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Ismile as I watch her, from the moment she exits her room to her paranoid walk through the campus at night.
She looks over her shoulder twice at the slightest noise.
Silly girl. No one on campus would dare touch her.
They know she’s mine. While I’m not known for the kind of unhinged actions that keep the wolves at bay, I am one of Markus Goltz’s friends.
People generally assume that I’m crazy by osmosis, or at the very least, that I’ll happily set Markus on anyone who displeases me.
They’re not wrong.
“Dude, are you logged on to campus security?” Nate asks, peeking over my shoulder, the dick.
I shrug. “And?”
He chuckles. “And you need to give me access. I also have a nerd to stalk.”
I consider him, considering. “What’s it worth to you?”
He sighs. “Can’t you do it ’cause you like me?”
I chuckle. “I might if I did like you.”
In truth, Nathaniel Carmichael is just about the only shark I can stand, so I’ll likely send him a link eventually, but I decide to make him sweat first.
On my screen, Lily’s talking to the guard at the gate, arguing with him. Shit, I should have warned him to expect her. But to my surprise, the guy buzzes her through. We pay for state-of-the-art security and they just let some chick pass? I wonder what she said to him.
Lily has no issue finding the Shark House, and she enters the juvenile code the current president set up before crossing the lawn next to our Olympic-size heated pool.
A few seconds, minutes at most, and she’ll be here. She can likely already hear the music blasting through the lounge. I pocket my phone and move through the throng of dancing bodies to grab myself a drink, ignoring Nate, who follows me with a knowing grin.
“So smooth,” he praises. “So casual. One would think you don’t even know she’s coming. You forgot all about it.”
I shrug. “Not all of us are into making chicks freak out, Carmichael. No wonder you can’t get laid.”
“Excuse you, I just fucked three chick and a guy upstairs, while you watched,” he reminds me.
“If you think I was watching you, you’re sincerely deluded. No one wants to see your tiny balls.”
He gasps and starts to whine, just like I knew he would. “You know I’m sensitive about nut size, dick! Besides, I make up for it with my eight-inch cock.”
“If you say so.”
I’m barely paying attention to his rant as my eyes take in the woman who walks into our house, dark hair in a messy bun, wearing the same beige A-line skirt and teal blouse she had on all day.
She tugs the sleeve of the first guy she comes across and gets to her tiptoes to speak to him over the beat blasting from our speaker.
Understandably misunderstanding the situation, as he’s plastered, high, and everyone else is here to party, Hayden effortlessly lifts her up and kisses her, hips grinding against hers.
I laugh as I watch her freeze first, then push against him, shrieking so loud I can hear her over the music.
“Let me down, you brute! Let me go!”
Hayden’s a gentle giant, and has never so much as said a mean word willingly, so naturally he does as he’s told.
I watch him make confused apologies as she barges through the room, intent on putting as much distance between them as possible.
Poor Hayden. Thankfully, he’s being dry humped by Rachelle already so he’ll be over the rejection by the time he sucks her tits.
I watch Lily’s annoyance switch to determination when she spots me by the big keg. She marches forward.
“Your roommates are barbaric.”
I can hardly argue when I’m in complete agreement, so instead, I say, “No red lipstick?”
From the way her eyes widen, I can tell she genuinely forgot, but she’s too proud to admit to any wrong. “So what? A blowjob feels the same either way. Let’s get it over with.”
“Oh, Lily darling,” Nate says, shaking his head. “Did you have to try to wear the pants? Now, he’s gotta make a point.”
My friend knows me well. “Very well, Lily darling,” I say, echoing the nickname, even if I hate that Nate came up with it. It suits her well. “Get on your knees, then.”
She knows exactly what I’m demanding. Her lips part as she looks around to my house and our guests, all dancing, and not-so-discreetly fucking over sofas, behind curtains, while dancing.
I’m not sure she even sees the sexual display.
The music, the packed rooms, the throng of moving bodies everywhere conceals it well.
All she notices is that there are far too many witnesses for a good girl to get on her knees right here.
She’s smart enough to not bother acting like she thinks I might mean elsewhere. I want her right here.
“No. I’m not going to be known as the campus whore.”
I chuckle. Every single guest here except her would never dare say a single word of what’s going on behind closed doors.
Frankly, I shouldn’t even have let her in without an NDA, but this party’s pretty tame.
It’s not a Heritage-only gathering; girlfriends, boyfriends, and close friends are welcome today, so nothing ought to be too sensitive down here.
Those who don’t want to be watched by non-members are fucking upstairs in the study.
“Are you going back on our deal twice, Lily darling?” I ask softly. “Because the way I see it, you agreed to get to your knees with those pretty red lips ready for me anytime, anywhere I ask. Your lips aren’t red. Are you also arguing the location?”
She opens her mouth and closes it. “Does—” She clears her throat. “Does anyone have lipstick I can borrow?”
“Oh, no. I might have let you do that if you’d been a good girl and said you were sorry for forgetting my stipulation. But you chose to sass me instead. You will get on your knees, or you will renege on our deal. Let me make it quite clear that doing so means I could renege on mine.”
In actual fact, I never would go to Mummy and Daddy to demand that a girl be expelled because she refused to suck my cock in public, but Lily doesn’t know that. What matters is I could.
Her green eyes flash with so much anger I can attest that it’s not actually possible to kill anyone with a look. If it were, she would have managed it a moment ago.
I watch her drop down, eyes still darting left and right. No one’s really paying us any attention other than Nate. Blowjobs are honestly no big deal to any of us, public or no. There are at least three other people getting sucked in this lounge, though in the dim lighting, I’m sure Lily missed it.
I don’t help her. I let her open my fly, pull my chinos down to my knees, then my boxers. I don’t miss her surprise as my cock springs free, pointing straight at her nose.
Green eyes seek mine, as she wordlessly asks what she’s supposed to do with that thing. I try not to be too smug, bringing my beer to my lips.
“Well?”
Lily treats my cock like it’s a loaded weapon, clearly nervous. At first, I think it’s still about the audience, but as she tentatively brings her lips to the tip and sucks, I get it. She’s not used to this.
“How many cocks have you sucked, Lily darling?” I ask her.
She glares up at me, eyes narrowed and proudly states, “One.”
I manage not to laugh.
I knew she was innocent, but one? Fuck me, she might as well be a virgin.
“And were you just as bad at it then?” I tilt my head.
She snorts. “It wasn’t bigger than my mouth.”
Nate sighs. “Don’t give him a bigger ego, please.”
I chuckle. “You mouth will manage just fine. I’m sure you can open it wider than this. Think burger, not petit fours.”
But Lily’s not really trying, I can tell. She doesn’t use her hand, barely sucks, and is more interested in looking around than at my poor, neglected dick. Growing softer, I sigh, and turn back to the drinks, lifting my pants up.
“What—” she says.
“The deal was rather simple. I asked for you to come when called and suck me wherever I ask. I asked for red lips. I asked for enthusiasm. You fulfilled one out of four requirements. I fulfilled all mine, and promptly, if you recall. I’m not going to bother with a shit blowjob.”
She inhales sharply. “I didn’t mean—I can—”
“No.”
Back on her feet, she grabs my sleeve. “Wait. I just—” She bites her lower lip. “I haven’t done this much. And it fucking stresses me out to do it here.”
“Was anyone watching?” I challenge, knowing that the answer is Nate and no one else. “Or judging?”
She shakes her head. “I guess…I don’t get why they aren’t watching.”
“Because some of us aren’t prudes. Good night, Trueman.”
“Please,” she whispers. “I can do better. I will, I swear.”
I consider my options. I could let her off the hook.
I could just fuck her face and get it over with, rather than letting her work out how to suck a cock when she clearly hasn’t done much of that.
But this entire dynamic between us isn’t working.
She acts like she’s a victim submitting herself to my depraved demands, as though she didn’t get the better end of our bargain by a large margin.
I could have demanded to fuck her ass every day for the entire year and she would have said yes.
We both knew that in December. She needs to remember it.
“Next time,” I tell her, turning on my heels to head upstairs.
I give it five minutes before I start watching her return towards the dorm. She starts to cry in the elevator. By the time she’s in her room, behind her locked door, she’s shaking, bringing her knees to her chest.
I don’t often watch her in her room. I only set up the cameras for her safety after reading her ex’s unhinged threats to drag her back home before she blocked him.
I struggle to convince myself to remain where I am. I wanted to teach her a lesson, yes, but this reaction is a million miles away from what I would have expected.
Of course she’s losing it, dick. She thinks you’ll get her expelled.
I open my texts, and write quickly.
Me: Practice on a banana. A big one. Use your hands. Eye contact would be nice. And you can drool—moisture helps you and me.
It takes several moments, during which I watch her stop crying to stare at her phone. A sigh of relief I don’t hear escapes her lips.
Lily: Thank you.
She’s thanking me for giving her blowjob tips. I groan as I throw my phone onto my bed.
The whole botched blowjob debacle ought to have put an end to my interest in that woman. She sucks at sucking. I bet she’s also a dead fish in the stack. I should not care one way or another.
I look down at my cock, hard all over again now that I’m imagining her practicing for me. “Well, that plan sucked.”