Page 56 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2
I told my parents what happened, and they said they’re handling it. They were distraught to think something like that could happen to their little girl and didn’t see how it connected with Jonas at all. Sure, there isn’t anything linking them and without an official investigation or any reports to the police on what Jonas is doing, it’s easy to write them off as not connected.
However, nothing has come of it aside from them making sure they’ve upped my security. Mr. Tucker has had me meet with his lawyers on multiple occasions and they’ve warned me to keep my mouth shut about the incident.
It’s all freaking me out. I feel like something else is going on that I’m not aware of. I don’t want to be at home, and I don’t want to be at school.
I’m trying to tell myself that my parents have it under control, but I really don’t think they do, and that scares the shit out of me. How can I trust anyone if I can’t trust them? They saw the cuts and bruises, the police reports. They have to know that I wouldn’t make this shit up to implicate Jonas.
Why do they continue to choose him over me? It makes no fucking sense at all.
Chandler is working with Mr. Tucker, who has been a saving grace in all this, making sure I’m safe. I didn’t see Mr. Tucker’s involvement in this coming at all. I’m not complaining either, though Riggs is still a little iffy. Especially after the other day when there was a title to the car he is borrowing in the mail, in his name, and a check to buy a new bike if he wanted to. I thought for sure Riggs was going to rip it all up, but with everything going on, he too is questioning shit.
Mr. Tucker avoids answering his questions, but it is obvious there is something more that he’s not saying. I think that is what Riggs is holding out for. Perhaps he’s biding his time until this Jonas nonsense blows over because he knows we need Mr. Tucker’s help.
For that, I will be eternally grateful. The good thing out of all this is we spoke to the Dean and with the pictures we took at the hospital, they looked into the situation. The school expelled Layla and Aaron, thanks to security cameras posted on the corners of the buildings. It’s up to me if I want to press charges otherwise. I wish we could’ve tied Jonas to it somehow. I know better than to mention his name and link him with it until he does something directly.
Needless to say, I’m watching my back more than ever now.
“I want to fuck you so badly right now, I can barely stand it,” Riggs whispers in my ear. We’re in the pool at a party Jensen is throwing for no real reason other than to lighten tension and give us something else to think about. It’s been one hell of a party, I have to admit. I could do with a little more security, but so far, everything has been fine. Jensen’s house is absolutely massive, so even with most of the student body here, I haven’t had to deal with many. “This bikini…” Riggs runs his hands up my sides, gliding his thumbs under my breasts and grabbing my full attention now. He knows where my mind has been and I’m thankful for the distraction. In fact, we’ve fucked a lot lately in the name of distraction.
“What about it?” I exhale a moan as he slips his thumbs under the hem of my bikini and toys with my nipples, sending a lightning sensation straight to my pussy. He knows how to make me throb in a matter of seconds, usually with one look of those icy eyes.
“Well, it’s barely there, for one.” Riggs gives that statement with a bit of a sneer, and I fight back a snicker. I wondered if he would say anything about how small it is. I half expected him to ask me to cover up, but he never did. “And it has been teasing me all night. Did you pick it out just for me?”
“How did you know?”
“Well, I’m learning your hints. The skimpier the outfit, the more it’s meant for me and the more you want me to rip it off of you. Though, in public is a new hint. Usually, we are tucked away in the apartment. I fucking love that you wear shit for me.” He leans closer, growling into my ear. “And also, the jester on the ass might be a big clue.”
“Do you like it?” I lick my lips, giving him a sexy smirk.
“I fucking love it, although I am jealous that he has been on your ass all day and not me.”
“We can change that.” My words are quiet, but no less taunting, as I nibble the tip of his finger. He watches me intensely, then his eyes fall shut and his head drops back when I grab a handful of his dick and give it a little squeeze.
“Outlaw…” he rasps. I waste no time opening the tie on his swim trunks and pulling him out, then I move my bikini bottom to the side, lift myself up, and sink down on his cock. He hisses a breath between his teeth, his eyes springing open to watch my face. For a second I think he is going to throw me off when his eyes darken, but he moves inside of me, slamming me down on him so hard I have to bite my lip to be quiet.
The sudden stretch is glorious, making me whimper. I toss my head back and he leans in, clutching me tighter to him and pressing his forehead to my cleavage. We stay like that for a few seconds, both catching our breath from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. When the tension has eased slightly, we start moving, not caring that there are still a few party goers mingling in the backyard.
The noises we make are hushed and muffled and despite the chaotic feelings inside, our movements are precise, pointed, barely moving the surface of the water. The only way people will know is if they look hard enough.
The night sky is nearly pitch black. Between the bright lights of the surrounding town and the lighting system the Tuckers have, the stars remain unseen. The partiers won’t be able to see what we are doing. Plus, they’re drunk. Jensen serves top shelf shit at his parties so the booze goes down easily and stumbling begins after a short half hour. We’ve been here for hours and any stragglers are flat out sloshed.
Not that we care anyway, apparently. Riggs can be fairly jealous at times, but he has no problem fucking me where someone might see us. In fact, I think it is his new kink. The thrill makes the orgasms he gives me out-of-this-world.
I cling to him, wrapping my legs tightly around him in search of the friction I want against my clit. He snakes his hand in between us and does just that for me as he kisses the moan away that falls from my lips with the extra contact. Just when I’m about to explode, he stops everything and starts at a languorous pace, drawing himself out, waiting, then pushing in as my almost orgasm pulses around his cock.
Unadulterated torture… Of the best kind, but I’m still pissed with him. It’s probably payback for jumping right on him when normally he gets me off at least once before we screw. The guy likes foreplay and I am not complaining. Until today, when my plan has backfired and he won’t let me come.
I grunt out my frustration. What the fuck? Was this not supposed to be a quickie in the pool?
“Riggs…” His chuckle is dark, wholly amused and infuriating. The need to orgasm is so strong I’m panting, my fingers tingling, my toes locking in a curled position. I’m teetering on the edge of a prolonged orgasm that won’t happen and Riggs is having the time of his life watching my expression go from hatred to worse. “Riggs… Why are you doing this to me? This is so unfair.”
The fucker laughs while he continues at this ridiculous pace, burying his face in my neck. “Unfair? Unfair is teasing me with this bikini all day. That’s unfair. You want to come on my dick after five minutes of riding it, dirty girl? I’ve wanted to come all day looking at you.”
Other than the fact that he slams himself home and my back rubs angrily against the concrete, I can’t argue with that point. I have teased him all damn day, and he didn’t say a word about it. He pulls out all the way once again until I can feel the shape of his tip coaxing my pussy. Then he drives in and I gasp at the strength with which he hits my cervix. Blissful pain that I want more of.
“You like that, you naughty thing? When it’s rough? When I hurt you just a little?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to pant like a whore at the way he talks. I’ve known Riggs to have a little bit of a darker side in bed, but he’s never done this. I love it. “Yes, but I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t let me come.”