"There, are you satisfied now?" I snarled at her as I pushed away. I was slightly aware of her hand sinking into my arm, and I quickly shook her off.
"Why does it matter?" she asked, looking disappointed. "Why don't you just take it as a compliment? Everyone else thinks it's a good thing."
"I'm not everyone else," I snapped back. Ceria just frowned as if she didn't care that I was angry at her at all. "I gave you what you wanted, so just fucking do it."
She pressed her lips in a small, disapproving line and looked me over. Then, when her consideration ended, she leaned up to kiss me again. I was quick to push her back. "I said stop it," I threatened her, but she still looked as though she didn't believe me.
"Are you with someone?" she asked, and when I started to walk away from her, she grabbed my arm. "Tell me, because whoever it is, you're going through too much trouble. She probably hasn't even heard about it."
"Yet," I answered, yanking my arm away. I waited to see if she was going to say anything else back, but when she turned away from me, I left.
I tried to shake off my anger as I looked for Kace. Out of all people, I didn't think Ceria was like that. But then again, most of the betraying actions that people do surprise me. Going to the classroom Kace was in at the time, I waited by the door until the bell rang and all of the students came rushing out. However, when the last student came out, Kace was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging to myself, I went up to the roof instead.
When the door open, light blinded me for a second and all I could see was the outlines of my friends. Rylee waved for me to come over, and I did, but Kace wasn't here either. "Where have you been?" Wade asked, sitting oddly close to his new friend. Owen, right?
"Nowhere," I answered quickly. I didn't want any more rumors flying around than there already were. Owen's jaw clenched as I answered. "Have you seen Kace?"
"Yeah, about thirty minutes ago," Rylee said. "He came looking for you."
So was he still looking? It seemed unlikely. Owen opened his mouth to answer my unasked question. "He found you," he said, sternly, "and then he went home."
The message he was sending was clear, and when he looked up at me, I knew what he was thinking. But how much did he know? "Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting for it to be true. Owen nodded.
I didn't take a minute to say goodbye, but instead rushed down the stairs as fast as I could. If Kace saw me kissing Ceria, I was in more trouble than I thought. It's was possible that I had already lost everything, but I jumped in Rylee's car anyways. Hopefully he wouldn't miss it.
Backing out of the school parking lot, I was more reckless than usual. If I hit a car, then oh well, I would just have to pay for it later. While driving I passed over the speed limit effortlessly, passing by the slower cars in front of me. The longer I let Kace sit and wonder if I was cheating on, the harder it would be to convince him that I wasn't.
I made a few wrong turn, ending up in weird neighbors or at dead ends. I had been to Kace's house hundreds of time, but now my mind was spinning so much that I couldn't remember how to get there. Finally, after having to turn around several times, Kace's house came into view.
Parking the car as quickly as possible, I jumped out and ran to the front door of the house. Frantically, I rang the doorbell over and over, hearing it echo throughout the house, but I heard no footsteps coming towards the door. I looked over at the driveway and noticed that his parent weren't at home. I doubted that Kace would even think about opening the door; I was screwed.
Then, just to be sure, I reached for the handle to check and see if it was unlocked. When it clicked open, I sighed in relief and a little bit of worry. He forgot to lock it. I let myself in and locked the door behind me, walking quickly towards the stairs. When I got up to the stop of the stairs I could see Kace standing in the frame of his bedroom door. His expression was somewhere in the middle of sadness and anger, and although he wasn't crying now, I could tell he had been.
"Get out," Kace said, trying to keep a defensive stance. I had heard those words many times before, but now it hurt more than I thought it would. Ignoring him, I walked closer. "I said get out."
When I neared the doorway, Kace took a step back and then another, trying to keep his distance from me. "Didn't you hear me? Get o-" he tried to stay, but when he took his last step back, he tripped and fell on his bed. Quickly, I climbed over on top of him.
"No! Stop!" he yelled, and started to push and kick me. A sharp pain grew in my stomach as he began to kick harder, and my only other choice was to lay my weight on top of him. The kicking stopped then, but the pushing didn't. "Get off me," he said, his voice starting to crack as he cried. "Don't touch me."
His body wasn't tense or shaking underneath me, so I knew he wasn't afraid, but he cried anyways. I could tell in the way he breathed in sharply ever now and again, and how it sounded when he breathed in his nose. He didn't let me see, but I knew, and I waited for him to calm down before I started to speak.
"What are you doing here?" he asked after a moment. I could still hear the shakiness of his voice. "Why don't you stay with that girl?"
"I don't like Ceria," I answered calmly. I didn't want to fight with him. As much as I hated it, he was in the right if he kicked me out, but I wanted to stay.
"That's now how it looked to me," he answered, and turned away from me. When he started to wiggle out from under me, I quickly grabbed his wrist and held him down. Instantly, his body tensed under mine and I slowly made myself let go. I took a deep breath, wanting to beat myself over that. I had to remember to be gentle when I touched him. However, when I let go, he relaxed again. Even with everything that was happening, he still trusted me.
Trying to stay calm, I started over. "Before all of… this happened between you and me, I was at this stupid party and Ceria came on to me. I let her, because I couldn't stop thinking about you, and then it was weird," I explained, and Kace's expression was pained. I realized then that he might not forgive me for this, so I continued quickly. "We didn't though; I didn't have sex with her. I almost did, but even then I could get you out of my head. She was offended but the next day, I kissed her and it was fine. But when we started this, I told her it was over."
Kace's frown remained. "Then why were you kissing her today?" he asked.
"Because she was telling her friends that we did it, and I got scared. I didn't think you would believe me if you heard it," I answered honestly. "She said she would stop if I kissed her."
He thought for a moment and then shook his head. "How am I supposed to believe that?" he said not able to even look at me. "Everyone is always telling me about how you're such a 'play-boy' and how you have sex with everyone. I don't understand why you're even with me."
"Would I have come for you if I didn't want you?" I answered, but when he didn't react, I continued. "I'll admit, I'm not a virgin. That's not a secret that I'm keeping from anyone. But in my whole life, I've only had sex three times."
Kace looked at me then with surprise, and then doubt. "Only three?"
"Maybe four?" I said, and his expression hardened again. Oliva keeps swearing that we did it but I was drunk and I don't remember it. "
He sighed. "How am supposed to believe you?" he asked. "I it to be true, but how do I know you're not just lying to me?"
"How do I prove it?" I answered eagerly. "I'll do anything."
"Just…." He said, thinking carefully. "Just tell me next time. Don't kiss anyone else."
Instantly, I felt as if a weight was being lifted off my chest, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. For some reason, he actually believed me. "I swear to god, I won't."
Kace let out a small laugh. "As if you even believe in that guy," he said, and I smiled back as much as I could. Then, carefully, he rose up and kissed me. "To get her off," he explained.
I lost all thought then, and I leaned back towards him and kissed him back and slowly he returned it. My kiss last longer than his and was rough was desperation. I wanted to erase his thoughts as well so that everything I've done would be forgotten. A part of me wanted to feel him forgive me, but after a while I made myself stop.
Rising up, I started to lift myself off of him, but he caught me by my shirt. "More," he said, softly. Confused, I leaned down and kissed him again. Soon my wanting for him came back, but I bared it as long as possible before I lifted away. Again, he caught my shirt. "More."
"Anymore and it won't be just kissing," I explained to him, and he looked away from me.
"I don't care…" I thought I heard him say, but I didn't think I heard him correctly. My body froze waiting for him to repeat what he said. "I don't care if it's not just kissing," he said a little bit louder.
What? "I don't think you understand what I'm talking about," I tried, and he looked back up at me.
"I do understand," he said, lacing his arms around my neck. "Make love to me."
Again my thoughts left me, and kissed him more. He's letting me do this right? This is allowed? Suddenly I was aroused and my kisses with him became deeper. Kace struggled for a moment with his breathing, but then caught up, letting me slide my tongue into his mouth. "Tell me if I need to stop," I warned him when I came up for air, and he nodded slightly, embarrassed.
Carefully, I reached down and pulled his legs apart, letting my waist slide in. I grinded against him a little as we kissed more so that he could feel that I was erect, and he let out a small moan against my lips. Then, slowly, I slipped my hands up under his shirt, waiting for him to push me off. But when his body didn't shake and he didn't reject me, I moved my mouth to his chest.
For a moment his tensed as I teased him with my tongue, still rubbing my crotch slowly against his, but relaxed as he started to feel it. Using the hand that wasn't supporting me, I reached down his pants and grabbed his member, rubbing slowly. He hardened quickly, and I waited for him to get close, listening to him as his breathing became heavy. When he started to buck and lose control of his voice, I removed my hand, sitting up
"Why did you stop?" he asked, confused and extremely frustrated. His expression made my lower half throb and I could feel myself start to lose control as I looked down at him. With messy hair and wet lip, down to the kiss marks on his chest, he was almost mine.
"Turn over," I said, pulling my shirt off over my head. Reluctantly, he turned and raised his hips towards me. His body went tense again as I reached for his waist and pulled down his pants. Leaning my body over his, I kissed down his back until he relaxed. Then, slowly, I pushed in one of my fingers.
"What are you doing?" he asked instantly, sounding panicked.
"It's so it won't hurt," I explained, calmly, and then pushed in another. "Am I hurting you?"
"A little he said, clutching the sheets under him. I moved my fingers at an agonizingly slow pace to be gentle, but my crotch was begging for more. However, I made myself wait until I could fit four fingers in.
When he was ready, I helped him flip back over and climbed back into our original position. "Are you sure this is okay?" I asked him, kissing his lip softly. "I won't make you do this."
"I want this," he said, and kissed me back. Not willing to wait anymore, I reached down and fumbled with the button of my pants while kissing him, not pulling away until I had to push them down. Underneath me, Kace looked a little scared but egger as I pulled his hip up towards me.
Taking his member in my hand, I rubbed as I started to push in. I could my heavy breathing as I made myself go slowly, but every part of me wanted to slam into him. Kace groaned a little in pain, but was distracted by the movement of my hand. My control vanished as I felt his body clamp around my member; it felt tight and hot, and soon I noticed that I was moving.
I tried to keep my focus on pleasuring Kace, but soon my lower half took over and I let go. My thrusts into him became deeper and he started to moan loudly. Not able to tell ask if I was hurting him, I leaned up to kiss him. He returned it desperately and the claws on my back urged me to move faster.
With ever thrust his voice got louder, and I moved harder to hear more. It echoed off the walls, through the house, and in my ear, and soon I felt the stickiness that told me he had cummed. Feeling close myself, raised his hips up higher to get in at a better angle and moved faster. Then, with a few final thrust, I released myself into him.