Brutal Heir (Court University 1)

He sucked, a grin and a pop as he pulled my digit out, then chewed the food I gave him. After, he took a napkin, rubbing his mouth, and my brain radiated, my insides twisted and chest fucking heaving. I couldn’t breathe.

Especially when he kissed me.

He pulled my head forward, a small kiss to my brow before standing up. He ran a thumb across my bottom lip. “Good little dove.”

Good little dove… What the fuck?

And I’d played right into it, had the nerve to burn and feel his lips on my brow after he walked away. He passed my roommates on the way out, and how did I know? Because they squealed as they made their way over to me.

“My God, was that Knight Reed?” Sophie asked, her lunch tray in hand. She and the others got Chick-fil-A and immediately crowded around me. “I heard there’s like a building named after him.”

“After his family.” Keisha squealed, pumping her little fists before facing me. “But still! Ah! Why was he here? And did we just see him kiss you? Are you dating? What the fuck?”

“We’re not dating,” I quickly cut, Knight at the entry doors and pounding a couple other guys’ fists. They all had a silver ring on like him, but before he left, he threw an arm around a girl. He got another on his other side, and that’s when he left, the whole party leaving the cafeteria. I frowned. “We just know each other from a long time ago.”

“Um, need to know! Oh my God.” Haley basically melted in her chair, another squeal before facing me. “He’s so loaded. So… hot. My God, how could you not tell us you know him?”

No, that man thought he was a god, and what did that say about me?

I’d let him suck my finger in front of the whole cafeteria…

Then had the nerve to get turned on by it.

Chapter Six

Knight

I grunted, spilling between Melrose’s perfectly plumped lips. I fought a good dick sucking for a couple of days, but in the end, texted her.

I kept thinking about that mouth.

Greer had stood up to me the other day, something I wasn’t particularly used to and hadn’t enjoyed. Shoving my dick inside Melrose now seemed to be the only way to relieve a raging hard on that’d been recurring lately, no matter how many times I rubbed one off, the very thought of Greer and her attitude giving me a semi. A good cock suck would keep the thing at bay for a little while, better than my own hand.

At least that was what I hoped.

My eyes rolled back as Melrose finished the job, taking all my cum and running her tongue along the shaft after she was done. I fell out of her mouth with a pop, and when she lay on my bare chest, she folded her fingers. “Good?”

She didn’t know how good, my hand falling to her back. I hadn’t fucked her, didn’t have the stamina. The moment I’d gotten her into my room, I’d forced her to her knees, modeling not the only thing this girl was good at. The girl was grade-A at giving head, something she not only loved to do but came ready whenever I texted. All girls pretty much did, but no girl gave deep throat like her. She moved off my chest to kiss me, but I pulled her back by her hair.

“Homework,” I lied, easing myself up. I found my jeans and shoved them on. “Maybe next time?”

Probably not as I couldn’t get Greer out of my head. I honestly didn’t even know if I could get hard if I called another girl over, but the visions of Greer and those fuckable lips of hers had proved not only to get the job done but bust a nut into Melrose’s mouth as easily as when I was a teenager. I had a feeling I was just biding my time. The more times I did it with Melrose, the less and less simple visions of Greer would suffice. The girl was obviously in my head, and I didn’t have time for it, all this with her ridiculous. I’d checked up on her the other day mostly to keep her mouth shut, but then she’d teased me with that little mouth and the little devil in my cock got excited. He wanted to play the game, play with her.

Christ, would this girl get off my bed?

Urging Melrose, I pushed her away to shrug my shirt on. She came with me, kissing my back, but after I told her I had homework to do again, she finally got up, giving me her little pouty lips and telling me how cute I was that I was being all responsible and shit. That alone had me kicking her out of my fucking house. I wasn’t cute, but whatever she wanted to fucking say. I let her see her way out, and after, I did grab some of my school stuff and head downstairs. I guessed Greer’s comment got to me a little bit about being a dumbass, and I could technically afford to put in a little more effort when it came to school. In high school, I’d been awesome at the tech stuff, but as a business major, I didn’t use any of that stuff so much now.

“You cocksuckers better not have drank all my juice,” I chided, seeing some of my frat brothers on the couch. They were playing video games with a couple of girls on their laps, and I tossed my bag on a section of the couch. “Make room.”

They did, groaning as they put my bag in my seat. I’d do work on the couch, but decided to take my juice in the kitchen. No one had gratefully touched it, good on them as they’d live another day.

I stamped a glass on the counter before filling it with OJ, as one of the younger brothers came into the kitchen. He was a new guy, not so much in our circle like those of us from back home, but he was cool, loyal. He had a bag of groceries with him, and when he slid a fresh bottle of OJ across the kitchen island at me, he got even more cool points. I pounded his fist. “Thanks.”

“No problem. I was out so whatever.”

I polished off the one, then replaced its space in the fridge with the new one, closing the door. I started to leave the kitchen before Chad got my attention again.

“I saw that girl you were talking to the other night,” he said, putting his own things away in the fridge now. “That one you and Bryce were both talking to with Melrose?”