Spin-off smut

Her little pink tongue drew his interest immediately. And not just his visual interest, but also that of several body parts as well. The heart in his chest beat a little quicker, a little firmer. His palms felt a little clammy and a very specific part of his anatomy decided to wake up. He discreetly shifted in his seat to try to lessen the sudden pressure.

John needed to focus on something other than the mysteries of that tongue. Now.

"Glad you liked it." He motioned with the sandwich, "Now you just need to grow four more stomachs and you can be healthy too." With that said, he promptly ate another few bites of the huge reuben. When it was just over half gone, he motioned again to her wrap.

"If you and your sister decide you wanna eat some real food instead of that bland shit, let me know. You can join us for dinner sometime."

A corner of his mouth twitched a little and a little voice inside his head decided to speak up. "In fact," John began, his voice growing a little suggestive, "you can feel free to come over anytime. I'll be more than happy to show you what kind of appetite I really have."

Her absolutely missing his point was so unexpected that he almost fell off the bench. Either she was so bad at flirting that she could make a nun exasperated or she was completely oblivious. And here she'd been calling him a dumbass over and over. Well, he wasn't about to throw the insult back at her.

Especially when she seemed willing to come home with him.

"Less of a glutton and more someone with a healthy appetite for what tastes good." He said, hoping she'd catch this hint.

As much as he didn't want to laugh at her reaction, John did have to admit he found it amusing. "It's only a problem if you think you can't handle it."

Now John was past being simply 'amused' and had graduated to being absolutely thrilled with her reaction. The chaotic part of his brain took her embarrassment at his hard-on and ran with it like some five-year-old hopped up on a mountain of sugar and energy drinks. He was full-on grinning now, his dazzling white smile showing off his sharp canine teeth.

"Of course I'm saying it's your fault!" He said like it was the most obvious thing in the universe, "You're pretty as f*ck and you've been cuddling up to me all period. And now you're gettin' all kinky and pulling me down, you naughty girl."

Oh, this was getting him all sorts of riled up.

"If I piss you off so much, why haven't you let go of me?" He asked unhelpfully, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around her tiny waist and pull her closer, "Could it be you're just upset that I haven't used my 'infuriating mouth' on you yet, Celi?"

Having Celi's mouth pressing hotly to his own had only been a matter of time, in his mind anyway, but John hadn't quite been expecting it so soon. Since he'd first laid eyes on her at the pier he'd wanted to lay other body parts on her too, but he'd figured on having a long way to go before she deemed him worthy of a handshake.

Now she was climbing into his lap and wriggling her sweet self all over the bulge in his jeans and making it grow even more. And had John been even remotely aware there would be the possibility of dunking his turkey into her gravy, he might've prepared a little and grabbed something in which to wrap his vittles.

But no matter.

Celi was a lady and he should absolutely treat her as such. He should be gentle and take it slow with her, because she seemed rather inexperienced with the nuances of high school romance. So it would make the most logical sense to ease her into it.

Then again, she seemed like she wasn't interested in taking things slow. And that was a good thing, because John had the patience of a badger with rabies. And with the moisture building up in her panties from rubbing against him, even that description was too generous.

So he decided to give her a hand.

As her tongue fought with his for dominance and he held her on his lap with one hand, he slipped his free hand under her skirt, pushed past her underwear and found her clit with his thumb. John was never one to wait for an invitation - or a surprised exclamation - so he set right to 'work'. Maybe this would help them both work out a little frustration... and bring them closer.

John had been expecting a bit of surprise from the feisty rosette on his lap, but he had been prepared for any potential outbursts by continuing his ministrations without pause. Unwilling to take his hands off her, his thumb wound round the bundle of nerves at the junction of her legs. She was so soft, silken like some kind of luxurious mythical goddess.

There was no way he was ever going to be able to stay away from her now.

Celi's moans of unrestrained wanton pleasure were sweeter than a choir of angels with how absolutely pure they were. Clearly this was a new, eye-opening experience for her. And when her fingers sank into his long curly hair, a feeling of 'rightness' filled John. When her grip tightened, he felt his self-control tremble a little. It was one of his few weaknesses.

It was of vital importance that he keep an iron grip on what good sense he had, lest he end up sinking himself like the Titanic into her core on her first day of school. With the way she was enjoying herself, however, it was easier said than done. The slow, sensual kiss she gave him nearly made him shout with how hard he was.

But when she whispered in John's ear, he nearly lost it.

"I'm trying to behave myself here, Celi," he gritted out, sliding his first two fingers between her folds to slicken them, "but it seems you like pushing my buttons as much as I like pushing yours." His fingers punctuated his sentence by dipping inside her entrance just enough to tease her, pushing a little bit before ducking back out again and again.

Personally, John could give absolutely zero fucks whether or not Celi believed him about trying to behave himself. The key word here was "trying". His actual chances of being successful in this somewhat noble endeavor - brought on mostly because the lunch period was dwindling - were akin to that of a snowball surviving in Hell.

Especially when her grip tightened painfully in his hair.

Or it would've been painful if it had been a normal guy and not John freaking Wilder. What should have had him hissing in pain as her grip mimicked that of a vice, had the opposite effect. A rush of endorphins rushed through him and tore a throaty groan from him.

John buried his face in her neck sucking the sensitive skin near her clavicle between his lips. If she wanted to play dirty, he could play that game. Without further hesitation - or warning - he proved he could play that game and slid his fingers inside her all the way in.

It took several vocal attempts for Celi to get his attention after riling him up, but to be fair, she had one hand yanking on his hair and the other around his erection. His fingers slowed but they didn't stop as John finally dislodged himself from her neck. It was absolutely peppered in hickeys.

"Hmm?" He gave her a questioning look, "Why'd you stop?"

His hips instinctually rocked upwards with each sinfully slow stroke of her slim, delicately manicured hand. John turned his hand slightly and crooked his fingers, dragging them against her g-spot as he leaned over her, his eyes locked on hers.

"Oh, you're wondering about the studs?" He mused, taking great pleasure in watching Celi tremble on his fingers, "Those piercings are called a Jacob's Ladder. And they're meant to make you scream my name until your throat's hoarse."

His eyebrows arched at Celi's sudden declaration and a wicked grin curled his lips. "Right now, huh? Even though you couldn't stand me touching you earlier in music class, even though you were furious with me when we met on the beach a few days ago." John chuckled and shifted her so that he could slide her expensive-looking panties all the way down her legs until they were off completely, "Even though lunch is just about over and we'll miss at least our next class?"

He then shifted her to straddle his legs. The long, thick, studded stretch of his cock rested against her core in a contrast of hot skin and cool metal studs. His hips moved just a little, but it was enough to cause a stud to rub against the bundle of nerves he'd molested with his thumb only moments ago.

"You sure you wanna get in trouble on your first day of school?" John teased, sliding his length over her rhythmically, "You sure you wanna f*ck me after only seeing me twice? What a naughty girl!"

Oh, the things her hands in his hair were making him feel!

And she was such a pretty little thing that John just couldn't resist giving in. He didn't care that they weren't the same social class, nor did he particularly care all that much about the potential repercussions of having sex with the new girl on her first day of school. All he cared about right now was giving her a hell of a ride.

And a good, hearty "welcome" to her new home.

The fact that Celi was still giving him sass about his lack of manners even after orgasming all over his fingers was making him giddy with chaotic energy. "Well, Celi honey, if you wanna get railed by one of the most infamous hooligans on the island for your first time, do me a little favor." His hands gently lifted her hips and positioned her entrance above the head of his cock, "I may be a lot of things - a jerk, a thug, an asshole - but one thing I'm not gonna do is shove it in before you're ready. So we're gonna start out at your speed, at least until you get used to it."

John offering such control was a rarity, not that Celi would know that yet, but he felt it was necessary. He didn't want to risk accidentally hurting her and causing her to fear intimacy, nor did he want to scare her. This seemed like a good option.

"Plus, I wanna see you take my cock without my hands in the way."