Within the gated community of Crescent Point, sex and betrayal comes as naturally as breathing. Those who live within its walls have no worries to call their own and move along life in blissful play but when a new face appears in town, everything they know will be turned upside down and lives will be altered in ways none of them ever imagined...
Drake Kipson stood, leaning against the wall, his eyes on the two figures that slept soundly underneath the deep green comforter that covered the full sized bed that, for the past two years, he had brought more than his share of lovers. Tonight, it had been an experimental couple he had met at a pub a block away from The Kennison School for Boys, a strict, no-fun-allowed boarding school his father had sent him to after the first three had expelled him for daring to be a true Kipson. Dear Father, did you truly believe that any of these over-priced five-star “prisons” would mold me into what you demanded I be? He chuckled softly at the thought. I am like you in certain ways; I am a force of nature. I see what I want and I take it. And, at the same time, I am so much more than you. I am the future of our family, the promise of our continued wealth and dominance. And while you may yell and raise a hand to me, I know how to destroy you. And for that, you fear me. He pushed away from the wall and stepped silently across the room, until his knees pressed against the thick mattress. And you are finally bringing me home. Oh, this will be fun.
He grabbed a fistful of the comforter and ripped it back, exposing the two naked bodies to the early morning’s light. Lying on her back was a young, petite girl of no more than twenty, her long blond hair spread out behind her like a halo. He let his eyes travel down the length of her body, still covered and sweat, and other things, after the night of drunken debauchery. Beside her, an attractive boy, who Drake guessed to be about eighteen, with short dark hair, a flat stomach and an ass Drake could play with for hours. And he had. Not a bad way to spend my last night in merry ol’ England, he mused, sliding his hands up the girl’s inner thigh, stopping his fingers just before the wet lips that he had toyed with only hours before. He looked over at the boy now and saw his ample manhood was waking before the rest of him. Well, I do need to wake them before I leave… And that is quite the wondrous way to be roused from sleep. Drake leaned across the girl’s legs and pressed his lips to the tip of the boy’s hard flesh as he teased the girl’s lips with his fingers.
Opening his mouth, he took the boy’s cock into his mouth as he slid a finger inside the girl’s moist opening. The boy’s cock was big, almost too big for Drake’s experienced mouth. As he slid his lips up and down the shaft, his free hand gripped the base and twisted with every movement of his neck while his finger moved in, out, in, out of the girl, forcing gasps up and out of her throat. The girl bucked when he slid in another finger; her back arched. The boy twitched, ramming his cock deeper down Drake’s throat.
Drake could feel his own body, waking up and crying out for release. He pulled his hand away from the boy’s shaft and grabbed his own hardness and stroked the length of it with a tight grip. I might just miss this part of my education; there are so many adventurous souls around here. The girl moans grew as she gripped the sheet beneath her. I have put so much work into my life now, building my- The boy bucked as his eyes flew open. He dropped his elbows beneath his torso and propped himself up; he flashed a half smile at Drake as he grabbed his hair and pulled him up his body.
“You’re bloody brilliant with that pretty mouth o’ yours.” He slurred his words; Drake figured he was still drunk from the pub. “God, I wanna fuck you.”
“If you behave,” Drake whispered, his lips a breath away from the boy’s. “But first…” He crawled back down the boy’s body and looked at the girl, her eyes open now, her pussy wet and ready. “Ladies first.” He slid his body between her thighs, his ready cock pressed against her.
She grabbed his hair and pulled him down for a kiss as he slid inside her; her body bucked and rose of the bed, writing beneath his as he slid out, them slammed deep. The boy laid on his side, stroking himself with one hand as the other squeezed her breasts, pinched her hard nipples. She moaned, grabbed the boy and pressed his lips to Drake’s. Still inside the girl, Drake pressed into the kiss, exploring the boy’s mouth with his eager tongue while his hand grasped the boy’s cock, and stroked it in time with his own.
“Oh, God,” the boy breathed, as his body jerked and his eyes rolled.
Drake pulled away his sticky, wet hand and licked the palm the slid his fingers into the girl’s mouth. The boy kissed Drake’s neck and slid a hand down his back. Drake sped up, thrusting harder and deeper into the girl, forcing from her deep, animalistic sounds.
“Oh, oh, oh…” She bit her bottom lip, barely repressing the scream of orgasm that ripped out of her.
The boy grabbed Drake, through him on his back, and swallowed his cock. Drake grabbed handfuls of the boy’s hair, jerking his head up and down his long shaft. The girl pulled herself up, kissed Drake, raising his pulse. He pulled her onto him so she straddles his face and slid his tongue between her wet lower lips. She cried out, grinding, riding the coarse tongue.
The boy raised his head and moved up his body, kissing his stomach as he lifted his thighs. With a hard drop, he took Drake’s hardness inside him. The boy grabbed the girl, twisted her to him, and kissed her, as both rode Drake’s body.
Oh, so many things I will miss when I leave here…
- - - -
Elijah Conner stretched lazily as he wiggled underneath the bed covers and craned his neck to see the dim green digital readout of the buzzing alarm clock. Seeing the time, he moaned audibly and pushed himself away from the soft pillow. “Who the fuck decided school needs to start at seven fucking thirty?” He slid his feet off the side of the bed and pulled himself to the edge. The hardwood floor was cold against his bare feet as he slid them around, searching for his slippers. Finally finding them, he slipped them on and pushed himself off the water-bed. He staggered for a moment before his lower limbs remembered how to keep balance. Okay, mental note: no more all-nighters. No matter how hot the ass may be. A slight smile formed on his face as he remembered what had kept him up all night. He craned his neck to look at the naked body that still slept soundly under the mess of covers. Of course, every rule has an exception.
He shuffled over to his closet and threw open the double sliding doors. He pulled out a pair of fitted low-rise boot-cut jeans and an athletic cut deep red t-shirt. He held them against his slim body and looked into the full-length mirror that hung behind the clothes. Yea, this works, he mused silently, as he threw the clothes on top of the sleeping boy.
He looked back at the mirror, at his naked form. His hair was a light brown laced with natural red highlights. His lips were full; just thick enough to be perfectly kissable and his eyes were a sparkling sapphire blue. His skin was smooth, with just a hint of sun-kissed bronzing. He ran his hands down the flat stomach, stopping just above where he had shaved only days earlier and frowned at the sight of dark stubble. Hell. He slid his fingers along the rough hairs as he stepped away from his reflection, grabbing his robe with his free hand. His phone rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. He answers it hastily, voice still filled with sleep.
“Hello?” He fought a yawn as he answered.
“Shit, Eli. Did I wake you?” It was a girl’s voice.
“No, no. I’m up. Technically. What’s up, Sam?” He sat down on the bed, draping his robe across his lap. The boy beside him stirred and opened his eyes slowly. Elijah smiled at him and mouthed morning.
“Drake’s comin’ home this weekend.” He could hear the wide smile in Samantha’s voice.
“Really? School year over already? So not fair; we still got a month.” His voice came out monotone; he was still too not-awake for any kind of emotion other than lust and a strange stirring in his stomach. He had not seen Drake in more than four years. Back then, Drake had been a trouble maker whose parents had finally tired of the antics once a night out came too close to a felony for the Kipson family. A week after the cops had brought him home he was shipped off to the first of many boarding schools. He never lasted long at any single one.
They had kept in touch at first, but by Drake’s seventh school in less than two years Elijah had lost track of him. Samantha still received updates but they had been coming less and less often. For the first time in two years Elijah actually missed his friend.
“Just for him. He got his ass kicked out of another one. Daddy finally said fuck it and brought him home.” She could not keep the joy out of her voice.
“He was bound to run out of boarding schools eventually.” Elijah smiled weakly. “What he do this time?’
Elijah chuckled. “Damn.”
“Daddy used a bit more profanity when he heard. Anyway, I figured you’d wanna know, considering… well, I’m sure you remember.”
“And I’m throwin’ him a welcome home thing. Saturday. You’ll be there, right?”
“Cool. Yea, I’ll be there.” He felt a hand slide up and down his back, sending goosebumps along his flesh. “Lemme let you go; I still gotta get ready. Kinda sittin’ here naked and whatnot.”
“You know me too well. See you at school.”
“Tell Carter I said hi.”
Elijah turned back and looked at the smiling boy with jade green eyes behind him. Carter Kurtz was his best friend and current boyfriend. He dirty blond hair, short and curly, was messy in that first thing in the morning bed-head way, though most days it was his after shower look, too. His skin was deeply tanned and firm across his developing chest and six-pack. Elijah’s eyes traveled lower, following that smooth skin down to the patch of slightly darker hair between Carter’s hips.
“Yea, will do,” he said as he hung up and dropped the phone on top of the pile of clothes before flinging his robe away and crawling on top of Carter. He kissed across Carter’s chest, stopping to drag his teeth along his nipple. Carter shuttered, grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up to kiss him.
Elijah pulled away and sat straddling Carter’s hips; he could feel Carter’s firmness pressed against his ass. “No time, babe. Gotta get clean for school.” He slid his ass along Carter’s shaft and flashed a naughty smile at his pained expression.
“Only to you.” He kissed him before sliding off of him and reaching for his robe. He pulled it on as he reached for the doorknob. “Course,” he said, without turning around, “the shower does have room for two…”
- - - -
Elijah, showered and dressed, walked into the kitchen where his sister, Harley, was already sitting at the table, a plate of fresh made pancakes in front of her. Her shoulder length light brown hair was pulled back in a loose braid, showing off the small hoop earrings that went all the way up her ears. Her eyes were the same striking blue as his, though the skin that surrounded them was far more tanned. She looked tired and angry.
She looked up at him and frowned slightly. “Thank you so much for keeping me awake all night with your ‘harder baby harder’ bullshit. I get it, you an’ your boy-toy like a rough time. The rest of us like sleep-time, inconsiderate prick.”
“You’re jus’ jealous.”
“Fuck off. Anyway, your runnin’ late again. Better get Car.”
“What do you mean? I’m not late yet.” He flashed a crooked smile.
Harley rolled her eyes. “We’ll see.”
“Anyways, you hear? Drake’s back.”
Harley raised a perfect brow. “Really?”
“Yea. Sam called me. He’ll be here Saturday. She’s throwin’ a party.”
“Should be fun, least for you.” She shoved the last bite of pancake into her mouth as she stood and grabbed the plate off the table. As she placed it in the sink, her phone vibrated. “Check that?”
“Yea,” Elijah said, looking down at the glowing screen. “It’s Jay; he’s here. And what’d you mean, ‘for me’?”
She grabbed her bag and phone and walked towards the door. “You and Drake. I remember that summer. It was another ‘no sleep for me’ time.”
“That was just a good time. We were bored. And, like, thirteen.”
“Yet you fucked like porn stars.”
“What’s your point?”
“Bother tellin’ Car yet?”
“No, I , uh…” Elijah dropped his gaze.
“Don’t mean nothing.”
“Eli… it means everything. Do the right thing and tell him you’re leaving him for your ex.”
“Never said I was.”
“Never said you weren’t, either.”
Elijah watched her walk out and kept silent. As much as he wanted to argue, he knew that his sister may have been right. Why didn’t I tell him? Drake was fun and a good friend but… Carter… Oh, shit. The idea of hurting Carter pained him, so why could he see the truth in Harley’s words?
Carter walked into the kitchen, hair still wet and jeans unbuttoned. He looked at Elijah and smiled as he wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him.
“What’s the matter, babe?” His voice was soothing, soft.
Elijah shook his head. “Nothin’ Car. I’m good. Hey, we should probably get going. School and all.”
Harley stepped out to find Jason Darwood on the front porch. He wore his usual baggy blue jeans and a white a-shirt as he stood there smoking his Marlboro Red. She grabbed a handful of his short blond hair and pulled in close for a hard, hot kiss. He dropped his cigarette and slipped his arms around her low, grabbing her ass and lifting her off the porch.
“Naughty boy,” Harley whispered between kisses.
“That’s the point,” he said, pressing his hardness against her.
Harley pulled away and looked down. Licking her lips, she gave him a squeeze. “Tempting…” She grabbed him by a belt loop and led him over to his idling Jeep. She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat and looked up at him with lust in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her again, probing her mouth with his eager tongue.
Hayley grabbed the front of his jeans, pulled down the zipper and slid her hand inside. Her fingers squeezing his hard flesh brought a gasp from him. His body bucked as she slid her hand along his shaft. She pulled her face from his and watched as his eyes began to roll back, his lips tremor.
Hayley ripped her hand out of his jeans moments before he could cum. Jason shot her a confused look. She just shrugged and smiled.
“That is fucked up,” he said dryly, zipping up his jeans. “Just fucked up.”
- - - -
Samantha Kipson, her blond-streaked chestnut brown hair falling loosely around her pale and unblemished face, stepped out of the backseat of her family’s Lincoln Towncar. In one smooth movement she was standing beside the door, her Armani pleaded mini skirt smoothed around her slender thighs. She pulled her waist-length leather jacket tight around her as he walked across the parking lot, her Manolo Blahnik heels clacking loudly on the asphalt. Her blue eyes sparkled as she walked by a group of freshman boys and gave a half-smile at their attempts to win her attention. While she would never go for someone so… unexperienced she did enjoy the attention she recieved from most of the male population of Edward F. Hollingsworth Preparatory School.
She was also dating Henry Collingsworth, son of billionaire Harold Collingsworth IV. Though she had had many boyfriends before him, he was the first one from a family affluent enough to win her parents’ approval. She was surprised her parents even noticed who she brought home, considering they spent less than a month a year at there. Since her brother was born, she and Drake had been under the watchful eyes of the best au pairs her parents’ money could buy up until her last birthday when she finally turned eighteen and the last nanny was fired. Least with Drake home, I’ll have someone home with me. It’ll be nice to be not so alone…
Samantha stopped and spun round on her heel. Running towards her was Dani, her red hair bouncing wildly with each step she took. Dani skidded to a stop inches before slamming head first onto into her. Panting, she bent over, her hands pressed to her sides.
“Hey, girl. What’s with the hundred meter dash?”
“I… I… saw…” She struggled to force the words out between hard breathes. “Henry with… Ashlee…”
Samantha’s eyes went cold, as though a film of black covered the bright blue. “What? That fuckin’ skank? Where?” There was a seething anger in her voice, though she kept it low enough that only her friend could hear.
“Down by the football field,” Dani said, able to breath normally again. “I’m sorry Sam.”
“No, Dani. They’ll be sorry.” She spun back around and continued toward the school entrance.
“Ain’t you gonna go down there,” Dani asked, walking beside her. “I’d be beatin’ the shit outta both of ‘em.”
“I won’t waste the broken nail on those two.”
“So what’re ya gon’ do?”
Samantha only smiled as she pulled open the door and stepped inside. Dani stopped and look back toward the football field. She frowned before turning back and following Samantha inside.
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