Elliot Jacobs
Sweet Treat
I hate how naive Rowyn is. She eats up every word that falls from my lips, and it’s disgusting. It’s even sicker how badly I want her. I want her every whimper, shiver, and gasp. Having her in my bed the other night was something I didn’t realize I missed. I know there’s no replacing Zoe. No matter how hard I’ve tried. No one can be her, but Rowyn sleeping peacefully in my arms, completely naked, was—a soft rap at my door pulls me out of my thoughts, and I get up from my chair to answer it. Opening the door, I’m shocked to see Rowyn standing here, out of breath and completely flustered.
“Hey, can I come in?” she asks, and I step aside to let her enter. She walks in, then spins, looking at me in a way I can’t fully read. “Why did you lie?” she asks.Ah, that’s what the look is. Uncertainty.
“What did I lie about?” I ask, then shut the door and lock it. She looks down at her feet, then up to me as she tucks a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.She’s nervous. Perfect.
“Y-you asked me to come to your game, but there’s no game. So why lie?”
“I didn’t. I don’t know what you are talking about. What has you so worked up tonight? Where are you coming from?” I ask, and her eyes widen.
“Uh, you did. But to answer your question, tutoring,” she says, and I raise a brow.
“You need a tutor?” I laugh, walking over to my desk. “You can sit on the bed if you’d like,” I offer, and she does.
“No. I’m on scholarship, so I chose to do tutoring, and your friend pissed me all the way off. All of you have this week,” she states, and I’m taken back by her attitude.
“What the hell did I do?” I state, already knowing the answer.
“Not so much you, but your stupid friends. I'm sure you heard all about it,” she snaps, and I laugh.
“Maybe. But relax. What can I do to better your mood?” I ask, and she huffs.
“I’m not sure,” she says flatly, so I get up from my desk and stand between her legs, dragging my fingers over her chest and up to her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
“I have a few ideas.” I grin.
“Yeah? What’s that?” she asks, and I tilt my head as my finger trails down her neck and over her chest to the curve of her tits. She sucks in a breath when my thumb circles her hard nipple.
“I have a few, but the main one requires you to get naked again,” I whisper, and she shivers at my words.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she says as my other hand glides between her thighs, widening them.
“Why not? I’ve already seen every inch of you. I’m dying for another taste,” I half lie, and she shivers again.
“Really?” she asks. I hate that she’s so hard on herself. She’s fucking gorgeous, so I don’t understand the confidence issue.
“Yes, Petal,” I answer.
“Can you at least shut off the lights?” she asks, and I smile.
“Only if I can undress you,” I say, but she shakes her head. “Why not. I’ve seen you naked. This is the easy part.”
“I know, but you’re you and I’m me,” she says, casting her eyes down.
“I don’t know what that means, but if you insist,” I say, walking over to the switch and killing the lights.
Going over to my desk, I grab the remote and turn on the LEDs, putting them on red and dimming them. “This okay?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters as I remove my shirt, tossing it across the room. Walking back over to her, I grip the bottom of her hoodie and pull it over her head. Her hands touch my stomach, making my muscles flex. I take her hand and place it over my sweats, letting her feel how hard I am for her. “You feel that, Petal?”
“Mmhmm,” she answers.
“That’s for you. Take him out,” I command, and she dips her hand into my sweats, wrapping her fist around my thick length. I hiss when her thumb grazes my tip, causing my hips to thrust in her hold, and I groan. My fingers glide over her chest, pulling her tank down.
“No bra?” I ask, and she shakes her head. I use both of my hands to free her tits and rub my thumbs over her nipples. “Slide up the bed for me,” I tell her, and she removes her hand from my cock and takes the rest of my clothes off. She removes her shoes and slides back up the bed. I place both of my hands on her thighs to stop her and reach for the top of her black leggings and pull them down her thighs, removing them from her legs. She moves the rest of the way up the bed, and I move between her thighs, kissing each one as I get to where I want to be. Myhands dig into her skin, loving the way she feels, thick and perfect against me. I take my thumb and rub it over her clit through her panties. She jolts but moans with every swipe.
