Sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves, he makes my body hum and my head spin. I can’t comprehend what is up or down with his tongue against my pussy.
“So delicious…almost sweet,” he growls against my wet folds, and I swear his voice could be as good as Roger my vibrator.
“Oh… Oh…” I fist the sheets, thrashing against them like a helpless animal that’s being sacrificed.
His tongue starts to move faster, flicking my clit hard, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the scream that threatens to escape. Oh, fuck. I’m coming. I can feel it pulsing, building up, the pressure becoming too much.
“Warren…” I scream his name as I fall apart. Light flashes before my eyes and my hips lift. I feel nothing and everything all at once. There is a buzzing in my ears, and as I drift down from my high, I find Warren is no longer between my legs but standing. The juices of my release coat his lips, and this strange, twisted part of me wants to kiss him. To taste myself on his lips.
“Keep your legs fucking closed. Your pussy is mine to eat, fuck, and play with, no one else better touch you. I’ll kill them and make you watch.”
He can’t be serious, but judging by the look in his eyes, he is. My gaze drifts down to his crotch, a significant bulge remains there. I wonder if he’s going to find some girl to suck him off or go back to wherever it is he stays and fuck some random chick. The thought hurts me more than I want to admit.
“Until next time,” he smiles and walks to the door. Once he’s gone, I remain on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There are a thousand emotions lying dormant inside me, a million thoughts swirling, but all I can think about is… why does he hate me so much? What did I do to him?
Flipping the page of the textbook, I try my best to follow what professor Brice is saying. I’ve always been good in school, straight A student and all. I got here on an academic scholarship after all, but with everything going on, my mind is just too busy to concentrate on school. It’s like I’m developing a form of ADHD which I’ve never had in my life.
Warren hasn’t only gotten under my skin, he has weaseled his way into every part of my life, my every thought, even my dreams at night. There is no escaping him, which was his plan all along.
“Hey,” the guy sitting two seats down from me calls, trying to get my attention. He’s been staring at me for the better part of an hour, but even that is easily forgotten with Warren invading my mind. I pin the scrawny guy with a glare, wondering what the hell he wants from me. Doesn’t my face say it enough: don’t talk to me.
“What?” I ask in a harsher tone than necessary.
“Aren’t you, Harper?”
“Yeah, that’s my name. Do I know you?”
Leaning in a little closer so no one else can hear, he asks, “No, but James told me what you do… that ah, you know… for twenty dollars.”
Huh? It takes me a moment to let his words sink in and understand who and what he is talking about. James? He must be the guy from the party, and true to his word, he is spreading rumors about me. Great, that explains why Warren told me to keep my legs closed. He probably heard the same rumor and assumes the worst. Of course, he does…
“Listen, the truth is James asked me to suck him off. I agreed, you know just for fun, not for money because I’m not a whore. But when he got his dick out, it was just so small, I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, seriously, it was the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen. Probably considered a micro-penis.” The guy’s mouth pops open, shock riddling his features. “So that’s why he started the rumor about me giving him a blow job for cash because he’s just mad and embarrassed that he has such a small penis, and I laughed.”
“Well, I don’t have a small penis. So, will you give me a blow job? You know, just for fun?” His cheeks redden, and I can tell this isn’t something he does often. Nonetheless, he’s being a douchebag by asking me to suck his dick as if this is a damn service I’m running.
“No,” I snap, and return my eyes back to my book.
What an ass.
Ten minutes later, Professor Brice dismisses the class, and I quickly gather my stuff and shove it in my backpack. Without looking at the guy again, I scurry out of the room and down the hall. Thank god this was my last class for the day because I can’t wait to get home and just relax. There are way too many things on my mind right now.