Page 30 of Satan's Spawn
Regardless, I guess he’s lacking, because the guy doesn’t even react to the sound, and I’m sure if he knew I was here watching him, he’d have something to say about it.
I continue spying from behind the tree, Potato in my arms again, and I can’t help but feel like I’m intruding on something private. There’s a sadness to his face that doesn’t come from ordinary moments.
What would make a guy like him sad?
I start to feel guilty, which I shouldn’t, because he didn’t have an ounce of compassion when he almost knocked me on my ass by the bathrooms. Empathy isn’t subjective for me, though, so I can’t help who I feel it for.
Guilt isn’t enough to make me look away, though.
Especially as Crayton reaches a hand behind his back, removing his hoodie and leaving him in nothing but a black T-shirt. His muscular arms are in plain view, with etchings of more tattoos scattered around them.
I’ve never thought tattoos were attractive, but on Crayton? There’s not much that isn’t attractive.
Sans the weird black goat.
I want to get a closer look, but the dark sky and this tree is all I have in my favor if I want to stay hidden. So I stay here, watching this cruel beautiful boy sit with his back to me on a patch of grass, looking as though the weight of the world is hanging on his shoulders, and suddenly, I become determined to find out why.
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“Oh,yes Eduardo, just like that! You’re fucking me so good.”
“Oh this pussy is so tight Mandy, so fucking tight.”
“Ohhhh, yes, more, you look so hot with your cock inside this pussy.”
I stareat the screen on my phone, the sound of Eduardo and Mandy’s bodies slapping along with the vibration from my bullet filling the darkened bedroom.
Eduardo plunges in and out of Mandy, fucking her within an inch of her life as I watch on, in hopes for some type of release. I hold the small vibrator in place, my legs bent and parted, and when that doesn’t work, I wiggle it a bit, hoping for once I can manage to see what all the hype is about with a big O.
Damn you, Mandy. You make it look so easy.
She screams through her orgasm, and I watch as the blonde porn star Mandy Candy, who I’ve gotten to know very well, practically explodes from exaggerated pleasure on the green couch her mailman decided to fuck her on.
At least one of us got off.
With a disgruntled huff, I toss the bullet and reach into my bag of “goodies” for my rabbit.
By “goodies” I mean all the different sex toys I’ve purchased on a secret Amazon account in my journey toclimax-hood.
The rabbit has never done the trick either, nor the dildo’s, or even the damn butt plug I reluctantly tried after reading an article on how they can bring on the good stuff.
Never once have I prevailed.
But seeing Crayton tonight has stirred something desperate inside me. Along with the reminder of what awaits me when I move into the dorms tomorrow. My nerves are so on edge, and I wish for once my body would allow me to feel the effects of an orgasm. I’ve heard from so many people that it helps relax a person.
And Ineedto relax.
Starting Riverside Prep, as amazing of an opportunity it is, it’s also utterly terrifying. Creepy black goat with horns, kind of terrifying.
I can still feel Crayton’s fiery gaze on me.
As if it was my fault I had to pee and he got caught mid walk of shame out of the bathroom.
His eyes, though. They’re sticking with me like a lingering chill.
His blue is a couple shades darker than mine, and lacking the greenish hue, but they’re still pretty nonetheless.
It makes me wonder how much more attractive he would be if he wasn’t so scary.
