Chapter 3 #3
“Jesus,” someone says. “What did the building do to you?”
My foot stops mid kick. I drop it to the ground, hoping whoever is standing there just walks away. It’s bad enough I have to go to school with these people, but if any of them witness me falling apart, I don’t think I’ll survive the rest of the semester.
“I know I said you were a bitch, but isn’t this taking it a little too far?” My head glances over to see light blond hair. Blinking out a few tears, I let Ben’s soft features come into focus. “Are you okay?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Go away,” I groan.
Ben isn’t the last person I want to see right now, but he isn’t high on the list either.
“Who was the guy?” His head jerks back toward the coffee shop. “Ex-boyfriend?”
“Please,” I mutter. “Just leave me alone.”
“I could kick his ass.” He steps closer to me. “Judging by your reaction to whatever he had to say, and the bruise under your eye, he probably deserves a good ass kicking.”
I sigh, taking a step back from the building. Wiping under my eyes, I study Ben.
Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve seen him. My brother toured with him and dragged me along to a few of the dates. He seems different compared to then. Maybe it was all the lights and rock and roll setting, but he looked tougher then. Now, in the light of day, I can see just how skinny he is.
His blond hair shags down in small waves.
Not long, but in a tussle messed, nonetheless.
His blue eyes are dark, like sapphires. Fair skin and a boyish face make him seem far younger than I know he is.
Up close like this, when he is wearing dark jeans and a hoodie with some design on it, he doesn’t look like the famous guy I see in magazine or on TV.
Or like the guy I saw backstage flirting with girls.
He looks like your average young adult now.
Just your standard guy, who is offering to defend me.
It's a tempting offer. One that no one else has made. Why would he? It makes no sense, but part of me considers letting him hurt Charles. Give Charles a taste of what he dished out on me. Only, I know Ben probably doesn’t mean it.
Even if he does, I can’t let him get involved.
That will only cause more problems for me down the road.
“I have no clue what you are talking about,” I counter after a moment. “What are you even doing here anyways? Dropping off some college girl you fucked?”
He chuckles. “I was meeting my mother for coffee before her class.”
“Your mother?” It’s hard to picture him as anyone’s son, but now that he mentioned her, and the fact she has a class, I can clearly picture her. Like vividly. “Is your mother Joan Parker?” I ask.
“Yes.” He nods.
“I took her class last semester.”
Now that I know this, the resemblance seems almost uncanny. He looks a lot like her, down to the small nose and rounded cheeks. His jaw is sharper, and his eyes darker blue, but I can see her in him.
“How was it? Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t want the illusion I have of her to be ruined.”
“She was great.”
“Can you believe she raised me?” He laughs, running his hands through his hair. “She moved out here a little after I got signed, hoping to be closer to me after my father died, but I’m always touring.”
“You should spend more time with her. She really cares about you.” I try to keep the bitterness from my voice. Mrs. Parker talked fondly of her son in class. Never mentioned he was a famous rock star, but nonetheless she did mention him.
“Probably,” he agrees. “Are you okay?” His eyes roam over my face.
“Just peachy,” I respond. “But I’m about to be late for class.”
“Ditch.” His lips curve into a sly smile. “We could get that coffee we talked about last night.”
“What would your mother say about you telling one of her students to ditch school?”
“Ex-student,” he counters with a smirk. “And look at me, do you really think she would expect anything else from me? I don’t really scream good influence, do I?”
“You must have given her such a hard time as a kid.”
“Oh, you can only imagine. I don’t think she has slept a full night since the day I was born.”
“Poor woman.”
“Join me for coffee. We can make that ex of yours jealous.”
“No thanks,” I say, walking past him.
I expect him to stay put or go his own way, but he surprises me by falling in stride beside me.
“Was he the one who hurt you?”
“No.” I shake my head. I’ve come to terms with the fact that lying about it is better than talking about it. New people didn’t need to know the truth. It was better they didn’t see me as pathetic as I am.
“No?” he presses.
“Does it matter?”
“To me, yes.”
“Why?”
“I’m an asshole, but even I know to never put hands on a woman. There is a line and if a guy crosses it, I have no problems ridding the world of them.”
“Listen, Ben, I’m sorry about last night, okay? I was just…”
“No, you aren’t,” he cuts me off.
“Yes I am.”
“You seemed to rather enjoy going off on me last night. You even went so far as to slap me.”
“You called me a bitch!” I stop walking and turn toward him. The anger I’d felt toward Charles moments ago begins to surface again. This time, though, it feels safer to direct it at Ben.
“And you aren’t sorry.” The corners of his mouth turn up. My eyes are drawn to his lips. They are a light pink, and I’m reminded of the theory that a man’s lip color matches the tip of his dick. I wonder if that’s true.
It was about Charles and the ex I had before him, and if it’s true about Ben, I’m not sure I would mind having his cock in my mouth. I meant what I told him last night. I enjoy sucking dick. I am not some boring girl in bed, I’ve just not had the liberty of getting to fuck as many people as him.
God. I need to get laid. I’m going insane.
“Fine. I’m not sorry. In fact, I kind of want to do it again.” I fold my arms over my chest as I start walking again.
Matching my pace again, he keeps up with me.
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow as if challenging me.
“But I won’t. Now if you don’t mind, I have a class to get to,” I say firmly as we step onto campus.
“Lead the way.” He waves his hand forward.
“What?”
“Lead the way,” he repeats himself.
“You don’t go here.”
“Some kids ditch, others drop in for a free class.” He shrugs.
“Why are you bothering me?” I groan.
“It’s not every night an attractive woman slaps you in the face and says your dick is tiny.” He smirks. “Hurt my ego. Now I’m forced to bother you until you let me prove how wrong you were.”
“Okay.” I stop walking outside of a restroom door. “Prove it. Let’s go in here and you can whip your dick out. Show me just how not tiny it is.”
His eyes light up. The blue darkens as his jaw locks shut. His Adam’s apple tenses up as he stares at me. I watch as he processes what I just said. Tilting his head to the side, so the door to the bathroom is in his line of sight. Though his eyes don’t completely move from me.
It feels strange to have his eyes on me. A little intense, but I refuse to be the first one to look away.
“No?” I press, rising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter, Ben? Worried in the light of day your cock won’t measure up to the game you’re talking?”
“Oh, no. It will measure up just fine.” He grins.
“So?”
“So.” He nods, breaking eye contact to really take in the door behind me. “Ladies first.”
I step into the bathroom, leaning against the sink as he walks in after me. He locks the door behind me before stepping in front of me.
“I didn’t take you for a dirty girl.” He glances around. “Did you ever fuck your ex in here?” His eyes drift back to me.
“No. And if you could stop mentioning him that would be great. Thanks.”
“Yes. Of course.” He nods. “I mean, once you see my cock, I’m sure you’ll forget all about him. This may be cathartic for you.”
I roll my eyes, and he smirks in response.
We stand there, just staring at each other for a moment. His eyes are zoned in on me, as if he isn’t sure whether he hates me or wants to fuck me.
I’ve seen that look before. My throat seizes up. I grip the edge of the counter behind me as my eyes fill with tears.
I blink. The feeling of my body being tossed around like a rag doll makes my lungs throb, behind the rib cage that is still sore. I see Charles standing over me, with a look of pure hatred and power.
Another blink and instead of dark hair and tan skin towering over me, I see Ben’s light hair and soft features studying me.
I try to even my breath, hoping Ben doesn’t notice me freaking out.
I’m not her anymore. I’m different now. Stronger. A bitch. I have the power now. There is a famous rock star standing in front of me, ready to show me his dick.
“Prue? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I snap, folding my arms over my chest. “Are you going to show me or not?”
His eyes dart down for a moment, taking in my arms pressed against my breasts. I’m not well endowed there, but they are perky enough to be something men have stared at from time to time.
When his eyes glance back up to me, I can’t help the warm feeling that settles in my stomach. His ocean eyes are full of waves of lust.
“Where did you go?” he asks, instead of doing what we came in here to do.
“What do you mean?” I pull away from the sink, straightening my back. “I was giving you a moment to pull your dick out.” I shrug.
“Sure.” His lips curve up slightly, as he takes another step toward me. “You know my band, right?” I nod. “And you know of Wes, the lead singer?”
“Yes, who doesn’t? He is talented and handsome and extremely nice.”
He chuckles. “Then you know that his girl, Abbey, was attacked recently, right?”
“Yeah, and?”
“She does that sometimes now.”
“Does what?”
“Disappears inside her head.”
“I didn’t disappear.”
“No?” he presses, taking another step closer. “Didn’t get flooded with flashbacks?”
“No.” I shake my head.
I have no idea why he is suddenly so interested in me.
Last night he was such an asshole, but right now, he is kind of acting like a decent person.
Like someone capable of caring. I don’t like it.
I don’t need him to care about me. Assholes are easier to deal with.
The idea that a nice person might live inside the cocky exterior of Ben Parker shatters the illusion I have of rock stars in general.
Besides Wes. Everyone in the world knows Wes is a great guy.
Nearly killed the guy who attacked Abbey Dark.
Them getting together is the closest the world will get to peace.
They deserve each other. Abbey deserves to be loved by a nice guy for a chance.
They both have earned the right to be happy.
To be together. To be loved. All things I’ll probably never get.
“Liar,” he says softly.
“Can you just show me your dick, so I can get to class?”
“Tell me,” he says, reaching down to the front of his jeans. My eyes watch as he undoes the top button. I force my eyes to drift back up to his face. “Do you often inspect men’s cocks?”
“No.”
My heart is racing in my chest. His eyes are so full of desire. I’ve never been looked at like this before. I’m not a prude by any means, but I’ve only been with two men. They both claimed to find me very attractive, but they never looked at me the way Ben is right now.
“I want you to get a good look at it, Prue.” He goes on, tugging down his zipper.
“Touch it if you must.” His hand slips into his pants.
I can’t look away as he shifts his hips.
“Do whatever you have to, to make sure you’re able to form a good opinion of it.
I want to know exactly what you think about it.
Maybe you can leave me a review or type me up an essay, since you seem to be such a good student. ”
Pulling his cock out, my eyes widen. To say it’s not tiny is not doing it justice. The thing is thick, and long. I wouldn’t say it’s dangerously long, but long enough to make a girl feel slightly uneasy. But my God, the girth of the thing is overwhelming.
Ben isn’t thick anywhere else, which makes his dick look even larger. He probably has a BMI in the single digits, but whatever his muscle mass is, his cock probably accounts for most of it.
I can’t think straight, as his hand strokes over it. It hardens even more as his hand slowly strokes it.
My core reacts with complete lust. My sex life wasn’t bad.
I’m open in the bedroom. I’d try almost anything just to see what it feels like, and my libido is off the charts.
When it comes to sex, I can be a little wild, in fact.
I don’t mind if things get a little rough there, it’s only when it spilled outside the bedroom that it became a problem.
Not that Charles or my boyfriend before him was anything exciting in bed. They were so caught up on their own pleasure, they didn’t even care to ask if I enjoyed myself. I had to take to getting myself off in private. God forbid I ever tried to ask for anything outside of what they wanted.
His hand works over his cock. Focusing on how it has a slight curve and a big vein running down it, I feel myself getting wet.
I shouldn’t be turned on right now. Not after everything that happened just a few weeks ago.
Yet, the sight of his giant cock has me dripping.
The thing would split me open. It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen, besides a gag gift dildo.
How did he ever manage to fit that in a woman and not kill her?
“See?” His voice is low, heavy with lust. “Not so tiny.”
I’d roll my eyes at his cockiness, but he’s kind of earned the right to be.
I was extremely wrong. Ben Parker’s cock is not tiny.