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“I fucking hate you,” A loud whimper unwillingly escaped her mouth as she continued to rock herself recklessly on top of him.
Fezco glanced up at her momentarily, a smirk playing on his lips at how debauched she looked. Her face was glowing with bliss, her eyes shining, and mouth wide open as if she couldn’t believe what she was feeling.
Her position switched suddenly and he watched with hooded eyes as she leaned back on her hands, palms grasping rigidly at his knees.
Rough pace continuing, her eyes fell shut as she rode him with abandon, the room filling with her gasps and moans, along with the sound of their bodies meeting.
He spread his legs slightly, wanting to wring as much pleasure as he could out of her. Grasping desperately at her hips, he stared at where they were joined, unable to tear his eyes away from how well she was taking him.
His hands roamed everywhere they could, gripping at her thighs, her calves, and trailing back up to her core, fingers finding their way between her soaked folds.
“Lex,” A strangled groan pulled its way out of him. Why did she have to feel so good? He was drenched in her, drowning in the feel of her cunt squeezing him so tightly, it was almost too much to bear.
She gasped loudly, arms flying up to wrap securely around his neck. Her palm attached itself to his mouth, her lips falling down to trail hotly across his ear, biting sharply at the tip. “Shut up.” Lexi hissed, nails scraping harshly down the span of his back.
This had been their little routine for about 2 weeks. She showed up at his house regularly, her mouth opening, ready to spew venom, and inform him for the tenth time what a piece of shit he was. She always backed down. Most of the time, he’d answer the door shirtless, or he’d be wearing a smug look on his face that made her surrender almost immediately.
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She should turn him in.
She should snitch, tell everyone the truth about him, make his life even more miserable than it already was.
All of these ideas sounded great in Lexi’s head but it’s not like she would actually go through with them. She just wanted him to hurt as much as she had, wanted to watch his life collapse and fall apart by her hands, just as hers had by his own.
He had almost taken the life of someone she cherished most, without a care in the world. Daily, he walked around, smiling and laughing, acting as if he wasn’t the cause of someone’s overdose.
Of course, the decision was all Rues. She’d bought the drugs and willingly put them into her system, that was all her choice. Still, Fezco knew how Rue was. He knew she was into heavy shit, and knew she was an addict. Even knowing all this, he’d still sold her the drugs and sent her on her way without another thought.
Rue and Lexi were extremely close before her OD. They’d hung out every second of every day, talking endlessly about meaningless shit and just enjoying each other’s company. After her accident, Rue had simply stopped talking to her. Days passed and not a single call, nor text. She ignored her in the hallway, ignored her in class, and stopped showing up on Fridays for their usual ice cream date.
Maybe Rue had just grown up, got tired of all the childish stuff they were doing. Lexi wasn’t ready to grow up. She lived for those moments with her best friend- her only friend, who’d been ripped from her hands in an instant, by some degenerate.
Lexi needed to do something, needed to say something. She wasn’t sleeping, wasn’t eating, and was barely going to school. She needed something to take her mind off everything, a coping mechanism if you will.
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This was literally the stupidest idea she’d ever come up with. Lexi’s hands tightened on the handlebars, little drops of sweat forming on her forehead as she looked ahead at the building. She’d considered backing down, but she was sick of being ten steps behind everyone else. She needed to do this.
Tugging her dress down with each step, she sauntered slowly to the entrance of Fezco’s store. Fuck, she was gonna make a fool out of herself.
Folding her hands behind her back, she slapped a bright, fake smile on her face and wandered into the shop.
He was sitting nonchalantly on the counter closest to the cooler, hands dangling slackly between his legs. Her shoes were soft on the floor, still, it almost instantly drew his gaze to her own.
Fez straightened quickly, his gaze lingering on her momentarily, scanning her appearance. Huffing through his nose, he watched as she stepped directly in front of him, hands fiddling behind her back.
“I-” She started, mouth closing briefly before quickly building up the courage to continue. “I wanna buy from you.” She stated firmly, nose crinkling slightly at the way he stifled a laugh.
“Aight then, what you want?” The snort he let out was an indication that he obviously didn’t take her seriously.
Lexi racked her brain, thinking back to moments when she went with Rue to visit him. “An eighth?” It came out more like a question, which only made her seem even more uneducated.
A pause.
“No.” He breathed out plainly, body slounching back into its previous position.
“No?”
“No.”
“Why not?” She pleaded childishly, arms falling to her side with a slap on her thighs. Was this some sort of joke? He most likely thought she was fucking with him, that she’d run off to the cops the minute she left the shop.
“You must be out of yo’ mind if you think imma let you get into that shit, after what happened with Rue? Nah, man.” He grumbled, his gaze leaving hers to leer at the cooler.
“Fuck you, Fezco, it’s just weed.” Her arms folded, eyebrows furrowing with anger. She shifted on her feet, rage slowly building. Was he really pretending to give a shit just so he didn’t have to sell to her?
“Just get outta here, Lexi.” He sighed out, hand coming up to rub irritably over his face.
“I knew I was right about you.”
“Yeah, and what’s that supposed to mean?” Calmly, he slithered off the counter and came to stand just inches away from her.
“You’re a repulsive, lowlife delinquent.” She blurted ruthlessly, reveling in the way his eyes flashed with hurt.
His eyebrows creased, face tensing as he ogled her, startled at the hard words. “You want it that bad, huh?” He questioned, taunting her while slowly moving closer to her, forcing her to walk backward.
Lexi gulped, her fingernails digging slightly into her arm as she backed up, her back suddenly hitting the cold cooler and making her gasp faintly. He hovered above her, his hands coming up to push her hips more firmly against the glass. Turning her cheek away from him, she blushed wildly, hiding her face from his own.
His breath was hot against her cheek, his hands firm and controlling against her hips, making her crumble almost completely. “Still got shit to say?” His expression was the same, taut and rigid, making her shiver.
Her eyes glazed over and her palms rose up to push firmly at his chest, effectively shoving him back from her. She gave him an intense stare, arms uncrossing as she made her way towards the exit, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds.
When she was finally gone, an annoyed sigh puffed from his mouth, his body sagging against the counter once more.
He knew it wouldn’t be the last he’d see of Lexi Howard.
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There was no way he was getting away with that little stunt he pulled at his store. Lexi straightened her skirt, trudging her way up the steps and stopping when she finally reached his door. She knocked firmly, hands nervously fidgeting with her hair, smoothing out the lumps and bumps.
When he answered, he was unfortunately (in her case) shirtless, a lone cigarette hanging languidly from his mouth. Nose wrinkling from the smell, she tried her best to keep her fierce expression, her body standing straight and confident.
“Lexi Howard,” He greeted pompously, a grin establishing itself on his face.
“Oh, don’t get too excited, I’m not here out of my own enjoyment.” She sneered, her eyes roaming over his appearance, silently judging him.
“Alright man, I get it, you can get your snotty ass off my porch if you wanna act like that.” He waved a hand dismissively at her, moving out of the way so he could shut the door.
She stopped him, her hand pushing firmly at the wood to keep it open. “I came to tell you that what you did last week was completely unacceptable, and inappropriate.”
“And what did I do, Lexi?” He inquired, two of his fingers coming up to pull the shrunken smoke out of his mouth, stubbing it out and steadily inching forward.
“You like- grabbed my sides.” She mumbled, eyes dipping low to focus on the ground, sounding stupid even to her own ears.
“You tellin’ me you came here, just to tell me that?” He complained, once again invading her personal space, the heat of him practically radiating off of him and onto her.
Her eyes fluttered, stance wobbling at the action and his potent stare. “No.” She replied plainly, mimicking his words from the week before.
She met him somewhere in the middle, her tongue plunging desperately into his mouth, seeking the taste of him. He tasted of smoke, sharp and sweet. Red nails scraped roughly against his neck, drawing matching little lines through the flesh. He winced at the feeling, moaning into her mouth as he gripped almost angrily at her hips. Picking her up in one swift movement, he groaned contently at the way her legs automatically wrapped themselves around, thighs squeezing and flexing against him.
He shut the door with a loud bang, causing her hair to swoosh from the breeze. Basically slamming her into the wall next to the door, his mouth reluctantly left her own to dive into her neck. He tasted the skin there, tongue kissing up the way to her ear, his hand slipping effortlessly between her legs.
Mewling against him, her grip softened on his neck as her mouth opened into a small ‘o’.
“You like that, Howard?” He tormented, fingers rubbing firmly over the damp silk. His other hand drifted along the hem of her sweater, flinging it off fully when she raised her arms up. Fingers immediately found the clasp of her plain bra, undoing it with ease, a proud smile forming on his face when it fell to the floor with a thud.
Lexi’s entire body was tingling, his rough, coarse hands planting little fires across her skin. She couldn’t even think of the consequences, about what would happen if she went through with this. The only thing on her mind was her pleasure, making herself feel good. She didn’t really give a shit if it was with him or not.
Turning her head, she caught his mouth with her own and kissed him roughly, squirming in his arms and rubbing herself against the front of her jeans, the friction making her mind go numb.
“This gon’ make you feel better?” His question was mumbled due to his mouth being buried in her neck, his teeth nibbling at the pearly skin there.
She nodded against him, hitching her leg higher and pulling his head closer to her neck. She whimpered loudly when he trailed down to capture one of her nipples, sucking obscenely.
He pitched her hips closer, pulling, so her wet cunt was pressed right against him, his hard length crushing into her. She gasped noisily, her forehead falling to lean against his shoulder, teeth digging into the skin.
Lexi had never felt more alive before, more satisfied, and hornier. She’d only had sex once before, just wanting to get it over with. Of course, she’d regretted it, almost immediately wishing she hadn’t done it. It was a quick, five-minute session with zero foreplay.
Pulling back, she grasped the sides of his neck, forcing him to look at her. They were both panting, staring at each other for a long moment before she spoke up.
“This is never gonna happen again.” She voiced firmly, thumb dragging along the damp skin of his lower lip. He nodded once, seemingly understanding, before seizing her lips with his again.
Her breathing quickened the harder he ground against her, palms grasping at her ass, massaging and kneading.
He watched as her back arched, her breasts lifting up even closer to his mouth, tempting him. Her eyes closed as she continued to let out desperate moans and whines.
“You gonna come? Just like this, baby?”
Biting her lip, she let another low squeak fall out, his grinding movements continuing fiercely. “You’re-“ She puffed loudly when he rubbed against her just right, his tongue licking every inch of her neck, nibbling at the lobe of her ear. “-a jerk,” she resumed, hand grasping at his shaved head, desperate for something to hold onto.
Snorting into her neck, he looked up slightly, only to place wet, hot kisses across her jaw. “That the best you got?” Fezco taunted, nipping at her bottom lip.
She gripped onto the waistline of his jeans, trying hopelessly to get him to slow his rhythm, unwilling to let him know how good it felt by having an orgasm.
He continued to thrust against the same spot over and over, his grin widening at her shuddering gasp.
She swore, her orgasm reluctantly washing over her as her back bowed. Her breathing was rapid, her lips searching for his to meet in a messy kiss. Shivering, she watched as his hand roamed boldly under the waistband of her panties, fingers stroking heedlessly, her slick quickly drenching him.
He smirked at her whimper, planting a soft kiss on her nose. She swiftly tossed her head back, trying to get away from the affectionate action.
His fingers pulled free, the wet digits wiping across her thigh. With heavy eyes, her hands reached his pants, quickly undoing the belt and button. His tongue stroked against her own, the kiss deepening as she pulled his jeans open.
Nimble fingers stroked his erection through his boxers, squeezing the head through the fabric. He jerked heavily into her palm, her nipple once again finding its way into his greedy mouth.
Lexi smacked his shoulder roughly, causing his mouth to pull away from her, the image of her wet nipple falling from his grasp making her moan quietly. She released herself from his hold, standing on wobbly legs and dragging him over to the couch.
She pushed at him, forcing him to fall back against the cushions. Straddling him right away, she attached her lips to his chest, kissing her way across a sea of freckles.
Finally, she reached behind her, grasping at his length and removing him from his boxers. She stroked him, looking over her shoulder to admire the way his flushed skin looked against her hand. Shuffling back, she hovered, pulling her panties to the side and starting to lower herself onto him. Before she could, he stopped her with a hand against her hip.
“Condom, baby.”
“No, wanna feel you.”
“You on birth control?”
“No, I’ll just get a plan b.” She whimpered desperately, sinking herself onto him, her eyelids fluttering at the stretching feeling. She collapsed on top of his chest, hands grasping at the couch pillows beside his head.
“Fucking hate you,” She huffed, bucking herself against him, a cry pulling from her throat at the way he thrust up. Her head lolled back, sharp pants falling out as she continued to ride him, mouth slightly agape, red lips standing out scandalously against her pale skin.
“You hate me, Lex?” He sat up, pulling her hips even closer to his, his rough thrusts resuming. She slammed herself against him, nodding against his neck.
“Oh - oh fuck.” She breathed between gasps, trembling when his hand moved to tease her clit. Not wanting to moan out his name and give him the satisfaction of pleasing her, she kissed him, her orgasm muffled by the action.
She clenched tightly around his length, legs quivering and shaking around his own. His hand pulled her hair into a makeshift ponytail, pressing soft kisses into her skin.
He only briefly slowed his movements, wanting to give her a chance to come down before he took his own pleasure. He gripped roughly at her breasts, tweaking her sweet pink nipples between her fingers, his thrusts regaining speed.
She collapsed against him, her breath hot against the sweaty skin of his back, arms holding onto him motionlessly.
Her overstimulated cunt twitched around him, her arousal dripping from her and down his cock, lewdly trailing down his thighs and onto the couch. He moaned into her hair, finding his release suddenly, and biting at her shoulder, hoping he left a mark.
They paused, giving themselves a moment to catch their breath. He softened inside of her, drowning in the wanton moan she released when his cum began to spill out. Pushing her sweaty hair out of her face, she swayed lazily on him, a dazed gleam appearing in her eyes.
He awkwardly slipped out of her, bending over to grab his discarded shirt. He used the fabric to wipe up the cum, grunting in surprise when she slipped off him to pull her panties up and straighten her skirt out.
Fez watched with sad eyes as she stood up and clasped her bra back together, quickly tossing on her sweater.
“I don’t want to see you again.” She spoke emotionlessly, fixing her hair in the hallway mirror, her thumb dragging across the edge of her lips to perfect her lipstick.
He nodded silently, slumping against the couch when she pulled the door open, slipping out without another word.
He was absolutely fucked. He couldn’t help but hope and pray that the words she spoke about not wanting to see him again were a lie. No matter how much he liked her, she loathed him, probably fantasized about his death more than once.
Still, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from Lexi Howard.