I can’t think straight, as his hand strokes over it. It hardens even more as his hand slowly strokes it.
My core reacts with complete lust. My sex life wasn’t bad. I’m open in the bedroom. I’d try almost anything just to see what it feels like, and my libido is off the charts. When it comes to sex, I can be a little wild, in fact. I don’t mind if things get a little rough there, it’s only when it spilled outside the bedroom that it became a problem.
Not that Charles or my boyfriend before him was anything exciting in bed. They were so caught up on their own pleasure, they didn’t even care to ask if I enjoyed myself. I had to take to getting myself off in private. God forbid I ever tried to ask for anything outside of what they wanted.
His hand works over his cock. Focusing on how it has a slight curve and a big vein running down it, I feel myself getting wet.
I shouldn’t be turned on right now. Not after everything that happened just a few weeks ago. Yet, the sight of his giant cock has me dripping. The thing would split me open. It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen, besides a gag gift dildo. How did he ever manage to fit that in a woman and not kill her?
“See?” His voice is low, heavy with lust. “Not so tiny.”
I’d roll my eyes at his cockiness, but he’s kind of earned the right to be.
I was extremely wrong. Ben Parker’s cock is not tiny.
FOUR
Prue doesn’t speaka word as my hands stroke over my cock. Her eyes are like saucers as she watches me jerk off. It makes me grow harder, to the point it almost hurts.
“You can get closer,” I say with a smirk, not that she can see it. Her eyes are fixated on my dick. “It doesn’t bite.”
Without a word, she drops to her knees. That’s a sight within itself. Beautiful Prue, in her pleated skirt and tight turtleneck, on her knees before me is an amazing sight.
Her caramel hair falls forward as she brings her head level with my cock. Licking at her glossy lips, I can almost feel her breath on the tip.
My strokes increase in speed. I’d much rather have her touching it, but I’m not about to push the girl who seems to be recovering from domestic violence. I’m not that big of an asshole.
Bumping into her so soon after last night was not my plan. After my mother ran off to her class, I stayed put, drinking mycoffee tucked in a corner. The universe just happened to deliver Prue to my feet.
I noticed her asshole of an ex and his friend early on. They oozed a level of smugness that made me instantly hate them. Frat boys who had daddy’s money to piss away.
I have a problem with elitist men like them. They walk around like their shit doesn’t stink and their cocks are larger than they ever are. Counting on their family’s money to buy them whatever they need and getting them out of anything. It’s frustrating we must live in a world where they get to be the top dog and piss on everything around them. It gives them a sense of entitlement and turns them into assholes.
Sure, I’m an asshole too, but I have the cock to back it up. I don’t dress up my bad behavior as something it isn’t. I own the fact I’m a terrible person, not act like I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread.
When she walked in, I didn’t believe my luck. It took a great amount of focus for me to stay sitting. She is trouble. I smelt it on her last night, and when she walked in, in another short skirt and tight shirt, I knew it wouldn’t be wise of me to talk to her.
She is chaos and destruction. Whatever drama she is involved in is not healthy for me. Years of doing stupid shit has taught me to ignore the urge to walk into the eye of a storm, but with her, it feels impossible not to get sucked up into it.
Watching that jerk approach her made me uneasy. I could feel the rage rolling off her and his smug attitude left a sour taste in my mouth. When she tensed up at the sound of his voice, it took the thought of Wes’s disappointment to keep me grounded.
I wanted to intervene. The image of his smug smile dropping when he realized I knew her filled me with glee. But I remembered the bruise on her face and if he was the one to cause it, there was a good chance I’d kick his ass right there with far too many witnesses.
I shouldn’t have gone out after her, but I was concerned. I owed it to Cameron at the very least, to see if she was okay. Or at least that was going to be my excuse.
Then she got annoyed by my mere presence and I couldn’t resist the temptation to get under her skin. Her attitude is almost addictive. Watching her eyes roll excites me. It shouldn’t, but it’s like two globes of sky twirling, pulling me in. The snide comments that seem to always follow, sting in the best ways.
She knows exactly what to say back. Holding her weight against my witty remarks turns me on more than it should. I’m not used to someone matching my energy in such a way.
It’s intoxicating. I want more of it. More of her.
I don’t normally chase girls. Don’t normally need to, but with her, I’m willing to.
That is probably a bad sign, but as her hand lifts toward my cock, I find I don’t care. Not even Wes’s voice in my head, screaming that this is only going to end badly can get me to walk away right now.
I need her to touch me.
“May I?” she asks. Her voice is low, so soft and seductive. Her eyes look up, peering up at me for a moment, before dropping back to my cock, that is just fractions of an inch from her hand now.
