Page 541 of Filthy Elites

ChapterFive

I’ve only takenone step when he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him. I fall right into his chest, his mouth close to my forehead. He’s so much taller than me. And stronger.

“So, you’d rather pack your things and go back to the rathole you crawled out of than suck my cock, trailer princess?” He seems amused.

Then he lets go. Chase could force me to do just about anything, but he doesn’t want to. He’d rather I debase myself of my own volition, to make my humiliation even worse.

Pride won’t get me anywhere. I don’t want to be kicked out of Riverside Academy, or return west. At Riverside, I’m ignored and insulted by irrelevant strangers. At Thorn Falls West, my old friends talk shit about me and put Vince on a fucking pedestal. I know which torture I prefer. At least, last year I had Damian, Lola, and Morgan, but the first two graduated. Morgan’s a senior like me, but she spends every night waiting tables at a local strip joint, and she’s dead on her feet during the day. Hardly sparkling company. I wouldn’t survive another year there with zero support.

Chase might have made me a pariah here, but it still beats dealing with Vince and his friends—my old friends—everyday. I used to be popular. Everyone liked me. And if there’s one thing teenage kids like more than to suck up to a queen bee, it’s to see one fall.

I make my mind up. Chase is out of this world hot. I can just ignore the fact that I hate his guts and focus on that for a little while. “I’m not sucking you in here, with the door open. You can come to my room or get your ass out of here.”

I walk out of the lounge and up the stairs to the first floor. I don’t look back, not even when I don’t hear movement behind me. I’m halfway up the stairs before the sound of his footsteps joins mine.I don’t have much negotiating room, but making him follow me is like reclaiming some control over the situation.

I’ve never had a room as nice as the one I walk into. Mom ordered me a white double bed, and Lola painted black filigree all over it. My bed is unmade, the silver and purple comforter scrunched up to the side. I’m not the tidiest girl out there. My uniform from yesterday hangs off my loveseat, and there’s a can of beer on my desk. It could be worse, though.

My palms are sweating when he enters the room, his amber eyes scanning everything.

“Did you paint that?” He tilts his chin to the bed.

Like I’d have that kind of talent.

I ignore his question, pushing against his chest. He lets me, and walks backward until his legs hit the bed. Then he sits.

I push against him again, and after resisting for a few seconds, he lies back, crawling toward the headboard. His head hits it so hard I hear the thump, and I laugh. Then I climb over his lap. No way am I kneeling for him again. He’d enjoy that too much. If I’m doing this, I’m going to be on top. In charge.

He hasn’t bothered to fasten the button of his pants or redo the belt. I lower his zipper, refusing to look at him. My eyes focus on the bulge in his white boxers. I lower my mouth to it and lick along the length through the fabric, feeling it twitch.

I pull down his boxers and his cock springs free, hard and quivering.

I’ve only taken one cock in my mouth: Damian’s. He was patient enough to let me know what felt good, show me the ropes, so to speak. I don’t think I’m bad at this, but I’m by no means an expert. I refuse to let him see that. I open my mouth and wrap it around the head of his cock like I eat a different one for breakfast every day of the week. My tongue runs along the tip, flicking, teasing. He winces and I smile around the mouthful.

Then I lift my head and lower it to his balls, taking one in my mouth, then sucking. My hands grasp the cock and twist it softly, in different directions.

Chase groans. I let go of the balls and move my lips back around his cock, letting it deeper inside my mouth this time, moving one hand to cup his balls as the other pumps his dick.

I suck him. I suck him like my life depends on it, because in a way, I suppose it does. I don’t want to go back to my old school. I don’t want to go back to my old apartment. The local MC gang met up a couple of doors down, and I didn’t feel safe walking home half the time.

Riverside is many things. One of them? A safe haven.

I also suck him because I enjoy having him at my mercy, under me, and out of words; hissing, grunting, and moaning because ofme. He just demanded a blowjob. I could have done a terrible job and called it a day. Instead, I blow his fucking mind.

He moves his hand to my hair in an attempt to seize more control, and I slap it away. Rather than push the issue, Chase lifts his chest, sitting up on my bed, balanced on one hand, and slides the other one to my breast, through the uniform.

This, I allow, because it feels nice. My core tightens and heats up in arousal. It seems sucking him off makes me wet and horny too.

I can tell he’s close. His voice is hitching, his legs are shaking, his dick feels bigger in my mouth.I finally move my eyes up to meet his, because I want to see him come undone.

I wish I hadn’t.

I don’t like seeing him like this, eyes on fire, mouth open, so fucking beautiful it makes me want stupid things I shouldn’t even think about. Like kissing him, the asshole whoblackmailedme into blowing him.Like climbing on his lap and riding him until the ache inside me eases.

My core tingles as he grunts hard one last time. My mouth fills with his hot, bitter, salty cum.

I open my mouth and let it drip onto his crotch. Fuck if I’m swallowing for him.“Ew.”

Chase moves his hand from my chest to my hair. I slap it away again, but he tightens his grip, pulling my ponytail.

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