Beauty and the Outcast by Lucy Darling

18

Knox

Ilean up against the bleachers, not really paying attention to what’s going on during the school assembly. The only reason I’m even here is because Whitney is performing an opening song to launch off homecoming week.

Shit. I wonder if she wants to go to homecoming. I haven't heard Faith say anything about it. I’ll suck it up and go if Whitney wants to. It wouldn't be all bad. I’d get to see Whitney in a dress and keep her pressed against me most of the night.

Then everyone around here might finally get the message that we’re together. Maybe all these fuckers would stop looking at her all the time when they think I can’t see them. Whitney can be a bit shy about public displays of affection. It’s mostly because people stare.

I push off the side of the bleachers as she comes on stage. I’ve only gotten to listen to her sing a few times. When she sang the national anthem for the first home football game, and at home when she’s alone in her bedroom. She has the voice of an angel.

The last month has been more than I could have ever hoped for. Oz had been right. Since Whitney came into my life, everything has been better. It forced me to start thinking about the future and what I’m going to do with my life. I need to make sure that I get my shit straight so I can take care of Whitney for the rest of our lives. I want her to have everything her heart desires.

For the first time in my life, the thought of jail actually freaks me the fuck out. To be taken away from her would rip me in two. I know it’s messed up, this need I have for her, but I don’t care. I crave her touch. I’d gone so long without much human contact. Now I can’t get enough.

Whitney’s eyes meet mine as she grips the microphone and starts to sing. This is one of the few times that shyness doesn't take over and make her want to hide behind someone or something. She falls into the music but keeps her attention on me the whole time.

My cock hardens, which isn't abnormal when I’ve got my eyes on her. Every night we end up in each other's beds. Whitney is as needy as I am. I’ve been doing my best to get her addicted to what I can do to her body with my mouth. We haven't progressed past oral at this point. I don’t want her thinking I’m only in this for sex. That has been damn hard. Especially last night when she surprised me by slipping into my shower with me. She has been getting bolder, but her shyness still lingers. I love that about her, though. How her cheeks always turn a sweet soft pink. It’s sexy as fuck.

I’m getting worked up thinking about how she slipped open the shower door, letting herself in. Before I could even reach for her, she was on her knees, wrapping her mouth around my cock. Up until that point I was the only one giving oral. She’d tried a few times, but I’d shift into something else quickly.

It’s not that I didn’t want it. Because besides me being balls deep inside of her, there’s nothing I want more. I just didn’t want her doing it because she thought she had to. Eating her soft pussy is enough to get me off. As hard as I try to prove I’m not only in this for sex, Whitney has a way of breaking me. Even when we’re doing her self-defense training, she always ends up flat on her back on the mat with us going at it.

“Knox.” Someone says my name in a loud whisper. I glance over to see a blonde. “You can sit here.” She pats the spot next to her on the bleachers. I try to remember her name. For someone who can recall almost anything when it comes to numbers, some of these people's names always seem to allude me. Michelle maybe? I know she sits in front of Whitney in her art history class.

I ignore her, my attention going back to the stage as Whitney comes to the end of the song. Everyone cheers for her. She smiles, dipping her head before taking a step back and handing the microphone over.

The rest of the assembly drags on. I don’t see Whitney anywhere. I’m guessing she stepped out because her part is over. I go in search of her, dipping out myself. I head straight for the library. It’s where she always goes if she has free time.

When I enter, I see her at the front desk talking to the librarian. She doesn’t see me, so I slip back toward her normal table. Bingo, I think when I see a door marked supplies. I pull my pocket knife out, finding what I need before popping the lock in only a couple of seconds.

Then I wait. I catch sight of Whitney through a few of the bookcases. When she starts to round the corner, I reach out and snag her around the waist. Her eyes go wide for a moment until she realizes it’s me. I pull her back into the closet, kicking the door shut behind us and locking it.

“What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing.” I slip my hand up under her dress, giving her ass a squeeze. My dick is rock hard after watching her up on that stage. “You got me all worked up.” She gives me a shy smile. She knew exactly what she was doing up there.

“Want me to take care of that for you?” She licks her lips.

I fight a groan. “I want to take care of you.” I pull on her panties as I fall to my knees in front of her.

“Knox. We’re at school.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She’s not telling me to stop so I keep going. I can smell the sweetness of her arousal, and my mouth is watering for a taste.

“Spread your legs wider for me, Bunny.” She does as I ask, her blush spreading down her chest to the top of her tits. I would love to strip her bare, but I’m not risking someone walking in on us. I don’t care if the door is locked. No one sees her naked but me.

“Knox.” She runs her fingers through my hair but doesn't release her hold on me. I push her dress up, exposing her fully to me. Fuck. A rumble leaves my chest seeing how wet she is for me already.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy, Bunny?” I blow on her clit. She lets out a small gasp. “You have to answer me. I want all the words.” Keeping her dress up and out of my way, I kiss each of her hips, enjoying the softness of her skin against my lips.

“I want you to eat me.” I can’t help but smile at the fact that she can’t say the word pussy. I don’t care. I’ll take what I can get. I love it when she gets like this. So needy for me that the majority of her shyness fades away.

I bury my face between her thighs, licking every drop of sweetness that has escaped her already. Then I focus back on her clit, my tongue flicking her back and forth. My cock strains against my jeans at the sound of the moans that are coming from her. I slip my other hand down to her opening, allowing one finger to push inside of her and then another. I’ve been slowly trying to stretch her. I know it can hurt like a motherfucker for a girl's first time. That was another reason I was still putting it off. I want her to be ready. To cause as little pain to her as I can. All I want her to know is pleasure.

She starts to move her hips, rocking them back and forth against my mouth. She moves with the thrust of my fingers inside of her, meeting each stroke, fucking herself on them. It’s so damn hot.

“Knox. I’m going to—” She trails off. I already know she’s close. Her pussy starts to clamp down on my fingers over and over. I imagine what that will be like when my cock is buried deep inside of her, her cunt trying to milk my cum out. The thought has cum leaking from the head of my cock.

I hook my finger inside of her, hitting her G-spot just right. It’s all it takes to send her over. My name spills from her lips. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard, making me feel like a king. Her body shakes then jerks as I wring the pleasure out of her.

I pull my fingers out, licking them clean before I place a kiss on her clit. I proceed to fix her panties and dress. When I rise, she’s got a happy but dazed expression on her face. She grabs a hold of me, running her hands up my chest. I’ll never get used to how good her touch feels. How my body craves it when it wasn’t too long ago that I hated the thought of anyone touching me.

“It’s my turn.” I lean in and kiss her. I'm already on edge, about to come. She kisses me but only for a second before she’s pushing at my chest. “Don’t distract me,” she huffs, lifting her chin in a show of defiance. It’s fucking cute as hell. “Knox,” she huffs, her bottom lip coming out in a pout. “You said you belong to me, and I can do whatever I want, and I want to suck your cock.”

I raise my eyebrows, shocked she got the naughty words past her lips. But fuck me. Her dirty talk is as sexy as her innocence is. I’m not surprised in the least. Everything she does works for me. I’m convinced we were made for each other. I don’t care how different we are on the outside. We fit perfectly.

“I’m all yours, Bunny.” A smile lights up her face knowing she’s won. She always does when it comes to me.

I do belong to her. More than I think she’ll ever understand.