Avoiding Adoration

Prologue

Warning. This chapter does have RAPE in it. I do not support rape in any way, and you will not be missing that much if you don't read this chapter. It is near the ending, so if you would like, just skip the end of it. This is just to give a bit more information. 

"Katie. We've been waiting for you." Joe hummed as he and his friends pulled me into the party, handing me a drink. 

"You have?" I ask shocked. They always invited me back, but I never thought they would actually miss me. 

Tommy grips my wheelchair's handles and starts pushing me down the hall to the room we always use. I tilt my head back, wincing at the taste. Two bottles later, I'm more than tipsy as I giggle. 

"You look very pretty tonight." Tommy compliments. He's always been the nicest to me. He would always cuddle with me, and kiss me. The others just left. 

"Thank you," I murmur shyly glancing down at the red dress I was wearing. I had tried to dress up today, and Tommy noticing it made my day. 

"How's school been? The bullying stopped?" He asked scooping me up from the wheelchair, to place me on the bed. 

"No," I confess. 

"They haven't?" He asked, his gaze sharpening. "Maybe I can come to your schoo-"

"No! Don't. They'll just make more fun of me when you leave." I whisper shamefully. 

"But it's not good if your being bullied." His hands interlaced with mine. "I worry about you, Kit Kat."

"You shouldn't. I'm fifteen." I sigh. I glance around at the spinning room. Maybe I drank too much...

"Even if you were twenty, I still care about you." His chocolate brown eyes bore into mine. He opened his mouth to say something, but Joe stuck his head into the room. 

"Dude, the rest of us want a turn. You have a half hour. Then it's my turn." He called before slamming the door. 

"Do you want to?" Tommy asked, glancing at me warily. "You don't have to."

"I want to." I nod. 

He grips my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He kisses my cheek before pulling his shirt off. I lean forward and kiss down his lean chest to the waistband of his pants. With trembling fingers, I undo the buttons before pulling the zipper down on his jeans. His big hands cover mine as I fumble to pull them down. He gives me a grin, before pushing the jeans down along with his boxers. His semi-hard cöck bounces out. He was only slightly longer than all the other guys, but he was way thicker than all of them. 

I wrap my hands around his base, as I lick his tip. I continue to work at him, hollowing my cheeks out as I suck. His groans make me happy, and I start to suck harder, my hands working on what I can't reach. His hands sink into my hair, as he lets out a string of cuss words. 

"Katie." He groans. "I'll never get tired off you."

I love it when he says things like that. He could have any college girl, but he chose me. Me. He would always invite me to parties, and I never had to fear cops, because he, along with all his friends, were either 21 or older. 

I continued to blow him until he came undone before me. He tried to pull away, like usual, but I kept my lips around him. I looked up at him as he exploded in my mouth. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back slightly. 

He slowly pulled out of me and strode over to the attached bathroom. With a damp washcloth, he wiped the rest of his cum on my face, before cleaning himself. He pulled his boxers back on, before leaning down to kiss me.