And when she wraps her hand around my dick, winking up at me, I can’t contain it any longer. My cum spills down her throat, the veins in my neck spasming as I groan out her name.
She swallows around my head, making my hips flex at the sensation as she greedily laps it all up.
Both panting, I stuff my dick back into my pants, reaching out my hand to help her to her feet. She draws her thumb across her swollen bottom lip. “I’m not considering that as a punishment, hope you know that.”
My chuckle thunders off the walls, my voice still hoarse. “I hope you’re prepared for the scars your knees will bear. Becauseeach time you backchat me, expect the joints to weaken in anticipation for what’s to come.”
I press a tender kiss to her lips, tasting myself on her as our tongues caress off each other, deepening the kiss as she moans into my mouth.
I pull away, giving her a chaste kiss before slapping her ass, striding past her.
She doesn’t follow, and when her voice echoes off the walls, a devilish smirk bestows itself upon me.
“Wait, you’re just gonna leave me here?!” Her last word hitches up at the end, the need evident.
I look over my shoulder at her as I reach the door, one hand pressed against the wood as I open it slightly. “Oh, did you think that was me trying to punish you? Oh no.” I laugh, watching her flushed cheeks deepen as her eyes flare.
Turning to fully face her, I watch her still trying to catch her breath. “I know you’re wound tighter than a coiled spring right now, and I’ll be leaving you like that until I’m ready to deal with it.”
Facing back around, she squeaks from the other side of the room, “Saint!”
I jam the door open, walking backwards as I pull a cigarette from the packet in my back pocket. I’m such a prick, and Indie isn’t excused from that either, only she receives her treatment in a different form.
I wink at her. “Don’t even bother touching yourself, Indie darling. That’s my job.”
8
Indie
see you again - carrie underwood
“Where’syournewcomputer,by the way?” I ask Regina, watching her tapping away on the laptop in her bedroom. She’s due to leave with Dawson tomorrow, and I can’t help but be glued to her side before she goes. Seeing as later I have a ‘training session’.
She tugs a drive out from the side of the device, leaning back from her makeshift desk to face me. “After yesterday’s plans, we thought it was best I got it set up beside Dawson’s own one. Just loading all my programs so I can install the software on it.”
My smile cocks up the side of my mouth. “Aww, you’re working together.”
Regina still hasn’t divulged much more information about her and Dawson’s relationship, however, I did catch them smooching when I snuck out for a midnight snack in the corridor.
“It’s not that deep, Indie,” she says, turning back to face the computer, flustering with her hair.
I bark a laugh. “Yes it is. You’re blushing again.”
She snaps her head to me, her hand drifting up to press against her cheek, then begins to tug on the neck of her hoodie. “It’s just getting hot in here.”
My laugh flows from me, and it feels genuine for once. “Yeah, okay, don’t break into song. It’s freezing,andsnowing.”
“Shut up.”
I wait.
And I wait.
The moment realisation washes over my best friend, she turns at breakneck speed, almost taking out the suitcases her laptop rests on. “Wait, what?!”
“Damn, you must really be loved up if your snow meter didn’t go off.”
Rolling her eyes, she leaps from the bed, throwing her words over her shoulder as she peers out the shutters. “We should have a snowball fight later. I have a strong urge to pummel you to the point you look like you got stuck under an avalanche.”
