Page 15 of Brutal Prince

“I was thinking maybe…back to your place. But if you’d rather not.”

“Ah, yeah we can go back to my place.” The light turned green. “So…what...?”

“I want you to fuck me, Ollie.” There I said it. Time was precious in my life. I have assignments to finish and late shifts at Stads for the next few days, not to mention errands I have to run for Mom. If I’m not working, I’m sleeping. I’m unlikely to get an opportunity like this in a while.

“O-kay,” he chuckled. “I was just trying to be a nice guy and-”

“-Don’t be a nice guy tonight, Ollie. I give you permission to be as bad as you want.”

He grunted. “It’s just that you don’t seem like a, you know, an easy-”

“I’m easy tonight, Ollie. Do your best work. Please.” Please.

He mumbled something under his breath, slammed on the brakes and proceeded to do an illegal 180, cutting several cars off in the process. Under a serenade of blasting car horns, he sped off back towards campus as I fell back in my seat laughing. There’s nothing like a snippet of excitement to thrill an utterly mundane life.

My thighs clenched as I felt the heat of desire rising off him. It was the first time I’d ever set foot inside the infamous Vault which was slowly corroding before our eyes. The layers of filthy secrets were being stripped back, yet it hardly compared to the activities that took place underneath the Athenaeum.

He took my hand and we ran up two flights of stairs to the top floor. By the time we arrived at his door, my panties were saturated and my knees so weak, I was close to collapsing. Ollie fumbled about for his door key in his jean pocket, apologizing as I giggled softly, trying to contain my imminent orgasm. He’d barely touched me and I was already enthralled in a fever.

Finally, he got the damn door open and swiftly locked it behind us. Before I had a chance to look around at his room, he had me in hold, kissing and nibbling my neck, and I thought I was going shatter into a million pieces. It’s been a long time since a man has had this effect on me and I struggled to hold back my body’s reaction to his touch.

Moaning and sighing rolled from my mouth as my clothes were stripped from my tired body. He threw me onto the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, slowly. Not because he was taunting me, but his big fingers were wrestling with the stupid buttons. In a state of desire filled anguish I ripped his shirt off and the buttons went flying.

“Woman!” he crowed in delight, kneeling between my legs.

“Hurry up and fuck me, Ollie,” I begged. The orgasm was so close I thought I was going to explode. “Please, put me out of my misery.”

He lowered his head between my legs and began kissing my clit over my already sodden panties. I couldn’t hold back any longer arched my back and climaxed.

“Really?” he looked astounded. “I haven’t even…”

“Wait.”

I could felt another rolling on in, thank goodness, and stripped off my panties. I shaved my pussy earlier, hoping for some action and an itchy rash quickly emerged. Luckily, I didn’t care and neither did he. Yanking his pants down, his throbbing cock leapt out to greet me and I was pleasantly surprised at the size. Girth and length. I’d expect a man of his statue to have a large cock, but this was on different scale altogether.

His scent of cologne and sex was alluring and tantalizing and as I was brimming over for the second time. He quickly covered a condom over his beast and impaled me quick. I let out a gasp as he filled me up and relaxed into his rhythm. It was missionary style; I guess I wasn’t expecting much else from Ollie, and he hammered me hard until I came.

He did the job, but I needed more. Much more. After an hour of lying in bed making small talk, we were at it again, this time he flipped me over and rammed me from behind, shoving his cock in deep. I enjoyed that…a lot.

I drifted to sleep, cradled in his arms, my cheek pressed against his chest. Sometime during the heavenly escape, I jolted out of my delirium when my phone beeped. Mom. I couldn’t leave her for too long at night. During the day, while I was at work, she had carers to check on her and an emergency number to ring if something turned awry. However, at night I was her only solace.

Without looking at the message, I slid out of bed and began to dress in the dark.

“Going so soon?” Ollie’s deep voice sliced through the murk.

“Yeah, sorry, Mom-” I paused when I glanced at my phone to find that the message wasn’t from her at all, I just assumed it was. “Oh. It’s Vanderbilt.”

“To say what?”

“Twenty five percent of my school fees have been paid. Wow. If I want to proceed with Job Two reply with a ‘yes.’”

“Three hours of cleaning and you get a quarter of your school fees paid. That’s a damn good deal, Gretta,” Ollie said.

“You know I have to keep going with this,” I told him, “until we reach the center.”

“What if you don’t ever meet the ringleader?” he asked. “What if you keep going around in circles, never knowing who or what he is?”

Oh, I already have and I know who and what he is. “There’s only one way to find out and if my school fees are paid in the process, then that’s an added benefit.”

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