“You’ll see,” he said. “I think you’ll be very, very happy.”
“We’ll see about that.” I opened my car door and got in. “Bye.”
I started my ignition and drove off to the party. I wanted to go directly to his place, but I didn’t want him to know how eager I was. Fuck, my panties were wet, and it was all because of Sam.
I knew that there was no way this was going to end well. But right now, I really didn’t care.
Chapter Nineteen
“Shelby, tell me you’re not leaving already,” Brian pouted as I made my way towards the front door.
“Hey, it’s been fun and I love hanging out with you guys,” I lied, “but I need to get an early night.”
“But we haven’t even talked yet,” he said staring at my lips. I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.
“Yeah, well…”
“Come on, Shelby.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in towards him. “I really want to talk with you.”
“I don’t want to talk with you, Brian. I…”
“Shit, we don’t even have to fuck,” he said. “I’ll just go down on you.”
I stared at him for a couple of seconds and shook my head. He waggled his tongue at me and I pushed him away. “Sorry, Brian. I’m really not interested.”
“That’s not what you said last time.”
“Yeah. Well, that’s what I’m saying this time.”
“But I haven’t tasted you in so long.” He was staring at my boobs now. “I just want you to sit on my fucking face and fuck me.”
“Sorry, Brian. I’m just not interested in that right now.”
“But why not? You love to sit on my fucking face.”
“I sat on your face twice, and it was okay. I just told you I’m not interested in that right now. So please respect my wishes and stop trying to pressure me into doing this.”
“I’m not pressuring you, bitch.”
“Excuse me?” I stared at him. “Did you fucking just call me a bitch?”
“What? Shall I call you what you really are?”
“What am I really, Brian?”
“You’re a fucking cock tease. Look at you coming in here with your fucking tight-ass top with your nipples poking through.”
I pushed him away. “You’re a fucking jackass.”
“I’m the jackass?” He stepped back. “You know what? Whatever. You’re not even worth it.”
“I was about to say the same thing.” I pushed past him and headed for the front door. “Lose my number and never call me again.”
“Yeah, right,” he said. “You know you’ll be trying to bounce on this cock within a couple of weeks.”
I just laughed. “Dude, your cock is so small, I might not be able to find it, let alone bounce on it.”
“Oh, yeah?” He stared at me with narrow eyes. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why do you think I only sit on your face instead of your cock?” I stared at him and raised an eyebrow. “Because your tongue is bigger than your cock.”
“Slut!” He looked furious.
I just laughed at him. “Yeah. Well, this is one slut you’re not going to be with again.”
He turned around. I made my way out of the front door and took a couple of deep breaths. That was the problem with college guys. They were immature fucking douchebags who couldn’t take no for an answer. If only he knew that I was about to be with a real man, a man who knew how to pleasure me and tease me and take me and give me the best pleasure of my life.
I pulled out my phone and called Sam. He answered within two rings. “Are you outside?”
“No, I’m on the way now,” I said.
“Okay, how long will it take you to get here?”
“It will just be—” I paused as I realized that Brian had come out the front door.
“Still here, slut?” he said, staring at me.
“Shut the fuck up, Brian.”
“What the hell is going on?” Sam said into my ear.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I’m on the—”
“So, I’m going to ask you one more time, Shelby,” Brian said standing next to me.
“What?” I said.
“You want to sit on my face?”
“Where the fuck are you?” Sam shouted over the phone. “Send me your address now. I’m coming over there.”
“Sam, no. It’s fine.”
“Send me your address now. I’m coming over there.”
“Sam, it’s okay. I got it taken care of.”
“No, I’m going to deal with that asshole. No one speaks to you that way.”
“Fine,” I said. “Hang up and I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay.” I hung up and texted him the address then looked at Brian. “You’re in for it now.”
“In for what?” he sneered. “Is your daddy going to come and speak to me?”
“Oh, honey. You ain’t got no clue.” I smirked at him. Normally I wouldn’t have Sam come to one of the frat parties that I attended, but I was shocked that he’d even offered. I wanted to see what he would say and do. His protective side turned me on, and if he really did show up, and if he really did take care of Brian for me, well, he was going to have an even better night than he thought he was going to have.
Chapter Twenty
My phone rang again a moment later as I was about to get in my car. Sam. “Hey, decided not to come?” I said, half-hoping he had and half-hoping he hadn’t. Brian had gone back inside and I was ready to put the whole incident behind me.
“No, I’m on the way. I just want to make sure that you’re still there.”
“I’m still here, and you really don’t—”
“Yeah, I do. I need to talk to those jackasses that you go to school with.”
“You really don’t, Sam.”
“Yeah, I do. I need to tell them that if they ever speak to you that way again, they will wind up in a casket.”
“Sam, you cannot threaten them. What if they—”
“They’re not going to do anything. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“What? You’re over twenty minutes away.”
“It’s called breaking the speed limit and having a Mustang,” he said with a chuckle.
“Sam, this really isn’t a good idea. I really do appreciate the sentiment, but—”
“Just stay where you are, Shelby. I’m coming.”
“Okay,” I said with a sigh.
Lo and behold, he arrived six minutes later. His red Mustang pulled outside the house, screeched to a halt and he jumped out.
“Okay. Show me who the douchebag is.”
“Sam, I don’t know if we should…”
“Show me who the douchebag was that was calling you a slut and telling you to sit on his face.”
“Sam, I don’t know. He’s an asshole, but I really don’t think that you should—”