Show You How It's Done

I am in love.

Not with Frank per say but with his mouth and all the amazing things he could do with it. Like right now Frank is sitting at a table across the cafeteria with his friends... deep throating a banana. Literallydeep throating the banana. He makes sure to make eye contact with me while he pushes the banana as far down his throat as he can only to pull it back out and bite the tip. The sight of him pushing that banana in and out of his mouth would probably look disgusting to anyone else, but of course it give me a very obvious problem. So instead of looking at him I try to focus on the conversation going on around me. It's not much help, just Lindsey and her friends complaining about something. They're not really her friends, more like her minions. Or at least that's what assume, I'm not that great at reading people but there's no way Lindsey could actually like them. Oh well, anyway back to Frank.
No wait. Not Frank... anything but Frank.
Of course he had to choose this very moment to text me.

‘You know it's impolite to stare...’

‘I wouldn't have to if you would stop being suck a dick’ I text back angrily.
He replies a second later, ‘Suck a dick? Sure, how ‘bout yours?’. I'm confused for a second before I notice my mistake.

‘I meant SUCH a dick asshole. Stop being such a dick’

‘Oops too bad I'm already thinking about it...’
I look up and see him smirking at me, the same smirk from the library. I groan and hide my head in my arms on the table.

‘ I bet your thinking about it too huh?’

‘Thinking about your throbbing cock sliding in and out of my mouth? You gasping for breath, squirming and arching I'd have to hold your hips down as you try to stop your moans but it doesn't work, and if it does...I’d make sure it doesn't’

I try to look away but the messages keep coming.

‘Or are you thinking about me fucking you? Your face contorting into something between agony and ecstasy, your hot, tight walls clamping around every inch of me’

‘ Your fingernails clawing down my back, your beautiful face swept with a sinful red, legs spread wide just for me, allowing me in repeatedly, no— practically begging for it, almost screaming at –Every. Single. Thrust’

I accidentally let out a groan at the last one, internally begging my eyes to look away but I can't. I definitely can't look at him, he'll definitely see how much his words are effecting me. I bite my lip and look at him through a crack between my arms. I can see his usually bright hazel eyes dark with lust. We hold eye contact while he types on his phone,

‘Outside the cafeteria doors’

‘Now.’

At his demand I gather up my bag and give Lindsey some excuse about extra credit work and bolt out of the cafeteria. He's somehow already there when I get outside and says nothing to me as he grabs my arm and drags me through the student parking lot. “Fuck, Frank where are we going?” I ask while trying to get out of his grasp. He stops in front of a silver four door car and unlocks the doors and drags me into the backseat. I let out a muffled shout as he shoves his mouth on mine. I start to push him away but give in when he straddles me and grinds his erection into mine. He drags his lips up to my ear. “Seems like you're having a little problem, huh?” He whispers, voice so deep it almost a growl. He shoves one knee between my legs and kisses me hungrily, fisting his fingers in my hair.
"Ngh," I grunt, turning my head away. "Frank?" I ask, shifting as he releases his grip on my hair and lays on top of me instead.”Why did you want to come out here?”
“You know what I want Gerard, I think I made it pretty clear.”

Notes

UGH IM SO SORRY idk what happened but the first time I posted this chapter only half of it was posted and it didn't make any sense at all... I'll try not to fuck up the chapters anymore