When he slides out of me and sets me back down, he tugs my panties back to cover me, cupping me for a brief moment that makes me shudder with the possessiveness of it. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, soaking my panties.
“You’re going to sit in class like that,” he murmurs in my ear. “Full of my cum. Leaking it. And then you’re going to go home and make yourself come again, using it to get yourself wet. Send me a picture when you’re done, Savannah.”
He kisses me again, hard, and vanishes into the stacks.
I tell myself I’m not going to do it. But I can’t stop thinking about it. For the first time in my life, I hardly take any notes in class. And when I get back to my dorm, I go straight into my room and lock the door, sliding my hand beneath my dress and soaked panties and feeling the wetness of his cum there.
I rub it against my clit, fingers swirling as I get myself off with him all over me. The thought of it has me coming within seconds, but when I’m done, I can’t bring myself to take a picture and send it to him.
I’m not the kind of girl who takes nudes or sexy photos. And if Thad were to ever find out, to ever search my phone, even if I deleted it…
I’m terrified of the repercussions.
Once again, Vivian is out at her study group. And an hour later, I know when a knock comes at my door, that it’s Romeo.
When I open the door, he pushes his way inside. “You disobeyed me, didn’t you?” His voice is a thick, lustful growl, and my knees go weak.
“No, I—” I swallow hard. “I did… what you said.”
His gaze darkens. “You came back here and touched that wet pussy, thinking about me? You used my cum to get yourself off?”
My face is flaming, so hot I feel like I could burn up. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and I can’t believe I like it, that it’s getting me wet all over again. But I nod, and Romeo’s jaw tightens.
He steps forward, picks me up, and sets me on the edge of the kitchen counter before I can protest.
“I wanted to see,” he growls. “I wanted to see that pretty, swollen pussy all soaked with my cum, all pink and wet after you came for me.”
“I can’t… I’m not that kind of girl,” I whisper. “I can’t do that.”
His expression softens, the tiniest bit. “I see that,uccellino,” he murmurs. “So I came to see for myself.”
My gaze flies toward the front door of my dorm. “We should go to my room,” I whisper.
“You already made me wait long enough.” He pushes my skirt up. “I want to see, Savannah. Open your legs for me.”
My face is flushed hot. I’m wet again, I can feel it. When did things like this start to turn me on? Who is he turning me into?
“Vivian could come home…”
“Then you should hurry up,uccellino, before we get caught.”
Slowly, as if I’m outside of my body, I spread my legs open. “Take off your panties,” Romeo growls, and I lift my hips, sliding them off. They’re still wet with my arousal and his cum, and he balls them up in his hand, a feral smile on his face as he raises my skirt, his gaze fixed between my thighs.
I’m so embarrassed I feel like I could vanish into the counter, but Romeo looks ravenous. His eyes darken, his lips part, his tongue sweeping over them. “Perfect,” he breathes. “But I don’t think you’ve come enough for one day,uccellino.”
And then he leans down, pulling me to the edge of the counter, and presses his mouth between my thighs.
I feel dizzy, disbelieving. I’m a mess of his cum and my wetness, and he doesn’t seem to care. He eats me like he’s starving, pushing the fingers of one hand into me. “Fuck, I can feel myself in you,” he gasps. Then I hear the sound of his jeans opening.
I expect him to stand up and thrust into me, but instead his hand starts to move, and I realize he’s jerking off while he eats me out. Arousal sweeps through me, hot and devastating, and when I look down, I see that my panties are wrapped around his cock, the lace sliding up and down his stiff length as he groans against me, his tongue moving faster.
His fingers thrust inside of me, his tongue lashes against me, and I lose it completely.
I grab the counter as I cry out, coming hard on his tongue, and I hear and feel his ragged groan. His arm is moving fast, back and forth as he strokes himself, and he waits until my orgasm is nearly finished before he straightens suddenly, and I see thick, white fluid arc from the tip of his cock.
His cum splashes against my skin… my thighs, my skirt, my pussy. He paints my skin with it, groaning as he spurts again and again, and then he steps forward, pushing just the head of his cock inside of me as he throbs with the last pulses of his orgasm.
"Mine," he breathes again, and I don't correct him.
