Bully King - J.A. Huss Page 0,102
of her pussy and gently open her up so my tongue can slide in and caress her sweet spot. She wriggles, her fingertip caressing a line from my neck to my shoulder, so softly that I shudder under her touch as I memorize her taste.
“Please, Cooper,” she begs. “Now. Please.”
I want to eat her out forever. Just lick her until she comes. But I don’t want to deny her anything either. I made a lot of mistakes with this girl. Enough for several lifetimes. And now… all I want to do is everything she tells me.
She is tight when I enter her. And her back arches up, her fingernails no longer gentle as she digs them into my upper arms. Like she’s clinging to me. Like I am her lifeblood and we are meant to be together like this, always.
It’s a slow fuck. With lots of kissing, and eye contact. I never want to stop looking into her eyes. We don’t talk. There’s a lot to say, but it can wait.
We just move against each other, drawing our togetherness out in a way that makes me want to stop time and stay like this forever.
But the climax is too tempting. The release necessary.
And when it comes, everything feels new again.
We didn’t sleep afterward. Just stayed still for a little bit. Then she got up and started ordering me around like a queen.
No. Not just any queen.
My queen.
“Where are we going?” I didn’t want to go anywhere. Least of all to meet Dante. But Cadee insisted. And she promised I would be very happy by morning.
“Will you just relax?” She’s got my hand and she’s dragging me across High Court College campus via the woods. We pass the old cottage that Lars, Ax, and I called home for the past three years. I can barely remember the anger inside me that day.
Over what? A couch? A dorm? It makes no sense now, but it felt like the end of the world at the time.
We pass through the wall and enter the prep side of campus. And we keep going. “Are we going to the inn?” I ask, trying to figure this out.
“Trust me,” Cadee says, glancing sideways at me.
“I trust you. Hell, it’s not every day a queen climbs up into the king’s tower offering to slay a dragon. You are gonna slay a dragon, right? I’m expecting something big like that. Something very cinematic. Is Dante the dragon? If so, I might slay him myself.”
“Keep talking, tough guy.”
“Seriously. We’re nearly to the parking lot. Where are we going?”
“What do you usually find in a parking lot?”
“I could’ve just stolen my father’s truck if you wanted to drive somewhere.”
She drags me through the parking lot. There’s only one car out here. It’s two-thirty in the morning. And it’s a piece-of-shit blue Camaro that probably ran out of gas on the main road and coasted in here, because it’s parked all crooked.
But it soon becomes clear that we are making our way towards this heap. And we’re about twenty feet away when the engine roars to life.
“What the—Ax?” I laugh. “What the hell is happening?”
He grins evilness. But it’s an evilness I recognize as happiness on my best friend. Then I see Lars in the passenger seat wearing mirrored sunglasses that glimmer from the street light overhead.
Ax gives the Camaro some gas and it backfires, then roars with the threat of a V-8 engine.
Ax winks at me. Then his door opens with a loud creaking squeak, and he works an ancient switch on the side of the seat to make it flip forward. “Like my new ride?” Then he nods to the back seat. “Get in. We got people to see.”
Lars is out of the car too, and Cadee is sliding into the back.
“I don’t think I can fit back there,” I say.
“Pussy,” Lars says.
“What the hell is happening? Where did you get this car? And where are we going? I’ve been at home for four days, not four years.”
Ax claps me on the back. “A lot has happened in those four days.”
I squeeze in the back and Ax slams the front seat back, hitting my knees. The space is so small—like what the hell were car makers thinking in the Seventies? Two-door cars that seat four has to be one of the dumbest ideas ever.
Then he punches the gas as the car lurches forward. Lars laughs. “I think you just ate ten dollars’ worth of gas to do that, dumbass.”
“Where did