fic - instinct
fandom: the oc
title: instinct
disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
rating: NC17 eventually
warnings: violence, sex and total crack. CRACK.
author's note: I have the attention span of a...what are we talking about again?
author's note 2: This is fun.
part one
Ryan was relieved to finally have a second to breathe when Seth invited him down to play video games in the huge game room. Almost like a lounge.
He wanted to play, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the pool table.
"Don't let Grandpa know you play, he'll win all your money and he won't give it back," Seth said.
"I don't think I've ever lost a game of pool," Ryan replied.
"Don't let him hear that either," Seth said.
"Who's your grandpa?"
"This place is all his idea. He's bald like Professor Xavier in X-Men but he swears we're not mutants. We're all just...talented. In different ways. When he grew up, like, eons ago, there were people just like us and he lost a lot of friends when they fucked up and either got arrested or killed trying to use their gifts out in the open. When he started seeing their kids and grandkids manifesting, he opened this school. So we won't end up like the old guys. He teaches us how to use our talents for legitimate jobs and life in general," Seth shrugged.
"Oh. That's...cool, I guess," Ryan said.
"It can be. I mean, we have to take regular classes, but like, when you're taking the computer class, I'm having study time with my own computers, hacking into things and listening to different codes that my antennas pick up," Seth said. "And when you're taking whatever language you get, Taylor's translating texts from countries we don't have names for. Anyway, Grandpa will make you do some tests, not like Anna's with all the punching, but in the same vein to see what you're best at."
"You think he'll let me be a pool shark?" Ryan asked.
Seth laughed. "Maybe. If you beat him. Which you won't."
"I've never been one to walk away from a challenge," Ryan replied.
"Then I challenge you to beat my GTA skills," Seth said.
"You're on," Ryan said.
It was only after they'd completed the fist level that he realized Seth wasn't hitting the keys on his controller. He was just holding it delicately in his fingers.
"Hey, that's totally not cool," Ryan said.
"Better than Anna's test, though, right?" Seth replied, smiling. "I want to be a professional video game designer but Grandpa thinks that the NSA needs me or something, but whatever, who trusts the government these days? In my mind, that's just as wrong as if I was robbing banks."
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"Hello, grasshopper, please have a seat," Che said, bowing respectively to the new student.
"Go easy on the act, Che, you're going to freak him out," Kirsten said, smiling at him. "Hi, Ryan, I'm Kirsten. I'm Seth's mother and in charge of the girls. We heard you had Anna's test today, and I apologize for that. She's not supposed to hit you as hard as she did. She just gets wound up."
"I'm here to help you with your injuries, can you take your shirt off? Kirsten can vouch that I'm not a perv," Che said.
"I'm really okay, like, it's cool," the boy said, hesitating.
"We didn't give you a spot here so you'd be hurt. So we will either take you to the doctor or you'll agree to let Che work his magic on you. And I'm going to be here the whole time. He's just going to hit your pressure points, only safe spots," Kirsten said.
Ryan still hesitated.
"I promise you that I am of the strictly heterosexual persuasion," Che said. "I am just as fond of girls are you seem to be."
He especially liked Taylor. The way she would yell out dirty words in languages he'd never heard when she climaxed...
"I'm not nervous because of that," Ryan said with a sigh, pulling off his shirt.
Che had never seen a sixteen year old with scars as multiple as the new kid's.
"Oh," Kirsten breathed.
"I've had a lot of training, like, from my Dad? So...a few bruises and cuts aren't really a big deal," Ryan said.
"What kind of training would do that?" Che asked before he could center his zen.
Ryan shrugged, keeping his eyes down. "You can't really dodge a knife if you've never had one flying toward you."
Che recovered his composure and moved over to Ryan. Kirsten was giving him extra credit for this.
He didn't think he'd ever be able to remember all those prescription names in the chapter from last week.
He placed his fingers carefully on Ryan's shoulders, feeling the flinch down to the muscle cells.
"Face seems okay, swollen and bruised, but we can do stuff for that. Headache, working on that now," Che said.
"Wow," Ryan whispered.
"Just relax, it works better if you're chilled out," Che said. "Now, you've got a knee injury, like, old fractures?"
"Fell off a building once, landed on my knee," Ryan said drowsily, his eyes closed and his body wavering.
"How high was the building?" Che asked.
"Don't like heights. So it was really high. Sixteen stories, I think. Really high," Ryan said, his chin dropping forward against his chest.
"He doesn't need to sleep, Che, keep going with the acupressure," Kirsten said, keeping him on track.
Che moved one hand from his shoulder and placed it flat against the center of his back, smiling when Ryan's head jerked back up. "There we go."
"I know who to call when I get insomnia," Ryan said. "But whatever mojo you're doing is making me feel better."
"Not mojo. Simply pressure in certain spots that send signals to the places your body needs help healing. Your bruises should fade in a couple of days."
Che's gift let him perform accupressure and accupuncture with just a light touch. He could hit the places only a needle could in normal situations.
"Thanks," Ryan said. "What did you do to my knee? It usually...aches."
"I haven't gotten to ortho yet, but it seemed like it needed some attention. So I just made it not hurt. But when I get to ortho, I'll try and fix it, if you want. You'll have to run a lot in survival training."
"What kind of classes do you teach here?" Ryan asked Kirsten.
"Whatever classes you want to take," Kirsten said. "Dad will talk to you at dinner, it's in a couple of hours. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm good, thank you," Ryan said.
"Kirsten's like the house 'mom', even if she belongs to Seth," Che smiled, earning a small grin from the new kid.
But at least he knew the guy was capable of a grin.
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Kirsten sat down across from her father and caught his attention over the pages of numbers. "Daddy, what do you know about Ryan's father outside of what you told us?"
"Not much," he replied. "I don't know what kind of father Frank was to the boy, just that he's smart and gifted."
"He's got scars, all over him. He said his father gave him 'training'. Che says the boy's knee was shattered years ago and he's barely sixteen. Ryan said he fell off a building. Sixteen stories high," Kirsten stated.
Her father's eyes flashed with surprise, and anger she hadn't seen in years. "I didn't know Frank trained him."
"I just thought you should know. Seth already loves the guy and I think Anna's already making elaborate plans to seduce him," Kirsten said. Anna wasn't a bad girl, she just had an adrenaline problem that they hadn't figured out how to tame yet.
"I'll make sure he gets extra attention. But Anna needs a buddy and if Ryan's got Frank's training..."
"They'll hurt each other, Dad, you know how Anna is when she gets an equal opponent," Kirsten frowned.
"We've been buddying the students up since we started this. And they could be just what the other needs," Caleb said.
"It just seems...volatile," Kirsten said.
"I'll look after them personally. They've got the most open-ended powers, everyone else is pretty specialized. They'll need steady supervision in classes. But I haven't got his input on his curriculum yet, but thanks to you at least I know he's had some kind of training."
"I'm going to help set up the dining room," Kirsten sighed.
She hoped her father knew what he was doing.
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Ryan was uneasy around Caleb even if everyone he'd met said he was cool.
There was just something hiding behind the man's eyes that he couldn't place. But he could tell Caleb Nichol wasn't as perfect and safe as everyone thought he was. The man had a past.
"So, tell me, Ryan. How long have you known you had gifts?" he asked.
Ryan shrugged. "My father trained me. For as long as I can remember, he taught me."
"Taught you what?" the old man urged.
"Oh. Like, how to fight. Kick. How to shoot. I think I'm best at sniping, but I can do the up close stuff too, only took a couple of bullet wounds to teach me that. And we did knives until I started winning," Ryan replied. "And running and leaping over stuff...he just...trained my reflexes or whatever. He wanted me to..."
"To what?" Caleb asked.
"To join the family business. Robbing people blind," Ryan replied. "But no matter how many times he tried to tell me that it wasn't wrong, I'm not stupid. I wouldn't do it. And he fucked up and got arrested. I'm sure he still blames me for flaking on the gig, but I'm not a thief. I'm not a killer."
His father wanted him to try and become an assassin but he wasn't a fucking murderer. He wasn't his father.
"All right. So, what would you like to learn here? We've got your transcripts, so we'll be lining up your regularly scheduled coursework, but you only have those classes on alternating days in the morning. The afternoons are specialized," Caleb said.
"Like what?" Ryan asked.
"What do you want to learn here? What do you want to be when you grow up? A martial arts instructor? An FBI agent? Detective?"
"Not a cop," Ryan said. "But...I don't know. I've never really thought about it."
"Well, you need to start. You're not going to be sixteen forever. And I brought you here so you could learn to use your gifts for legitimate reasons. Without ever being in the position to be arrested," Caleb said.
"Oh. Um. I still don't know," Ryan replied.
"You have time to decide. But the training here won't be like your father's. I'm going to pair you with Anna and she's a little rough around the edges but she's got 'reflexes' similar to yours. I think you can learn from each other. And you can sit in with some of the other kids and see if you can pick up anything from them that you may want to work on," Caleb said.
"Oh. I figured you'd just pick something for me," Ryan said.
This place was so weird.
"That's not how we roll here," Caleb smiled, grinning when he raised an eyebrow at the man's slang.
"Is Anna going to kick my ass every day?" he asked after a beat.
"I guess the question is, are you going to let her?" Caleb replied.
"I don't like hitting women," Ryan replied.
"That's a pretty good rule to have, and I don't want you to lose that. But if a woman is coming at you with a gun or a knife, or some other deadly weapon, you should fight back. And Anna's pretty much a deadly weapon when she wants to be."
Ryan considered it.
"I don't want you backhanding her on a regular basis, but in a training session, you should practice with your opponent the same whether they're a girl or a boy. So they can learn self defense the same way you do," Caleb said.
"All right."
"I'm going to be supervising you myself. You and Anna are special kids, you both have the capacity to do anything you want because your skills can be honed to do just about anything. You're here to sharpen your skills, the ones that will give you the lives you deserve," Caleb said. "You are not your father."
Ryan glanced up sharply. "You know my father?"
"I mentored him for a few months when he was younger. About your age. He didn't have any interest in using his gifts for anything but a quick buck. I didn't figure it out until he'd taken off. It's tempting to abuse gifts like ours for the wrong things but it's so much more rewarding to take the steady and slow way out. I was dirt poor until I learned how to control my talents."
"What do you do?" Ryan asked.
"I see patterns. I can plot chess matches out before the players touch the first piece on the board. I can place bets on a roulette wheel and hit it every spin. I can pick stock that will double the price in days. I thought it was luck until I found other people like me that could do different things. We made a corporation and we're all some of the richest people in the world right now. I didn't steal or hurt anyone. I just used my talent to get a life that I can hopefully be proud of someday," Caleb said.
Wow. That was impressive.
"The fact that you wouldn't steal for your father says volumes to me, Ryan. I know you're going to be someone epic one day. You just have to decide what kind of epic you want to be," Caleb said.
"Your expectations are a little high, aren't they?" Ryan snorted.
"Not at all," Caleb said.
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"I know you're out there, even though you're like a fucking cat," Ryan said from his dark room.
Anna cursed herself. She should've known he'd hear her if he was really supersensitive like she was.
She was still pondering her failure to 'sneak' when he grabbed her arm and twisted her inside the room, closing the door and locking it before she had a chance to take a breath.
"You're sneaky. But you're fucking hot," he said, his eyes flashing in the dark before he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
"Are you a mindreader, too?" Anna asked, flipping him around so he was pressed against the wall now.
"We'll have plenty of time to play cat and mouse, but you didn't come here to fight," Ryan said picking her up by her thighs and putting her legs around him.
Oh, he thought he was in control, did he?
Not on her time. But she simply clamped her legs around him and busied herself pushing his jeans down to free his cock letting him see that he didn't have to hold her up.
"You've got thirty seconds to..." Anna started, but he already had the condom on and was inside her completely. "Oh..."
"I only get thirty seconds to what?" Ryan asked, peeling her tank top off and licking her nipples.
"Make me cum the first time," she said, bucking her hips and squeezing her cunt around his dick.
She didn't expect him to be able to do it, but he matched his thrusts and started fucking her at a pace too fast for her to even deny. Ryan was hitting all the spots in a rapid succession and she found herself biting down on his shoulder. He groaned and she kissed him quiet and shuddered against him.
"You can have as long as you want now," Anna said.
"We'll try the bed this time," Ryan said.
"Hell yeah we will," Anna said.
Before they could start the second round, the familiar knock sounded on the door.
"Fuck. Busted again," Anna muttered.
"Anna Stern. Put your clothes on and come out of there right now or we'll get the hose again."
"Sorry," Anna said, kissing the panicked look off his face. "I think they have some kind of 'sex alarm' on me. They never let me have any fun and dude, that was so fun."
Ryan opened his mouth to say something and she saw his cock was still rock hard despite the interruption. She pulled her shirt over her head with one hand and put her fingers on his thick shaft, working her perfected skill before covering his mouth with her now free hand to muffle the sound of his climax grunt.
"Anna. NOW," Kirsten insisted. "Don't make me come in there."
"Is she going to..."
"You'll get a morning lecture from Sandy and it'll be mortifying but they haven't put a chastity belt on me yet, and I always use a condom," she said, pulling her shorts back on and hurrying to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She put on the best 'apologetic' face and unlocked the door. "Kirsten, I'm sorry..."
"I swear we're going to put a sex alarm on you," Kirsten frowned, taking her by the elbow and guiding her back to the girls' wing.
title: instinct
disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
rating: NC17 eventually
warnings: violence, sex and total crack. CRACK.
author's note: I have the attention span of a...what are we talking about again?
author's note 2: This is fun.
part one
Ryan was relieved to finally have a second to breathe when Seth invited him down to play video games in the huge game room. Almost like a lounge.
He wanted to play, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the pool table.
"Don't let Grandpa know you play, he'll win all your money and he won't give it back," Seth said.
"I don't think I've ever lost a game of pool," Ryan replied.
"Don't let him hear that either," Seth said.
"Who's your grandpa?"
"This place is all his idea. He's bald like Professor Xavier in X-Men but he swears we're not mutants. We're all just...talented. In different ways. When he grew up, like, eons ago, there were people just like us and he lost a lot of friends when they fucked up and either got arrested or killed trying to use their gifts out in the open. When he started seeing their kids and grandkids manifesting, he opened this school. So we won't end up like the old guys. He teaches us how to use our talents for legitimate jobs and life in general," Seth shrugged.
"Oh. That's...cool, I guess," Ryan said.
"It can be. I mean, we have to take regular classes, but like, when you're taking the computer class, I'm having study time with my own computers, hacking into things and listening to different codes that my antennas pick up," Seth said. "And when you're taking whatever language you get, Taylor's translating texts from countries we don't have names for. Anyway, Grandpa will make you do some tests, not like Anna's with all the punching, but in the same vein to see what you're best at."
"You think he'll let me be a pool shark?" Ryan asked.
Seth laughed. "Maybe. If you beat him. Which you won't."
"I've never been one to walk away from a challenge," Ryan replied.
"Then I challenge you to beat my GTA skills," Seth said.
"You're on," Ryan said.
It was only after they'd completed the fist level that he realized Seth wasn't hitting the keys on his controller. He was just holding it delicately in his fingers.
"Hey, that's totally not cool," Ryan said.
"Better than Anna's test, though, right?" Seth replied, smiling. "I want to be a professional video game designer but Grandpa thinks that the NSA needs me or something, but whatever, who trusts the government these days? In my mind, that's just as wrong as if I was robbing banks."
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"Hello, grasshopper, please have a seat," Che said, bowing respectively to the new student.
"Go easy on the act, Che, you're going to freak him out," Kirsten said, smiling at him. "Hi, Ryan, I'm Kirsten. I'm Seth's mother and in charge of the girls. We heard you had Anna's test today, and I apologize for that. She's not supposed to hit you as hard as she did. She just gets wound up."
"I'm here to help you with your injuries, can you take your shirt off? Kirsten can vouch that I'm not a perv," Che said.
"I'm really okay, like, it's cool," the boy said, hesitating.
"We didn't give you a spot here so you'd be hurt. So we will either take you to the doctor or you'll agree to let Che work his magic on you. And I'm going to be here the whole time. He's just going to hit your pressure points, only safe spots," Kirsten said.
Ryan still hesitated.
"I promise you that I am of the strictly heterosexual persuasion," Che said. "I am just as fond of girls are you seem to be."
He especially liked Taylor. The way she would yell out dirty words in languages he'd never heard when she climaxed...
"I'm not nervous because of that," Ryan said with a sigh, pulling off his shirt.
Che had never seen a sixteen year old with scars as multiple as the new kid's.
"Oh," Kirsten breathed.
"I've had a lot of training, like, from my Dad? So...a few bruises and cuts aren't really a big deal," Ryan said.
"What kind of training would do that?" Che asked before he could center his zen.
Ryan shrugged, keeping his eyes down. "You can't really dodge a knife if you've never had one flying toward you."
Che recovered his composure and moved over to Ryan. Kirsten was giving him extra credit for this.
He didn't think he'd ever be able to remember all those prescription names in the chapter from last week.
He placed his fingers carefully on Ryan's shoulders, feeling the flinch down to the muscle cells.
"Face seems okay, swollen and bruised, but we can do stuff for that. Headache, working on that now," Che said.
"Wow," Ryan whispered.
"Just relax, it works better if you're chilled out," Che said. "Now, you've got a knee injury, like, old fractures?"
"Fell off a building once, landed on my knee," Ryan said drowsily, his eyes closed and his body wavering.
"How high was the building?" Che asked.
"Don't like heights. So it was really high. Sixteen stories, I think. Really high," Ryan said, his chin dropping forward against his chest.
"He doesn't need to sleep, Che, keep going with the acupressure," Kirsten said, keeping him on track.
Che moved one hand from his shoulder and placed it flat against the center of his back, smiling when Ryan's head jerked back up. "There we go."
"I know who to call when I get insomnia," Ryan said. "But whatever mojo you're doing is making me feel better."
"Not mojo. Simply pressure in certain spots that send signals to the places your body needs help healing. Your bruises should fade in a couple of days."
Che's gift let him perform accupressure and accupuncture with just a light touch. He could hit the places only a needle could in normal situations.
"Thanks," Ryan said. "What did you do to my knee? It usually...aches."
"I haven't gotten to ortho yet, but it seemed like it needed some attention. So I just made it not hurt. But when I get to ortho, I'll try and fix it, if you want. You'll have to run a lot in survival training."
"What kind of classes do you teach here?" Ryan asked Kirsten.
"Whatever classes you want to take," Kirsten said. "Dad will talk to you at dinner, it's in a couple of hours. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm good, thank you," Ryan said.
"Kirsten's like the house 'mom', even if she belongs to Seth," Che smiled, earning a small grin from the new kid.
But at least he knew the guy was capable of a grin.
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Kirsten sat down across from her father and caught his attention over the pages of numbers. "Daddy, what do you know about Ryan's father outside of what you told us?"
"Not much," he replied. "I don't know what kind of father Frank was to the boy, just that he's smart and gifted."
"He's got scars, all over him. He said his father gave him 'training'. Che says the boy's knee was shattered years ago and he's barely sixteen. Ryan said he fell off a building. Sixteen stories high," Kirsten stated.
Her father's eyes flashed with surprise, and anger she hadn't seen in years. "I didn't know Frank trained him."
"I just thought you should know. Seth already loves the guy and I think Anna's already making elaborate plans to seduce him," Kirsten said. Anna wasn't a bad girl, she just had an adrenaline problem that they hadn't figured out how to tame yet.
"I'll make sure he gets extra attention. But Anna needs a buddy and if Ryan's got Frank's training..."
"They'll hurt each other, Dad, you know how Anna is when she gets an equal opponent," Kirsten frowned.
"We've been buddying the students up since we started this. And they could be just what the other needs," Caleb said.
"It just seems...volatile," Kirsten said.
"I'll look after them personally. They've got the most open-ended powers, everyone else is pretty specialized. They'll need steady supervision in classes. But I haven't got his input on his curriculum yet, but thanks to you at least I know he's had some kind of training."
"I'm going to help set up the dining room," Kirsten sighed.
She hoped her father knew what he was doing.
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Ryan was uneasy around Caleb even if everyone he'd met said he was cool.
There was just something hiding behind the man's eyes that he couldn't place. But he could tell Caleb Nichol wasn't as perfect and safe as everyone thought he was. The man had a past.
"So, tell me, Ryan. How long have you known you had gifts?" he asked.
Ryan shrugged. "My father trained me. For as long as I can remember, he taught me."
"Taught you what?" the old man urged.
"Oh. Like, how to fight. Kick. How to shoot. I think I'm best at sniping, but I can do the up close stuff too, only took a couple of bullet wounds to teach me that. And we did knives until I started winning," Ryan replied. "And running and leaping over stuff...he just...trained my reflexes or whatever. He wanted me to..."
"To what?" Caleb asked.
"To join the family business. Robbing people blind," Ryan replied. "But no matter how many times he tried to tell me that it wasn't wrong, I'm not stupid. I wouldn't do it. And he fucked up and got arrested. I'm sure he still blames me for flaking on the gig, but I'm not a thief. I'm not a killer."
His father wanted him to try and become an assassin but he wasn't a fucking murderer. He wasn't his father.
"All right. So, what would you like to learn here? We've got your transcripts, so we'll be lining up your regularly scheduled coursework, but you only have those classes on alternating days in the morning. The afternoons are specialized," Caleb said.
"Like what?" Ryan asked.
"What do you want to learn here? What do you want to be when you grow up? A martial arts instructor? An FBI agent? Detective?"
"Not a cop," Ryan said. "But...I don't know. I've never really thought about it."
"Well, you need to start. You're not going to be sixteen forever. And I brought you here so you could learn to use your gifts for legitimate reasons. Without ever being in the position to be arrested," Caleb said.
"Oh. Um. I still don't know," Ryan replied.
"You have time to decide. But the training here won't be like your father's. I'm going to pair you with Anna and she's a little rough around the edges but she's got 'reflexes' similar to yours. I think you can learn from each other. And you can sit in with some of the other kids and see if you can pick up anything from them that you may want to work on," Caleb said.
"Oh. I figured you'd just pick something for me," Ryan said.
This place was so weird.
"That's not how we roll here," Caleb smiled, grinning when he raised an eyebrow at the man's slang.
"Is Anna going to kick my ass every day?" he asked after a beat.
"I guess the question is, are you going to let her?" Caleb replied.
"I don't like hitting women," Ryan replied.
"That's a pretty good rule to have, and I don't want you to lose that. But if a woman is coming at you with a gun or a knife, or some other deadly weapon, you should fight back. And Anna's pretty much a deadly weapon when she wants to be."
Ryan considered it.
"I don't want you backhanding her on a regular basis, but in a training session, you should practice with your opponent the same whether they're a girl or a boy. So they can learn self defense the same way you do," Caleb said.
"All right."
"I'm going to be supervising you myself. You and Anna are special kids, you both have the capacity to do anything you want because your skills can be honed to do just about anything. You're here to sharpen your skills, the ones that will give you the lives you deserve," Caleb said. "You are not your father."
Ryan glanced up sharply. "You know my father?"
"I mentored him for a few months when he was younger. About your age. He didn't have any interest in using his gifts for anything but a quick buck. I didn't figure it out until he'd taken off. It's tempting to abuse gifts like ours for the wrong things but it's so much more rewarding to take the steady and slow way out. I was dirt poor until I learned how to control my talents."
"What do you do?" Ryan asked.
"I see patterns. I can plot chess matches out before the players touch the first piece on the board. I can place bets on a roulette wheel and hit it every spin. I can pick stock that will double the price in days. I thought it was luck until I found other people like me that could do different things. We made a corporation and we're all some of the richest people in the world right now. I didn't steal or hurt anyone. I just used my talent to get a life that I can hopefully be proud of someday," Caleb said.
Wow. That was impressive.
"The fact that you wouldn't steal for your father says volumes to me, Ryan. I know you're going to be someone epic one day. You just have to decide what kind of epic you want to be," Caleb said.
"Your expectations are a little high, aren't they?" Ryan snorted.
"Not at all," Caleb said.
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"I know you're out there, even though you're like a fucking cat," Ryan said from his dark room.
Anna cursed herself. She should've known he'd hear her if he was really supersensitive like she was.
She was still pondering her failure to 'sneak' when he grabbed her arm and twisted her inside the room, closing the door and locking it before she had a chance to take a breath.
"You're sneaky. But you're fucking hot," he said, his eyes flashing in the dark before he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
"Are you a mindreader, too?" Anna asked, flipping him around so he was pressed against the wall now.
"We'll have plenty of time to play cat and mouse, but you didn't come here to fight," Ryan said picking her up by her thighs and putting her legs around him.
Oh, he thought he was in control, did he?
Not on her time. But she simply clamped her legs around him and busied herself pushing his jeans down to free his cock letting him see that he didn't have to hold her up.
"You've got thirty seconds to..." Anna started, but he already had the condom on and was inside her completely. "Oh..."
"I only get thirty seconds to what?" Ryan asked, peeling her tank top off and licking her nipples.
"Make me cum the first time," she said, bucking her hips and squeezing her cunt around his dick.
She didn't expect him to be able to do it, but he matched his thrusts and started fucking her at a pace too fast for her to even deny. Ryan was hitting all the spots in a rapid succession and she found herself biting down on his shoulder. He groaned and she kissed him quiet and shuddered against him.
"You can have as long as you want now," Anna said.
"We'll try the bed this time," Ryan said.
"Hell yeah we will," Anna said.
Before they could start the second round, the familiar knock sounded on the door.
"Fuck. Busted again," Anna muttered.
"Anna Stern. Put your clothes on and come out of there right now or we'll get the hose again."
"Sorry," Anna said, kissing the panicked look off his face. "I think they have some kind of 'sex alarm' on me. They never let me have any fun and dude, that was so fun."
Ryan opened his mouth to say something and she saw his cock was still rock hard despite the interruption. She pulled her shirt over her head with one hand and put her fingers on his thick shaft, working her perfected skill before covering his mouth with her now free hand to muffle the sound of his climax grunt.
"Anna. NOW," Kirsten insisted. "Don't make me come in there."
"Is she going to..."
"You'll get a morning lecture from Sandy and it'll be mortifying but they haven't put a chastity belt on me yet, and I always use a condom," she said, pulling her shorts back on and hurrying to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She put on the best 'apologetic' face and unlocked the door. "Kirsten, I'm sorry..."
"I swear we're going to put a sex alarm on you," Kirsten frowned, taking her by the elbow and guiding her back to the girls' wing.