Page 36 of Filthy Elites

“How did you get in here? I propped the chair against the door.”

“No, you didn’t. I guess you forgot, or you wanted me to come in.”

I sigh. “If you’re here wanting another blow job. I can’t promise it’ll be any good.”

“I’m not that demented,” he grumbles.

“Why are you in my room, then?”

“You missed class and practice. Mrs. Simpson was worried.”

Yeah, it makes sense. Jason must have come here to make sure his favorite punching bag was still alive.

“If I’m too sick to practice, you’ll get your solo back. Everyone will be happy.”

“You’re definitely sick or you wouldn’t be talking nonsense.”

“Just let me be, Jason.”

He stands and walks to my bathroom. “Where do you keep your painkillers?”

Wait. He wants to help me?

“Never mind. I found them.”

He returns to the room with a full glass of water and the pills. I lean on my elbows, trying to sit up. I don’t move fast enough, and Jason ends up assisting me.

“Take two and drink the whole thing. You need to hydrate.”

“Why are you helping me? Did I suck you that good yesterday?”

His eyebrows arch. “I had no idea you had such a filthy mind.”

I swallow the pills with the help of the water, but I only take one sip and earn a hard stare from him.

“I said drink the whole glass.”

“Stop bossing me around,” I retort but do as he says.

“Good girl.” He smirks.

I can’t tell if I’m blushing or not, because I have a fever, but my mind automatically goes to that memory.

“You didn’t answer my question. Are you helping me because you liked the way I sucked your dick, and you want a repeat?”

The amusement vanishes from his eyes. “I’m helping you because I don’t want to win the solo by default.”

I flop on the bed again. “Fine. Don’t answer, then. I know you enjoyed yourself.”

He joins me in bed, straddling me. I’m too weak to have a proper reaction to it.

“I’m a guy and I came in your mouth. Of course I enjoyed myself.”

“At least one of us did.”

He smirks. “I don’t know why you keep lying to me. You have the worst poker face.”

“I’m not lying.”

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