Page 78 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
“Goddamn, she’s taking three cocks. You like that, don’t you, you dirty little bitch.”
The pillows were useless. No matter how hard I smashed them against my head, I could still hear everything. A week without coming was nothing. I could do that with my eyes closed. But having to listen to this shit day after day was amping up my frustration.
All day long, my senses hyper-focused on anything that was remotely sexual. The way a girl breathed, how their hips swayed when they walked, the smell of sweat in the gym. I couldn’t tell anyone what my mergers and acquisitions class was about, but I could tell them what color bra my professor was wearing.
“I’ve been such a bad girl, punish me.”
Goddamnit. I was really starting to hate porn.
Curling my arm over the pillows on my head, I growled, “Turn that shit down.”
“Did you just say you couldn’t wait to taste Georgia’s sweet pussy?”
No, I fucking didn’t, but then again, he knew that. Every night, Ravi found a reason to drag her name into his loud jerk off sessions. He thought he was smart, but I knew what he was doing. And it wasn’t going to work.
“I bet she’s as sweet as she smells.” Ravi grunted. “Nothing squeezes your cock like a virgin.”
Nope. It was going to work. I was not currently picturing Georgia tied up and begging for mercy.
My hand around her neck while tears of pain and pleasure rolled down her cheeks, and her strangled gasps floated through the air. The taste of her fear and scent of her arousal…
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes and tried to push the image away.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” Ravi sang. “You sound a little frustrated.”
My jaw clenched so tight my teeth ground. He was not going to win this round.
The mattress creaked as Ravi kept going, moaning like he was the star in his own porn. I didn’t need to look to know there was a grin on his face. I could feel the smugness bleeding off the fucking prick. This wasn’t about getting off. It was about breaking me.
If he said her name enough or described her in the right way, maybe I would give in. At least that was his hope. But I had more control than that.
“I bet she tastes like fucking cherries,” Ravi grunted, making my fists curl under the sheets.
My nostrils flared with the scent of a memory I wished I could forget.
“Fucking cherries,” he purred, like he was savoring it. “Admit it, Issac, you want to taste her.”
Fuck him. “Don’t fucking say my name when you have your dick in your hand.”
“Oh, I’ve said your name plenty when I’ve had my dick in my hand. But I’m not thinking about you right now.”
Motherfucker.
“I’m thinking about how she’ll feel.”
I was not doing this.
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on other things. Schoolwork, the upcoming party at our frat that I was trying to avoid, and how I was going to beat Ravi to death in his sleep. I didn’t need to think about Georgia when I had the image of Ravi’s bloody, broken face to concentrate on. That was a satisfying image.
“You want to feel her, too?” Ravi taunted.
The only thing I wanted to feel was his bones cracking.
“You want to feel how tight she is when you slam in behind me?”
Well, it was official, tonight was Ravi’s last night to live. If Georgia thought our last fight was bad, let’s see how loud she screamed at me to stop when I ripped Ravi’s jaw off.Pink lips parted while her big emerald eyes glittered with fear.
“Maybe Kash will want to play with her.”
