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I shift in my chair, and Quin chuckles again. “You’re welcome.”
Chapter Six
Abel
It’sbeenamonthsince I moved in with Savage and it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. He’s called on me a few times to suck him off and even came to my room once to ask for it. Well, ask is a kind word. I was awake, so he didn’t disturb me and his growly “on your knees” had me scrambling off my bed and opening my mouth eagerly. Even if I could, I wouldn’t turn him down. His dick is delicious. His come even more so. I swallow him down gratefully, and when I’m alone, I jerk my dick quickly and roughly until I come all over my hand.
Kind of wish I could get more from him, but he hasn’t asked for anything else. Whatever. My hand will do. It’s been getting the job done since I knew what jerking off was. I’ve been sucking cock since I was nineteen, but no one has done anything but fuck my mouth just yet. I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Maybe the right person. Or the right time. Who knows?
My classes here at the smaller campus are actually a lot better. I’ve met a few people that I can see myself hanging out with. A few girls and guys and enbies that seem like a really fun crowd.
After class one day, I make plans to go with my new friends to a costume party next month. I’m really excited about it, but I know I’ll have to tell Savage. Not ask.Tell.Because I’m definitely going. He’s not my dad. Although I would call him Daddy if he fucked me. I shake my head to clear those thoughts, since I don’t know where that shit came from, and walk to Michael’s car. He’s my driver and guard while I’m out. I don’t know why Savage thinks I need a guard, but I’ll take it.
“Who’s your friend?” Damon, my sweet, new friend, asks me. He’s taller than me, with a bit more weight on him, but he’s still slight. He’s a cute Black guy with pretty, shiny, curly hair that he always has in a nice ponytail or beautiful braids. He wears these glasses that make him look like a nerd—which he is, just like the rest of us—but they hide his bright chocolate brown eyes. He’s shy, but talkative when you get to know him. And he’s probably my best friend. Crazy, since we just met, but we clicked immediately.
I glance at him and see his eyes trained on Michael. “My driver. My boyfriend thinks he’s a big deal.” I roll my eyes and Damon laughs. “Want to meet him?” I’m not sure if Michael is into men, but I can always introduce them. What would it hurt?
Shaking his head vigorously, Damon says, “No! He’s way out of my league.” I look at Damon, taking him in completely. He’s handsome. He looks young, but he’s my age, so that’s to be expected. If I didn’t have a thing for big muscular men, Damon could totally get it.
“Damon,youare asnack. He would be lucky if he’s inyourleague.” Damon smiles at me gently, then waves as I trot over to the car. I slide inside and Michael looks at me and smiles. Curiosity gets to me and I blurt out, “Are you gay?”
Michael sputters as he pulls out of the parking lot. “Hello to you too, Abel.”
I chuckle. “Sorry. Hi, Michael.” I pause. “Are you gay?”
He shakes his head. “No.” I deflate a little, sad that I can’t at least try to set him up with Damon, when he follows up with, “I’m bi.”
“Yeah?” I ask with a smile. “Are you dating? My friend Damon is really cute.”
“The guy you were just with?”
“Mhm. Really nice. And smart.”
Michael looks over his shoulder, like he can see him, but shakes his head. “Not dating and not interested. He’s good-looking though.”
“Yeah, he is,” I say absentmindedly. I’m about to mention who I think is handsome as well, but my phone rings. I look down at it and see that it’s the object of my thoughts.Savage.
I don’t want to like him or feel attracted to him because he doesn’t want that. But it’s hard. It’s not that he does anything, but his snark feels like a game to me. Like there’s something under it that makes me feels like it’s a front. That he’s not always so hard. That’s probably wishful thinking. There’s nothing soft about Savage. He enjoys biting my head off when he gets a chance. For the past month, he’s barely spoken to me and when he did, it was to tell me to open my mouth.
Honestly, when I really think about it, him telling me to open my mouth is usually the highlight of my night.
I make a show of rolling my eyes and answer my phone. “Yes, Daddy?” I joke, and wink at Michael. He chuckles softly and looks at the road.
Savage growls. “Don’t call me that.” He pauses for a beat. “When you get home, come to my office. I need you.” I quiver with anticipation at the thought of sucking his dick. I want to—badly. I like how he feels in my mouth, and I like bringing him to his knees because of what I do to him. But I’m in a mood today and he could have at least said hello to me.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” He sounds incredulous.
“No. I have an exam coming up that I need to study for. I can suck your dick tonight, but youwillwait until I’m done with my work.” I don’t wait for him to answer. I just hang up.
Michael barks a laugh. “You’re in trouble.”
I stick my tongue out at him. “Am not.”
“We’ll see.”
When we get to the house, I make a point to strut by Savage’s office, anticipating him calling me in. I plan to go inside if he does, pretending to be put out by his demand. But he doesn’t pay me any mind, not turning his head from his computer. I’m a bit upset, but whatever. It’s my fault because I told him I was busy. I really do have to study for my exam, though.
