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Chapter 35

Astrid

Quietly, I walk on my tiptoes, so my heels won’t click against the floor. I walk up behind him and peer through the gap in the books to the other row. I gasp softly, and Pierce somehow hears me. I didn’t think I had made that much noise. He scowls at me over his shoulder, but the couple one stack over doesn’t hear a sound as the girl takes the boy’s cock in her mouth.

I move closer, not put off by Pierce’s hand deep in his navy trousers. I rest my chin on the shelf beside him, and we watch together quietly. I don’t know the upperclassman boy’s name with his dick out, except his nickname is “Cairo” because his dad owns a high-rise there, but I recognize the girl.

Holy Miss Prissy; it’s Wren.

And she’s going hard licking cock.

I never thought she’d do that in semi-public. She always acts like the type of girl who would only give a hand job if a boy begged first and might maybe let a guy squeeze her breasts through her cotton bra—and even that will come with a stiff upper lip and a disapproving look.

And now Wren is on her knees, looking up with her wide eyes at Cairo as she holds his huge dick in her hand.

She flicks her tongue out, flattening it and running it from tip to balls. And then, still watching him, she repeats the move up the other side.

“Put it in your mouth.” Cairo looks down on her, but Wren stays in control.

She slips her mouth over his head and holds it before pulling her head back and releasing him with a loud, juicy pop. She licks the spit off his tip and does it again, going a little deeper. The guy’s eyes flutter the deeper she goes. The veins pop along his tool as she coaxes another inch between her lips.

Pierce bites back a moan, clenching his teeth together as his hand moves back and forth in his pants. I squirm as my breathing becomes shallow, and the wetness starts between my thighs.

We don’t question each other if we should be watching or sharing a naughty moment of our own together.

Suddenly, Wren pulls back, making a gagging sound. Her eyes are wet with tears, and spit dangles off her chin. She pants raggedly as she holds onto his dick.

“Do it again,” he demands.

Wren opens her mouth and inches his dick down her throat, stopping before she gets to his base. The boy grabs her hair and tugs her close. Placing her hands on his groin, Wren squirms and fights until she pulls back and falls backward on the floor.

She wipes her mouth on the cuff of her navy blazer. “One more time and that’s it,” she gasps. “And then I have to leave.”

“Come on, baby girl,” he moans. “Let me cum in your mouth.”

“I told you.” Wren grabs his dick in her hand and glares. “I don’t swallow.”

She places her other hand firmly on his groin, but the boy pushes it away. He grabs for her head, and Wren’s eyes widen as he pumps his cock into her mouth. She gags and hits his hands away until he lets her go. The boy smirks, totally getting off on what he’s done to her, not realizing he’s completely fucked up.

“That’s enough,” she says.

“Come on, make it feel good.” He tries to pull her back, but Wren scampers away with her messy hair in her face.

“No, you promised,” she says, “Only three times. I’m done.”

Wren stands quickly up off the floor, smoothing down her skirt, and saunters away, ignoring his desperate pleas. The boy fastens his pants and hurries after her. She has him trained. I sigh, my sex high slowly tanking because I’m not into manipulative games. It either feels good, or it’s over. I glance over at Pierce, and his hand is still busy in his tented pants.

“Show’s over,” I tell him coolly as I lift my chin off the shelf. “They’re gone.”

He smiles at me like a sly fox. “You wanted to watch just as much as I did.”

I look around, wondering if anyone is peeking now. I smooth my hair down in front and look at Pierce. “Did you watch Bryce and me?”

Pierce only smiles as he takes his hand out of his pants. The dark fabric tents upward far from his hips, and I stare until I will myself to look away.

“Follow me,” he says.

I do follow him, and maybe it’s chancy, but I’m curious. The risk makes it feel new again, and I remember the first time a guy showed me his dick behind the school when I was in sixth grade. It could’ve been Pierce that day if we had known one another.

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