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...
“Are you out of your mind, Kris?” Julie was shocked; never had she imagined that Kristen, even with her sordid past, could go so far as to take a life and then dispose of the body like common trash. “I will not help you. Not to hide a body!”
“But… but… Jules… I can’t do this alone, I…” Tears filled Kristen’s eyes again. “I only did what I had to and… and… and… I… please, Jules, please. I couldn’t let her hurt Dani. My shit put her in danger… I had to do something…”
“So why do you need my help? You kill someone at least know how to hide the body.” Julie rubbed her temple with one hand as she waved Kristen away with the other. “This is not my problem.”
“But… I need you-”
“No. I told you, life or death or stay away from me. Your life or death, not some thug-bitch you decided to off to keep your secrets secret.” Julie eyed her, waiting for her to move. “So just leave.”
“Fine,” Kristen said, standing. “If that’s your answer…” She smoothed down her clothing and swept her hair back. With a small smile, she moved towards the door. With her hand on the knob, she turned and faced Julie and laughed. “I suppose I’ll just have to use my ace in the hole.”
“What’re you talking about?” Julie stood and took a step toward Kristen. “What ace?”
Kristen smiled devilishly. “Denise.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a manila envelope. “Really, Jules; you do need to work on keeping your secrets secret. Otherwise,” she threw the envelope to her, “unscrupulous people like me can use it against you.”
Julie tore the envelope opened and stared at the photos the spilled out onto the floor. They were of a young woman with dark, almost black hair and mocha colored skin. A gasp tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees and gathered up the glossy pictures.
“How did you…?”
“I’m a bad guy, remember? Now, you gon’ help me? Or do I need to give dear ol’ hubby a call?”
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Elijah wrapped his arms around Carter and pulled him against the length of his naked body. His hardness pressed against him raised his pulse, heating his blood. His back, against the cold lockers, had goose bumps sending shivers along his flesh as Carter licked the nape of his neck as his hands cupped his ass.
“Oh, yea,” Elijah moaned, feeling Carter’s tongue slide across his throat. “I want you now…” Elijah’s voice was hot and breathy as he felt Carter’s lips kiss their way down his chest and tease his nipples. “More…” Carter kissed lower, down his stomach until his open mouth hovered right in front of his straining cock. “Now…”
Carter took the whole of him into his mouth, eased the length down his throat. Elijah’s body stiffened at the warm wetness.
Elijah looked down, enjoying the show as Carter leaned forward and away, each smooth motion pulling a moan from him. As the moment inched closer, he grabbed Carter by the hair and forced his cock deeper down his throat, pulled out and slammed deep again.
Elijah cried and thrusted hard out as he came, forcing it all down Carter’s throat.
As Carter pulled away, Elijah slid to the floor, spent and covered in sweat. He looked at Carter and smiled.
“You are the best head ever.”
Carter smiled back. “Yea, I know.” He laughed softly as sat next to him and wrapped his arms around him. “So I hear you the new kid has a hell of a back story.”
“Yea, some fucked up family soap opera drama. Me an’ Harley an’ Jay are gon’ get ’im into Crescent Point so he can do some checkin’ around.” Elijah nestled into the crook of Carter’s arm. “You game?”
“Yea, sure.” Carter kissed the top of Elijah’s head. “What’s he thinking’ to find?”
“Nope. Dunno what good today’ll do, but…”
“So why even bother?”
“I feel sorry for ’im.” Elijah pulled away and looked Carter in the eye. “I mean, me an’ my dad don’t always get along, but at least I got ’im around. I think it’s fucked up that he don’t even know who the man is.”
“Trust me, dads can be overrated,” Carter whispered, too low for Elijah to hear. Seeing the confused look on his boyfriend’s face, Carter just shook his head. “Nothin’ Eli. Anyway, I talked to Sam last period and she says Drake’s comin’ home.”
“Yea, I heard,” Elijah said meekly. He dropped his gaze and leaned into Carter’s body again. “Great, huh?” His body grew warm again as flashes of he and Drake intertwined awakened his blood.
“Awesome,” Carter said, squeezing him close enough that Elijah could feel his heartbeat. “Ain’t seen him in years.”
Elijah pulled away and scrambled to his feet. Without looking at Carter, he spoke, fighting to keep his voice even. “We should probably clean up; the others will be here soon.” He walked swiftly towards the group showers, his arms tight across his chest.Fuck me, Samantha’s right… I do still want Drake. But I still want Carter. He could feel Carter behind him, the heat coming off his flesh. Fuck, shit, fuck.
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Raul stepped out of the last stall, smiling wide with a cigarette between his lips. So, Car’s not the only guy with a special place in your pants, eh? Sweetie, you make this way too fuckin’ easy. He dropped the cigarette into the toilet and snuck out of the changing room.
Once in the hallway, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed. Seriously, boys, where’s the damn challenge? After a few seconds, it was answered.
“Hey,” Elijah answered.
“Hey man, I was just makin’ sure we’re still on later.”
“Def man. And my boy Carter’s comin’ too.”
“Sweet. More the merrier, eh?”
“Yea. Um, I gotta go. I’ll meet y’all after next class, ’ight?”
“Yea, cool. And, again. Thanks, Eli.”
“No problem. I jus’ hope you find what you’re looking’ for, man.”
“So do I,” he said, smiling broadly. He dropped the phone back into his pocket. I’ll find it cause after tonight Carter won’t want shit to do with you…
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Harley sat next to Jason, her head on his shoulder, while William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet played on the large, wide screen television that hung in the front of the classroom. With the lights off, they were safe to play with each other as long as neither made enough noise to draw Mr. Harrison’s attention. While her hand stroked his hard flesh through his cargo pants, his hand slid under her skirt where his fingers teased the moistness that soaked her panties.
She fought hard to keep the coos silent as his fingers inched their way underneath the thin fabric and found her swollen lips. She shuddered as one, then two, slid inside of her.
“Oh,” she breathed, unable to keep quiet. “Oh, yes…”
“Everything okay, Ms. Conner?” Mr. Harrison asked, looking up from his dimly lit desk.
“Um, yes, sir.” She swallowed hard and shook her head. The class murmured in the dark and she felt all eyes on her. “Just really, really love this version. DiCaprio was way hot back then.” The class laughed now; Mr. Harrison did not look pleased.
“Please try to keep your commentary to yourself, no matter how hot Mr. DiCaprio may or may not be, if that’s not too hard for you.”
“Hmm… hard…” Jason whispered, smirking.
“Shut up,” Harley snapped under her breath. She then turned back to Mr. Harrison and smiled innocently. “Okay, sir. Quiet as a mouse.”
Mr. Harrison looked back down to his paperwork. After breathing a sigh of relief, Harley turned and gave Jason a mean look. She opened her mouth to say something but the feel of his fingers sliding in and out of her brought nothing but wordless gasps from her throat.
“Sorry, Mr. Harrison,” she said, flashing a crooked smile to Jason. She dropped her voice to a low, almost growl. “I will so get you for that.”
The door creaked open, drawing her attention. She watched, dazed, as Raul slipped inside. Mr. Harrison eyed him angrily as he crossed the front of the room before seating himself next to Harley.
“I understand it’s your first day, Mr. Vinard, but my class began twenty minutes ago. I am never late. I would appreciate the same promptness from you.”
“Yea, sorry. Got lost.”
Harley leaned toward Raul, shaking her head. “Nice first impression there, new boy.”
“He’ll get over it.”
“Don’t count on it. That man can hold a grudge like no one’s business.” God, I’d fuck you five ways from Sunday. Harley felt the blush run up her body. I can’t believe I just… ah, who am I kidding? “He’s a nasty old shit,” she whispered, leaning even closer to him. “We keep hoping he’ll retire… or die.”
“I had a teacher like that at my last school. He died. We partied.” He dropped his hand to his lap and squeezed himself.
Harley’s eyes followed the motion; the sight whetted her appetite. “So, uh, you still up for hangin’ out?”
“Yea. I talked to your bro before class. Can’t wait to see this ritzy place y’all live.”
“Yea, def. You know, we got an in-ground pool, if you’re interested.” Her voice was practically a purr.
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Drake Kipson lay back, relaxing in the backseat of his father’s Lincoln Town Car, and watched the lush green scenery rush by. He smiled, looking at all of the quaint little houses that dotted the street that lead up to Crescent Point, the home he had not seen in years.
So good to be back, he mused silently. It has been too long since I have played here… I do hope no one has forgotten me. He giggled quietly at the thought. Of course, they do… Course, I am sure they only remember the “trouble-making” me… Oh, this will be quite fun… Especially when they all discover the truth about their new friend, Raul…
As they came to the wrought iron gates that separated Crescent Point from the rest of the world, he saw that nothing had changed. Same guards, same nosy neighbors, same secretly drug addicted new money families…
I cannot wait to play with you all again… However, that needs to wait. I have… other, more pressing issues to deal with…
- TO BE CONTINUED -