Chapter 4
FOUR
Prue doesn’t speak a word as my hands stroke over my cock. Her eyes are like saucers as she watches me jerk off. It makes me grow harder, to the point it almost hurts.
“You can get closer,” I say with a smirk, not that she can see it. Her eyes are fixated on my dick. “It doesn’t bite.”
Without a word, she drops to her knees. That’s a sight within itself. Beautiful Prue, in her pleated skirt and tight turtleneck, on her knees before me is an amazing sight.
Her caramel hair falls forward as she brings her head level with my cock. Licking at her glossy lips, I can almost feel her breath on the tip.
My strokes increase in speed. I’d much rather have her touching it, but I’m not about to push the girl who seems to be recovering from domestic violence. I’m not that big of an asshole.
Bumping into her so soon after last night was not my plan. After my mother ran off to her class, I stayed put, drinking my coffee tucked in a corner. The universe just happened to deliver Prue to my feet.
I noticed her asshole of an ex and his friend early on. They oozed a level of smugness that made me instantly hate them. Frat boys who had daddy’s money to piss away.
I have a problem with elitist men like them.
They walk around like their shit doesn’t stink and their cocks are larger than they ever are.
Counting on their family’s money to buy them whatever they need and getting them out of anything.
It’s frustrating we must live in a world where they get to be the top dog and piss on everything around them.
It gives them a sense of entitlement and turns them into assholes.
Sure, I’m an asshole too, but I have the cock to back it up. I don’t dress up my bad behavior as something it isn’t. I own the fact I’m a terrible person, not act like I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread.
When she walked in, I didn’t believe my luck. It took a great amount of focus for me to stay sitting. She is trouble. I smelt it on her last night, and when she walked in, in another short skirt and tight shirt, I knew it wouldn’t be wise of me to talk to her.
She is chaos and destruction. Whatever drama she is involved in is not healthy for me. Years of doing stupid shit has taught me to ignore the urge to walk into the eye of a storm, but with her, it feels impossible not to get sucked up into it.
Watching that jerk approach her made me uneasy. I could feel the rage rolling off her and his smug attitude left a sour taste in my mouth. When she tensed up at the sound of his voice, it took the thought of Wes’s disappointment to keep me grounded.
I wanted to intervene. The image of his smug smile dropping when he realized I knew her filled me with glee. But I remembered the bruise on her face and if he was the one to cause it, there was a good chance I’d kick his ass right there with far too many witnesses.
I shouldn’t have gone out after her, but I was concerned. I owed it to Cameron at the very least, to see if she was okay. Or at least that was going to be my excuse.
Then she got annoyed by my mere presence and I couldn’t resist the temptation to get under her skin.
Her attitude is almost addictive. Watching her eyes roll excites me.
It shouldn’t, but it’s like two globes of sky twirling, pulling me in.
The snide comments that seem to always follow, sting in the best ways.
She knows exactly what to say back. Holding her weight against my witty remarks turns me on more than it should. I’m not used to someone matching my energy in such a way.
It’s intoxicating. I want more of it. More of her.
I don’t normally chase girls. Don’t normally need to, but with her, I’m willing to.
That is probably a bad sign, but as her hand lifts toward my cock, I find I don’t care. Not even Wes’s voice in my head, screaming that this is only going to end badly can get me to walk away right now.
I need her to touch me.
“May I?” she asks. Her voice is low, so soft and seductive. Her eyes look up, peering up at me for a moment, before dropping back to my cock, that is just fractions of an inch from her hand now.
“Sure.”
I don’t know what I’m giving her permission to do right now, nor do I care. I’d let her do just about anything to me. She has no idea how much power she has over me at this exact moment.
She pulls her hand away, and I bite my lip to keep back the protest that wants to slip out.
Then she spits on her hand, lifting it back toward my cock. I grip the base of it, holding it steady as she wraps her soft, wet hand around the middle.
“Oh.” She gasps, letting her hand slide up toward the tip.
“Oh?”
“It’s heavy.”
“Heavy?”
She nods her head, working her hand back down toward where mine is.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.” Her eyes glance up at me. “It’s thick, but I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
No woman has ever mentioned the weight of my cock before, and I’m not sure if it’s a complaint or a compliment. No way of knowing if I should be insulted or proud.
“No. I don’t think so,” she whispers.
Leaning her head forward, she opens her mouth, allowing spit to dribble between her lips onto my cock. I barely hold back the groan that threatens to escape my mouth.
She works her hand over it, and I let go of my grip, allowing her to fully get acquainted with it. Spitting into her other hand, she adds it to the mix. Both her hands work up and down my shaft, slowly, almost painfully slow.
My balls ache and she must be able to tell because she lets one hand drop down to them. Squeezing them with her palm, she lets her fingers rub the area they meet my cock.
I’ve been with more women than I care to count. Hand jobs and ball squeezing are nothing new to me. I even let a girl put a finger in my ass once and didn’t hate it, but right now I’d let Prue peg me if she wanted. Her hands feel that good.
Gripping both my balls and cock tighter, her eyes dart up to me. Pale blue eyes stare into mine. She isn’t angry or full of rage right now. I think she is more turned on than me at this moment.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. God yes.” I nod my head eagerly.
“You like my hands on your cock and balls?”
“I can’t imagine any man wouldn’t like it.”
“But are you any man?” She smirks up at me.
“No,” I admit. “I’m just an asshole with a fat cock.”
“Yes,” she nearly moans in agreement.
“I want to fuck you,” I mutter. “Can I please fuck you, Prue?”
“No.” She shakes her head, letting her short locks wave through the air. “No way that’s happening. I’m just examining it, remember?” She shifts back, releasing my balls. Her grip loosens on my cock, and I groan.
“Wait,” I say quickly. Panic is kicking in. She is about to leave me with blue balls and I’m in no mood to have to work to find another girl to take care of it. “Okay. Just. Fuck.” I mutter, unable to think straight, as her strokes grow even slower. It’s teasingly pleasurable.
“Maybe,” she says, grinning up at me. “Since I’m supposed to be getting a real honest impression of the thing, I should taste it.”
“Yes. You should.”
“But I suppose the point has been made. I was wrong. You do not have a tiny dick.”
“Prue,” I mumble. “I’m at your mercy here. Please don’t stop.”
I’m normally above begging, but something about this girl is fucking with my head. Blame it on my need to self-destruct or maybe it’s just how good her hands feel. Who knows, all I know is I need her to keep touching me.
“Did you mean it?” she asks as she tightens her grip again.
“Mean what?”
“That you would kick his ass?”
“Yes.” I nod. “You finish me off and I will track him down and bash his fucking skull in.”
“So violent.” She smiles up at me.
“Do you like that?”
“A little. You were wrong about me being a bitch, but I think I could get used to being one if it means I get to have control over powerful men.”
“Oh no, baby.” I laugh. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”
“No?” Her other hand grabs my balls again. A groan falls from my mouth as my eyes flutter. “I think it might.”
“Sure. Yeah. Whatever you want, just please…” My voice trails off as she quickens her strokes.
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“Yes. Fuck. Please. Whatever you want, just wrap those pretty little lips around my fat cock and make me cum.”
“Anything I want?”
“Yes.” I peer down at her.
“I’m going to hold you to that, Ben,” she says softly, before letting her lips wrap around the head of my cock.
Her jaw slacks open as she slowly devours it. Letting her hand grip the base as she eases her way down, she lets her other hand gently play with my balls.
Water fills her eyes as I fill up her mouth. Girls rarely take more than a third of it in their mouths. I might not have the longest cock in the world, but the thickness can be a little overwhelming.
I’ve had to master the art of oral sex and foreplay to make sure girls were turned on enough to step up to the challenge of taking it. Once they got used to feeling me stretching them, they tend to find themselves addicted to it.
But blow jobs weren’t often given. Or at least not for long. They’d barely be able to take the thing, tapping out before I could get off. I can’t complain, I enjoy sex more anyways.
So as Prue pushes her head further down my dick, taking over half of it in her tight little mouth I realize I was also wrong. She does know how to please a man.
“Jesus,” I groan as the tip of my cock presses against the back of her throat. She gags for a moment, pulling back a bit, before pressing forward again.
She lets me slip down her throat and I moan. I could explode right now if I wanted. Have I ever been this far down a woman’s throat before? I highly doubt it, at least not since before puberty, but I don’t allow myself to think that far back right now.
Her eyes flicker up to mine as I let my thoughts come back to the present moment.
“Guess I was wrong too. You do know how to suck cock.”