#Chapter Thirty-Four
Kitty's hand lightly grazed the inside of Gunner's arm before she retracted it in giggles and turned around to scurry a few steps forward. Most of the lights in the hallway were already switched off and shadows were everywhere, their silhouettes dancing across the reflective floor.
"Come back here," Gunner ordered.
Kitty spun around with a naughty smile. She extended a hand out to him and he reached his fingers out to grab onto her hand but they stopped just shy of it because she took her hands back with another round of giggles while stepping backwards.
"Kitty, I'm not saying it again," he growled.
She turned around and sped down the hallway into the darkness in happy laughter. Looking past her shoulder every now and then, she saw that he was fast approaching, the hunger for her body written all over his face. She smiled widely as she rounded a corner and ran down the corridor. She threw another look behind her and saw that he had also rounded that corner.
He chased her down the corridor and she rounded more corners until she reached the hallway that led to the cafeteria. She looked behind her and to her surprise, Gunner was no longer there. She was about to head to the school hall when a bang sounded behind her and she changed her mind, escaping into the cafeteria. When she reached, she scanned her surroundings.
She was alone.
She left the cafeteria through another exit and made her way down corridors she didn't recognise. As she pushed the door open to another hallway, darkness submerged her and she stopped and felt her way around with her hands. There was a row of lockers to one side, which meant that the other side had lockers too. She left the locker she was touching to try and reach for the other row when she collided into a hard wall of muscle and powerful hands fell at her waist.
"There you are," Gunner said to her, his hot breath fanning her cheeks.
"You herded me in," she said, laughing through a wide smile.
"Me chasing you turns you on, doesn't it?" Gunner said and she took a few steps away from him. He lurched forwards and pushed her roughly, her back hitting the wall of lockers behind her. The distance between them vanished and he crashed his lips onto hers, tongue exploring her mouth, teeth grazing her lower lip. She sucked his mouth and pushed the back of his head into their kiss as he yanked her waist into his core.
They parted momentarily. "You're a good girl, aren't you, Kitty?"
"No," she said. "I'm not."
"Then what are you?"
"I'm a slut," she said as his eyes widened in pleasure. "Call me a whore."
He chuckled darkly. "Most girls abhor being called that, and yet you want to hear it so badly."
"Say it."
"How do you want to be fucked, my beautiful whore?"
"I want to be fucked standing up," she panted.
Pushing her back again to the locker, both his hands kept her securely on it. She raised her leg, hooking it to his side and he wrapped his hand underneath her legs to hold it in place. Her other leg left the floor and crossed her other leg behind his back as he unbuttoned his pants furiously.
"My innocent slut, I don't want to hear you making a sound when I fuck you into oblivion." She bit into her lips and nodded furiously as he pushed her panties aside and ran his tip up and down her opening.
With one forceful thrust, he pushed into her and pulled out in another split second. Pressure wrecked her body and he thrust into her again. With each thrust, she forced her cries of pleasure down her throat, her legs pulling him into her pussy. Thrust after thrust after thrust drowned her in ecstasy as he quickened his pace up till their climax together, when he pumped into her slowly as they rode the high. He gave one last thrust as far in as he could go as the orgasm exploded and they kissed each other fiercely until her lips grew sore. When the orgasm died down, their breathing slowed. They slumped to the ground and he rained kisses down on the swell of her breasts.
"Ready for round two?"