This place is heavenfor any scientist. Sunlight filters through the windows, casting dancing shadows across a mess of action figures and, of course, a well-worn copy ofDunewithin reach.
“Next patrol, we need to stop at a bookstore. You’re running low if you’re readingDuneagain,” Wyll says, eyeing the novel like it’s poison. “That book is so boring.”
“You’re boring for not appreciating a classic,” Caleb bites back without missing a beat.
“TheLord of the Ringsis a classic. Your book is just about sand,” Wyll grins, clearly enjoying this ritual of jabs.
“Obviously, we didn’t read the same book,” Caleb snaps, still digging through his drawers. After a moment, he pulls out something that looks like a watch and tosses it my way. I catch it, flipping it on just like he showed us.
“Speaking of books... You got an e-reader, Cal?” Suddenly remembering that I could use some of his gizmos.
“I do. I reproduced the same electromagnetic tech that I used for our bikes, but made it smaller.”
“Could I get one?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. He’s got my attention now.
“Yeah, sure. You know me, once something works, I gotta make duplicates.” He says as he searches through the knick-knacks in his desk drawer.
“Thanks, man.”
“But what’s it for? You don’t read,” Caleb shoots back, a little too curious.
“Yeah, youdon’tread!” Wyll chimes in. The only time those two agree on something. I roll my eyes and head straight for the door, after grabbing the small chip Caleb finally found.
“Not important. See you tonight for patrol.”
We’reon night patrol in the village, so I don’t have that much time to unwind. But honestly, I’m not even thinking about that. My feet carry me straight to Avilyna’s room. Her door’s unwarded, again. That damn girl will never learn.
I ease the door open and shut it quietly behind me. Her reading device sits on the nightstand. After installing Caleb’s invention, I switch it on and hitstart. She didn’t try to use it; if she had, the wire would’ve fried.
The e-reader lights up, opening right in the middle of a page.
“I swallow, my body tight with anticipation, but he moves my hand to my pussy, telling me to prime myself.
I rub my clit in soft, slow circles as pleasure leisurely unfurls deep within my core with each brush of my hand. Felix palms my tits as I continue to play with myself, his eyes drinking in my building desire. And as if sensing what I need, Charles’ finger sinks inside me.
Slowly, I relax.
And after a couple of minutes, I start backing up into it, my orgasm building again. His finger feels good as it plunges in and out of my pussy, the sound of my arousal evident.
I know what I’m doing should make me feel bad, but I can’t when it all feels so right.”
“What a naughty littleterror,” I mutter to myself, unable to stop the words from slipping out.
Avilyna’s taste in reading?
Well, it’s simply wickedlydelicious.The temptation to grab that e-reader and dive into whatever secrets are hiding is eating at me. But I’d rather hear those secrets spill straight from her pretty mouth.
As I pass her chair, I catch sight of her favourite oversized T-shirt, the one I’ve seen her wear every morning at breakfast. Soft, well-worn and smelling of her. An idea forms in my mind. Without thinking, I toss mine aside and pull hers on. It fits me perfectly.
And holy shit.
Any sense of gravity disappears. I’m gone, lost in the ecstasy of her. Her scent hits me, overwhelming and all-consuming.
Fuck.
This isn’t normal. My pulse is a drumbeat in my ears, faster than it should be. Damn it, I need to get a grip. Still, I leave my shirt behind.
I slip out of her room as quietly as I can. My footsteps quicken down the back hallway, two at a time. I’m already mad at myself for letting my weakness slip. The moment I hit the back door, I go straight to my room. Quickly pulling the shirt over my head, inhaling it deeply before throwing it on my bed. I walk straight to the balcony.
