We were quiet as I panted, pushing a hand down to cup my spent dick, sucking in a breath and letting out a long, slow exhale. My thoughts so clear – I let a novus fuck me! - and sharp – That wasn’t bad at all! - and yeah.

Yeah that was.

That was a lot.

“Yummy?” Tosser asked in a teasing tone from between my legs, patting my thigh.

I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, refusing to answer.

I didn’t even know if I could.

All I seemed to be able to do was pant and lay there uselessly.

“I figured it I would be good at that,” He went on with a sigh as I heard a clicking, then his cigarette sizzling. “I could suck the barnacles off a -”

“God, stop,” I groaned over his musing.

“-In fact, I have sucked the barnacles off a-”

“Alright.” I said, sitting up then to yanked my hips back and pull my legs out from under where he was trying to pull them into his lap. I licked my lips and turned to use the couch to climb to my feet, yanking my pants up over my ass while Tosser stayed there on the floor, smoking and watching me.

He patted my naked ass before I had the chance to pull my pants up and I jerked at that, sticking my tongue in my cheek as I hurried to fix myself.

“So...wanna stay?” He drawled. “If you thought I was good with my mouth, you’d love what I can do with my fingers, church mouse...”

I ignored him completely, straightened my coat, and then marched quickly to the door, leaving the room and him behind swiftly.

To his credit, he didn’t follow me.

Which was good, because my head was all over the place and I probably would have willingly let him molest me more if he hadn’t let me go. It was like I could still feel his mouth on my dick, sucking, humming. My body wasn’t just in some post-orgasm recovery, it was in a post-Tosser recovery, when my head was just all clouded with his hands, and his tongue, and his stupid humming.

It was all I could think of on my rush back to the college, and I wondered if maybe the church was right about novus, because this felt like some sort of dark magic, a bewitchment delivered by a wicked, wicked man.

I showered and scrubbed myself aggressively before I went back to my room, trying to figure out why my dick felt different now before I got changed for bed and pulling closed the curtains. I sat there on my bed in silence for a moment, frowning. Had I seen something just then?

I peeked out my curtains and sure enough I saw Tosser there, smoking under the tree across from my dorms and I sat back, fixing my curtains so they were completely closed before I scowled.

If he thought I wouldn’t tell the school he was harassing me, he had another thing coming.

And I felt harassed.

Thoroughly, thoroughly harassed.

Aaaand...I didn’t hate it.