“I was fifteen, and she was twenty. I told her I was a senior about to leave for college.” I smirk, remembering how slick I thought I was.
“Oh my god.” Belle laughs. “Of course you did.”
Nate continues, trying to contain his laughter, unlike Leo, who’s dying in the corner. “They have sex, and then she finds out his real age a few weeks later, just as camp is ending. So, knowing she’d never have to see us again since she was going back to Germany, she told all the girls in our grade that she heard Jackson Peters had herpes and that his dick was so small that when it got hard, it was no bigger than her thumb.”
Belle spits out the wine she’d just gulped and widens her eyes. “Sorry,” she says, wiping up her mouth as her chest starts vibrating with laughter.“This is not a joke, right?” she cries.
Seb shakes his head, confirming.
“That is the best story I’ve ever, ever, ever heard in my life, and I’m keeping it in my back pocket for when I need payback for something. You just gave me the best ammunition of my life.” She chuckles.
I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t even that bad.”
It was fucking terrible.
Seb smirks. “Oh please, you went into hiding and attempted to dye your hair before school started.”
Belle leans back, her body still shaking from laughter.
I bend down and bite her ear. “Keep laughing, sweetheart. See what happens.”
She wiggles her behind, and I have to suppress a moan. I’ve been hard all night with her in my lap. “What are you going to do,lover boy?” she whispers. “Or should I call youlittle dick?”
“Oh, that’s it.” I take her glass from her and place it on the table, then stand and throw her over my shoulder. “Goodnight, assholes. I’m about to remind my girl of the real size of my dick.”
“Oh my god, put me down, you Neanderthal,” she cries, slapping my ass in protest, but I can hear the laughter in her voice.
“Your dick?” Leo calls, and I hear Seb’s deep laughter echo through the space.
Shit.
“You mean, Snake?” Nate calls, laughing alongside the other two.
Belle stills in my arms. “What. Did. They. Just. Say?” she yells in excitement.
“Don’t fucking listen to them.” I run into the house. When I see them again this weekend, they’re fucking dead.
“We’ll tell you Saturday,” Leo screams to Belle.
Over my dead body. She’ll never let me live the nickname down once she hears the story.
I’m keeping her far away from those fuckers this weekend.
“This was a very embarrassing day for you, Jack. First Queen, now this. What’s next?” She chuckles, squirming around.
I slap and grab hold of her ass. “Shush it, you, or you’re going to get it.”
“Mmm,” she moans. “I was counting on it, Jack.”
Of course she was… my beautiful, perfect, B.
* * *
“Morning, sweetheart.” My eyes still closed, I moan, taking in the burning sensation running through my body.
Belle’s plush lips are wrapped around my cock, drinking me down the back of her throat. Sucking hard but slowly, twisting her hand in rhythm with her mouth. I can already feel my balls tightening, ready for release.
She does this to me every time, and for once, I want it to last longer than two seconds. Never has this happened in my life, except this week with her. I’m a crazed man, obsessed with my beautiful B.
