I watched her from where I leaned against the wall. She stood in the back, her thumbs pushed in the front of her skirt on either side of her hips. At first I thought she was high, but then the rest of the guys by me started talking about how she wouldn’t even touch the stuff. I had a drag, but I wasn’t in the mood to get totally wasted. I had other things on my mind. From the moment she walked through the door I wanted her. My god, she was fucking hot.

She’d kept to herself for most of the night. She didn’t talk with anyone. Just watched the rest of us get drunk and high or dance. I didn’t know who invited her, and I had never seen her on campus before. She was just leaning against the wall near the kitchen. I was with Nick, Joe, Jordian, Mike and a few other guys on the other side of the room, near the couches. They had their eyes on her, too. When they started daring each other to start making some moves on her, I just kept quiet and chose to watch. I didn’t have any money to put out there, anyway.

 Joe took up the challenge, and Nick dared him to find out what panties she was wearing.

“One is cloth, two strings, three is skin.” Mike set, giving me a wink.

 “I’m hopin for three.” Joe said grinning, rolling up both sleeves. Once the boys laid their bets and cash on the table, he moved in. I watched as he walked across the room, and wondered how he was going to do it.

She was near a door way, and Joe acted as though he wanted to pass through. She moved back, pressing her shoulders against the door frame to give him more room. Instead of moving past her, he pushed her up against the wall, and put his hand up her skirt. His finger fuck was hard, and she gasped. She looked up at him, mouth opened a little bit. It was hard to see what happened next from where I stood, but she leaned up against him. I think they were kissing, his hand still between her legs as he played with her. The next thing I heard was Joe scream as he pulled back from the chick. I could see her smiling, and Joe was swearing loudly, holding his neck. He made to hit her, but she danced out of the way, still watching him carefully. The rest of us who had been looking on started to laugh. Joe gave me the finger as I smacked him on the back when he came over.

“One, two or three?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Three, man.” He looked at his hand and it was bleeding slightly, “God damn that fucking cunt.”

“What’d she do?” Mike asked excitedly. He was short, and probably couldn’t see all the way to the door.

Joe wiped the blood on his jeans, “The fucking bitch bit
me.” His voice was shaky, and his expression only made me laugh harder.

“You’re making a mess man.” I said. Joe was dripping all over.

“Fuck it.” he said, moving for the bathroom downstairs.

Mike smiled as he had a few drags on his joint. He was watching the girl with even more interest now. I nudged him with my elbow, pointing in her direction with my chin.

“Who’s she?” I asked, watching her as she moved to the couch and sat down.

“Nipples.” I turned to look at him, my brows raised.

“That’s what we call her, anyways. Name’s really
Naples, or something.”

This made me laugh. My eyes now followed her as she moved from the wall to sit on an empty couch. She pulled both of her legs up to her chest and propped her chin on them. Her skirt rose up, but I couldn’t see anything from where I sat. Her eyes seemed to go everywhere except the corner where I stood. I wanted her to look at me, but she never did.

I licked my lips and took a step forward but Nick grabbed hold of my shoulder.

“You’ll want to wait until she gets some drinks in here, first, or you’ll not have a chance.”

I grinned at him with confidence. I always got what I wanted, if I really wanted it, and my god, I wanted her bad. Even so, I was willing to wait. I choose to watch for a while and see if she would get a drink. For over an hour, she didn’t even move, and I thought it was about time I moved in. I had been sitting on one of the couches for most of that time, and I was about to get up off my ass and go to her when she looked up in my direction for the first time. Even through the dark, I could see here eyes clearly. Both were wide and pale blue. There was something in her expression that almost made me spasmastic, and it took me a beat to figure what triggered it.

She broke our gaze as she looked around the room again, as though searching for an escape, then stood quickly. I followed her with my eyes as she walked across the room, towards the bathroom on the ground level. Her body was tense, and it seemed like it was hard for her to not look in my direction. Before she disappeared through the door, she looked at me once more, and I it registered; she was freaked. It was only a second before I was on my feet and following her. I tuned the corner down the hall just as she slammed the door.

“Muzzle her for me, Lex.” I heard Joe shout after me, and I waved my hand to show I heard, but I didn’t look back.

When I came to the door I stared at it for a moment, then knocked. She ignored me. I pressed my ear to the door and listened. it was completely quiet in there, so I looked around me, brought out a credit card from my wallet, and slipped it into the crack in the door. After a moment of sliding the piece of plastic back and forth the lock bolt gave way, and I pushed the door in. The bathroom wasn’t very big, but when I looked in I didn’t see her right away.

“Fuck off.” I heard her hiss from behind the shower curtain. She was in the tub. I closed the door behind me and went to her. I thought for a moment, then pushed back the curtain. She glared up at me from where she sat in the basin. Her skinny knees were pulled up to her chest, and again, I wasn’t able to see anything because her ankles were crossed. Her body was shaking, and she seemed to be fighting hard to hide that fact from me, because she held herself very tight. 

She looked fucking mad, but it made me want to get her more. I eyed her for a moment and saw why she was in the tub. She wrapped both arms tightly around her legs, but she could not hide the fresh slices that ran up both her arms. Dark red blood slid down her skin and dripped off the tips of her fingers. It hit the incline of the tub, and moved from her towards the drain.

I leaned casually against the wall, still looking at her.
Naples teeth were now bared between her slightly parted lips.

“Piss off.” She growled, voice dangerous. I smiled, hearing the fear in her tone. Here eyes glittered, and I think she was near tears, but she held them off.

“Can I watch?” I asked seriously. I wanted too.

Her look of anger softened to an expression I didn’t know. She could have been thinking anything. She looked back at me for a moment before answering.

“Go bleed yourself.” Her voice was dry.

“I’ll let you watch if you give me the razor.” I murmured, holding out my hand, palm up.

This made her smile, but here eyes were still hard and angry.

“What do you want?” She demanded. She squeezed here left hand even tighter, and more blood dripped down.

I licked my lips thoughtfully.

“That depends.” I said after a minute.

She was curious, but she didn’t fall for the bait, and remained silent.

“I like to watch.” I said smiling.

Her own smile became even more real as she unclenched here fist, and looked down at the blood drenched razor. She then looked up at me from the corner of her eye.

“Only watch?” she asked quietly, voice loosing some of the edge.

I was glad she was catching on.

“I’ll give.”

Naples let here legs stretch out in front of her and she stood. I continued to lean against the wall and watched her as she stepped out of the tub. Blood stained the front of her shirt and skirt. Some of it stained here legs from where she had held herself, and it rolled down to her ankles.

She came up directly in front of me, and stared me directly in the eye. She looked intense, like she was looking for something there. Then she looked down at my mouth and slowly moved hers up to mine. I fell into her kiss hard, and she invited me in. I had gripped her hips when she suddenly bit down on my lower lip, hard. A second later, I was slammed against the wall. I recovered just to see her slam the door as she left the bathroom. I ran after her, tasting the blood as it ran into my mouth. She had slicked my lip good, but it didn’t hurt. Not yet, at least.

Naples was moving towards the house door and I ran forward, blocking her before she could leave. She turned and walked in the opposite direction. The party was still going wild, but she didn’t try getting anyone’s attention by calling for help. I think she knew too many guys there would take my side and gangbang her.  

I caught up to her just as she passed my bed room. I quickly snagged her wrist, holding her hard. I felt the slight groves of her cuts under my fingers and the slick warmth of the fresh blood. She turned sharply to glare at me again. Before I could react, we were kissing again.

Naples tasted me eagerly, gently suckling my lower lip. I took hold of her hips again and drew her backwards into my room. Once inside she blindly kicked the door closed with a back swing of her heel. I pushed her against the door, then gasped as she grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers. I pushed her even more roughly against the door, and I felt her smile as she continued to kiss me. Her tiny hands slid from my head down my chest and gripped the front of my tee shirt and I felt her nails graze my chest.

When she started to push me away, I grabbed both of her hands. They were slick and warm. She gave me the razor and I held onto it until I felt it sink into my own palm.

“You like pain.” I said, not bothering to phrase it as a question.

“It is something I can control.” She breathed, looking up at me past her bangs. Her eyes were still tight with anger, but there was something else there, too. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I looked at the razor I held at my side. I turned
Naples earlier question back on her, “What do you want?”

When I looked back at her, she was smiling. she had a freakish grin that was too sketchy.

“Make me scream.” She challenged. I could tell the confidence in here voice was only there because she had made that dare more then once. Her cocky expression made me smile.

“You don’t think I can do that.”

Her smile became dangerous, “I know you cant.”

With that she pushed me away abruptly, so hard that it forced all the air out of my lungs. Her hand was turning the door knob as I grabbed it, and jerked her backward. She looked up at me smiling, and tried to pull away. I held on firmly, feeling my nails digging into her skin. she made to hit me away with her other hand, but I caught it. she tried to pull away, but I twisted both of here arms sharply.
Naples didn’t even wince. I hit her against the wall twice. Here face didn’t tense. I moved my mouth to hers and tried to kiss her.
Naples lips were stiff against mine, and she wouldn’t let my tongue in. I collected both of her small wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall above her head. In my other hand I held the razor and I flicked it in my fingers so that I would be able to grip it for precision.

 The girl wore a dark purple tank top. It was paper thin, and easy to cut away. Her shredded shirt fell to the ground. She wore a black bra under, but I didn’t touch it, yet. Her body was fine, even with old scars and fresh razor marks criss-crossing her torso, past the belt at her waist into her pubic area and all the way to her thighs. Her skin was pail and almost transparent. I could see blue veins sneaking from her breasts, out to her shoulders and down her thin arms, lightening as they reached her collar bone and throat. She looked and felt so breakable.

I studied her face before forcing her around to face the wall, still holding her wrists above her head. She didn’t struggle, but I could tell she was tense. I leaned up against her with my hips, keeping enough room between us so that my right hand could move freely. I gripped the razor, and gently pressed it against her skin of her left shoulder blade. If I had expected her to tense, I would have been surprised when she did the complete opposite. I wanted to see her expression, but I liked the feel of her venerably facing away from me enough not to change her position.

Slowly, I broke her skin, and began to carve. Her cheek was pushed against the wall, her mouth open as she breathed under the pressure of my body against hers.

“Am I starting something?”  I asked, wanting to hear her voice.

“Of what?” she asked quietly. Her voice was still even. I pressed the blade in even deeper.

“By marking you.” I answered, quickly slicing a curve.

“You aren’t the first.” She said. Her voice was dry again, betraying no strain.

I tried to act cool, but I was bitched.

Softly I kissed her neck, and then whispered in her ear, “I may not be the first, but I will be the deepest.” I promised. I made quick on my word. I pushed the knife in even deeper, and for once, I felt her shift under me in discomfort.

As I continued to mark her with my name, I had an urge to find those other scars and scratch them out of her skin. I didn’t like knowing other guys had busted her over already. I wanted to be the first to play with this cunt, but I guess she was cheaper then the guys made her seem.

 I was thinking about dropping her there as I resituated the blade in my hand when she suddenly jerked down both of her wrists out of my grip, and then pushed out her ass into my hips.

For a wild second I thought it was an impatient head for me to start giving her anal, but then she turned around and rammed me in the chest with her shoulder. I made to grab for her again, but she slipped through my fingers. She was nearly to the door again when I pounced. I wrapped my arms around hers, pinning them down.

I held on with more force then what was necessary, and after a minute I felt her gasping for air. Still holding her, I dragged her back to the middle of the room. She had calmed a little, but I wanted a reaction. I kissed the corner of her jaw, moving down her neck. As I moved back up again, just as slowly, I nipped her sharply. I smiled as she gasped, and then held on tightly as she began to struggle even more when she felt my cock spring behind her.

“Kneel,” I demanded. When she spoke, it was under the strain of my weight trying to bring her down.

“Go suck a cunt.” She panted, trying to find enough footing to throw me off her shoulders. I was taller then her, so it was easy to keep my balance.

Again, I gathered up her wrists in my hand and pinned them behind her back. She edged from side to side, trying to pull free before I brought my other hand forward to her throat, and pushed her chin up so that her head was forced to strain back. When I didn’t let her move back to ease the pressure she shivered, then fell to her knees. I let go of her neck, and kneeled directly behind her. quickly I unzipped the front of my jeans. My god, I was so hard. I clenched the hym of her skirt and jerked up past her hips. Her ass was perfect. I was about to finger her when she tried to pull away again. Somehow, she had been able to bend her head enough to bite my arm. I freaked, and let go, then gripped a handful of her hair and jerked her to the side. As she fell, I stood and moved in front of her.

She looked so innocent on her knees in front of me, and for a wild second, I wondered what the hell I was doing to her. The next beat, I was wishing she would go down on me. I walked up to her slowly. She continued to look up into my face, even when I stood directly in front of her. Her eyes were still wide, but the fear was gone. Slowly she turned her eyes down to my cock, then back to my face. she was smiling now, and I was suddenly nervous. She stayed on her knees as she ran her hands up both of my thighs, up either side of my waist, and back down the center of my stomach. She touched me there, and I jumped even harder. I watched her carefully, preparing to pull away from her if she pulled a bitch. I wasn’t about to trust her. Hell, after what I just did to her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried chewing me off. But for some reason, I wanted to know what she would really do after what I put her through. Her cold hands held me, and the shock of her skin against mine felt good. I didn’t really know what I was expecting, but when she started giving me a hand job, I was dropped. She stroked me good, and it was like she knew exactly how I wanted it. She made me cum quick. I don’t think I was ever worked so fast. She looked up at me once again. The smile was gone. Her face was completely blank, and I didn’t have the trust in what she was thinking.

When her lips parted, I shuddered. A smart guy might have pulled away, or sent her to the floor with a backhand to the face. I just stood, and watched as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, twiddling the tip of her tongue just under the rhyme inside. I couldn’t help myself. I gripped her hair in both of my fists, and pulled her closer to me.

Her mouth opened even more, and she relaxed enough to let me slide down her throat. She deep throated me hard for a few beats, then went to sucking me back and forth as she worked the base of my rod with her hands. She was surprisingly gentle, but I liked it rough. I twisted her hair a little bit, but she stopped until I wrenched it harder, pulling her closer to me. She choked, but I still forced myself in her. She tried to pull away to take a breath, but I felt myself cuming, and I wanted to do it in her.

I shot down her throat, and moaned. Fuck, it felt good. she tried to spit me out, but I still held on. That was a shitty move. She bit down. Not hard enough to hurt me much, but enough to freak the shit out of me. I had let go of her hair, and back handed her hard. She fell to the floor, and made to crawl away. I was pissed. You cant clamp a guy there, but I guess I was an idiot for trusting her in the first place.

I came up from behind her again, and forced her forward until she was bent over completely, her cheek against the ground. Her legs and back were stiff, and still too close together for me to slide in. Still holding her tightly with one hand I slapped her hard a few times until my hand tingled.

This forced her to sink lower under my weight, legs spreading even more.

I took advantage of the opening, and drove myself into her. She arched under me and whimpered. I wasn’t sure if she liked it, or if it hurt her. I really didn’t care. She was tight, but the pressure felt so fucking good. Her back continued to strain as I rode her. The girl never spoke, but she always gasped quietly when I pushed in, and panted when I slid out.

I couldn’t see her face, so I couldn’t be sure, but I think she was hot for it. I wanted to test my theory, so I let go of her wrists. She continued to remain bent over, but she turned her face so that her forehead was against the ground, and she clutched the carpet at both sides of her face. I felt the cum ready to shoot, and I was ready to load her when she leached forward. I clenced her hips harder, but she turned slightly and kicked me in the head with her foot. Everything went shock for a second, but she wasn’t far when I could see her again. Instead of the door, she was moving for the window. I had thick curtains on it, and she was about to rip them down when I scrambled upright and snared her around the waist, throwing her forcefully to the ground. my head was still spinning, and I saw her moving for the door again. i couldn’t let her go, not after what I did. I looked around. there was the strap for my book bag wrapped around my bed post, a few belts on a coat hook near my door, and some loose cords for my bass. I grabbed the cords, and sprinted for her. I grabbed her hair for the second time. Her hands went to mine, trying to claw me off. I held both of them in one hand, and quickly wrapped the cord around her wrists. I looked around the room as I forced her to stand. Holding her to my chest, I dragged her to my bed, and threw her on it.

She turned onto her back, and stared at me. I had thought I was done. I was exhausted, and my head was hammering but all went away when I looked into those fine eyes. I wanted more. She stayed completely still as I crawled onto the bed, but she started pushing herself away with me, digging into the mattress with her heals when I tired to touch her. She forced herself to sit up, sliding up the wall against the back of her head and left shoulder. She was almost up right when I quickly grabbed her ankles, and dragged her back so that she lay flat again. I didn’t want her bashing me in the head with another kick. She bent both of her legs, but I came up between them before she could slam me. To my surprise she raised her hips slightly when pushed my cock between her legs, and she spread her legs even more when I pushed in. She watched me for a while as I pumped, but then her eyes began to water as I worked it harder, and she tuned her head to the side, and closed her eyes. As I hammered her home, I came again. At the same time, her spot tightened, fixing me in her. she bucked, her face thrown back as though trying not to scream. I groaned, arching back, holding her hips as close to me as I could get them. when she relaxed so did I, and I slid out. My arms shook as I held myself above her. when i looked at her she was smiling.

I backed out, but then crawled up to her side and laid down next to her. she turned to look at me as I stared at her. her face was slick, her hair wet. I don’t really know when I passed out, but when I woke up again, I was on my back. my stomach felt stiff, and I opened my eyes.
Naples looked down at me, her head turned to the side as she looked down at me. she was silent for a moment before saying, “I lied.”

My lip was to sour, and my throat too dry to speak just then. She seemed to know this, so she explained herself without being asked.

“I’ve never given a razor to anyone but you. telling you that other guys had cut me was the best way to encourage you to try your hardest.” She slowly tilted her head to the other side, and looked at me in silence for another minute. Then she slowly bent down and kissed me. I winced back a little. My lip was swollen from when she bit me earlier, and I felt her lick the curve of my lower lip teasingly. It felt like she sent a shock of electricity through me, but it felt good. She didn’t draw back completely, instead moving her mouth to my ear, and whispered quietly.

“And maybe, next time you can make me scream.” With that, she straightened, and a second later she was off of me, moving towards the door. I made to sit up, but something held me back. I looked down at myself, to see my bass cords tying me to the bed. I was only able to turn my head to look at her as she opened the door. Before she left,
Naples glanced at me once more over her shoulder, and winked. I smiled when I saw my name on her pail skin, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. With that, she closed the door.  

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