theaimofsadeness

[theaimofsadeness]

MOSQUITO BITE

pairings: James Beaufort x original female character

warnings: NSFW, smut, mutual masturbation, blowjob, oral sex, slight exhibitionism (maybe?), very poor description of a lacrosse training

summary: Making a deal with James Beaufort wasn’t a good idea, probably it was the worst decision she could’ve taken. She knew it, but she couldn’t imagine how pleasurable the consequences could be.

author’s note: this is my first time publishing something, and english is not my first language sooooo please, be kind and enjoy! 🤍

“you know, everyone’s a price princess” James stated, his voice soft like velvet. “you’re right, Beaufort” she answered, lifting her chin up. The boy’s figure towered over her, the low light that illuminated the small storage closet made his shadow look darker and bigger. Abigail felt completely surrounded by his presence. “but my complicity is not something your father’s money can buy” she added, smirking proudly. “you’re right, Fortescue” he mimicked her. “but i wasn’t thinking about that” he added and his voice acquired a more sensual tone. She watched as he pressed himself lightly against her, the warmth of his body made her shiver. “are you that desperate?” she chuckled, placing a hand on his chest.

She felt his fast heartbeat under her palm and looked at him in the eyes. His mischievous expression never leaving his face, his icy blue eyes shined under the golden light. “i’m not desperate” he replied bitterly. “i’m determined” he corrected her. Abigail smirked at his arrogance, even in that compromising situation he wasn’t willing to act with humbleness. “yeah, but luckily for you i was gifted with a bit of common sense and empathy” she smiled, still stroking his chest. James gave her a questioning look; he couldn’t understand why she wanted to make things so difficult. “i know those feelings are unknown to you…” she teased him, having deciphered his look. “but that means i could never force you into such a thing” she explained.

James looked down to see if there were some expressions in her face or something else which would hint that she was lying to him. He found none. “what makes you think that i would feel forced to do it?” he asked. For the first time since he dragged her there, Abigail was left speechless. He let his broad hand rest on her hip, tugging her even closer to him. Their knees were touching, so were their chests. “you really… you’re saying that you’re willing to give yourself… sexually… to me, in order to gain my complicity!?” she asked in disbelief. “who wouldn’t?” he shrugged and she looked at him, unable to answer.

She never thought about him in that way, but she couldn’t deny that that idea was intriguing. It was absurd to imagine being intimate with someone who had never shared an emotion or a feeling before, other than despise and jealousy. Yet, Abigail wasn’t blind. James was certainly one of the most handsome boys at school, his demeanour was insufferable but charming nonetheless. She wasn’t deaf either, she had heard all the gossip about his abilities and appetites, even the ones about his majestic tool. She looked up at him once again, her eyes were bright with lust; she made her decision. The girl moved her right hand up toward the neckline of his white shirt, her fingertips brushed the skin under its collar and she thought she could burn herself. She looked back at him, then back at her hand and finally back at him again; stopping midway to look at his perfect lips. James took a deep breath when he saw the impudence in her eyes. He wondered what had made her change her mind.

She smiled, feeling his gaze following hers. “fine” she spoke eventually. “but we have to set some rules” she then added, looking at him with a stern look. James discovered in that moment how difficult it was for him to breathe since she had started caressing his collarbone with her thumb. In that moment, he felt like he would loose control if she didn't stop doing that, he knew that whatever she would ask him would be done no matter what. Despite her cold and unapproachable demeanour, James couldn’t ignore the strength of her charm. He had always felt drawn towards her in a way that he couldn’t understand and that gave him mixed feelings. He didn’t like her, but he couldn’t say he despised her either. She was beautiful, with a sharp mind and a good heart; moreover, she was incredibly sexy. She was known as the people’s princess for a reason.

“yeah, everything… you name it, princess” he swallowed thickly. She nodded and then seemed to think about what to say next. “first, i want us to be exclusive…” she blurted out, lifting her gaze to see his reaction. “as long as this thing goes on, we won’t be fucking anyone else” she clarified. “you know i always take good care of… uhm… myself” Damian pointed out, just to tease her. “yeah, but still… i don’t wanna risk to catch something from your… slappers” “as you wish… yours will be the only pussy i’ll see” he smirked and Abigail huffed shaking her head. She hoped he didn’t catch the redness spreading on her cheeks. “she better be worth it” he then whispered, lowering his face. James chuckled as he felt her shiver under his touch. “i’m sure she won’t disappoint you” she replied, not knowing where she found the courage to do it.

James chuckled lightly feeling her relaxing against him. “obviously…” now was Abigail’s turn to swallow thickly. “obviously if we meet someone else we’ll immediately stop this” she spoke, her mouth now was only inches away from James’ neck. “sure” he nodded. “and last, i think that should be clear that this agreement must not involve feelings of any kind” she continued, with newfound strength. “our relationship is exclusively sexual, the rest of our lives should go on as always” her heart hammered in her chest as she lifted her gaze once again. He hummed, nodding once again. “is there something you wanna add?” she asked.

“nope” he shook his head. “as long as you’re satisfied…” he smirked, proud to have achieved his goal. After all, he thought, Abigail’s stubbornness had been useful. “do we have a deal, then?” he asked, grabbing her chin with his fingers. Her deep grey eyes locked with his. “yes” she whispered in the exact same moment when the bell rang. That was the signal that their time there was over, now they both had to go back to their classes. Abigail took a pair of steps back, heading towards the closet’s door but James wasn’t ready to let her go. “hey!” he called, caging her with her back pressed against the door. “how do i know you’ll keep your word?” he asked mischievously smirking when he saw her black brows furrow. “what do you mean?” she asked, her gaze questioning him. “i mean we have to seal our agreement” he explained, taking her porcelain face between his big calloused hands. “yeah… you’re right” she smiled then, sensing what was on his mind. “well then, there’s no turning back from now—“ “i don’t wish to turn back” Abigail interrupted him.

One moment later she felt her lips being captured between James’. The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but as Abigail lingered into the contact, James didn’t waste a second to deepen it. His tongue slid past her parted lips, rubbing across her teeth and then into her warm mouth. Abigail moaned softly as she opened her mouth wider for him. She wrapped her arms aroud his shoulders, digging her long black nails into his nape. She had to agree with all the girls that gosspied about James’ skills, he really was a good kisser. She loved the confidence with which he slowly took posses of her mouth. His strong scent invading her nostrils while his slightly alcoholic taste lingered on her tongue. James Beaufort was intoxicating. As their tongues danced together Abigail felt his hand travel down her side to cup one of her firm breast through her blouse, while his other hand rested around her neck. The way she was grinding against him was driving him crazy. Her soft hands sent shivers down his spine and he knew he would carry the scratches of her nails on his nape for the whole day. The way her soft plump lips embraced his, made his head spin. James loved how she made him feel, he was ready to take her there and then. The guy started massaging her breast absentmindedly applying even more stength to his movements. “n-no” was everything Abigail was able to say, parting slightly from his lips.

“what?" he almost growled, his need building up. She looked up at him with her sexy gray eyes, which were half hooded by her long eyelashes. He didn’t care about her, but still he didn’t want to do something she wasn’t sure of. James grew instantly worried about having pushed her too much. “we can’t… not here… not now” Abigail breathed, keeping her hands wrapped around his strong neck. He felt the relief taking possess of him. “why?” he mumbled leaving a soft kiss on her lips. Abigail gasped at the unannounced contact. “because..." she paused, while James kissed her jaw. "because...” she whined as he kissed the spot under her ear, James was determined not to let her speak. “fuck” she whispered. “James!” she almost shouted when she felt his lips starting to suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. The boy immediately drew away from her. “christ, we’re both gonna be late for our classes and everyone will be wondering why” she explained sternly. Nonetheless, her gaze softened when she saw his golden brows furrow and his perfect lips pout. “i don’t care, you can’t leave me like this” he answered bitterly, clenching his fists like a spoiled kid. “i can, and i will” she smirked, opening the door behind her back. “i can’t resist” he tried again, grabbing her wrist as she was halfway out.

“oh yes, you can" she chuckled before kissing him once more. It was a quick kiss, but enough to make James moan. Abigail smiled against his lips, withdrawing swiftly. “princess, please” he begged her, moving forward to chase her succulent red lips. Abigail shook her head no, smiling. “later” she suggested. “this afternoon, after your practice” Abigail added and saw his gaze brighten. “where can i found you?” he asked, his heart racing in his chest. “near the library, on the second floor” she answered without thinking. By the time he would’ve finished his lacrosse training, her meeting with the book club would’ve been over by half an hour. That was perfect. “deal" was all he could answer.

After shutting the closet’s door behind them, James caught Abigail by surprise and grabbed her waist pulling her against his rock hard cock. “Jam—“ she squeaked. “easy, princess, keep quiet” he cut her off, hiding her behind his robust figure. Abigail did what she was told and he kissed her again. "one last thing" he groaned between kisses. “you better make a stop in the bathroom before you head to class” he smirked on her lips. Under the daylight the redness on her cheeks was perfectly visible. “you… you fucking asshole” she muttered covering the point on her neck where he had left his mark.

James chuckled as he walked towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. The girl headed to the opposite direction and, before disappearing behind the corner, she turned around finding him at the other side of the corridor looking at her. Then she gave him the finger and kept on walking. James felt a smile rising on his face, but he shook it right away.

A few hours later, when the weekly meeting of her book club ended, Abigail got up from her seat and moved closer to the window. She looked down on the lacrosse pitch located behind that building and saw the team training. She immediately spotted James, he was wearing a top that sticked perfectly to his upper body and a pair of very thiny shorts. That outfit emphasised his physique in a very tempting way. Her eyes wandered over his torso, his abs stood clearly defined and muscular. His defined and sweaty arms peeked beautifully from the sleeveless top. The way in which his shorts hugged his strong legs emphasised James’ perfect ass. Abigail watched in awe as every muscle in the boy’s body contraced as he moved along his teammates on the pitch. They were about to conclude their training session and were now playing a little game, in order to try the schemes they had been thought. She was amazed by the strenght with which he directed and encouraged his teammates, the courage with which he threw himself against his opponents and how he faced each tackle fearlessly.

On the pitch, under the window, James was feeling a pair of eyes following his every move. That day’s training had been really strenuous and, despite the fact that he was very tired and sore, he was sure he was lucid enough not to start imagining things. The gaze he felt heavy upon him couldn’t belong to one of his coaches, nor teammates; at that time of the day there was no one else around and he couldn’t understand to whom that look belonged. Before one of the last actions of the game, James looked around himself and finally saw her. She was standing at the window on the second floor of the building beside the pitch. Abigail was looking down at him and didn’t flinch when he caught her staring. He returned the stare, grinning. James then returned his attention on the pitch, ready to play the last play of the game. He was the captain of the school’s lacrosse team; that sport and his role were one of the few things that made him really proud. He loved playing lacrosse, the strenght and mentality it required. As the coach blew the whistle, signalling the end of the game, and the victory of his team, James rejoiced with his teammates. He immediately lifted his head up, looking at the window behind his back. Abigail was still there, and she was clearly smiling; that made the boy’s heart starting to hammer.

A few minutes laster, the coaches dismissed them and James rushed to the changing room and showered himself. He looked forward to see her, he was excited beyond limit. The boy cleaned himself quickly then got dressed with his uniform and headed rapidly to the second floor, where Abigail was waiting for him. He stopped a moment before entering the room to recompose himself, he didn’t want to look desperate. James looked at his reflection in a window and fixed himself up. He brushed his still damp blond hair with his fingers than, finally, he entered the room.

The girl rose up from her chair and turned to face him as he entered. In spite of the numerous times he had met her in person already, James found himself stunned again at how gorgeous she was. He let his backpack fall on the ground before locking the door behind him. The room was poorly lit, Abigail had closed the roller shutter creating a more intimate atmosphere. The scent that lingered in the air was sweet and flowery, indicating that there were a lot of girls there before them; James didn’t despise that, that smell was way better than the one of his team’s changing room. The room was quite small, there was only an oval table that took almost the entirety of the space, surrounded by chairs.

“princess” he greeted her, bending his head lightly. She was looking at him with an unreadable light in her eyes, while she was standing in front of him; her lower back pressed against the table’s edge. “asshole” she greeted him, smirking. He chuckled lightly taking a pair of steps forward and closing the distance between them. In a couple of seconds he was standing in front of her, towering over her with his hands placed above her hips. “how dare you?” ha asked laughing. “no one believed this was a mosquito bite” Abigail explained showing the red mark on her neck. “you should’ve come up with a better excuse” he said, starting to caress her thighs. “and, by the way…” he continued, tracing soft patterns on her knees. “the biggest asshole here is you, because you left me with a boner for the whole morning” Abigail couldn’t hold back a small laugh at his dramatic tone. “it’s not my fault if a simple kiss is enough to get you” she teased him, leaning forward. “that wasn’t a simple kiss, and you know it” he answered bitterly grabbing ahold of her jaw. The girl smirked proudly, she was well aware of the effect she had on him. She tugged at the collar of his white shirt and pulled him towards her. James wasn’t expecting this to happen, too focused on her red lips to notice her movements. He stumbled a little, but stadied himself grabbibg her plush thighs.

They kissed deeply, mouths open, tongues lashing each others. James couldn’t help letting out a moan, being that distracted by her lips. Abigal wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. His groin brushed against hers, and he let out a low growl gripping her buttocks to press her even further against him. Abigail smiled on his lips. She started moving her hips slowly, making Damian moan again. She suckled gently at his bittom lip, making him open his mouth. She then slide her tongue inside it, making it brush against his. James had to admit that Abigail was a very good kisser, if not the best. He would never admit it to her, but the way she explored his mouth made him feel things he never felt before. He thought he could spend his life just kissing her, breathing her scent and tasting her. They kept on going like that for long minutes, until they both started panting slightly.

“you see…” Abigail spoke, breathlessly. “i was right, you get hard just from kissing me” she teased him looking down at the tent forming underneath his trousers. James felt his cheeks starting to redden, but he wasn’t going to let her go with that. He smiled softly, but his hand slid swiftly from Abigail’s buttock to her inner thigh; he moved it forward to her centre and smirked when, halfway up, he started feeling her wet skin under his fingertips. “as you get wet just from kissing me” he answered in a whisper. The sound of his voice was enough to make Abigail tremble with anticipation. “you like me so much that you get all worked up just with a little kiss” he continued, kneading the soft flesh of her thighs. Now was his turn to tease her.

Abigail moaned when she felt his lips pressed against the love bite he had left hours before. “i saw you staring before” he steated, leaving a long stripe of kisses alonge her neck. “did you see something you like?” “mh-m” Abigail moaned closings her eyes. “tell me” he ordered before nipping her earlobe. The girl shivered and smiled wickedly before answering. “i saw…” she whined. “i saw the schemes you were trying, they seemed pretty clever… then the neatness of the passages, laudable” she sighed. James raised an eyebrow at her answer. “are you kidding?” he asked, abruptly stopping his ministrations. She eventually opened her eyes just to be met with a disbelieved look on the boy’s face. She giggled nodding. James didn’t expect this either, but he liked how she turned the tables. All of the tension of the moment was gone in an heartbeat. “yeah… sorry, you were so caught up… i couldn’t resist” she tried to apologise, her smile still planted on her face.

“but beside that, there were still a few other things i liked” she then added. “for example?” he asked leaning closer to her once again. “well… your tiny little revealing outfit was truly enjoyable” she started and he suddenly felt flustered, her confidence made him blush out of excitement. “yeah?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “yeah, it made your ass really stand out” she continued smirking. No one had ever talked to him like that, and he liked it a lot. “then i liked the strength with which you manhandled your teammates” Abigail added, caressing his strong arms. James lost track of everything, only thinking about what Abigail said. “mh i see” he spoke softly, still caressing her thighs. “i bet you wish you could be manhandled with the same roughness, uhm!?” He asked, grazing his fingertips above her clothed center. “mh… yeah” she breathed out. “you thought about being fucked on that pitch, too? being under me while i pound relentlessly into your sweet cunt, princess?” he continued whispering in her ear as he began stroking her from above her lacy panties and tights . “yeah… that, that too” Abigail moaned, feeling her legs starting to tremble.

James placed a long kiss in the centre of her neck before finally speaking. "good to know, princess… we should do that sometime soon, mh?" he nibbled playfully at her jaw line while still brushing her front. “yeah but… uhm… why don’t we take care of this first?” she suggested, palming him through the fabric of his trousers. In a matter of seconds James lost all of his resolve, again. “ah… fuck” he moaned rolling his hips into her hand. “i think you’ve been in this state for enough time, mh?” she whispered, brushing her lips against his neck. “yeah…” he nodded, swallowing thickly. Abigail smiled seductively and with a swift motion she changed their position, so now James was standing with his lower back pressed against the table.

“can i?” she asked starting to play with his leather belt. “you must” he groaned looking down at her. The girl smirked again, she loved the way he melted for before her; she liked how tame he looked, especially knowing that he would never show this side to others. Abigail slowly unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants; she tugged her hands under its hem and guided them down James’ muscled legs. Instinctively, the guy spreaded them a little wider granting her a better access to his now painfully hard member. His white knuckled hands were holding onto the table’s desk for dear life. While watching intently, the girl reached over and gently grabbed James’ full package through his boxers. She pulled and rubbed his cock letting out a content sigh. "fuck" he whimpered closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

Abigail seized the moment and got up on her tiptoes to leave a light kiss on his Adam’s apple before kneeling before him. James followed her every movement as if he was hypnotised, he swore that the sight of her knelt before him could have been enough to make him come right there and then. Abigail placed her palms on his knees and started caressing her way up to his needy bulge. She followed the movements of her hands with her mouth, kissing and nibbling gently at the sensitive skin. Her touch was soft yet firm and intense, making James clench his fists, trying not to cry out in pleasure. "god... yes" he hissed through gritted teeth. She was taking her time tasting his skin. When she reached her destination, on the point right under where James’ gray Calvin Klein boxers hugged his massive thighs, Abigail started to suckle on his skin more fervently. She felt him shiver under her lips.

“darling… please” he begged her, bucking his hips forward. Only when she was satisfied with her work, and the red mark she had created was big enough, she kept on moving. She nuzzled her nose on the skin under his bellybutton, before leaving soft kisses on the area of his hips that was just above his brief’s hem. When she finally let her finger slide under it, James held a breath. He had waited for so long for this to happen that he didn’t know how to react. He was so excited, so pent-up that it was extremely difficult for him to think straight. “fuck… yeah” he moaned, finally feeling the cold air of the room hit his hot sensitive member while his boxers reached his knees. His blissful state was interrupted by a low chuckle, he lowered his gaze to see the astonished look on Abigail’s face. “what?” he rasped. “they were right” she simply answered, looking up at him. James was curious what she meant by that. His suspicions proved correct when Abigail opened her mouth to explain. “you know about all the gossip about your… uhm… tool” she said shifting her look from his eyes to his massive member. He was completely shaved, not a single curl of hair adorned his pink veiny shaft and that made it look even bigger. “i always thought they were exaggerating things, but boy…” she chuckled. “this thing is huge” James couldn’t hold back a small laugh himself, he had to admit that that situation was pretty funny.

"well… thank you for noticing princess, really makes me feel special" he joked, rubbing his hand against her soft cheek. “but i think we’ll find a way to make it fit” he then added, grabbing a firm hold of the hair at the back of her head, pushing her slightly formard towards his groin. With her deep grey eyes still locked with his, Abigail took his hint and wrapped her soft palms around his thick shaft starting to stroke it slowly and gently. “oh god..." he moaned. James closed his eyes as the wave of sensations washed over him, her warm grip already made him shiver. He couldn’t tell if it was due to all the foreplay and teasing, or if it was simply her; but the boy was sure no one had ever touched him like that. He could feel his excitement build up fastly, and when Abigail wrapped her plump lips around his leaking tip he thought he could lose his mind. Her tongue was fluttering all over his pulsing rod, softly licking every inch of it, giving him a wild sensation in his core. She was so good. “yeah… like that princess” he spurred her furrowing his brows while looking down at her. Now both his hands rested on the sides of her face, one tangled with her long black hair at the base of her neck, while the other was placed to her temple and forehead, so that her bangs would not go into her eyes.

She was the most beautiful sight he had ever saw, with her pearly sweated skin and her cheeks hollowed around him. “d-don’t stop” he stuttered and almost lost it all when she lifted up her gaze looking at him with hungry eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “i-i… fuck… i can’t” he stuttered while closing his fingers firmly around her hair and starting to guide her head to take him derper into her mouth, while simultaneously thrusting his hips forward. At this point he was fucking Abigail’s face, but the girl wasn’t going to complain. She planted her long black nails into his firm buttocks to steady herself and followed the rhythm he was imposing. She loved how his lenght filled her mouth completely, and the slight vibration it made when it brushed against her tongue. She lifted her gaze to look up at James, completely lost in plaesure. With his head bent back, his mouth slightly open and his eyes closed he looked like an Ancient Greek statue. The face of one of those heroes that were carved in marble, his body drenched in sweat. The mere sight of it made her tingle between her legs, causing her body to shiver. The realisation that he was in that blissful state because of her made her moan, the vibration travelled from her throat directly to James’ cock. And then he came. "fuck… oh fuck!” he groaned, steadying himself on Abigail’s head while thrusting his hips through his orgasm. Suddenly a big load of cum invaded the girl’s throat, but she was ready to swallow it.

After few seconds she pulled away from him, gasping for some air. Some of the liquid escaped from her lips and trickled down her chin to the collar of her blouse. James followed it as it was the last drop of water in the desert. Abigail cleaned her lips with her tongue, her hands still holding onto the boy’s hips. He was salty and bitter, just like his natural smell, but she liked it. She also liked the way he gently stroked her hair and forehead in an almost loving manner. “r you good?” he asked breathlessly. “yeah, that was… intense” she breathed out in a raspy voice. “yeah, intense is a good definition” he nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He wouldn’t be lying if he said that that was one of his most striking orgasms. It seemed that Abigail possessed some kind of power to drive him crazy. Of course he knew that that was normal, all girls have that effect on boys; but there was something different about that. As if they were made to be together, as if their bodies had known each other for a long time.

“come here” he said bending down to pick her up fron the ground, with his hands under her armpits. In the exact same moment in which he moved, he felt all the muscles in his back starting to ache due to the intense training. He let out a low growl. “don’t… i can—“ she tried to push him away, but he cut her off. “princess, i know you can but i’ve been pushing and pulling guys double your size… lifting you up won’t hurt me” he explained calmly, picking her up. She got surprised by his unexpected answer, but soon the surprise faded away. She simply giggled and linked her arms around his neck, letting him lift her up. In a swift movement he turned around and placed her on the table.

When she was sat, he rested his hands on her hips drawing light circles with his thumbs. “looks like know i have to return the favour” he whispered a few inches away from her lips. “that would be very nice if you, mister Beaufort” she smiled. James smiled wickedly before finally closing the distance between them with a slow passionate kiss. His hands immediately moved to the sides of her face, keeping her close to him as she tugged lightly at his hair. Her fingernails lightly scratching the back of his neck sent shock waves to his groin area, making his cock stir again. Abigail liked the way he kissed her, how fierce yet gentle he was; she loved how his big hands cupped her cheeks as if she was the most precious thing he had ever held. It made her feel desired and cherished. Probably that was a technique he had perfected during numerous sexual encounters, but she didn’t care. The way James kissed her made her stomach shake. Their tongues intertwined, caressing, licking, tasting eachother deeply. It was hot and it was sweet and it was perfect.

“lay down” he whispered finally breaking the kiss and pushing her gently down with a hand on her stomach. Abigail did what she was told and moved down until her back collided with the cold wooden surface, never leaving James’ eyes. The boy’s gaze filled with lust when he saw her under him, her black hair sprawled like a crown around her head, her mouth slightly open in anticipation, her legs spread and bent to better welcome him between them. Abigail really was and heavenly sight. He licked his lips slowly, trying not to look like a hungry beast staring into his prey. He slowly caressed the outline of her upper body until he reached the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up on her stomach discovering a pair of white lacy panties under her skin colored tights. “if i do something that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me… right?” he swallowed, shifting his gaze from her core to her eyes. “yes, yes but please…” she whined bucking her hips up. “please what, peincess?” he asked mischievously. “please touch me” “as you wish” he answered, starting to knead the soft flesh of her thighs between his hands. His actions made her groan loudly, opening her legs wider to give him easier access.

Suddenly he stopped moving his hands and stared into her eyes again, raising his eyebrows. “sorry” he muttered. “what!?” “i’ll buy you another pair” and as he spoke those words, Abigail heard the sound of the fabric being ripped from her. He had tore her tights apart, exposing her wet panties. “fuck” she breathed out, she didn’t know if she did it because she was pissed about her tights or if she was excited by his movements. However, she didn’t have the time to think about it because a moment later James pushed her soaked panties to the side exposing her pulsating cunt. He then dived towards her cunt and kissed it tenderly, sending shivers throughout Abigail's body. He kissed her mound, just above her sensitive clit. Then he moved to let a trail of kisses on her inner thigh, moving closer to her core he licked a stripe just a few inches away from her outer lip. He repeated the movements on the other side of her cunt, moving closer to where she wanted him, but not quite satisfying her.

“you like it?” he asked above her centre. “mh-m” she nodded, feeling her legs starting to shake. With a smile on his lips, James stuck his tongue out and touched her bud with the tip, swiping the droplets of her juices away. Again, he left a line of kisses just an inch away from her slit. Finally, after what felt like ages for her, he pushed his tongue inside her dripping pussy, eliciting another moan from Abigail. He tasted her honey, savoring every drop of her essence while she wrapped her legs around his head. Without realizing it, she dug her nails into his scalp and dragged them along his skull and neck. He licked and nibbled on her plump labia, slurping all the juices that oozed from her core. “fuck, James!” she moaned rolling her hips following the movement of his tongue. “oh i’m not an asshole now, am i?” he teased her, rubbing a hand on her dripping cunt. “no” she breathed out. “good girl” he praised her before diving again into her addicting pussy.

His fingers opened her swollen petals and soon two digits entered her tight hole. They probed deeper, stretching her cavern, until he found her g-spot. “ah” she gasped at the firts rush of pleasure. “again… do that again” she spurred him, and he doubled his efforts working with both his fingers and his mouth to bring her to the peak of her pleasure. He could hear her heavy breaths getting faster, telling him that she was close to cumming. That only made him work harder to make her climax. His plump lips wrapped around her sensitive bud were making her head spin. The room was filled with Abigail’s laboured breaths and James’ mouth sounds. The air around them was drenched in the scent of their pleasure that madr it thick and heavy. Abigail was about to come, she could feel her walls starting to clench around James’ thick long finger.

She just needed a few seconds more, but before she could let go they heard someone knocking at the door behind them. Abigail felt her heart sink into her chest, as James froze with his fingers buried inside her. “is there anyone in here?" asked a male voice on the other side. James got up so now he was facing Abigail, he put his palm on her mouth while keeping pounding his digits in and out of her. The girl opened her eyes wide, she couldn’t believe he would do this. He thrusyed indise her, while his thumb brushed against her clit. She tried to suppress her moans, or make him stop grabbing ahold of his wrist; but she couldn’t. She squirmed under him, while tha janitor was still outside the door. “dammit! it’s locked” the voice stated, moving the handle. “i’ll have to go grab the key” he then added, and they heard him going away. Both Abigail and James knew mr. Wilby would’ve come back in a matter of minutes, that meant they had to be fast. Abigail held her gaze on James and bit her bottom lip, silently asking him to keep fucking her. “you close?” he whispered in her ear, and she nodded still biting her bottom lip. “come on then, give it to me” he growled, placing both his hands on her pulsing centre. While he fucked her with his fingers, he played with her sensitive clit with his other hand. The double stimulation brought Abigail to her climax. She came arching her back, and moaning loudly inside James’ mouth. He had captured her lips in a messy kiss, swallowing the sounds she made. The sudden orgasm triggered by the fear and adrenaline pushed her over the edge. She came hard, gripping the boy’s biceps tightly in her fists and humping her hips wildly under James. He fingered her through her high, keeping his lips pressed to hers. That wasn’t a real kiss, more a way of keeping her silent. When finally her orgasm subsided she was panting and quivering pressed between the boy’s chest and the table behind her. “mh… fuck” she groaned when James withdrew his hands from her. “come, get up” he urged, extanding his still soaked hand towards her. Abigail took it without thinking twice and followed the boy out of the room.

He led her to one of the bathroom stall. As soon as they stepped inside, they boyh let out a sigh of relief. “by the way…” he breathed out looking down at her with an amazed gaze. “you weren’t the only one that had to come up with an excuse for the marks on your skin” he stated, and only in that moment, under the bright cold light of the bathroom Abigail seemed to notice the scratches she had left on James’ nape. “oh my god” she giggled. “what did you tell ‘em?” she asked then, curiously. “the truth” he shrugged. “i said that i kiss so good that the girl had to hold on sometimes strong not to faint in my arms” he smiled, looking at her through the mirror as he washed his hands. “you really are a vain asshole” she scolded him, reaching the women’s bathroom. “maybe, but you like this asshole” she heard him answer and shook her head smiling. He was right, she kinda liked him; but wasn’t ready to admit it. She closed the stall’s door behind her and tried to recompose herself.

When she exited the bathroom James was nowhere to be found. Abigail washed her hands while looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was perfect, no one could have guessed that a few minutes before she had had one of the most shocking orgasms of her life. Only that damned love mark stood out on her pale skin, but she didn’t despise it. She found it matched quite good with the color of her lipstick. Abigail left the bathroom and started walking towards the stairs at the end of the corridor when she heard someone calling. “miss Fortescue?” she turned around to be met with the round face of mr. Wilby. “do you know, by chance, who was in there?” he asked, pointing to the room her and James had just left. “mh… no, i don’t know… sorry mister Wilby” she lied, but the man seemed to believe her. “oh okay, it’s just… there’s a strange smell and i can’t understand where it comes from” it was the smell of sex, of hers and James’ body tangled togheter. “yeah, you’re right” she smiled nodding at him. “what have you got here, miss Fortescue?” the man probed further, now focused on the red spot on her neck. “oh, it’s just a mosquito bite” she answered briefly, covering it with her hand. “a mosquito bite, that makes sense” he repeated. “during this season they are pretty hungry” he affirmed, smiling. Abigail smiled back before leaving.

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if you’ve come this far, congratulations… you really are a brave person! i am thinking about making this one shot the first chapter of a longer series, what do you think? anyway, every comment and suggestion will be really appreciated, so will be requests or other scenarios in which i could set James and Abigail’s story.

thank youuuuuuu 😊