Page 41 of Kings of Desire
And now I own her!
I hated that I should wait before exploiting the advantages of my new pact, but I did have something else on my agenda for the day, and as much as I will enjoy the hours to come, this wasn’t a full package deal. I still had certain needs that aren’t going to remain unsatisfied just because Mouse came into town.
Besides, I did have Miss Echo City waiting for me with legs spread open in the gym locker room - and that was an offer I just couldn’t pass over.
I pushed the door open to find thefuck mesmile super- tightly glued to her face. They’re all the same, eager to get a piece of any dick they could find- the highest in rank, the better.
At first, I saw them as trophies. Put as many as I could on the shelf. But over time I lost interest, while I became their trophy.Everyone wanted a piece of the king.
I’ve lost track a long time ago girlNumber Whatwas waiting for me in the locker room. Yet I had hopes that the one today would be a little different, although that fucking desperation to get with someone that you’ve exchanged two words with was ruining it for me from the start.
I signaled her to approach, and as soon as she did, quickly tried to find her way to my lips.
I don’t kiss and tell, mostly because I never kiss them, especially not in situations like this. Let’s just say I don’t enjoy having the taste of all the senior years dicks in my mouth.
Taking the hint, she dropped to her knees, eager to warm me… so eager that it seemed to have the opposite effect on my body. I didn’t have much time with Nick guarding the door, so since she wasn’t doing the job, I needed to close my eyes, focusing on whatever I could think of to get myself ready.
‘Get on the bench,’ I ordered, so I can get this over with. I needed some release, especially for what I had in mind after I’ve finished with this.
No prelude needed. I owned enough skills to get her on the walls without it. Not that I really cared what’s in this for Miss Whatever, since I couldn’t even remember her fucking name. I just slipped on a rubber and jabbed myself inside her, entrapping her body beneath me to search for relief the way I wanted.
She was beautiful, I couldn’t deny that. It was the only thing that made me call her in here in the first place, but perky asses and perfect tits have long stopped working for me. There is something about that feeling of fucking an overly used inflatable that prevents me from finding satisfaction that easily.
I was pumping hard and fast, making her cries of pleasure fill the space ‘Shut the fuck up before you’ll get us both expelled.’ In reality, no one would dare to expel me. I’ve done all the shits that you could think about, and no one could ever touch me. Though she didn’t need to know that, especially since the sound of her voice was overly annoying me, knowing that she was finding satisfaction when I was so far away from even the starting line.
She tightened around me, and even if there wasn’t anything too tight about her, for a second I thought I may get my relief. But the moment passed...and so did the next...and the next, until I found myself uselessly moving for almost an hour until the pleasure on her face was turning into pain.
Maybe this will do it for me, I thought to myself, turning her around to face the bench. I was thrusting deeper, harder, trying to find something, anything, to get me to cum.
And the more that I struggled, the more it became clearer.
I wasn’t fucking the right person.
Anger flushed over me as Miss Whatever was begging me to stop while I was still trying to search for my own elation through her pain.
Clenching a hand around her ponytail, I pulled her head on the back, to arch her completely, but as I took a look at her face, I realized that it wasn’t the one that I wanted to see.
It was useless. I couldn’t do this any longer. I couldn’t do her any longer!
Without any chance of success, I just got off her and left for the showers, hoping that the cold water will help me relax. The truth is that it wasn’t the first time that I fucked someone until I felt raw. It was happening more and more often, as I was starting to believe that I was searching for pleasure in places that it didn’t exist anymore. Though this was the first time I couldn’t cum after all that effort, and I was starting to think it was because I had something else on my mind.
It was time to go see my little Mouse.
Bea
Advanced maths. I had to go through that for the next hour when in fact I felt there wasn’t anything advanced about me in those moments. My brain froze and there weren’t any neurons there to process the hieroglyphs that were being scribbled on the blackboard.
‘I’m so lost, Bea,’ Jenna sobbed turning a few pages from her notebook where stars and hearts replaced the numbers in the equation, then began silently laughing.
I puffed, amused, and at the same time discouraged by my staggering lack of concentration. ‘What are you, five? What’s with the kindergarten drawings?’ I asked running my fingers through a few pages to see if I was the only one in another place during this class.
‘I’m bored and I don’t get one single word out of what this bitch is saying,’ she rolled her eyes laying her head on the backrest hoping the class will be over soon, when I, on the other hand, could stay and listen to the impossible algorithms and equations for hours. Anything to prolong what was to come.
‘What’s your deal? You’re usually sipping each and every one of her words?’ I was halfway busted, but there was no chance in hell I’ll explain to another living soul what I just agreed to.
I shrugged like nothing important was going on ‘Just one of those days...’
‘Oh, you mean a Cole Clyborne day?’ Her eyebrow doubtfully raised, like she was on to something. Or maybe that was the paranoia screaming inside me.
