Chapter 4 #2
Her blue-sky eyes sparkle, looking up at me. Allowing me to slip down her throat even more, her hand drops from the base of my cock. Suddenly her lips are pressed against my groin, and I’m seeing speckles of blue dance in a sea of darkness.
“Fuck,” I hiss as her cheeks flex. She pauses before slowly easing back so just half my cock is in her mouth. Then just as quickly as she does that, she has the whole thing back in her mouth. “Okay. Fuck. Baby. I don’t know if I can…” My voice trails off as I moan.
She bobs her head a few more times, making me moan almost nonstop. The feeling is out of this world. I’m not sure I’ll be able to recover from this. No girl’s mouth will ever compare. Prue has ruined blow jobs for me.
It’s perfectly on point. She is a bitch but fuck if she hasn’t earned that right.
Her eyes glance up at me. Glazed over with lust that probably mirror my own.
“I’m going to cum. Jesus,” I mutter. The pleasure overwhelms me.
Her lips press against my groin again, as she flexes her cheeks. Her hold on my balls tightens and I explode down her throat.
A fury of moans pour from my mouth, echoing off the walls of the bathroom. I can feel her throat constricting as my load slides down it. She doesn’t release me until my cock starts to go limp.
Pulling back, she sucks in a deep breath, as drool coats her chin and lips.
“Thank you,” I mumble like an idiot as I try to catch my breath.
She smiles at me. Pride and lust mixing in a way that makes my soft cock throb.
“You get an A on size alone, but I’m giving you a C on duration. I barely started sucking, and you blew your load.” She laughs lightly, rising to her feet.
“I apologize for that.” I tuck my cock back into my boxers, doing up my pants. “I just can’t recall the last time a girl has deep throated my cock.”
“Oh.” Her smile widens. “Does that mean I get an A as well?”
“Oh yes. You earned yourself an A plus and gold stars to match.” I smirk. “Now why don’t you prop yourself on that counter and let me examine you?”
She shakes her head. “I’m late for class.” She runs her hands through her hair before spinning around to face the mirror. She wipes drool off her face.
“Ditch it. I have a feeling the things I could teach you are far more beneficial for you than any class here.”
“Ha.” She glances back at me. “Are you implying I’m only good for one thing?”
“Not at all. You have three holes.” I smirk.
Rolling her eyes, she strolls to the door of the bathroom. “See you around, Ben.” She unlocks the door. “Or hopefully not.” Shrugging, she walks out.
The door slams shut behind her, and I freeze for just a moment. Wes’s voice babbles away in the corner of my mind, warning me not to go after her. I ignore it, sprinting out the bathroom.
For once I want a girl’s number. I need more of her. If her mouth feels that good, I can only imagine the things she could do with her other holes.
She is speed walking toward a building. I jog to try to catch up to her, nearly stumbling into random people. I don’t pause to let them recognize me. Don’t need any fans bothering me right now. I need the girl who doesn’t want me, in good ole Ben Parker fashion.
“Prue?” I call out as I enter the building.
I lose sight of her. The halls are mostly empty. Dozens of doors line the hallway. I have no idea which one she is in, or if she just used this building to cut through to get to her classroom, while trying to lose me.
This is my opportunity to come to my senses. I could just turn around and walk away. Go out tonight and try to find another girl to distract myself with. Call Wes and have him remind me why getting involved with chaotic women is bad. Instead, I start peeking into classroom windows.
I spot her caramel hair in the fifth room I check. She sits in the middle section, a few seats in.
I let the door thud loudly behind me as I enter it. Eyes glance toward me. The teacher looks up but doesn’t stop talking. He must assume I’m a student. I try not to let that hurt my rock star ego.
Prue doesn’t look back, but it doesn’t matter. The whispers behind her must tell her who I am, because she ducks her head down.
Making my way to her, I squeeze past a few other students. I ignore their groans as I make my way down the row she sits in. Lucky for me the seat beside her is empty. I plop down into it. She still refuses to look in my direction.
“Hello,” I whisper. “You tried to escape me.” I wag my finger at her, like she is a bad dog. Or a bitch if you would. “That was very rude.”
“First, I’m a bitch, now I’m rude?” she whispers back. Irritation laces her voice and makes me irrationally happy.
“And in between you had my cock down your throat.”
The faintest shade of pink takes over her fair skin as her head turns toward me. Her blue eyes sparkle as if recalling what just happened minutes ago.
“What was I then?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
“Good to know.” Her head turns back toward the teacher.
“Give me your number.”
“Shh… I’m trying to pay attention.”
“Write your number down.” I tap her open notebook, right over little doodles that show she hasn’t been paying attention at all.
“No.”
“I will make a scene,” I warn. Her head snaps to me.
Her eyes turn into daggers. “I will do it. I have nothing to lose here. This is your school, your class, and I am a famous rock star. Someone starts recording and we make a splash on all the gossip sites. You’ll never be able to escape my glorious shadow. ”
“If I give you my number, I won’t be able to escape either.”
“Not true. Once I get what I want, I get bored quickly.”
Her eyes do loops as she shakes her head. “Was a blow job not enough?”
“No. Not by a long shot.”
The whispering behind us grows louder as more people start to place me. She glances back for a moment.
“Seems we already started to attract attention.” She shrugs.
“Maybe I don’t care about losing anything this place holds.
” Her eyes rest on the back of the head of some guy.
The glare she gives him is far worse than any time she glared at me.
I quickly piece together that he is her shitty ex from the coffee shop.
“Okay.” I nod. “But remember I warned you.” She looks back at me. I smirk as I push myself to my feet. “Hey,” I yell out. Eyes turn to me, and the teacher pauses, looking my way.
“Yes?” the teacher asks.
“What class is this?” I ask, glancing down at Prue as her face starts to turn pink.
“Shouldn’t you know that?” the teacher questions. Clearly, he is annoyed already. Sadly for Prue and him, I’m just getting started.
“Fuck it.” I shrug. “I’m not a student here.
I lost the need for books once music entered my life, but then I met Prue.
” I motion at her, and she rolls her eyes for the hundredth time.
“Prue, you have stolen my heart. I can’t take another second of not being with you.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Please make me the happiest rock star on the planet and marry me. ”
Once again, her eyes spin. I glance around to see a bunch of eyes glued to us, including her ex-boyfriend. I smile at him, while he stares on, stunned.
“Can you take this outside?” the teacher remarks.
“No. I’m not leaving until she answers me. Think of the baby, Prue,” I add, watching her eyes widen. “We could be a family.”
“It isn’t yours,” she replies, without missing a beat.
“I’ll raise a bastard,” I reply quickly, as the corner of her lips curve up. “Be a better father than that jackass of an ex of yours could ever be. You know I’m so much better in bed than that limp dick mother fucker.”
“That’s enough!” the teacher yells. “Leave this classroom right now or I will call security.”
“I’m not scared of campus security. Nothing scares me but being without Prue.”
The teacher rushed out of the classroom, probably to go find campus security.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see people pulling out their phones. Prue glares at me, though there’s a flicker of amusement beneath her fury.
“Prue, what the fuck is going on?” Her ex stands at the end of the row we are in. He is fuming, and it makes me even more determined to get her phone number. Can’t leave her to fend for herself against the bastard. Especially after causing this scene.
“Listen, dick, you might not want to come any closer,” I snap at him.
“And why is that?” He smiles smugly. “You think I won’t press charges if you lay a finger on me? I got better lawyers than some loser guitar player.”
“I think I’d pay good money to get my hands on you,” I reply, turning back to Prue. “Number. Please.” I tap her notebook again.
She studies me and I meet her eyes straight on. I can feel movement behind me. Pretty sure her ex is coming closer despite my warning. What an idiot.
I wouldn’t mind beating his ass, but I’d rather not end up in prison. He seems to be aware of who I am. His threat of having better lawyers is meaningless when he’d have witnesses to prove what I did was not warranted.
“What the fuck is going on here, Prue? Have you been screwing him this whole time?”
“No,” she replies loudly, but I don’t think it’s to his question. “I’m not giving you my number, but I will take yours.” She holds her pen out to me. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll call you.”
Behind me her ex makes some comment, but I ignore it for the sake of not ending up in prison for beating his ass. Instead, I grab the pen from her hand, bending forward to scribble my number in her notebook.
“You have two days to call me before I come and hunt you down. And Prue, you don’t want me to have to hunt you.”
“And why is that?” she asks with a smile.
“Because if you thought this was a scene, you have no idea what I’m capable when left waiting for too long.
” I smirk, backing up. I purposely make a point of bumping into her ex behind me.
“And you,” I say, without even facing him, “better keep your distance. You don’t want to find out what I do to pieces of shit like you. ”
“Is that a threat?”
“No. That’s not a threat at all.” I smile, squeezing past him. I climb up the stairs toward the door I entered, just as security enters the room from below.
Ducking into the hallway, I stroll casually out the building before anyone can think of following me.
I have no idea what I just got myself into, but boredom has led me to worse places than a pretty girl with great deep throating skills.