Existence 03 - Ceaseless

slid up and covered my boobs squeezing them then tugging on my top until it was low enough that he could feel the exposed skin of my cleavage.
    “Sweet God almighty, real ones feel so damn good,” he murmured.
    I couldn’t take a deep breath. Preston’s hands were touching me. I wanted him to touch all of them. Reaching up, I undid the buttons on my shirt and let it fall open. I found the front clasp of my bra and quickly unfastened it before I could back out. We were in the middle of a very dark parking lot and I was being a complete slut.
    “Damn baby. Get your ass in my Jeep.” Preston growled as he pushed me forward a few more steps then turned me left by directing my hips. His Jeep appeared in front of us. I was pretty sure we couldn’t do this in a Jeep.
    “Can we, uh, do this in here?” I asked as he turned me around to face him. Even in the dark his light hair stood out. His eyelids were lowered and those long lashes of his almost brushed his cheeks.
    “Do what baby? What is it you wanna do? ‘Cause showing me these pretty titties has me going a little crazy.” He pressed me back up against his jeep as he lowered his head and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard before flicking it with his tongue.
    No one had ever kissed my boobs. The immediate explosion that went off in my panties as I cried his name hadn’t been on purpose. My head was pressed back on the Jeep window and my knees had completely given out. Preston’s hands holding firmly to my waist had kept me from ending up a heap on the gravel.
    “ Mother fucker ,” Preston growled and I started to apologize when his hands cupped my butt and he picked me up. I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist afraid he would drop me.
    “Where are we going?” I asked as he stalked deeper into the parking lot. Had I made him mad?
    “I’m getting your sexy ass back here so I can strip off your clothes and burry my dick into that tight little pussy. You can’t go do shit like that Manda and expect a guy to control himself. It don’t’ fucking work that way baby girl.”
    He was going to “fuck” me. Finally. Not exactly what I wanted him to refer to it as when we finally did it but Preston wasn’t one for roses and candlelight. He was all about the pleasure. I knew that already.
    Preston reached out and opened a door behind me. We stepped into a dark and slightly chilly room.
    “Where are we?” I asked as he sat me down on a box.
    “Outside storage unit. It’s okay I’ve used it before.”
    He’d used it before? Oh.

Existence
    By Abbi Glines

    Chapter One

    Don’t look at him and he’ll go away . I chanted in my head, as I walked toward my locker. It took an extreme amount of willpower not to glance back over my shoulder. Not only would alerting him I could see him be pointless but it would also be stupid. The halls were already full of students. Although, if he’d followed me inside the school I would have seen him easily enough through the throngs of people. He would stand out just like they always did, unmoving and watching.
    “GAH! Have you seen Leif? I mean honestly can he get any hotter? Oh, yes he can.” Miranda Wouters , my best friend since elementary school, squealed as she grabbed my arm.
    “No, I haven’t seen him. Football camp must’ve agreed w ith him,” I replied, forcing a smile. I couldn’t care less how hot Leif Montgomery looked. Miranda rolled her eyes and opened the locker beside mine.
    “Honestly, Pagan, I don’t get how you can be so immune to such intense hotness.”
    I managed a genuine laugh and slipped my bag over my shoulder. “Hotness? You didn’t just say hotness.”
    Miranda shrugged, “I’m not an endless well of descriptive words, like you are.”
    I chanced a peek over my shoulder. The halls were full of normal people, living people. They were talking, laughing, and reading over their schedules. It was all very real. I let out a sigh of relief. This was the first day of my senior year. I wanted to enjoy it.
    “So, what class do you have first?” I asked, relaxing for the first time since I’d spotted the dead guy lounging outside on the picnic table staring directly at me.
    “I have Algebra II, blah! I so enjoyed Geometry last year. I hated Algebra my freshman year and I can already feel the negative vibes coming from my textbook.” Miranda’s dramatic flair for life never failed to make me smile.
    “I’ve got English Lit.”
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