Chapter 4
Leni
Well, my Friday night just went from boring to whoring super fast. I’m not mad about it. My mouth waters as I stare through the screen at his thick, veiny cock.
“Your turn,” he practically growls as he strokes his giant girth from base to tip. What I wouldn’t give to ride that thing. I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.
Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I grip the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head. My aching nipples pebble in the cool air, and I run my fingers over them, tugging on the barbells.
“Fuck,” he groans, rolling the word out in his gravelly tone which has my thighs rubbing together seeking friction. “More.”
I smile seductively as I lift my hips and slide my shorts and panties off in one go. Shifting on my bed, I let my knees fall open so he can see how wet I am for him already.
He mutters another curse, his chest rising and falling as he continues to stroke himself. “Goddamn, you’re the perfect little devil, aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” I hum, circling my clit. “Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here.”
He clears his throat, and I wonder if I’ve gone too far, too fast. He’s clearly new to all this, and I don’t want to scare him off, but I’m in the mood to get off, and he’s going to help me get there.
“I—I’d…” He stumbles over his words before exhaling deeply. “I’d play with those fucking gorgeous nipples.”
“Mm…” I purr, sliding both hands up my stomach to tug on my piercings. “Like this?”
“Just like that,” he growls. I clench my slick thighs. Goddamn, his voice is sexy. “I’d tease them with my fingers before taking them into my mouth, biting and sucking on them.”
A soft moan falls from my lips. Even though we’re both wearing masks, I know he’s watching me intently by his uneven breaths and the way his hand has stalled on his cock.
“It feels so good.” I drop my head back as I pinch and roll my fingers over the sensitive peaks.
“If I were there, I’d kiss a path down the valley of your tits, tasting that sweet fucking skin with my tongue.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, tracing the path with my fingers.
“Oh, little devil, once I start, there’ll be no stopping,” he promises. “I’ll nibble on your clit as my fingers press deep inside you. Show me what my fingers will look like disappearing into that wet little pussy for me.”
He leans forward, watching closely as I push two fingers inside my dripping cunt. My lips part in a silent cry, and I circle my clit with my thumb.
“I’ll fuck you with my hand until you beg me to taste you.” He’s getting more confident with his words, and it’s turning me on even more. I’m soaked, and my body tingles with anticipation of my impending orgasm.
“Please,” I beg, riding my fingers. “I need your mouth on me.”
The sound of him spitting into his hand is enough to tip me over the edge, and my stomach clenches as I come so hard my vision blurs.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, stroking myself through the aftershocks.
“Taste yourself,” he grunts, and I force my eyes open to watch in rapture as his hand moves up and down his thick, veiny cock in rapid, rough strokes, squeezing the head on every upward movement.
His abs contract, drawing my eyes to the compass inked onto his skin on his right side. There’s scripture underneath, and I’m momentarily curious about what it says. But then the most delicious noise slips from his lips, and my core clenches in response.
“Are you close?” I pant, still fingering my sensitive pussy.
“So close, little devil,” he groans. “Taste yourself and tell me how sweet it is.”
Shooting him a coy smile, I bring my fingers to my mouth, wrapping my lips around them and moaning as I lick them clean.
“Show me that glistening cunt,” he chokes out, his breathing laboured. “Fuck, show me how wet you are for me.”
Reclining on my bed, propped on my elbows, I spread my legs wide for him and run a manicured finger over my warm heat.
“Is this what you want?” I tease.
His movements become jerky, and with two more strokes, he mutters another drawn out curse as he coats his abs with his release.
My tongue swipes over my bottom lip, my mouth watering at the sight. What I wouldn’t give to be on my knees in front of him, licking him clean.
“Good boy,” I purr, and his gaze lifts from the mess on his abs to meet mine.
“My tempting little devil,” he murmurs reverently, his hand still wrapped around his spent dick.
“At your service.” I blow him a kiss. “Talk soon.”
His eyes widen, but I lean forward and end the call, cutting off his protests.
Removing my phone from the holder, I drop back on my bed, unable to wipe the satiated grin off my lips.
There’s something so satisfying about corrupting an older man, and I have definitely corrupted this man.
He’s never done something like that before, and it won’t be long before he’s begging for more.
I’m about to exit the app when a notification pops up. Smiling wider, I click into my DMs, ready to reassure him that what we did was natural, but the message isn’t from him.
My stomach drops.
@mr_green: How’s my baby girl?
@daring_devil: I’m not your baby girl.
@mr_green: Don’t be like that. I’ve been busy.
@daring_devil: Busy standing me up.
@mr_green: Don’t speak to Daddy like that, baby girl. You remember how red your perfect little arse got after the spanking I gave you last time you sassed me. Meet me tomorrow night. We’ll rent our favourite room and give them a show they’ll never forget.
@daring_devil: Can’t. Busy.
@daring_devil blocked @mr_green
I log off the app and text Willow.
Leni: Take a break from studying tomorrow and meet me for ice cream?
It doesn’t take her long to reply.
Willow: Damn, girl. Who broke your heart?
Leni: I’m allowed to enjoy a treat every now and then.
Willow: Meet you at one?
Leni: Make it ten?
Willow: Done.
Tossing my phone to the side, I flop back on my bed, covering my face with my pillow, my high from earlier completely dissipated.
I am enough just as I am. I am unstoppable in pursuing my goals. I am strong and capable of handling whatever comes my way.
“What’s got you so flustered you’re forgoing your clean eating?” Willow teases as she drops into the seat across from me.
I pull a face and spoon another bite of vanilla swirl into my mouth.
“That bad?” she asks with a raised brow.
“Mr Green messaged me last night.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s bad? I thought you two had a thing going on.”
I huff out a sigh. “Key word being had.”
“Okay,” Willow draws out the word, picking up another spoon and digging into my dessert. “I’m going to need details, because I’m confused.”
My stomach churns, and I swallow down the bile rising in the back of my throat. “I’m done letting men come in and out of my life as they please. I’m sick of feeling like I’m not enough.”
She shoots me a sympathetic look, and I blink back my tears.
“It’s fine,” I say, forcing a smile. “I’m not going to let him stand me up for two months straight and then go running when he decides to show up again.”
“Oh, Len.” Willow reaches over and grips my hand in hers. “Forget about him. He’s not worth your time. It won’t be long until you meet someone worthy of you…” Her voice trails off, her brow narrowing.
I glance over my shoulder to see Theo Walters sitting at the counter staring over at us.
He smirks when he catches my eye, giving me what I’m sure he thinks is a flirty head nod.
My stomach turns, knowing exactly what he’s thinking. The worst thing about being stuck here in Beckford is that no matter how hard I tried to reinvent myself after high school, my past will always haunt me.
Willow emits a soft growl. “Ignore Theo. He’s an arsehole. Getting back to my point, there are plenty of decent guys around campus. We just need to find you one.”
I turn back to her. I’m grateful she’s trying to make me feel better, but she doesn’t understand why boys our age don’t interest me, or how deep my abandonment issues really go.
“Don’t worry about me. I don’t need a man to make me happy.”
A total lie, but I’m not about to confess how fucked up I really am.
“Oh, shit,” she mutters, the spoon paused halfway to her mouth, her eyes locked in Theo’s direction.
“What?” I glance over my shoulder again, then immediately wish I hadn’t.
My heart skips a beat when I lock eyes with Dylan Rourke, the one person I hoped I’d never see again. The one guy I tried to give my heart to, but he shattered it to pieces. He’s the reason I don’t trust any boys our age—they’ll throw you under the bus at a moment’s notice.
I don’t know what I expect from seeing him for the first time in four years, but it definitely wasn’t indifference. He blinks and looks away like he doesn’t even know who I am. It cuts deep.
Yes, I may have lost some weight—thank you to my depression and eating disorder—and grown my previously blonde hair longer and dyed it a flaming red, but I’m still the same person he dated for six months back in high school. Six months. It wasn’t just a fling. I thought I was in love with the guy.
“Do you want to leave?” Willow’s voice breaks me out of my trance, and I nod.
Keeping my head down as we pass Dylan and Theo, I tense when Theo calls out, “See you around, Red.”
I ignore him and allow Willow to hustle me out of the store. “Do you think he’s back for good?” she asks when we’re halfway down the street. “I thought he was at BHU.”
I shrug. “Who knows?”
She studies me. “Are you okay?”
“Me?” I plaster on a fake smile and try to forget that if it weren’t for what Dylan did to me, Willow never would have found me crying in the school bathroom and we wouldn’t have become best friends. “I’m fine. It was just a shock seeing him.”
Willow sighs. “You don’t have to lie to me, Len. I’m always here for you.”
“I know.” Linking my arm in hers, I press a kiss to her cheek. “I love you for that, but I’m honestly fine. Dylan who? It’s all in the past. Let’s keep it there, yeah?”
“What do you need from me?”
“A distraction.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Twenty minutes later, Willow’s proving yet again why she’s my best friend as she pants and puffs her way through one of my more intense yoga routines by the pool. She survives the first ten minutes with minimal complaining, even if she spends more time looking at me than actually doing the poses.
“Why are all your coping mechanisms cardio-based?” She groans, lowering herself from plank with shaking arms.
I snort. “Babe, this is not cardio. Yoga is meditation for your mind, body, and spirit.”
“My triceps hate you right now.”
“Engage your core,” I coach.
“Engage your therapist,” she shoots back as her arms give way and she flops onto her mat with a muffled, “Oof.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, failing to hide the laughter in my voice.
“I’m fine,” Willow says, her face squashed against her mat as she waves me off. “Keep going. I’ll catch up.”
Focusing, I breathe through my next transition, moving into upward dog, then downward dog, while Willow spends a solid thirty seconds trying to push herself up.
Once she joins me in downward dog, I lead her into the lunge transition, stepping one foot forward between my hands, smooth and practiced.
She hesitates a moment, lifting her foot halfway, then dropping it back to the mat and shuffling it the rest of the way in little scoots like she’s trying to park a dodgy shopping trolley.
“Elegant.” I smirk.
“I hope you get a cramp in your glutes,” she grumbles.
We move through Warrior I and II standing poses any beginner can master, and Willow actually looks like she’s getting the hang of it… until I throw in Warrior III.
She lifts one leg, and wobbles.
“Oh, shit,” she cries as she goes down with a thud.
“Willow!”
I rush to her side, but she waves me off.
“I’m fine, but that’s me done.”
“Fair,” I say. “We can finish with some breathwork.”
“That sounds like more my speed,” she agrees, sprawling on her back.
I smile and lie down on my mat next to her, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing.
“Do you feel better?” she asks after a moment.
“A little.” Seeing Dylan brought up some pretty painful memories, but hopefully he’s only back for a short visit with his dad, who’s the Beckford U soccer coach, and I won’t have to see him again.
“Good,” she says, turning to look at me. “Because I will not be doing that with you again in the foreseeable future.”
“Noted.” I laugh, reaching for her hand and squeezing it. “Thank you.”