Hayden’s a gentle giant, and has never so much as said a mean word willingly, so naturally he does as he’s told. I watch him make confused apologies as she barges through the room, intent on putting as much distance between them as possible. Poor Hayden. Thankfully, he’s being dry humped by Rachelle already so he’ll be over the rejection by the time he sucks her tits.
I watch Lily’s annoyance switch to determination when she spots me by the big keg. She marches forward.
“Your roommates are barbaric.”
I can hardly argue when I’m in complete agreement, so instead, I say, “No red lipstick?”
From the way her eyes widen, I can tell she genuinely forgot, but she’s too proud to admit to any wrong. “So what? A blowjob feels the same either way. Let’s get it over with.”
“Oh, Lily darling,” Nate says, shaking his head. “Did you have to try to wear the pants? Now, he’s gotta make a point.”
My friend knows me well. “Very well,Lily darling,” I say, echoing the nickname, even if I hate that Nate came up with it. It suits her well. “Get on your knees, then.”
She knows exactly what I’m demanding. Her lips part as she looks around to my house and our guests, all dancing, and not-so-discreetly fucking over sofas, behind curtains, while dancing. I’m not sure she even sees the sexual display. The music, the packed rooms, the throng of moving bodies everywhere conceals it well. All she notices is that there are far too many witnesses for a good girl to get on her knees right here.
She’s smart enough to not bother acting like she thinks I might mean elsewhere. I want her right here.
“No. I’m not going to be known as the campus whore.”
I chuckle. Every single guest here except her would never dare say a single word of what’s going on behind closed doors. Frankly, I shouldn’t even have let her in without an NDA, but this party’s pretty tame. It’s not a Heritage-only gathering; girlfriends, boyfriends, and close friends are welcome today, so nothing ought to be too sensitive down here. Those who don’t want to be watched by non-members are fucking upstairs in the study.
“Are you going back on our deal twice, Lily darling?” I ask softly. “Because the way I see it, you agreed to get to your knees with those prettyredlips ready for me anytime, anywhere I ask. Your lips aren’t red. Are you also arguing the location?”
She opens her mouth and closes it. “Does—” She clears her throat. “Does anyone have lipstick I can borrow?”
“Oh, no. I might have let you do that if you’d been a good girl and said you were sorry for forgetting my stipulation. But you chose to sass me instead. You will get on your knees, or you will renege on our deal. Let me make it quite clear that doing so means I could renege on mine.”
In actual fact, I never would go to Mummy and Daddy to demand that a girl be expelled because she refused to suck my cock in public, but Lily doesn’t know that. What matters is I could.
Her green eyes flash with so much anger I can attest that it’s not actually possible to kill anyone with a look. If it were, she would have managed it a moment ago.
I watch her drop down, eyes still darting left and right. No one’s really paying us any attention other than Nate. Blowjobs are honestly no big deal to any of us, public or no. There are at least three other people getting sucked in this lounge, though in the dim lighting, I’m sure Lily missed it.
I don’t help her. I let her open my fly, pull my chinos down to my knees, then my boxers. I don’t miss her surprise as my cock springs free, pointing straight at her nose.
Green eyes seek mine, as she wordlessly asks what she’s supposed to do with that thing. I try not to be too smug, bringing my beer to my lips.
“Well?”
Lily treats my cock like it’s a loaded weapon, clearly nervous. At first, I think it’s still about the audience, but as she tentatively brings her lips to the tip and sucks, I get it. She’s not used to this.
“How many cocks have you sucked, Lily darling?” I ask her.
She glares up at me, eyes narrowed and proudly states, “One.”
I manage not to laugh.
I knew she was innocent, butone? Fuck me, she might as well be a virgin.
“And were you just as bad at it then?” I tilt my head.
She snorts. “It wasn’t bigger than my mouth.”
Nate sighs. “Don’t give him a bigger ego, please.”
I chuckle. “You mouth will manage just fine. I’m sure you can open it wider than this. Think burger, not petit fours.”
But Lily’s not really trying, I can tell. She doesn’t use her hand, barely sucks, and is more interested in looking around than at my poor, neglected dick. Growing softer, I sigh, and turn back to the drinks, lifting my pants up.
