Page 5 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“How is she?”
“Not bad. She can suck a mean cock.”
“But does she swallow?”
Fuck sakes, I couldn’t listen to this anymore. Nothing was worth this torture.
I kicked the door open so hard it slammed against the wall, startling Ravi, the dean, and everyone else.
Dean Richards’ eyes rounded, while a look of relief washed over Ravi’s face, and Levi held his hands up in a silent ‘what the fuck.’
Slater was the only one who was vocal about his discontent. “A little warning next time.”
Ignoring him, I locked eyes with the dean. “Looks like you’re having fun.”
“At least someone is,” Ravi muttered. “What took you so long? If I had to fuck this guy for another second, I’d have slit my own throat.”
Slater snickered, and Levi stepped out of the closet, while the dean looked very confused. His eyes bounced from one of us to the other, then around the room, before a bolt of realization sparked through his expression.
“This is a setup?”
“Congratulations,” Levi clapped his hands. “The genius gets it.”
The irony of the dean’s statement was that he said it while Ravi’s dick was still in his ass. A fact that Slater didn’t miss.
“For fuck’s sake, Ravi,” he held his hand up to shield his view. “Put your dick away.”
“Yeah, alright, this prick isn’t going to make me come anyway.” Ravi pulled his dick out, but took his time taking the condom off, as if he was enjoying the grimace on his brother’s face.
The dean did not take his time. I’d never seen anyone get dressed so fast in my life. He jumped up and threw his clothes on. Well, what clothes he could. When he went to grab his shirt, Slater stepped on it.
“Uh-uh,” he tsked while wagging his finger.
“Get out,” he dean snarled. “Or I’ll call security.”
“You sure you want to do that?” I held up my phone and hit play on the recording.
All the color drained from Dean Richards’ face, and for some fucking reason, he looked over at Ravi. “Are you going to let them do this?”
Ravi looked at him like he was the dumbest motherfucker on the planet. “It was my idea.”
That it was.
“Now,” I slipped the phone in my pocket and tipped my head down at the dean. “About Slater’s sus?—”
My terms got cut short when the door swung open and a female voice rang through the room. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been waiting out there for… ah…”
We looked at her.
She looked at us with a pair of the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. The deep jade color sparkled through the lenses of her glasses, as she looked from me to Slater, down to the dean—who was bent over trying to pry his shirt from under Slater’s foot—up to Levi, then over to Ravi—who still didn’t have his fucking pants on.
It did not look good.
It took a minute for her to speak, and when she did, suspicion riddled her sweet tone. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing,” Levi the genius answered.
Normally, Levi was pretty smooth. There was a reason people referred to Levi as the dark Casanova. He might look like a fuck boy, with dark hair and bright grey eyes, but underneath that mask of charm hid the smile of a sadist. I admired the way he could pull the wool over people’s eyes while lying to their faces.
