Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 20

JULIA POV

Point Total: 4,175

"I want you too," I said, watching his eyes darken.

"Juli-"

I covered his mouth, shutting him up before he could distract me. And for what it was worth, he seemed to like it.

If his growing boner was any indication, he really liked it.

And that only made my job easier.

I leaned over, giving him a perfect view of my tits, barely hidden by my lime green bra, purposely on display after I unbuttoned the top of my shirt. He watched, confused and horny as I settled my hips over his dick, stirring up the same, mind-numbing electricity he had stifled just moments earlier.

And then, all at once, it hit me, shocking me through my core, leaving me breathless and weak.

I fell against him, satisfied, but still aching for something, or someone, to fuck me.

Zeke chuckled, "Feel better now?"

I murmured something. Thank you?

Whatever it was, it made him happy.

Then, as I was still coming to, I felt him move underneath me. I stifled a moan. From what I could tell, his cock would do more than earn me a few thousand points, it also might split me in half.

I groaned, pathetically, desperately.

But it was too early to end our private, devious game. I couldn't give in, not yet.

Just as I was coming to my senses, he lifted my chin and kissed me, softly, as if this wasn't all a big power grab, as if we were actually together, lovers on a rooftop.

I blinked in surprise, letting myself pretend it was true, it was all true, while his lips were on mine. It was easy to forget the games, everything he had done, when he tightened his hold on me as if that could erase all the trouble he'd caused.

But the plan stayed the same, and I had a job to do.

I pulled away, spit in my hand and, while he was still figuring out what I was doing, reached into his pants and jerked him off, marveling at the way he twitched underneath my touch.

I ruined a perfectly sweet, innocent moment with my impulse to make him cum, make him feel good; it was only fair.

And I had to keep him interested, right?

He swore and his eyes rolled back into his pretty head. As much as I wanted to ignore the way he felt in my hand, warm, throbbing, veiny, I couldn't. Images of riding his cock flashed through my mind, further dampening my panties in the process.

Zeke must have known and before I could stop him, he had moved the elastic aside and stuffed his fingers deep inside of me. Fucking me with his hand while I stroked him, thinking about his cum running down my legs.

I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting the moans clawing up my throat as he rubbed my g-spot, still sensitive after what I assumed would soon be called my first orgasm of the night.

"Fuck," I hissed, needing him to stop making everything, waiting, so goddamn hard.

"What's wrong?" he asked, smirking. Smug bastard.

I played along, holding myself up with one arm, and teasing him with the other. "You're just making me so," cue fake embarrassment, "horny."

Zeke stiffened and I thought he might cum in my fist, but he had more restraint than I thought.

I, on the other hand, was a minute away from riding his fingers like a depraved whore, and he knew it.

I had to get ahold of myself.

"You just feel so good," I said, squeezing his cock, and then spreading his pre-cum oozing out of the tip over the shaft for emphasis.

He groaned and I fought the urge to sit on his face. What would my cum look like dripping down his chin?

Focus.

"You know," he said, his voice low, hoarse, "I'd feel better in other places."

"Where?" Play dumb.

"Inside here," he said, moving his hand so he slipped all the way back into my wet pussy, filling me in one motion.

I hummed, shaking off the sparks traveling up my thighs, "Like sex?"

"If you want." His thumb moved over my clit and I thought I'd explode.

"Oh," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, forcing myself to have some self-control, "I don't know."

"It's okay if it's too soon," he said, rubbing me to the edge of bliss.

"It's not that," I said, pretending to be shy while still straddling him, his cock in my hand, "I'm, it's embarrassing but, I'm a virgin."

Zeke paused, obviously trying to decide if I was joking. "Are you waiting for marriage?"

I laughed, "I'm just waiting for the right guy."

Zeke stared at me, bewildered, then said he was okay, "taking things slow." He pulled away, leaving me aching for his cock, any cock, and wishing I had fucked him when I had the chance.

I moved off of him before I could reconsider and found myself curled up next to his side. There, in the darkness, he held me.

It was silent for a moment as we watched the stars. Then, Zeke spoke up. "Can I ask you something?" His hand, covered in my cum, traced small circles on my arm.

"Anything," I said, promising myself that whatever the question was, I'd answer with the truth.

Just once.

"Do you really have a date with Dorian?"