She bobs her head a few more times, making me moan almost nonstop. The feeling is out of this world. I’m not sure I’ll be able to recover from this. No girl’s mouth will ever compare. Prue has ruined blow jobs for me.
It’s perfectly on point. She is a bitch but fuck if she hasn’t earned that right.
Her eyes glance up at me. Glazed over with lust that probably mirror my own.
“I’m going to cum. Jesus,” I mutter. The pleasure overwhelms me.
Her lips press against my groin again, as she flexes her cheeks. Her hold on my balls tightens and I explode down her throat.
A fury of moans pour from my mouth, echoing off the walls of the bathroom. I can feel her throat constricting as my load slides down it. She doesn’t release me until my cock starts to go limp.
Pulling back, she sucks in a deep breath, as drool coats her chin and lips.
“Thank you,” I mumble like an idiot as I try to catch my breath.
She smiles at me. Pride and lust mixing in a way that makes my soft cock throb.
“You get an A on size alone, but I’m giving you a C on duration. I barely started sucking, and you blew your load.” She laughs lightly, rising to her feet.
“I apologize for that.” I tuck my cock back into my boxers, doing up my pants. “I just can’t recall the last time a girl has deep throated my cock.”
“Oh.” Her smile widens. “Does that mean I get an A as well?”
“Oh yes. You earned yourself an A plus and gold stars to match.” I smirk. “Now why don’t you prop yourself on that counter and let me examine you?”
She shakes her head. “I’m late for class.” She runs her hands through her hair before spinning around to face the mirror. She wipes drool off her face.
“Ditch it. I have a feeling the things I could teach you are far more beneficial for you than any class here.”
“Ha.” She glances back at me. “Are you implying I’m only good for one thing?”
“Not at all. You have three holes.” I smirk.
Rolling her eyes, she strolls to the door of the bathroom. “See you around, Ben.” She unlocks the door. “Or hopefully not.” Shrugging, she walks out.
The door slams shut behind her, and I freeze for just a moment. Wes’s voice babbles away in the corner of my mind,warning me not to go after her. I ignore it, sprinting out the bathroom.
For once I want a girl’s number. I need more of her. If her mouth feels that good, I can only imagine the things she could do with her other holes.
She is speed walking toward a building. I jog to try to catch up to her, nearly stumbling into random people. I don’t pause to let them recognize me. Don’t need any fans bothering me right now. I need the girl who doesn’t want me, in good ole Ben Parker fashion.
“Prue?” I call out as I enter the building.
I lose sight of her. The halls are mostly empty. Dozens of doors line the hallway. I have no idea which one she is in, or if she just used this building to cut through to get to her classroom, while trying to lose me.
This is my opportunity to come to my senses. I could just turn around and walk away. Go out tonight and try to find another girl to distract myself with. Call Wes and have him remind me why getting involved with chaotic women is bad. Instead, I start peeking into classroom windows.
I spot her caramel hair in the fifth room I check. She sits in the middle section, a few seats in.
I let the door thud loudly behind me as I enter it. Eyes glance toward me. The teacher looks up but doesn’t stop talking. He must assume I’m a student. I try not to let that hurt my rock star ego.
Prue doesn’t look back, but it doesn’t matter. The whispers behind her must tell her who I am, because she ducks her head down.
Making my way to her, I squeeze past a few other students. I ignore their groans as I make my way down the row she sits in. Lucky for me the seat beside her is empty. I plop down into it. She still refuses to look in my direction.
“Hello,” I whisper. “You tried to escape me.” I wag my finger at her, like she is a bad dog. Or a bitch if you would. “That was very rude.”
“First, I’m a bitch, now I’m rude?” she whispers back. Irritation laces her voice and makes me irrationally happy.
