Chapter 8
EIGHT
I know when I sober up, I’m going to regret calling Prue, but as she sits on the other end of my couch, I feel an odd sense of peace.
At least when it’s a known fact someone hates you, you don’t need to hide any parts of you.
I can be my true self with her. I’m always an asshole, but with her I can be pathetic as well.
We have fallen into a calm silence, watching music videos play on TV.
My vision is growing clearer with every passing moment.
The hangover is just on the horizon, though.
Whenever I finally go to sleep, I’ll wake up feeling worse, but for a moment it feels good to give into the misery.
Let future Ben deal with the fall out of me trying to keep from blowing my brains out.
She eyes me now and then. Either trying to see my reaction to the music video on the screen or seeing if I’ve fallen asleep. I can’t know for sure, but I don’t let on that I’m aware of her eyes on me. I’m not in the mood for one of her snide comments.
“You should sleep,” she finally says. “And I should go.”
“No,” I protest, turning to face her. “Stay the night.”
“No.” She laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I’m not asking to fuck you. I’m afraid I couldn’t get it up if you wanted me to.” I smirk. “Just stay, as a friend.”
“A friend?” Her eyebrow lifts, challenging that idea.
“We could pretend for the night.”
“It’s technically morning.”
“Jesus Christ, Prue, why are you so difficult?”
“Trying to live up to the names you keep calling me.” She smiles, and suddenly I don’t mind how difficult she is being.
That smile is too fucking good to see. I could get used to that smile.
“I have class in the morning and if I’m not getting lucky, what’s the point in staying with a man who keeps insulting me. ”
My eyes light up at the idea of her getting lucky. I could make her feel real lucky. I want to do that more than anything honestly. The alcohol in my system might pose a challenge, but I have more tools than just my giant cock.
“That’s a fair point.” I nod. “I do owe you an orgasm. I’m a big fan of tit for tat.” Her eyes sparkle for a moment, as if the idea of an orgasm from me is the best thing she ever heard. It makes my limp cock tense. Maybe I could get it up for her. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“A deal?”
“Let me get you off and if I fail, I’ll let you leave and never call you again.”
“You just said you were too drunk to get it up,” she counters, a smug little smile on her face.
“I play guitar for a living, Prue, but I know how to strum a pussy better.”
She doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Wheels are turning behind the sky that is her eyes. A layer of desire sits in them, as she chews on her lip for a moment.
“No,” she says softly. “But I will counter your deal.”
“With?”
“Let me suck your cock again. If you can cum, I’ll stay.”
Well fuck me. That’s not the offer I was expecting. My cock is slow to stiffen but still stiffens at the memory of how good her mouth felt.
“Do you have an oral fixation or something?”
“I just like a good challenge.”
I ponder that idea for a moment. The idea of her mouth around my cock is tempting.
It has me slowly growing hard already, but I much rather make her cum.
I want to see what that looks like. Those eyes that do loops whenever I annoy her and try to slice me open every time I insult her must look glorious when she is coming undone.
But even as my cock stiffens, it doesn’t harden completely.
I’m not sure I can get fully hard right now. That happening in front of her is a level of embarrassment I’m not sure I can handle right now.
“I only accept your terms if you get naked first.”
“No,” she says quickly, eyes darting to look at the floor in front of her.
“Why not? You aren’t exactly hiding anything with those tight turtlenecks and skirts you’ve been wearing.”
“I am too,” she whispers.
Oh. I’m a fucking idiot. That shitty ex of hers hurt more than just her face. Those turtlenecks are hiding more bruises.
That idea makes my blood boil with rage. I no longer want her mouth wrapped around my dick. I want his teeth in the gutter. His head on a pike in the middle of that college of hers, full of idiots who side with an abusive punk over her.
“Okay,” I say softly. “Go home, Prue.”
She doesn’t need me making her life any harder than it seems to be right now. There is a pain inside her and I’m not about to intensify it. The best thing I can do is leave her alone.
Her head turns back to me, eyes zeroing in on with a look of pure evil. I shouldn’t like it. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does anyways.
“That afraid you won’t be able to get it up?” She smirks, sliding closer to me. A layer of pain rests behind those evil eyes. I know she thinks she can use me to bury it, only because I want to bury mine inside her too. “Am I not hot enough for you, Ben?”
“No. It’s not that,” I say softly. “I think I’m trying to do the right thing for the first time in my life.”
“The right thing?” she questions.
“You don’t need me making your life any harder.”
She laughs. “You think awfully high of yourself, don’t you?
There is no way you can make my life any harder than it has been.
You don’t have that kind of power over me.
” Dropping to the floor in front of me, she grins up at me.
“I’ve made you cum before. Quite quickly if I recall.
We both know, between the two of us, I hold all the power, don’t I, Ben? ”
I don’t know what part of the situation unfolding in front of me does it, but my cock hardens to full mass.
She stares at the bulge in my boxers, licking her lips and sealing my fate like a fucking envelope. I can’t do the right thing now. Not with her on her knees in front of me, taunting me.
If she wants to use me to bury her misery, she can.
“You really believe that, don’t you?” I smile down at her, reaching into my boxers and pulling out my cock.
Stroking it, I watch her eyes move with my movement.
“You only have as much power as I allow. You’d do well to remember that.
The day you finally let me touch you, I will ruin you, Prue.
No other man will ever make you feel as good as I will. ”
“We will see about that.” She smirks up, her eyes peering up at me.
“Go on then. Show me all that power you are talking about.” I motion to my cock.
She bends her head toward it, letting her hands grip my thighs. Parting her lips, she lets spit dribble onto my length. I use my hand to work her spit down my shaft.
Her tongue licks at the tip. I’m getting harder by the second. Her eyes become saucers again. Fixated on my cock. It almost makes me self-conscious, but I barely get a chance to think about it before she takes me in her mouth.
“God,” I groan. My hand touches the back of her head, needing her to take me deeper.
The way only she can. She flinches, reminding me I’m handling a fragile girl who could bolt at any moment.
“Don’t,” I say softly, letting my hand drop back to the couch.
“Don’t think about that. Stay here with me, baby. ”
Her eyes glance up at me as she sinks her mouth lower, taking more of me into her mouth.
“You are so fucking good at this. Too fucking good.” I dig my nails into my couch, trying to ground myself in the moment.
I wonder if all the bitching she does has helped her with her dick sucking skills. Maybe all that complaining and moaning she does, makes her able to suck cock better. If that’s the case, I’ll never complain about it again.
My eyes shut as she lets me slide down her throat. Her hands rest on my thighs, digging her nails into the flesh. The little bit of pain sends a shock straight to my balls.
I know the minute she lets me return the favor I will have the upper hand but for now, she is right. She holds all the power, and I don’t think I give a single fuck at this moment. Let her have complete control if it means I get to feel like this.
“Prue,” I groan. “I hope you don’t have any tests today, because it’s clear you aren’t going to school today.”
She chuckles around my cock, and I feel it in the base of my cock.
“You don’t care though, do you? Isn’t this better than anything school could teach you?”
She nods, letting her eyes sit on mine for a moment. I barely know this girl, but I can see the lust inked into her light blue eyes. She is enjoying this just as much as I am.
“Yeah. You’d rather have my cock down your throat than sit in a boring classroom.”
Thrusting my hips a little, even though she has me as deep as she can possibly go, I groan as she quickens her pace. Flexing her cheeks as she breathes around my cock.
“It’s nice to know your mouth is multi-talented. You can suck cock just as well as you can bitch and moan.”
Her mouth leaves my cock shocking me for a moment.
“You have no idea how good I can moan.” She smirks, licking her lips.
“I hope to find out one day. Now please, get back to it.”
She grins. “And if I don’t?”
“If you don’t, I’m pretty sure I’ll combust into a million little pieces.”
“So, I do have power over you?”
“Jesus. Yes. Okay? You have a modicum of power over me, Prue. Now please, keep sucking my cock.”
Her mouth widens, as her eyes light up. Quickly, she takes me back in her mouth, pushing forward until she has it all inside of her. Her tongue rubs against the underside as she sucks me harder than before.
She is far too good at this. I doubt I’ll ever enjoy another blow job in my life. Before, they barely did the trick as it is, but now, knowing what she is capable of, they will never compare.
It would be a shame if it wasn’t so fucking good.
I let her go on for a few minutes, fighting back my release to savor it. The desire to show her I’m not some loser who finishes in two minutes every time keeping me from blowing my load. Bad enough I did that the first time.