“Okay. You got what you wanted. Can you leave me alone now?” she asks, and I cup her face.
“Sorry, I can’t do that, Rowyn,” I say truthfully, and she puts her hands on her thick hips in protest.
“What can I do to make you stop?” she asks as a smile spreads across my face.
“What can you do so I will leave you alone? Hmm… anything?” I ask, and she nods.
“Yes, I just want to be left alone to live my life without disruption,” she pleads.
“Okay...” I trail off, stepping back so my eyes can take in her body. I drag my fingers around the curve of her waist, over the sides of her full tits, and up to her chin, lifting it up to look at me. Her eyes slam up to mine and all I see is hope and want, with a shard of sadness deep within her hazel orbs. I lick my lips and bend slightly so I’m a feather away from her plump lips. The smell of her strawberry gloss makes me groan. “I’ll leave you alone if you get on your knees and suck my cock,” I whisper, gliding my lips across hers. She stills for a fraction of a second before she parts her lips, letting me slide my tongue inside her mouth. She opens a little more and swirls hers around mine so subtly that I have to chase her to deepen the kiss. Reaching into my back pocket, I take out my phone and place it on the shelf above her head.
Opening the screen and sliding to video mode, I press record. Her teeth grazing my bottom lip distracts me, forcing me back to her as her hands slide up my ribs. I pull back and wipe my bottom lip. “So? Do we have a deal?” I ask, and she blinks, taking a deep breath, then nods, sinking to her knees.
I unbutton my jeans and she pulls down the zipper, taking my hard cock out of my boxers. I look down at her as she stares at my dick. “I guess I should’ve warned you that I’m pierced.” I chuckle, but she says nothing, she just stares and runs her fingers gently over the bars lining my shaft. I hiss when she wraps her lipsaround the tip and swirls her tongue around the first bar.
“Mm, take me deeper, Rowyn. Let’s see how that throat feels,” I command, grabbing a fistful of her hair, shoving her down my length. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” I praise, tightening my grip while guiding her head up and down my cock. She swallows around me, causing me to moan deep in my chest. “Gag on that shit. You fucking fat slut,” I spit, shoving her face all the way down so that her nose hits my pelvis. She thrashes against me, but I don’t care. Her mouth feels so fucking good. I look up at the camera and smirk, then take my other hand and hold her face while I thrust in and out of her mouth and down her tight throat. “Take it, bitch! Be a good little Shadow Mouse and choke on it!” I growl, pounding into her at a brutal pace. “Look at me!” I command, and her eyes fly up to mine.
Spit drips down her chin and black mascara runs down her cheeks. Damn, she looks fucking gorgeous. The way she takes this pounding. Fuck! “Let’s remember something, Rowyn. First lesson of the day!” I growl, tightening my hold as I sink deeper into her throat. “You exist quietly. You survive by staying small,” I grunt, as my balls lift and the familiar tingle rushes up my spine, causing me to grit my teeth. “You are noticed only when I choose to notice you, Shadow Mouse, and until then, I will hunt youuntil—Fuckkkkk,” I groan as she thrashes, sinking her nails into my thighs. I growl, ripping her off my cock and painting her face with my cum. Biting my bottom lip, I slap her cheek with my dick, making sure to smear every drop into her skin.
Once I’m satisfied, I let go of her head and push her away, making her fall back on her ass. “Such a fucking mess.” I smirk then tuck myself back in my jeans and snatch my phone from the shelf.
She wipes her mouth and tries to get to her feet but I press my hand against her shoulders. “Stay where you belong,” I command, then back up towards the exit. “See you soon,” I tell her as she narrows her eyes at me. I then unlock the door and step out into the hallway. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot, but I don’t care. No one would believe her anyway.
The video ends and I darken the screen. Tomorrow is another day, and I’ll stop at nothing to make sure she’s the one tutoring me. But first, I need to find out why Elliot was with her and what his plans are.
five
Rowyn Hale
Questions
Misti is at volleyball practice tonight so I’m all alone in our dorm for at least a few hours. I had no idea she played a sport until I saw her getting ready. I miss playing field hockey. It feels like forever since I’ve held a stick in my hand. My advisor told me I should try out when the coach posts about it next semester. I shrugged her off because that was something that brought me happiness in high school. Except good things never last, so I would rather not go down that path again if I can help it. I clear my throat and wince. Jesus, Kade did a number on me. I was so stupid to think he would actually leave me alone if I gave him head.So fucking stupid.Boys like him don’t make good on their deals; they take everything they can get and spit you out like you're nothing.But I am nothing.Bringing myhand up to my neck, I rub my sore throat, wishing I had something to soothe it. Nothing seems to work. Not hot tea or ice cold water. I don’t get it, but it’s pissing me off. Suddenly, a knock at my door has me jumping out of my skin.
Rolling off the bed, I pull my shirt down and push my hair out of my face as I walk to answer it. Swinging the door open, my eyes widen when I see Elliot standing there with a brown bag and a styrofoam cup.
“I come bearing gifts. May I come in?” he asks, and I nod, stepping out of his way. He walks past me, and I blink.Is he really here? What the fuck?
Shutting the door behind me, I fidget, wrapping my arms around my waist. My shirt rides up, and I immediately pull it down, but his eyes snap to my thighs and now I feel even more vulnerable than I did seconds ago. “Um, what are you doing here?” I ask as he takes the contents out of the bag and places them on my bed.
“Come on, get in this bed and let me take care of you,” he states, patting my comforter.
“What?” I say, because what the fuck? And he huffs, walking over to me. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bed then places his hands on my hips. Once again, my shirt rides up as he gently pushesme down.
“Your voice was raspy today in class, and I noticed you kept rubbing your throat. So, I thought I’d be a nice guy and bring you some stuff to make you feel better,” he says, and my eyes widen. I clear my throat and wince, because fuck, it really does hurt so fucking bad.
“Well, thank you. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble just for me,” I say, and he shakes his head.
“No trouble at all. I just know when I don’t feel good I just want to be home, and with us being here, I imagine it is far away from home for you. So here. Take these,” he says, handing me a few pills from the bottle he opened along with the drink in the cup. I take the pills and place them on my tongue and suck from the straw. Sweet tea. I groan, and he clears his throat. He takes the cup, and I slide under the covers, watching every move he makes. Next, he hands me a container of chinese wonton soup and a spoon, then pulls out a container of his own. I scoot over and he sits down next to me. I’m so fucking confused as to why he is being so damn nice to me but I dip my spoon into the broth and bring it to my mouth, swallowing the warmth down my throat.God, that feels so good.“Is it good?” he asks, and I nod.
“It is. Thank you again. You really didn't have to do this,” I say, and he shrugs.
“Eat up,” and I do just that. Once I’m finished, I go to get up but he places his hand on my arm, takes my empty container, and puts it in the bag. “So, how are you liking Lockridge so far?” he asks, and I laugh.
“Aside from your friends making my life hell, it’s okay,” I answer truthfully, and he nods.
“Eh, it’s not so bad. It could be worse,” he answers. Maybe he’s right. Things can totally be a lot worse. “Has anyone caught your eye yet?” he asks, and I immediately shake my head. I’ll never admit that I’m intrigued by him and his friends so I lie.
“No. I don’t have time for boys. I’m here to get my degree and live my life to the fullest,” I tell him, and he quirks a brow.
