Maybe I don’t want to go back home. I’m sure they’ll understand a woman has needs. I have a massive sex drive, and a vast array of toys since my ex often complained I was overly sexual. Who knew that was a thing? So, this man in front of me is the crème de la crème, silently offering himself on a silver platter in the shape of a deep leather couch, and I want to partake in the buffet.
I swear I might have a little drool in the corner of my mouth, and to be honest, it’s not the only place that’s getting slightly wet. And then he stands up and his shirt finally falls off his shoulders like he’s presenting his delicious body for my perusal.Yep. My panties are done now.His abs flex as he pulls his arms out of his sleeves. Reaching for his pants, he pauses to gauge my reaction, and my mouth goes dry.
I look up and catch his heated gaze staring at me. Time slows down as I watch his feverish eyes travel down my body, a singeing trail of heat follows his path before he locks eyes with me. His green eyes flash with desire, and a wave of lust hits my core, causing me to blush and clench my legs to keep from shifting. He smirks like he knows what kind of effect he’s having on me and my asshole meter starts blaring.
“Are you expecting something there?” I cock an eyebrow and nod my head in the direction where his hands are resting on his fly.
He looks down at his crotch, and when he looks back up again a sly smile is on his lips, “I’m just getting more comfortable so you can play, little minx.”
Danger, Will Robinson!
This man was sex on a thick. I mean stick.
He flicks open the top button of his slacks and it’s like giving his zipper the green light at a drag race. I watch in awe as it slides down enough to answer the question of what kind of underwear he wears. Let’s just say he wasn’t a big fan.
Now obviously, this wasn’t planned and I wasn’t intended, but I can’t pass up a chance to play with someone, especially a cocky sex god with a big... ego. So two could play this game. Putting down the book I’m still holding, I walk out from the nook so I’m facing him and the fireplace. I cock my hip out and stretch, raising my arms above my head, pushing my breasts together, and showing off my flat midriff. Slowly, I shift my hips, allowing my belly button piercing to catch the light, bringing his gaze to my exposed skin, and I lick my lips.
“I doubt you can handle my type of playtime; I’m often put into timeout for being too rough,” my voice drops into a seductive purr as I lower my arms.
“Oh yeah?” His eyes become hooded as he places his hands on his slacks, waiting. Waiting for what? I have no clue.
I nod, answering his question, and apparently that was what he was waiting for.
“Now that’s the type of foreplay I like,” he growls, shoving his pants down over his thighs and stepping out of them as he moves closer. A glint of light catches my eye, and I focus on his dick. Piercings run up the underside of his cock, and is that a Prince Albert? Insert panty inferno here. Right here. Actually, I don’t think I’m wearing any more panties. They just went up in flames. I would like to think I’m a dick connoisseur, but watching porn sadly doesn’t qualify me as one. So, trust me when I say this dick is beautiful. Can dicks be beautiful? I instantly wanted to drop to my knees and taste him.
No, bad pussy. We’re teasing here. Get on the same page.
I slowly walk backwards around the sofa while running my hands over my curves, pinching my nipples through my thin tank top. His eyes zero in on my breasts as I fondle them and bite my lip, hoping I’m looking like the sex goddess I’m pretending to be.
“Now, where do you think you’re going, sweet tits? The sofa pulls out, but I don’t have to,” he says.
Eww, did he just say that? Who calls someone sweet tits anyway?
Watching his eyes track my fingertips, I trail one hand down to cup and rub my mound while the other plucks at my perky nipple. “Hey there, little soldier,” glancing at his dick. Looking back at him, I see a frown grace his face, but his eyes flash with interest. “Aww, you couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions, Trouble,” I say.
Cock twitching, his athletic body prowls around the couch and follows me towards the door. His eyes spark at my challenge, and silver flecks glow across his bright blue eyes.
Wait, weren’t they a green color before?
“You know my tongue can do a better job of teasing you than my words can,” his voice drops to a husky allure as his tongue comes out to play with his lip ring. Being at arms reach of the door, I watch as Mr. Trouble moves close enough that I can smell the spicy cologne he’s wearing with a hint of jasmine, and it stops me in my tracks. His smell is intoxicating, like pure seduction tailored just for me. Another wave of arousal hits me as I hold back the desire to moan and rip my clothes off.
Pushing my chest out against my tank top, I watch as his pupils dilate. Stepping closer into me, I feel the piercings of his cock pressing into my stomach. The temptation to run my finger over his shaft and collect his precum to taste him is almost too great. We are close enough for our breaths to mingle, so I lean in and run my tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping at the soft flesh, feeling him shudder as he moans. I whisper, “I’ve seen where your tongue has been. Too bad. Maybe when you’ve been disinfected. Until then...” Leaning back, I blow him a sultry kiss and wink as I slip out the door. The last thing I see is the shock gracing his beautiful face. Purgatory - 0, Nerezza - 1.
Chapter Ten
Maybe this really is Hell
Rez
The one thing I didn’t get or even think about while we were out shopping for our dorm room was clothes, that is until I wake up without them. I had given up my pursuit of getting a jump on finding my classes after running into sex-on-a-stick. So, I came back to the dorm and passed out in my underwear.
Looking at my clothes in disgust, but knowing I don’t have any other choice, I slip back into my dirty rags. Disappointed with my lack of forethought, I head off in search of Moni to see about getting some new ones.
I find her sitting at the breakfast bar, gulping coffee from Sparks. “Hey there, my little ray of sunshine,” she says, giggling at me. All I can muster up is a grunt and plop myself on the stool next to her, resting my head in my hands. Lynx is sitting on the counter eating what looks like a small bowl of fruit in his Marten form.
‘Hey hot stuff! You look like something I dragged in or coughed up!’Lynx chuckles.
‘Ugh! Shut up! You look like a rat!’I fire back.
