing became ragged, coming out in a series of short, sharp gasps.

Aaron was moving faster now, his back muscles rippling under his shirt. 

Cursing under my breath, I undid my fly with shaky fingers, slipped a hand into my pants and began jerking myself off.

I closed my eyes as my core tightened at the wet sounds of Aaron's cock slamming into Amanda's wet pussy.

She let out a near-scream, and Aaron responded with a harsh grunt that made my eyes fly open.

My dick jerked, leaking even more precum as I watched his body tensing, a low, guttural moan vibrating out of his throat.

Leaning over, he gripped Amanda's throat as his thrusts quickened, the sounds of their flesh slapping together grew louder too and Aaron groaned again, a deep, soul-shaking sound that broke through my last shred of self-control.

“Ah...fuck!” I groaned as I came all over my hands, my dick jumping and pumping as every drop of release spilled onto my pants.

The room went dead silent.

The only sound was the heavy, labored breathing of the two people on the mat. 

My heart stopped, then restarted violently.

A mix of fear and shame slithered through me, my hand still gripping my sticky trousers.

This is it, I thought. Everything I had fought to keep hidden would finally be exposed because I couldn't control myself.

Maybe my dad was right.

“What was that?” Amanda whispered, her voice trembling.

Aaron didn't answer immediately. 

Then he breathed out a laugh as he slowly straightened, and grabbed her waist.

“Ohh,” she moaned as he resumed thrusting, fucking her into the mattress while keeping his eyes in the direction of the locker I was hiding inside.

He didn't look surprised at all, nor angry.

Through the gap, our eyes met. Or at least it felt like it, because a shudder of awareness ripped through me.

The smirk that crawled across Aaron's face was the cruelest thing I’d ever seen, and it didn't help my paranoia that he had in fact seen me through the gap.

“Maybe it's just a little mouse,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a terrifying, knowing amusement. “Looking for some scraps I guess, I hope it's enjoying the show though.”

Suddenly he stood up, not even bothering to cover himself. 

Despite the awkwardness of my situation, I couldn't stop myself from drinking in his half-naked body, my eyes fixed on the hard, monster cock swinging between his powerful thighs.

Aaron began to walk toward my locker, his footsteps sounding like a death sentence.

“Aaron, let's just go,” Amanda pleaded, scrambling to fix her clothes.

“In a minute,” Aaron murmured, stopping right in front of my door. 

A breath caught in my throat as he leaned in, but still I couldn't stop looking downwards, wishing I could trace the thick vein on the side of his dick with my tongue.

He leaned in, his face so close to the metal I could see the sweat dripping off his chin. “I just want to make sure the mouse enjoyed the show.”

Fuck.

I was fully ready to be exposed, squeezing my eyes shut and holding my breath.

But Aaron didn't open the door. Instead, he slammed his hand against the metal right next to my head. 

BANG.

I flinched, a sob catching in my throat.

“Next time, little mouse,” Aaron whispered, his voice low enough that only I could hear, “remember not to moan so sweetly when you're peeking. It ruins the whole purpose of you hiding in here to watch me fuck someone's brains out.”

My chest felt tight, so tight I felt like I was about to hyperventilate.

But Aaron wasn't done.

Keeping his eyes on the gap, he gripped himself, slowly pumping up and down the hardness, and squeezing his fat tip until I felt my throat clog.

“You like that?”

I swallowed, but it did nothing to help the knot in my throat.

“Fuck,” Aaron groaned, his hands quickening their movements, pumping harder and faster.

My breaths grew rapid, matching the rhythm of his pumping hand shamelessly.

“Agh, fuck!” He groaned just before a spurt of white release splashed through the gap and hit me square in the face.

To say I was stunned would be an understatement.

Aaron let out an amused chuckle as he continued to pump himself, squeezing out every drop of cum. Then he exhaled deeply and stepped back.

“You're welcome,” he muttered, his voice raspier than usual.

I was dumbfounded, watching as he turned on his heel and walked out, leaving me trembling in the dark, covered in my own shame and the terrifying realization that Damian wasn't the one I should have been writing about.

Aaron was.

The walk home felt like a slow-motion descent into a fever dream. I had tried my best to clean up in the bathroom afterwards, before leaving the school. But it still felt like every person I passed on the sidewalk knew what had happened.

I slipped into the house, holding my breath. My father was most probably in his study, the low drone of a televised sermon filtering through the mahogany door.

Slowly I began tip-toeing up the stairs, not wanting any confrontation.

“Leon.”

I halted on the last stair, then slowly turned to face my father.

“Where have you been since school dismissal?”

I blinked, then shifted uncomfortably, furrowing my brow against the harsh throbbing of a headache.

“Dad, good evening.”

He didn't respond, just took one long look at me, and his eyes narrowed to slits.

“What is wrong with you?”

“I'm…I'm sorry, sir. I just feel sick.”

Again, dad eyed me suspiciously, and adjusted his glasses.

“You missed the mid-week service, and that is highly unacceptable.”

“That's it?” I blurted out incredulously. “I just told you I'm sick!”

“Then go upstairs and pray for healing!” Dad snapped, before turning on his heels and storming away.