I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 21 - You ever been in love?

*Author's Note: Just a little warning that there are two sexual scenes ahead. They're not as vulgar as the shower scene, so if you were able to handle that, I think you should be fine then. The following flashback chapters show just how heated things between Lola and Ace were starting to get, and not just during their times of doing the deed, if you know what I mean 😏. I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay blessed! :)*

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~Flashback Continued~

~Monday, November 7, 2016~

Like running your pussy back and forth on dry ass sand paper at the same pace...that's what Drake Owens's thrusting inside of me currently feels like, as in I feel absolutely nothing. Not even a tingle!

I've been staring at the ceiling above me for the past ten minutes, wondering what the hell I'm still doing here.

I then tap his shoulder, even though it seems that he doesn't plan on stopping the thrusting any time soon.

"What?" He murmurs with his hot panting breath against my neck, but before he can continue the assault, I speak up.

"Pull out," I tell him, no longer even interested in his dick inside of me, and he immediately stops mid-thrust.

It kind of sucks, though, to be honest. I mean, yeah, he was a bad kisser -like damn, he's supposed to be gently sucking and biting, not fucking cutting the circulation of my blood altogether- but all of a sudden, his sex moves weren't turning out to be all that great either.

Drake raises his head to look at me, a flash of embarrassment crossing his face.

"Let me get this straight...you just tapped on my shoulder, as in to literally 'tap out' mid-fuck?" When I don't respond right away, his next facial expression portrays nothing but complete and utter confusion. "But you haven't even come yet?"

"Maybe because it's taking you too damn long to get the job done," I annoyingly retort as I all but push him off me, causing him to finally pull out whether he wants to or not.

"I- I don't get it," he stammers, having no idea why I'm probably the first girl not to get turned on by his so-called 'skills.' "I thought you were enjoying it as much as I was."

"It was fine at first," I admit with a shrug, "but then I lost interest."

His eyes widen at my bluntness, and he's now looking at me like a kid who got beat to the last cookie in the jar.

"Just- Just-" he stammers once again before running one of his hands down his face in frustration and pointing to the door with the other, "just get out."

"Aw, somebody's ego get hurt?" I tease, only for him to shoot me a glare that could kill. "Too soon?" I grimace.

"Out," he growls this time and I quickly put on my clothes and grab my things before darting out his room. 

Sucks to suck, Owens.

At least he's finally off my list. Wonder who his lucky replacement will be?

I know what you're all probably wondering: what happened with Ace and the kiss? Did I not see him for the entire week? And so on and so forth. Yes, Ace and I still saw each other, but only during classes. He hadn't really reached out to me and vice versa, despite the fact that we were partners for our Philosophy project. I went about my regular routine, which included my list, and he went about his, regardless of having been my top regular at the time. I don't think we even spoke once those entire seven days, but neither one of us had really questioned it...until I got a late night text from the troublemaker the next day.