Fuck, This Girl... Ch. 09

"I'm close, Ellie, I'm so close baby." Marcus' voice was barely audible as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.

"Me too, baby." Elisa bent down and pressed her firm breasts to his chest while he continued to thrust upward into her. "Give it to me, Marcus. Make me cum, baby."

Elisa's words were just what he needed as he squeezed her ass and pushed deep into her over and over like a jackhammer. Ellie screamed as she came all over his cock while he shot his load into her.

"Ellie, fuck yes," Marcus whispered biting her shoulder as he spurted twice more into her convulsing cunt. She didn't say anything, just enjoyed the feel of him inside her, moving and filling her.

After they finished, they didn't move for a long time. They just laid like that, her collapsed on top of his body, him with his softening cock still inside her. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her face. He whispered how much he'd missed her and that he loved her. It brought tears to her eyes knowing that they were finally together with nothing to interfere.

"I love you, Marcus." She whispered against his bare chest.

"I love you too," he told her wrapping her tight in his arms wishing he could keep her there forever.

Later that night when she found herself back at home, Elisa got into it again with her parents. Apparently Jason's mother had come over and raised hell over the beating Marcus had doled out.

"Jason hit him! It's all on camera and the advisor, Aaron saw the whole thing." Elisa had immediately defended her love, but it hadn't stopped her parents from ripping him apart. Of course nothing they said was new. He was too old for her, a bad influence, a pervert, but she knew none of that was true. They were in love and that was all that mattered. The fight simply made her even more eager to move out after she graduated. No matter what, she was going to make that happen. Maybe she and Marcus would run away together. She knew her dreams may have been naïve, but at least they were something to look forward to. Over the next few weeks, she would fall asleep to that same dream so many nights that it would begin to feel like reality.

Jason sat up in in his bed slowly trying not to put any unneeded pressure on his ribs. It had been four weeks since the fight with Hillman and he was starting to feel a lot better, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. His mother watched, her face coated with worry, but she didn't say anything. Jason had begged her to stop babying him and assured her that he felt fine, and so she just sat in the extra chair in the doctor's office, watching her son. They had been sitting for about 15 minutes before the doctor finally walked in with Jason's new X-rays.

"Alright, Jason let's have a look-see." The doctor placed the negative photo on the light board on the wall and stepped back to observe. The doctor rubbed his chin and took some notes in the folder he had brought in.

"So what's it looking like, Doc? Can I go on my Senior trip?"

"The senior trip is..."

"This week. We're leaving on Monday." Jason finished for him.

The doctor sucked his teeth and took a deep breath. "I don't think that's a good idea, Jason." Jason's face immediately dropped. "These bones here and here," he pointed to ribs 2 & 3 on the X-ray, "still aren't healed enough for me to be comfortable with you moving around, especially with a broken leg. You would have to be on crutches the entire trip and there's no way you can support yourself on those long term right now."

"But it's Project Grad! I have to go!" Jason whined.

"Honey it's alright, your father and I will take you somewhere even nicer—"

Jason slammed his hands down on the bench he sat on making a loud bang. "I don't WANT to go somewhere else! I want to go on project grad with my classmates like the rest of the seniors!" He shouted at the top of his lungs at his mother.

"Sweetheart, the doctor says you aren't ready."

"Screw this!" Jason shouted throwing the folder that the doctor had sat on the bench next to him.

"Jason! Stop it!" His mother shouted.

"I'll give the two of you some time," the doctor said excusing himself from the room.

"Jason, we'll have a huge party for you so you can see all of your friends—"

"It isn't fair, mom! Why the hell does she get to go and I don't?"

"I know, honey, I know. But what can we do?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter." Jason pulled the wheelchair he had been confined to for the last few weeks close to him so he could step down into it. He placed his casted leg in first and then lowered himself into it. "Can you get the door, please?"

When they returned to their large home at the opposite side of town, Jason went straight up to his room and locked the door. He was determined now more than ever to make them pay.

Ellie and her parents were barely speaking the week before the Senior trip. She and Marcus spent most days together after school because Elisa hated being home. Her parents gave up trying to keep them apart. Marcus and Elisa had already proven how far they would go to be together and they didn't see a point in even putting in the effort anymore. So she found herself at Marcus' door after school like she'd become accustomed to doing now. When she rang the bell he opened the door— shirtless.

"Well hello there," Elisa smiled as her eyes roamed up and down his well-muscled torso. He smiled back at her, stepping back so that she could come in the house. "No kiss?" She asked feigning hurt. Marcus laughed before catching the arm opposite the one her book bag hung loosely off of, pulling her close. He let his other hand slip to her lower back pressing her against him.

"My apologies," he whispered before bringing his lips down to meet hers. Elisa immediately melted into him returning his kiss. This of course led to what it always did with them. It wasn't long before her uniform and his jeans were scattered on the wooden floor of Marcus' small living room. El , the tabby had taken his hiding spot under the couch in preparation for the tornado of hormones that he had seen take over the two so many times in the past few weeks.

"I just can't believe he did all of that! I mean what kind of psycho thinks their girlfriend can benefit from her father seeing a sex tape of her? I mean if he was mad about us hooking up and showed it to my father, that would have made sense, but he really seemed to think he was helping me." Ellie fed Marcus another cool ranch Dorito folding her legs Indian-style on Marcus' unmade bed.

"He's a nutjob. That's the point, Ellie, they think like crazy people." Marcus said in between crunches.

"God I'm glad there's only like a week of classes left in the year. I hate looking at that jerk everyday." Elisa rambled on about her ex as she popped another Dorito in her mouth.

"I'm surprised he's up and at it so early. I may have held back a little bit on him, but not much." Marcus said smirking when he thought of the injuries he'd inflicted on Jason. His parents had been furious and tried to press charges, but they couldn't really do anything. Jason was 18 and because he threw the first punch, it would hurt him more than if they did nothing. His friend, Aaron had been upset that Marcus had brought his drama to his job, but Aaron had been quick to testify to Jason's initiation of the fight. Not to mention the cameras in the arena had caught everything on video, and it was clear that Jason had been hostile from the moment he recognized Marcus.

"Yeah, his ribs are still healing and he's got a cast on the leg that you kicked, but he's back in school and I'm sure he's going on the senior trip."

"Well you may have a week but the teachers are pretty much done with you now. I mean you've taken all of your finals, turned in all your assignments. No one is going to take this week seriously." Marcus spoke from experience.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean senior activities start next week. Senior skip day is this Friday and after that no one ever goes to class. There would be no point in giving us work. The senior trip at the end of the month is all the seniors are thinking about."

"Yep. You excited?" Marcus asked wiping the left over crumbs from her bottom lip.

"I don't think I want to go."

"You don't want to go? Why wouldn't you? You have to enjoy graduating from high school, Ellie. It only happens once."

"I think I'll live." She looked down at the compilation of snacks they'd had to run out to the store and buy since there was no food in Marcus' house.

He placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her head so his eyes could meet hers. "You're scared, huh?"

Looking in those beautiful blue eyes, Ellie knew there was no point in lying. "How can I not be? I mean I got a teacher fired. I'm the slut of the school. Why would I want to spend an entire week long trip with the people that are talking about me behind my back?"

"First off, you didn't get me fired. I got myself fired. Secondly, you're not a slut. You fell in love. It happens. Besides you act like there's no one in your class that is truly your friend. What about Megan and Taylor? Don't you want to spend time with them?"

"I mean, yeah. You know I love Megs and Taye, but I just don't feel like dealing with everybody else. And besides, Jason will be there, and I damn sure don't want to be around him."

"You can't let him run your life, baby."

"I'm not. I was just thinking that maybe I could sign up for it, and come here..." Elisa trailed a finger down the happy trail that ran down the center of his abs into his boxers. "Then we'd have an entire week to ourselves..."

Marcus liked the sound of having his girl staying with him for a week, but he knew he had to play the good boyfriend. "You know you want to go, Ellie. Everyone looks forward to this trip for the entire year. I mean after you graduate you won't be Queen anymore. Don't you want to have your last, you know, hurrah? Since when does the Queen give a fuck about what her classmates think? They're supposed to care about what you think."

Elisa sighed knowing that he was right. She had been looking forward to this trip since freshman year of high school. "I guess you're right..."

Marcus scoffed, "I'm always right."

"Oh whatever." Ellie playfully pushed his shoulder making him smirk at her.

"Now, we've talked abut this hitting habit of yours, woman."

"Have we? I must have forgotten..." She stuck her tongue out at him before he swiftly pushed the snacks out of the way and mauled her while she giggled and squirmed on the bed.

Graduation Day

Elisa couldn't believe the day was finally here. She was officially a high school graduate. It all began to hit her just after her name was called and she had walked gallantly across the stage to claim her diploma. She hadn't realized she had been on autopilot until she found herself back with her parents and her mother was fluttering around trying to find a good spot for pictures. Things had been a little better at home with Dr. Winston busy prepping for the graduation ceremonies and Mrs. Winston trying to organize a party for her daughter. Elisa's mother couldn't stop telling her how proud she was even with everything that had happened over the course of the year.

"Ooh! Over here! There's just enough light! Elisa over here!" Mrs. Winston called almost bouncing up and down with joy.

"Ma I have to get ready to go! The bus for Project Grad leaves soon!" Elisa whined.

"Girl, hush. It's your high school graduation. They will wait long enough for pictures."

Ten minutes later, Elisa was slipping off to the bathroom to make an important phone call while her mother and father believed she was boarding the bus. The phone rang for so long that Ellie was about to hang up, but he answered at the last minute. "Hey there, my little high school graduate." Marcus answered the phone, his voice raspy with the beginnings of sleep.

Elisa giggled into the speaker, "Ew, you sound like my mom."

"Well excuse me for being enthusiastic."

"Are you home?"

He took some time to respond. "Why...?"

"Don't be difficult."

"Ellie you should be on a bus. Why would you need to know if I'm home?" On the other end of the call Marcus was now rising from his bed to relieve his morning wood and brush his teeth.

"Maybe I just miss you, or whatever."

"Are you on the bus, Miss Winston?"

"Oooh don't go all teacher on me. You know I've got a thing for that."

"Ellie."

"The buses are pulling out now, Marcus! Jeez, will you stop badgering me?" Elisa quickly let the lie by omission roll from her tongue as easily as all the others over the past school year. She could hear the buses roaring to life outside the school and her phone beeped repeatedly in her ear telling her she was receiving another call. Elisa didn't bother to answer it, knowing it was just Megan asking her where she was sitting on the bus. She would call her friend back later when she was with Marcus.

Marcus smiled at his girlfriend's dramatic sense of humor. "Ok, sorry. And yes I'm home. Just getting up actually."

"Really? Its like 8 o'clock at night though."

"Yeah well I'm nocturnal now apparently. New job started yesterday at 11pm."

"Wow. When did you get home?"

"About 10 this morning. I knocked right out."

"Being a bouncer at a club is hard work, huh?" Elisa asked beginning to gather her things as the cheese buses rolled off to an undisclosed location with the newly graduated senior class.

"Hey hey, that's head of security."

"Oh excuse me, Mr. Head of Security." Elisa giggled trying not to soak her underwear at the image of Marcus in a security uniform. "So what's the plan for the rest of the night?"

"Well I work at 11 again tonight, so not much."

"Aww, wish I could see you tonight..." Ellie hinted now on her way out of the school heading to the bus stop. Realizing now that she had less time with her man than she had originally thought, her feet picked up their pace feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency.

"Yeah, me too. It's hard working in a club like The Blacktop with no relief."

"That's the club? Isn't that a strip club?"

"No; well not really. The girls are just dancers, no removal of clothing. Apparently not a lot of customers know that though. I had to throw out more than 10 guys last night for grabbing one of the dancers."

"You had to throw guys out? Sounds kinda hot..." The bus was right on time allowing her to hop on without waiting. She paid her fare and took a seat in the front closest to the door, anxious to get to Marcus' house.

"Don't you start..."

"Well you wouldn't let me come over this weekend. At least give me something to hold me over." Marcus smirked and shook his head imaging Elisa on a bus full of her peers asking him to whisper dirty things in her ear. Her voice was husky and her breathing ragged. He was genuinely regretting convincing her to go on that dumb trip.

"You're incorrigible."

Ellie smirked as the bus made a left onto Latimer. She was only a couple blocks away now. "You encourage me pretty well usually."

"Not what that means. And what do you mean 'usually?'" Marcus walked to his living room flipping on the television and plopping down on the couch.

"Nothing at all, Teach." Marcus laughed at her name choice knowing the teasing smile that came with it.

"Well you're lucky you're on a bus on your way out of town, or I might have to teach you about that word selection."

The bus came to a stop at the corner of Marcus' street after Elisa pressed the tape. "I'm sorry, but I graduated, Mr. Hillman..."

"Well apparently you missed a lesson or two. Just wait until you get back here."

"Right. Hold on a sec, ok?" Ellie muted her phone as she approached his door knocking hard.

Marcus rose with a curious look on his face walking to his bedroom to grab a shirt. He pulled it over his head as he stepped to the door turning the knob after it fell over his waistline. He chuckled finding his wayward girlfriend standing in his front steps with that same arrogant smirk on her face that sucked him in from the very beginning.

"You were saying?" Elisa stood hand on her hip and a book bag thrown over the opposite shoulder.

"You lied..." Marcus told her as she walked past him into the living room. Elisa barely had time to drop her book bag before he grabbed her and pressed her back against the crème colored wall. His hands slid around her waist and under her T-shirt

"I did not. The buses were leaving, I just wasn't on either of them."

"You didn't say you were coming here."

Ellie leaned in close to him taking in his masculine scent, "Would've ruined the surprise."

"You were supposed to go on that trip."

"Marcus," Ellie ran her right hand up to his blonde waves, "can we talk about this later?" Her thin fingers wrapped themselves in his hair and pulled making his head follow suit. Her lips attacked his neck, then her teeth while her other hand found its way to his boxers.

"You are just a little deviant today, huh?" Marcus stepped away from her and bent down wrapping an arm around her knees. Elisa fell over his shoulder yelping and laughing as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom. The room was well lit with the blinds open and subconsciously Ellie worried about the neighbors being able to see them. Those thoughts however were quickly discarded as Marcus tossed her on his bed like Tarzan. His eyes traveled up and down her body painting a map for his hands before he attacked her from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts. He paid very close attention to them as his hands traveled further down her glorious frame.

"Yessss," Ellie moaned when Marcus reached her wetness biting her nipple and dipping his finger inside her in one swift motion. Just as her toes were beginning to curl, banging on the bedroom window interrupted the two stopping Marcus' hand right before her climax. Ellie let out a frustrated groan before realizing what exactly had stopped her man in first place. "Jason?" She announced inquisitively seeing her ex standing on the other side of the window, fists balled, face red, and nostrils flared.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Marcus growled as he moved to his dresser to grab a pair of shorts. He was planning on settling this little feud he and Jason had once and for all.

Elisa could see Marcus' temper taking over and jumped in front of him blocking his exit. "Babe, don't. Just let me handle it."

"Somehow, I don't think he understands English." Refusing to argue with her, Marcus simply lifted Elisa and placed her behind him then continued to make his way outside with her trailing behind him begging him not to go outside.

"He's just baiting you, Marcus please," was the last she got out before all hell broke loose on her boyfriend's lawn. Ellie hesitated to follow him out choosing to grab shirt and call the authorities.

Jason stood on the grass out front waiting to confront the man that had ruined everything. When he'd made the plan to come and set his former teacher straight, he'd had no idea what he'd find. All this time he had been thinking of ways to win his girl back. He'd planned to use the senior trip to woo her and win her back; but when the doctor had announced the bad news, Jason compiled a new plan. A plan to show Marcus Hillman exactly what would happen to him if the sleazebag ever went near his girl again. Now with her standing by his side in his shirt at his house, it was like the final piece of the puzzle had been placed. Hillman wasn't the one keeping them apart, she was. Jason had spent a majority of the school year blaming Hillman for his relationship troubles, but Elisa had still chosen him. She had run right back to that freak the first chance she got. Marcus Hillman was a man. How could he not fall victim to that life-crushing succubus?

"What the fuck are you doing on my lawn?" Jason couldn't take his eyes off the girl he'd thought he loved. "Hey!" Marcus stepped closer to Jason and shoved him bringing his focus to his immediate surroundings. "I'm talking to you! Get the fuck out of here or I'm calling the cops."