I’d always dreamed of a love that would compare to the beauty of the stars. I’d assumed that that love would be between myself and one other. How was I to know that love isn’t always as simple as boy meets girl?
Throughout our lives we find many loves, I just happened to find all of mine at the same time. Are the fates so cruel to make me choose between them or will there be a happily ever after, despite the fact there are four who hold my heart?
The girl I’m with has a mouth like a hoover, she’s sucking so hard that I swear she’s going to leave a hickey on the end of my cock if I don’t make her stop soon. My hand hits the sink of the bathroom we’re in and I cringe at the thought of how many people have placed their hands on the surface. My cock deflates like a balloon and the girl between my legs pulls back with a frown.
Why did I bother trying this? Oh yeah, because Brax bet me I couldn’t get the girl to drop to her knees for me!
Note to self: Don’t fall for Brax’s bets even if the girl is cuter on her knees than flapping her mouth.
With my cheeks heating, I shove the girl away and stumble over to the soap dispenser, desperate to get the germs off my hand and cock. It takes me nearly five minutes to clean everything enough to calm my mind. I finally turn around only to find the girl long gone. Rolling my eyes to the grimy ceiling only makes me feel like I need a shower, so I pointedly look towards the door, taking deep calming breaths and leave the disgusting bathroom.
“What the fuck?” Brax snarls as he throws a pool cue at the wall near the bathroom door. I sidestep to avoid the projectile and ask, “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” My body physically shudders as I sidestep a waitress right before her tray topples.
Brax grabs another pool cue, jabbing it in the air like a sword. “Fucking cunt hustled me out of five hundred.” He snarls, stabbing the cue into the air again.
“Who?” I ask, mildly curious, Brax doesn’t usually get angry at people for taking his money, the only time I’ve ever seen that happen was when he was swindled out of nearly four million dollars by a guy who refused to give up. I watch Brax carefully, waiting to see who the man I’ll have to beat up will be. A laugh leaves me as my best friend points to a girl instead of a guy like I was expecting. “Are you kidding me, you got hustled by a chick?” My laughter dies in my throat as I get my first glimpse of said chick. It fascinates me that one slip of a girl can hold my attention as well as this girl can. After just one glance, I’ve completely forgotten about my friend and his dilemma of losing five hundred bucks to a pool hustler.
Everything about her draws me in, from her deep blood-red hair to her body that just begs to be fucked. I can feel something deep inside me connecting to her as though she’s familiar, but I’ve never seen her before in my life. Nor have I ever been this drawn to anyone.
I want to drop to my knees, despite the disgusting floor I’m standing on, beg her to let me worship at her altar.
She’s my downfall, my Queen, my Goddess.
Several seconds pass as I stare deeply into her eyes from across the pool table, losing myself in the very depths of her defiance. She’s not interested in me, I can tell that just from the look in her eyes, but I’m going to change her mind and make her mine.
She tilts her head making that fiery hair fall over her shoulder like a curtain of the finest silk. My hands twitch with the effort it takes not to storm over there and tuck it back so I can see her face more clearly. I want to imprint every minute detail of her beauty upon my very soul.
All the sounds around me, the cheers from the people watching the game, the arguing from the couple in the corner, the general hum of chatter, it all fades as she tucks the strand behind her ear, her lips quirking up slightly. It’s almost as though she’s mocking me with how challengingly she’s staring right back at me. No one ever has the nerve to look me in the eyes, let alone stare into them for more than a second
When she smiles at me, flashing those perfectly straight teeth, I swear I can feel my cold dead heart starting to beat again. Not that it isn’t already beating, but it feels like it sometimes. That smile alone is enough to make me confident that she’ll be mine before the night is over.
With a smirk, I step around the table, inching closer to her while eyeing her from head to toe. I’m helpless to deny the pull she has on me. I want to slam her into the wall beside the cue rack and claim those full ruby lips for my own but at the same time I don’t want to scare her off. Of course if she scares that easily, she’s not going to be a match for me but I have hope in my heart for the first time in far too many years.
Before the night is out, I will bury my face into her neck and breathe her sinful scent in like it’s my very next breath. I’m going to taste her, and Iwillknow what it’s like to be buried so deep inside her that we’ll have no way of knowing where she begins and I end.
“Come with me.” I command, grasping her hand tightly as I pull her towards the exit, but she digs her heels in, making me stop dead in my tracks.
“No.” Even that single syllable word has my cock hardening when it comes from her lips, it’s like hearing a whip crack. I blink, staring at her like she’s speaking a language that I don’t understand. Someone snickers behind me but I ignore them in favour of keeping my eyes on the mystery girl in front of me. No one has ever said no to me before. Not once. Ever. “Huh?” The frown that pulls my brows down feels wrong while standing in front of such a vision, but I’m confused over what the fuck is happening right now.
“I saidNo!” She yanks her hand out of my grasp and places it on her hip as she adds, “Are you deaf or something? N.O.” To my utter surprise she signs the word at the same time making me let out a startled laugh.
“Honey, no one says no to me.” I’m not exaggerating, not once in the entire time I’ve been ruling this University has a girl ever denied me. I’ve even had girls literally falling at my feet begging to suck my cock. The girl from the bathroom is proof of that.
“Yeah well, there’s a first time for everything.” Her voice is like a whisper against my soul. Husky and so seductive that I can feel the heat of her from where I’m standing, her body responding to me even though her mouth is spouting lies. “Fuck off, Douche, I’m not interested.”
My jaw hits the floor as she turns her back on me and literally vanishes into the night taking a piece of me with her. If it wasn’t for the door slamming shut, I’d have questioned whether she was real or some mythical siren sent to lure me to my death. A death I’d happily crawl towards if it meant being closer to sinking my cock into her tight little cunt.
No one has ever done what that girl just did. Not once in my entire life have I had a girl not fall all over themselves to get a piece of me, yet here I am, frozen in place with my dick harder than it’s ever been. I’m not sure whether to be impressed or pissed off. Neither emotion is something I’m used to.
I get what I want. Girl’s don’t deny me.
But I’ll be sure to teach her one hell of a lesson the next time we cross paths.
“It happens to the best of us, mate.” Brax laughs, clapping me on the shoulder.
“It doesn’t happen to me.” I hiss before storming off.
“Then maybe you should have lowered your hood and let her see your face. I’m sure hiding your ugly mug didn’t help matters.”