Page 21 of Pretty Secrets

“I have more restraint than you’ll ever have.”

Gina drops to her knees in front of my professor and tugs his dress pants down. She frees his thick, hard cock from his boxers, making my chest squeeze with envy. My knees weaken from the displays of exhibitionism while lust pools in my belly.

Jarvis’s girl starts moaning when he fists her hair. My pussy clenches, imagining her mouth is mine. Fantasizing that I have the ovaries to enjoy such a lewd act in front of everyone. If my body has anything to say about it, I’d fucking love it.

I’m distracted when the last roommate lines up in between the others and drops to her knees. Oliver smirks before striding forward. I gasp, and he turns to peer over his shoulder, locking his bright blue gaze with mine. “There’s no reason why I shouldn’t, right?”

His burning eyes seize my heart, but I immediately shake my head. He turns his attention back to roommate three, the same one he couldn’t have given a shit about yesterday. Bending down, he places a finger under her chin and makes her look him in the eyes. “Be a good girl and suck my cock, love. Yeah?”

She practically melts, and a part of me does too. He’s never said that to me. All the times we’ve turned to each other to take the edge off, he’s barely ever spoken. It’s just harsh breaths in the silence, but as she takes all of my best friend inside her mouth, he praises her like it’s his job. “Good girl. You like that, don’t you? Fuck yeah. Your mouth is beautiful, love.”

“Remember the plan,” Leo barks, taking me out of the scene. I shake myself and remember who we are. My mouth shouldn’t be watering for Oliver’s cock.

We’re best friends. Nothing more.

I’m the seventh wheel. My skin skitters with goosebumps, and I shift from foot to foot as sex noises fill the room. “Yeah, great plan,” I deadpan, glaring at the man who started it all.

Leo pins me with his gaze. “You can be next, Astor girl.” His hands tangle in the hair of the girl kneeling in front of him, but he watches me as if he’s fucking my mouth instead. His glare is cold and calculating, like he knows what he’s doing to me. What all of them are doing.

This is the reason why I hate my world. The men are all carefree. They make girls like this go to their knees for them, but then call them hoes. What about women like me? I’d drop to my knees if they treated me like an equal afterward.

I hope one of these girls makes them come. I hopetheytake the power back.

For all the sucking noises and moans, none of the guys look like they’re about to budge though.

“What do you think?” Jarvis sniffs. “Should we give them another five minutes?”

“Sounds good to me,” Barclay announces. He has his hands on his hips, watching Gina go down on him. Their gazes are locked, and although there’s a rippling in his arms, there’s no telltale sign that he’s going to lose his load. I might cream myself watching it, though. He must have the restraint of a clergyman.

Leonardo’s girl is getting desperate. She’s pumping his dick like her life depends on it. He’s so vile, he probably gets off on it. “I’ll let you fuck me bareback after,” she promises, her face flush.

Damn. Girl must really like her mattress.

“I can do that any time,” he answers, sneering.

She frowns, losing interest.

I turn my attention back to Oliver and the protruding tendons in his neck. I don’t know what drives me forward first—jealousy or the fact that I know he might be the one to break.

Coming up behind him, I settle my left hand on his hip. He slowly turns his head with a smirk, but his face slackens when my other hand wraps around his front. I look up at him through fluttered lashes, sliding my hand around the base of his dick. The girl moves her hand away as I grip it…hard. His hips pitch forward. “What are you doing, Edie?”

“Making you cum in that beautiful mouth. Isn’t that what you called it?”

He groans long and deep. “This isn’t fair.”

“Why?” I ask, making sure to drag my lip over the curve of his neck while I match the girl’s tempo.

“One minute,” Barclay snaps.

Oliver grunts. I lock gazes with him. “You must want to come in that mouth or you wouldn’t have walked up to her. Look at her suck you so—fucking—good.” I peer down, watching her take Oliver inside. My hips seek out his thigh, edging toward him while my panties drench.

He follows my gaze and makes a strangled cry. I know I almost have him. Then the girls can claim their bedrooms back, lift the middle finger to the alpha repressors and all that.

“Edie,” he grinds out, hips shifting into the V of my legs before thrusting into the girl’s mouth.

“Hold it!” Leo bites out.

Ignoring him, I answer Ollie in the most innocent voice I can muster, “Yes?”

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