Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 23

ZEKE POV

Point Total: 0

I hurried down the hall, ignoring the fuckwads that whispered in my wake. There was only so much damage control I could handle at a time.

And, at the moment, Julia was my main priority. If she didn't record our rooftop whatever-the-fuck-that was, then I was about to become the biggest asshole on campus.

Including that girl in the photo, taking a horse cock up her as-

"Hey, Zeke, where's the fire?" Someone, a faceless nobody, said from the crowd.

I hated him, whoever he was.

Not because he deserved it, but because in the two seconds it took to glare at him, Julia had disappeared without a trace.

I stifled the irritation burning up my neck and turned another corner, hoping to see her long, dark hair.

But I wasn't that lucky.

I stopped, my conscience catching up to me. What am I doing? What would I even say if I found her?

Class was about to start and Julia was nowhere to be found, which was probably for the best.

I sighed at my own stupidity and was turning around when Julia, my girl-most-wanted stepped out of the closet next to me, grabbed the collar of my shirt, dragged me inside, and shut the door behind us.

I went along with her ambush, despite the pesky moral objections flashing through my mind.

I didn't know what to say, sure, but Julia didn't want to talk.

She wanted to maul me.

Before I could process my new surroundings, her hands were everywhere and her lips were on mine, sucking the irritation out of my body and replacing it with lust.

"We don't have long," she said, her voice silky, quiet so we wouldn't get caught hooking up in a supply closet.

As if anyone could blame me.

Julia's body pressed against mine, distracting me from my own thoughts.

Eventually, I pulled back, just long enough to regain my ability to speak. "What's the rush again?" My hands were on her hips and images of her, grinding her pussy against me, collapsing on top of me while she came flooded my mind.

Fuck.

My dick throbbed, promising to explode inside her if given the chance. The idea was both sobering and intoxicating.

I'm too young to be a father, I thought while holding back a groan.

Julia rubbed my cock through my jeans and pushed me against the wall full of shelves, not caring about my well-being or my comfort.

Why is that hot?

"I have to get to class," she purred, placing kisses down my neck, "Can't stay in here all day."

"Or, we could do exactly that."

"Zeke," Julia moaned my name, God, as I slipped my hand down her skirt and tried to convince her to see things my way.

The horny, need-to-fuck-you-now way.

"Yes?" I asked, happy to spend my day, hell maybe my week, with her jacking me off through my pants.

"I have to go," she whined.

"Don't," I said, grabbing her waist before she could turn away, "Stay."

"Why?"

"Because," I paused, wondering if the truth was actually the best play, then said, "You're driving me crazy."

"Oh really?"

She sounded surprised, actually surprised.

I pushed my boner into her hand, showing her the effect she had on me. "Really," I said, kissing her before I could get ahold of myself.

Julia giggled, "It's not like we can fuck in here."

She said fuck, like it was a regular part of her vocabulary although everything about her said otherwise.

I waited, hopeful that she'd change her mind. Then, after a moment of silence, she gasped.

"You want to fuck me in a closet?"

"You make it sound dirty."

"It is dirty, Zeke. And against like fifty-seven university rules."

We had rules?

"No one would know," I said, moving my hand to her jaw, guiding her back to me, "I'll make sure of it."

One fuck, a few thousand points, and we could maybe still see each other on the weekends.

It would all be civil, really. I had done it so many times before. And Julia would understand. She was cool like that.

She hummed, contemplating my suggestion and leaning into me, stirring up more feelings than I had the bandwidth to handle. Then, when I was at my wit's end, she said, "If you can take off my bra in the next three minutes before I'm supposed to be in class, I'll come to your room tonight," her fingers wandered underneath the elastic waistband of my underwear, teasing me, "And we can finish what we started."

My eyes widened; this is it, my chance.

"All I have to do is take it off?" I asked. It was too good to be true. The 'challenge' was something I had done a million times, in the dark, in cars, in restaurants, and when the need arose, confessionals.

Julia nodded, "You just can't cut or slip it off."

I wouldn't need to. I reached around her, slowly moving up her back, trying not to be distracted by her smooth back.

Don't be creepy.

"I'm setting a timer," she said, but her voice had trailed off, lost in the darkness. I didn't care when the light from her phone flashed, just for a moment, and I didn't stop when she wrapped her arms around me, giving me full access to my challenge.

Julia was mine.

Everyone would know that soon, and my enemy, the girl fucker, would back off.

While I was busy picturing my evening with Julia, twitching in my pants, I fumbled the clasp of her bra, her skimpy, feels-like-lace bra.

I wanted to tear it off my teeth but I figured she wouldn't appreciate my rule-breaking. I had to impress her with my skill, skills that had apparently walked off and left me at the worst possible moment.

I swore as I tugged, willing my hands to stop shaking. Why am I shaking?

Julia didn't help tamper the adrenaline rushing through me. Instead, she egged me on, telling me all the dirty things she wanted me to do to her, and how wet she was just thinking about me.

It was filthy.

But I kept getting sucked in, distracted by her flirty promises and the way she had begun to shove her tongue in my mouth.

I'm only human after all.

Before I could snap out of it, the timer went off, putting an end to my pathetic pawing around.

Julia sighed, as if I had disappointed her, and backed away. Her warmth dissipated all at once, leaving me reeling. "I guess I'll see you later," she said, already opening the door.

I squinted, watching her turn away from me before she said, "It's funny, I thought the king would be an expert at undressing girls. Maybe we can practice together later?"

Then, after dropping that bomb on me, she left, leaving my pride, and cock, aching.