“Juliet,” he said, looking up at me. Even the hair falling into his eyes couldn’t disguise the desperation in them. His cheeks were flushed. I could see the veins standing out on his arms and hands. “Please.Please.”
His gaze fell to my pussy, his mouth parting. “I can…I can see how wet you are. It’s dripping down onto the dress. Onto the couch. You’re making a mess.”
“Sorry,” I said, not sorry at all. “I’ll clean it up.”
His grip on my thighs tightened. “No. I’ll clean it up. Let…let me.” He couldn’t stop staring at it. He pushed my thighs slightlymore apart. “When I spread your legs…I can see it open.” He met my gaze. “Please. Let me.”
My breath caught. “Let you what?”
“You have to let me eat it. I have to taste you.” He sounded drunk, delirious. “I’ll clean it up. I’ll clean it up with my tongue. Please. Please. Y-you have to. Youhaveto.”
For a second, I was so wrapped up in the moment I almost forgot my master plan. I imagined saying yes. I imagined gripping his hair as he shoved his tongue into my tight cunt. It would feel so good —
No. I was here to make a point.
I reached for him, pushing a finger under his jaw, forcing him to look up at me.
“I thought,” I began, in a quiet, slow voice, “you said not every guy was tripping over themselves to fuck me.”
He stared at me, looking almost confused.
“You made me feel like an idiot,” I continued.
Understanding flashed in his eyes. “Juliet —”
“Admit it,” I said.
“W-what.”
“Admit you stole my panties.”
He seemed to choke on his words. “I — I don’t —”
“Liars don’t get to eat my pussy.” I pushed myself up so I was sitting upright.
Ben dug his fingers into my legs, not wanting to let me go. “No. Please. P-please, don’t…”
I gave him a sympathetic smile. “You look so pathetic, kneeling on the floor. Here, I’ll give you a treat.” Slowly, I lifted my hand, moving it towards my hot core. I pushed a finger inside myself. Ben looked like he was going to die.
I pulled my finger out. It glistened with my juices. When I presented it to Ben, he didn’t hesitate — he leaned forward andtook it into his mouth immediately, his tongue soft as he sucked and licked.
Fuck. This really was hot.
Too bad he was a liar. If he’d just admitted it — if he didn’t insult me — we could be fucking right now.
I could still fuck him tonight. But my pride didn’t allow that.
“And that’s all you’re going to get,” I told him. I stood up suddenly, and he must’ve been taken off guard, because his limp hands slipped from my legs and I was able to walk away easily. I didn’t look back as I strode to my bedroom and locked the door behind me.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following day, I didn’t see Ben once. He must’ve been avoiding me.
I didn’t see him the day after that. Or the day after that.
He still came to the apartment — I heard the front door opening when I was in bed, about to fall asleep. I heard the shower early in the morning. I heard him moving around the kitchen. But every time I wondered out of my bedroom, he was either in his room, the door shut, or out of the apartment.
One day, I was heading to class. I just stepped out of the apartment complex when I saw it was raining, and took the elevator back up to the apartment. As soon as I walked in, I came face-to-face with Ben. He was standing in the kitchen, wearing a grey hoodie — how did he make a hoodie look hot? — and eating a sandwich.
