ChapterTwenty
Alex
A ramshackle boathouse sits on the edge of the water in a secluded area surrounded by thick brush and gnarled trees. It was originally part of the town pier but was abandoned after a few years in favor of the larger, more attractive country club that Thasos boasted. Without anyone tending to the grounds, it became overgrown with rot.
And that has made it the perfect spot to ditch school.
Several levels rise above the ground, the lowest for the boats. The upper levels look down at the lower levels and the ground floor remains clear of water, the lake having receded over the years. Parties happen all the time here, and plenty of other things too. So I’m not surprised when Parker pulls into the empty lot.
None of us are actually skipping school, considering it’s a Monday with no mandatory attendance required. Word also circulated the school that Tabitha’s father blew a deal for Soren’s father, and the coward offered up his own daughter. Since she refused my olive branch back in the girls locker room, I wasn’t necessarily upset to hear that she was up for grabs.
Maybe she’ll get a taste of her own medicine.
Parker clutches my waist as we approach the dilapidated structure. Inside, Tabitha stands on one of the docks with a bored-looking Soren beside her. She’s shivering but doing her damn best to hide it with a few casual shrugs, her black-outlined eyes heatedly landing on me with a vicious and jealous glare.
Even though her eyes harbor malice, she looks scared. She’s lucky she’s with Soren and not his father, I think as Parker releases my waist. I stand tall next to him, retaining a sense of power with his presence. Part of me gets a kick out of my borrowed power from me—but another part of me is acutely aware of the cost. Probably better than Parker, too.
A few other boys are in attendance, one of them John Trotter. His yacht party from weeks ago surfaces in my mind, but I push the memory away, keeping my attention on the present. I’m not a fool. What happens to Tabitha happens to us all. This is a community event, her being displayed like this, and we have to participate or we risk our families losing their status.
When I glance at Soren, I find his glacier gaze piercing and intense. Parker grabs my hand, squeezing it with a possessive hardness that makes my shoulder ache. A dashing smirk spreads over Soren’s lips as he looks at Parker and says, “My friend, I give you Tabitha. As a gift.”
Hope invades Tabitha’s features until Parker snorts and says, “Nope.”
She trembles. “Come on, baby. You know you miss me.”
“Save it, Tabitha.” He clears his throat, raising his voice slightly to address the group, “You’re forbidden from taking her virginity. Understand?”
Hums of understanding pass between the boys.
Soren’s grin fades slightly as his eyes sharpen. He gestures to Tabitha and says, “Any takers?”
John steps forward. To say Tabitha is relieved is a damn understatement. The two of them used to date, so she’s probably used to doing things for him, just like she’s used to doing things for Parker. And maybe he’ll even be nice about it, too.
Parker tugs me to the stairs and leads me to the second-floor loft above. He settles into a squeaky chair and unbuckles his belt, shucking his pants down enough to reveal his partially erect monstrosity. “Get over here and blow me.”
Just beyond that rail are the docks below, where Tabitha is currently being humiliated—very publicly.
Better her than me, I think sharply while kneeling in front of Parker. I rest my hands on his thighs, noticing how his features relax when I touch him. Curious about his response to me, I tug his pants down farther, revealing the muscled expanse of his thighs. With the tip of my finger, I trace a path toward his cock, a strained grunt making his throat clench as soon as my finger makes contact with his shaft.
A smacking sound echoes from below. Tabitha’s moans circulate through the air, the short utterances making my pussy ache. She was moaning like that in the locker room when she was holding me in place and watching me blow Parker. She moaned a little while she was rubbing me, too. I twitch at the recollection, shivering when I think about how good it felt to come while thinking about Parker.
God, I really do like being treated like this.
My mouth waters when Parker snakes his hand around the back of my head, urging me forward. I take him into my mouth, sighing when I feel the slight buck of his hips. I’m preparing for him to ram his dick into my throat, to skull fuck me into the ground, but he doesn’t do that. His fingers are light, tender, even playful when they skitter over my cheek and push a lock of hair away from my face.
“Fuck, your lips stretch so nice over my cock,” he groans while lacing his fingers through my hair. His arm flexes while he stills my head, taking over my rhythm. “That’s right. Open wider like a good slut.”
Obeying him takes no effort. I’m so broken at this point that I expect him to abuse me. Saliva coats his shaft and slicks his plunge between my lips, enhancing the sound of Tabitha mewling just a floor below. I dare to glance up at him, breaking my glare with his chest to find him looking down at me. Every so often, he glances over the railing, but his eyes return to me, eagerly drinking in the sight of me consuming his cock.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard when he rears back. A long groan drags from his lips and makes me clench my thighs together from sheer arousal. I’m trying so hard not to hump the air, but I can’t help myself, his reaction to me both a shock and a delight. He grips my skull and thrusts quickly, causing my lips to burn while he claims my mouth.
“That’s it, bitch. Keep your mouth open,” he growls. “You like it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you? I bet you’re soaked right now. I bet you want to touch yourself so badly.”
I whimper weakly. He’s fucking reading me like a book, and there’s nothing I can do about it. One more glance over the railing tears a shaky grunt from his throat and he croaks as he bows forward, burying his cock into my throat as he comes. Hot fluid slicks my tongue and fills my cheeks as my eyes roll back from the pressure.
When he pulls out, he squeezes my cheeks, peeking inside my mouth to admire his handiwork. He nods toward the railing. “Spit it on Tabitha.”
I stick my tongue out in a show of fake effort and then snap my jaw shut.