Chapter 8; My tongue rolling over your dick cap
Vince's POV
It was on intention. I deliberately didn't go to meet Quincy at the restroom.
Why should I? What does he even think of me? I'm just nothing but his Plaything?
The one to surrender to him and allow him do anything to me. From fucking to sucking and teasing even punishing me?
I step back and blink back my tears. "What's wrong? Are you surprised about what I've said?" I don't know where the courage comes from but I know I'd regret this.
Quincy will not let this slide. He grabbed my neck and pushes me into him. "is this a joke or you just want to be sassy, uh?" He raises his brows and his face is filled with curiosity.
I can hear his heartbeat which is beating so rapidly. What's wrong with him? Why is he so angry even when I only lied about having a boyfriend?
Why is he so concerned?
"Q... Quincy, please can we just set limits?" I look up into his eyes, burning with intensity and frustration. "I...I don't want to do this with you anymore." I shake my head and he chuckles.
"What do you mean?" I feel his fingertips on my skin and it sends goosebumps all over me.
I still react to his touch and even professor Kyle's. What's the matter with me? Will I give in to two guys?
Quincy and Professor Kyle? Who is better? Is it Quincy whose smooth fingers are like ice when he touches my face, my body, my dick.
Or Professor Kyle who I have been attracted to for many years. The one who makes my heart leap at the sight of him and the little bulge I do see through his pants?
Fudge! My emotions are running and my thoughts are all messed up.
I'm going crazy. I'd admit that. And the more Quincy touches me, the more I melt and feel over the moon.
The way he touches me, is it better and warm than the way Professor Kyle touches me?
There's a difference between the two but I hate to weigh the options.
"You don't want to do what anymore?" He asks and I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
I seriously wanted to decline and set boundaries. Quincy has done a lot over the years, even back then at high school.
When he graduated I was the most happiest cause I thought noone would ever bully me again. Because he was the one who gives orders.
Unfortunately for me, he still has his gang in school and the bully continues as hot as ever.
"I….I…. don't want to be your bed warmer. I don't want you to suck or fuck me anymore. Everything we did last night, let's just forget about it." My voice comes out croaky. "I would….happily accept any punishment you give me."
"What are your reasons? Tell me why you don't want my dick anymore, Vince. My lips on yours…." He moves his lips closer and leans in, there's only litter space between us and I can feel his hot breath fanning my face.
My eyes fall on his plump kissable lips, pink and fascinating. How will I resist this lips of his? I really want to lock my lips with his and give in to his tingling touch.
Please help me God. The more I want to stop, the more a force from nowhere pushes me in and my attraction towards Quincy increases every damn second.
"....my lips on dick, sucking you until you cum. My tongue rolling over your dick cap. You don't want any of those anymore?" Quincy continues and I bit my lips until it turns wet.
"I don't want it anymore. Your lips, your touch; I don't want to be your plaything. Let's keep our distance and just live as normal roommate." I conclude and Quincy's lips rise into a wide smirk.
"I love that. Tell me, who is that silly boyfriend of yours, ocean eyes?" He asks and bite my earlobe and I quiver.
I place my hand on his chest and push him away.
"Please…. please don't do that. S...stop it." I shut my eyes and sigh, opening them again to meet a dark glint on Quincy's face.
"Answer the question I asked. Who is that silly boyfriend of yours?" He repeats, his voice more deep.
God! I have to tell another lie.
"He's... he's just a guy I..I met online and he happens to attend this school too."
"What's his name?"
"Purple." I lie. "His name is...purple."
"Violet eyes now has a boyfriend named purple, good one." He remarks, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his groin not to fall and he caresses my cheek with his smooth fingers.
"I thought...I set the rules already, Quincy." I frown at him. "I don't want all of this. You can punish me for all I care but I...I don't want you to touch me anymore."
"You don't decide what I do to you, ocean eyes." His grip tightens around my jaw. "You can't tell me what to do and what to not. I decide when to touch you, Ocean eyes." He rasps, zipping down my pants and I freeze.
"Colours revolve around you, ocean eyes. Your eyes, your boyfriend. Your eyes are ocean blue, your fucking boyfriend's name is purple and even your sperm is white." He chuckles, straddling my dick as he locks his eyes with me. "Thick and sticky."
I gasp, feeling his tingling touch on my shaft. I thought I set boundaries already. Why is he touching me?