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her point hit harder than he expected, and he felt some of his defensiveness flare. "you're right," the words coming out tighter than he intended. "i should have told you. but i didn't because i was trying to handle it quietly, without involving you, without you having to think about it." homme stood up, needing to move, needing the space. "that's the problem though, ainsley. you can't have it both ways. you can't tell me you want to be kept in the loop and also expect me to not worry about you doing exactly what you did tonight." jaw flexed as he turned back to face her. "so here's what's going to happen. when something involves you directly, something that affects us, i'll tell you what i'm doing. but that comes with a condition." his voice was firm, brooking no argument. "you listen to my instructions. you don't go rogue. you don't show up at someone's house with a knife in your hand because you're angry." he moved closer, his expression serious. "i need to know you can trust my process, trust that i'm handling things the right way. because tonight proved that when you don't trust me, people end up dead and i end up cleaning it up." he paused. "can you do that? can you actually follow through when i tell you to wait?"
"and when you don't involve me how can i know what's going on? if it's something that involving me i need to know — anything else you can keep to yourself ... within reason." didn't want to risk him seeing this as a way to shut her out in the name of protecting her, she knew who and what he was, loved him for everything that he was. frowning as he stood up she chewed the inside of her cheek, hating the tension that rippled between them. "okay, i'll do that but for the record i didn't show up with a knife. i just wanted to talk to her and she lost her shit." not that it mattered at this moment in time when the woman was dead and dumped somewhere, but it felt like something abel needed to understand. "i do trust you, i need you to trust me in return okay? it needs to work both ways", and tonight had proven what could happen if they didn't. "i love you abel, i love every part of you and i think ... i think you're still hesitating about letting me in, entirely in. and i understand, i don't blame you for what happened tonight but it's something we need to work on together." what they had was too important to throw away because ainsley lost her head over some pointless fuck he'd had in the past. "and thank you, for ... for everything you did tonight."
"do friends not have loyalty with each other, baby? i think they do … that's not me being in charge," hums with a shrug of her shoulders against the soft bed. teeth sink into lesser lip as he spanks her yet again, each one leaving her skin more raw than the last. it delights her to know that when she wears her slutty little bikinis again tomorrow, everyone will see her handprint all over her perky rear. "… or we can give it to ayla. at least somebody can get use out of it, i'd hate to be wasteful, baby," at least somebody would be able to use the toy this weekend instead of letting it rot at the bottom of the lake. if anything, he should be proud of her for being so giving and also for caring about not throwing plastic into a body of water. palm curls into a fist, grasping at the duvet when homme sinks deeper into pulsating walls. "feel so good, daddy," hips swirl against him prompting a series of moans and mewls to spill from swollen lips. "you can listen to him, ayla," she's grinning and hopes that keenan can hear the teasing in her voice, watching as the brunette pushes her legs further apart and dipping her hand further down despite still being fully clothed. attention is brought back to boyfriend when hands are used to push cheeks apart, "mmm … i think you should, daddy. take all of my holes, use me like a good fuckin' girl …" a shiver shoots up her spine at the sensation of saliva landing against tightest hole, eyes snapping shut. "no, don't think so … ayla, you ever got fucked in the --" query is cut off and her back arches when homme finally sinks all the way into her. 'no, i've never done anal … but … i want to watch,' lifts head with a smile and turning to look at keenan over her shoulder, "she's getting bold, not being so shy anymore. could fuck my ass while she eats the cum from my cunt, how does that sound?"
his girl was slightly delusional and he loves it. "sure princess, if you think that's what a normal friendship is then let's go with that", playfully assures her, as if he gives a single fuck what her friendships are like once they're not hurting her. supposes she needs to be dominant with someone since there's no way it happens often enough with keenan to satiate her. cunt hugs his cock as he grips her against him, devouring the way she reacts to him. "nope", shakes his head in twisted glee at her pathetic attempt at a compromise. "if ayla wants to cum she can figure it out for herself, you're a big girl aren't you?" pins the other woman with a heated glare, brows rising and daring her to contradict him — not that it matters, he's going to toss that damn thing no matter what. hues roll at her condescending words, opting to aim another harsh swat against her ass in return. if her friend was going to watch she might as well have a good time, he wasn't cruel enough to demand she sit like a statue the entire time. "god you're so fuckin' perfect ... " teeth scrape at his lower lip as he exposes her tightest hole, dick pulsing at the thought of splitting it open. "fuck baby, you just love when daddy dumps his cum in every hole, don't you?" fully sheathed inside dylan's cunt is like snorting a line of pure cocaine, light headed as he pauses against her, leaking tip of his cock nudging her cervix. they were like opposite ends of a magnet, constantly throwing themselves at one another and keenan lives for it — truthfully his only real reason to live is the woman on all fours in front of him. "thought so ... " clucks his tongue as he admires the spit that trickles down her ass, digit pushing inside as he begins to roll his hips back, to feel the wet resistance of her body to let him go. "think it sounds good to me princess, i think she'd look good under you and this filthy cunt will need to be cleaned when i'm finished with it." sharing with another woman isn't something keenan's ever needed nor wanted with dylan, but he couldn't deny the thought of her friend eating the cum out of her pussy while he takes her ass sounds hot as hell. "you wanna do that, ayla? tongue fuck your best friend and swallow my cum?" head swivels to femme in question as he adds a finger to dylan's ass, grunting involuntarily at how tight she is, hips snapping forward already because he doesn't stand a chance at getting himself under control tonight.
my girl can wear whatever she wants because i can break your jaw
365 Days (2020) dir. Tomasz Mandes & Barbara Białowąs
#garrett developing selective amnesia everytime justin appears 😭
OFF CAMPUS (2026—)
" so when were you going to tell me , huh ? "
" maybe when i decided it was any of your business? which it isn't, unless you're planning on hopping on my dick tonight and make me rethink? "
(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling
she watches ingrid carefully, able to see more of her now that she’s sitting right in front of her in a lit area. she’s pretty — her facial features sharp yet intriguing, that gaze of hers analyzing but not in an intrusive way. for some reason when she reveals that she’s a journalist — everything clicks for paloma. the inquisitive nature, how persistent she remained even when paloma was (is still) acting flighty. maybe this is the divine intervention she was promised by others. had ingrid been put in her way deliberately to save her from her path of damnation? she dissociates briefly, blinking slowly as she reaches for the scone, taking a small bite… then a bigger bite once the tart flavor hits her tongue. she’s starving. “ m’guessin’ you don’t get many big stories around here? ” paloma begins to wonder if news of missing people from various local areas have hit this small, unassuming town. it’s the reason the runaways had chosen it as their safe point post escape. “ home is home. s’hard to leave it when you go out into the real world and realize how scary it is out there. do you regret comin’ back? ”
at least now ingrid didn't have to fret over keeping her profession under wraps anymore — she may have the prospect of a story in her mind but she wasn't going to outright lie. doesn't know what she was expecting, but their nonchalant reaction makes ingrid blink, relief rushing through her veins as she snorts and reaches for her coffee. " last month i wrote about three missing sheep ... three. i think i lost a few braincells typing that one up ", decaffeinated drink slips down her throat, cooled down enough for it to successfully trick ingrid's body into believing it's a real coffee. " but we get a weird email or two every now and then, y'know? people saying their husband or kid's run off but people around here are big on keeping things private, i kinda like my car having functioning tyres so those don't get looked into ", even if ingrid desperately wants to, but people see her car pulling up to their front door and they clam up or plain tell her to fuck off. " i guess ... it's habit, i know everyone here even if most of 'em can be assholes but i don't regret coming back — just coming so soon. " lost count of how many hours she's spent dwelling on the 'what ifs' and in the end she's still here. " but home can also be a prison for some, i just got lucky and my parents love me — ain't that way for everyone. " shrugging she reaches for her donut, sticky fingers coated in sugar as she pulls a piece of soft dough apart. " you uh ... i don't wanna pry but i feel like you're waiting for the world to fall down on top of you or somethin' and i just wanna say you don't need to feel that way ... not right now. "
high takes her under , wave after wave making her tremble on top of him , nails cutting marks and trails of where she'd been . if he decides to screw anybody else within the next few days , they'll be able to see exactly where her fingers were , and how good he made her feel . a sheen of sweat coats her limbs , swollen lips parting around the neediest noises , each one bouncing off of the fogged up windows . " f - fuck , daddy .. " whines from shaky brims , brows hanging low over half - lidded stare as she watches him lick the taste of their mixed arousal from his fingers . it's the hottest thing she's seen , and she hates him for it . every moment they spend together haunts her every thought and this one will vividly live rent - free in her head after this . " we made such a mess .. " gaze is fixated on how his tongue drags along long , corded digits and she has half a mind to yank his cock out , and use them next . but she refrains — for now . leans forward and captures his mouth with hers , the kiss slow , and intimate , and nothing like how she previously rutted against his lap . fingers curl around the base of his neck , dragging him up towards her , the flavor of their arousals coating her tongue , and she's moaning deliriously as it lathers appendage . " but we do taste so good — don't we , baby ? " a sick grin curves her lips and she's only retracting to shift off of the balls of her feet , and settle knees back onto the leather . " mm , don't know ... i've had better . " grin grows , clearly fucking with him as she leans back to flip dark tresses over her shoulder and drags palms from his pec to his torso . " might need to go to your place ... so you can give me something more convincing . you gonna drive us back or did i fuck your brain cells out of that pretty head of yours ? " and instead of moving back to the passenger seat , she makes herself comfortable on his lap , refusing to let any drop slip out of her as she ducks her head and licks along his neck . " might be a distracting drive .. but i think you got it . "
there was always a sense of peace that came over him when he climaxed, yet with nikita it feels like someone's injected serenity right into his veins — momentarily sated but knowing it won't last. licking their combined release from his digits dante loses himself in the moment, their sweat slick bodies still pressed together and his heart hammering so hard it might just break through his chest. "mm", a long slide of his tongue down his index finger drags the sound into a moan of approval, giving his seat nothing more than a quick glance. "ain't that what valets are for baby? a good girl would offer to clean it up herself but you aren't one of those, right?" couldn't give a damn who seen the pooling liquid on the fabric, he might actually feel a dark sense of pride at someone else laying eyes on it — proof that tonight happened. lips connect and dante maps her mouth with his tongue, spreading their taste across the hot inside of her as his hand loosens on her throat, hoping that tomorrow faint bruises will decorate her flesh. he can't openly claim ownership of her, this is the second best option. "taste so fuckin' sweet, can't wait to get between these legs tonight", envisions the wet slipping of his appendage into her cunt, lapping at her entrance before feeling her walls quiver around his tongue. they tasted more than good ... they tasted addictive and that was an issue, dante could never be happy with just once. not with nikita. "really?" amusement makes dark hues glint in the dim interior of his car, studying her still flushed face as his palm rises to ghost across her cheek. "i mean ... i can't have you thinking i've let you down, can i?" feels an almost childish excitement bubble within him at the prospect of bringing her back to his place. crossing yet another line. "nah, this is an automatic so i think we're good baby — daddy's got you, don't worry." with her making a home in his lap dante chuckles at her damn nerve, that confidence she has that he won't ask her to move regardless of how awkward driving becomes. "gonna cockwarm me until we get there? might take the long way if so ... " limbs still feel weighed down with pleasure as he presses the button to start the engine, the low rumble humming through the car as he doesn't so much as pause before pulling the car away from it's spot in the alley, cardboard boxes shifting outside as some hidden animal runs from the disturbance.
finds himself wanting to show her how good it could all be — how a man should have her falling apart : on his tongue , his fingers , his cock , her toys . but these are all desires that aren't his to have , not when they're doing all of this to grasp the attention of another man just downstairs . yet , can't find it in himself to care when she's so pliant and warm in his grasp . she squirms against him whilst fingers travel higher and he's squeezing the flesh of her thigh , mouth slotting against hers with a hunger that burrows deep within his gut . swallows her gasp selfishly , tongue licking along hers in punishment for all the carnal thoughts she's been inspiring since they entered his room . shit , if he were honest .. since he picked her up tonight . that fucking dress , and those long , tan legs , and the dip into her cleavage — it was a wonder how kyle didn't fall to his knees for her on sight , and write a whole album about her . probably would after tonight . thought annoys him so much that his grasp on her skin is bruising , grunting against plush brims as he sucks lesser into his mouth . " then be a good girl and keep it on me . " wants to wipe her brain clean of the man whose attention she's been pining after , devour her in every way she deserves .. to make her feel wanted , desired , full . " i'm going to give you your first orgasm , " there's a possessiveness laced in rough timbre as pads of his fingers finally reach lace clinging to her heaven and he's groaning into her mouth , " i'm going to have you falling apart , " hooks index and middle , and yanks fabric aside with a delicate tear , " and it'll be my name panted from your lips . " pays no mind to how territorial he's feeling because the moment index and middle swipe along her slit , he's feeling sweet dew saturating fingertips , and his groin throbs with a brutality that makes him feel dizzy . she's soaked for him and he hasn't touched her yet , and that knowledge has a beast roaring its ugly head deep inside his chest . she's shifting then , straddling his lap and his lids flutter open briefly to watch her , mouth swollen and cheeks flush , " so fuckin' pretty . " brushes a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth before one palm settles on her hip , tugging her flush to the bulge in his sweatpants .
another moan fumbles from her lips , and his other hand falls to dip beneath his shirt she's wearing , gripping pert cheek firmly in his hand and squeezing . " keep going . " grated timbre is brushed to her mouth as his head dips to brush hot , open - mouthed kisses to her jaw and neck . " use my cock to make yourself cum . " encourages , tongue dragging along the veins protruding from her neck before he's sinking his teeth into delicate flesh and lewdly sucking to disguise the needy groans rumbling from his throat . fingers slip between her thighs again , thumb dragging along swollen clit , and tracing slow , strategic circles , " then i'm going to lick you clean . "
the serotonin hit she gets from his praise spreads through her body like honey, a slick slide into her bloodstream as an acknowledging whimper hushes against his mouth. "i'll be your good girl", femme finds herself suspecting that she would be his anything if it meant more of this. in all her times imagining what being with kyle might feel like it has never been like this — filled her with a wanting so consuming it's rooting itself into her bones. kyle is the furthest thing from her mind as their tongues dance around one another, body temperature soaring as his hand delves between her thighs to the evidence of just what he has done to her already. "y — you will? i'm not ... i don't want you to feel bad if you can't though, okay?" palms glide across his shoulders, broad and hot against her skin. but if anyone can bring her to orgasm it'll be him, nya may not believe all the rumours around campus but there are some that have been repeated so often that they're just fact — roman is a god in bed. lips part as her panties are pulled aside, air brushing against her sensitive folds as he explores her for the first time. "i ... jesus, i think i might just say whatever you want at this point." breathless giggle escapes as her hues dip to the tiny space between their bodies upon her turn, watching his hand work at her dripping cunt. "god that's ... " the slight roll of her chocolate hues follow that small roll of her hips, creamy hole pulsing in need as her body rubs against his clothed cock. it's amazing that they're not fucking and nya feels so aroused, saliva pooling in her mouth at the promise of that amount of dick stretching her out. "you're only saying that because i'm wearing your shirt", brunette coyly chides as her lips search for his, barely satisfied from that little kiss against them. mouths part ways and she gasps, nipples peaked to the point of pain as his lips soon traverse down the soft skin of her jaw and neck. "feels good ... so fucking good", and begins thinking that maybe she can orgasm with someone else, even if he technically isn't fucking her. fingers splay against the sides of his neck as she rubs herself against him, a slow back and forth that smears her sweet arousal across the fabric of his boxers. a damp spot forming that she'll happily lick clean afterward. "sh — shit i ... fuck! roman ... god keep your finger right there", hips buck as he caresses her swollen bud, his filthy words only stoking the fire inside higher, wilder. one palm smoothes down his collarbone, fingers trailing a languid path down his toned chest as she rocks with growing confidence, picturing them doing this without that thin layer of fabric in the way. nonsensical sounds rip from her throat as her head tips back, errant curls tumbling past her shoulder blades as the friction and pleasure threaten to become too much.
"faster ... i'm close, s'close da — baby and i ... fuck, i need it." hunger like she's never known tears through her small frame as she grinds desperately upon his lap, slowness forgotten in the face of chasing her first orgasm partially given to her by someone else. fingers curl against his chest, promising the breaking of skin imminently if he continues playing her like his favorite instrument. "please! please roman i'm right there, shit i'm right there."
would normally hold cards close to bare chest , but she's so far gone , pleasure dripping down his length and coating his balls , that she can't find it in her to deny him a real answer . " no , " pants , nails digging into this chest and clawing a pretty trail down his pecs , " they don't feel as good as you . they never do . you're the only one who knows how to fuck me . " may as well dribble out love confessions with how vulnerable it feels but can't care right now . she'll worry about the implications later . there's a scorching fire burning a hole through her abdomen and the throbbing between her legs is so loud that she's barely holding onto her sanity , blown out pupils fluttering down at him as he calls her out . " and you're going to pretend like you weren't ? " counters breathlessly , limbs on fire with her relentless movements , " i know you were on your way here , anticipating exactly what would happen if i climbed over this console . you going to lie to me , daddy ? " her touch on his jaw is almost affectionate , soft , until fingers are dipping harshly into his skin and dragging his mouth to hers in a furious embrace . the kiss is punishing , needy , every lap of her tongue dragging them both deeper and deeper to hell . by the time she's pulling back , the grind of her hips is driving her closer and closer to her orgasm , and there's a tipsy curve of her lips despite being stone cold sober . " they too used to seeing women use your apartment like a revolving door ? " has already made up her mind — she will be needing more information from him , because she'll be needing more of him . nothing is ever enough where he's considered , and that's a problem she'll save for a rainy day . swollen lips fall open around a string of broken moans , her lids fluttering shut briefly as his tip strikes her again , and again , waves of pleasure making her nipples rock hard to the point of pain . god , he feels so fucking good .. it's unfair . it should be criminal . " f - fuck , dante .. i - god , i love your cock .. " confession fumbles from an unhinged jaw as his palm wraps it securely around her neck and she's leaning into his grasp , lips twitching with the urge to smile . she's so close , can feel her orgasm on the tip of her tongue , the car windows fogging up and masking what they're doing on the other side , and she almost wants to swipe her palm along the condensation ... ensure that if anybody were to walk by , they'd witness him falling apart for her .
" yes , baby .. need every drop inside my pussy . you going to give it to me ? i can feel how full you are ... " the noises he's rewarding her with are driving her mad , walls suffocating his cock as his hips lifting to meet her own , and she's collapsing forward , her moans growing more erratic . " sh-shit , just .. just like that .. keep - keep fucking me back like that .. " her eyes are starting to cross , nails embedding into his nape as she glances down between them again , admiring where their bodies meet . " fuck ! fuck me .. " whine is torn from her throat as he strikes her cheek and seconds later , is pouring inside her greedy cunt , and she crashes the moment he does — frame freezing up , and then she's shaking like a leaf on top of him , pussy milking him for everything he's worth , and spilling down his cock .
dante has always known that he was better than those waste of space boys she busies herself with in his absence, but hearing it sends him into another fucking solar system — a sharp snap of his hips upward and a smug smile on his sweat slick features. "see? you can be a good girl, all you need is my dick balls deep inside you." and god it would be a sweet way to spend the rest of his life, nestled between her soft thighs with her holes constantly filled by him and only him. "never said i wasn't baby, seen you walking toward this car and my cock got hard", in the confined space of this car it seems like they're laying everything bare, including the mutual desire to tear one another apart. "did you feel it when you walked over to me? this tight little cunt weeping for daddy?" imagines her pretty folds swollen with planned satisfaction, clit screaming from lack of attention. each kiss feels like a brand, searing herself into his skin and deeper, pushing her poison so far inside of him that dante doesn't stand a chance — in truth he never did. it's electric, cock fitting so snugly inside her while she's riding him like she might die if she doesn't reach her high, neck so sweetly nestled between his powerful fingers. it's natural too, easy in a way that terrifies him in the light of day. "mm, well you're not always ready to meet and take my information so i gotta do what i need to", and yes that includes a steady trickle of barely dressed women strolling through the building lobby and directing the elevator to the top floor. but sinking into their cunts has never compared to this, to nikita looking so fucking beautiful on his lap that he'll never be able to wipe the image from his mind. wants her in his bed, no, needs her in his bed with her body freshly worked and worn out — sun beginning to stream in the windows as he flips her over for one final round. "they don't have shit on you, nik. lemme parade you around a little bit ... the staff is very discrete." he's obsessed with the way she moves, each slip down his throbbing cock like a dance, fluid but sloppy with her orgasm so close. "yeah? love when it pushes so fuckin' deep inside you that you better hope i don't knock you up, 'cause i'm gonna drench your insides tonight baby." how could he not when it feels so euphoric to release within her? to empty his balls and know that his sticky seed is slicking up her walls and cervix. falling apart has never been so delicious, each messy slap of his hips up against her own serving to push his cum that tiny bit deeper. "s — shit nik ... god fuck you're everything." and when she tumbles into her own bliss dante feels the pleasure of it like they're connected, walls squeezing his pulsing length as the aftershocks leave him dazed. trembling digits flutter against her throat, easing and then applying pressure as her needy little hole clamps around his leaking cock like she really does intend to milk every drop.
"that's it baby ... god you're fucking perfect, getting yourself all over me ... you're the nastiest girl daddy's ever had." other hand drifts from her body, disappearing between them as he circles the base of his length, their climax mixing against his hot skin. "i got you nik, ride it out for me ... " carefully extracting his hand dante raises it to his mouth, groaning with a hunger so raw it's primal as their combined taste greets his tastebuds. salty and sweet, addictive and soul destroying. tongue glides across his own digits like a starving man served a steaming meal, lewd in the way his hues roll and his hips begin to slow. their heaving breaths fill the heated space of the car, droplets of condensation beginning their lazy descent down the windows as he focuses his blown out eyes on her. "that information up to your standards, baby?" voice now hoarse from the countless groans of pleasure he's let slip into their space, feeling her orgasm coat his dick and balls.
" nobody's ... ever made you ? " that is not something he needs to know — not when they're in his bedroom , on his bed , and she's wearing little to nothing beneath his baggy shirt . how the hell is his mind not to meant to travel down unspoken paths ? it instigates a thirst in him that has his mouth so dry , swears he has to physically restraining himself from prying her thighs apart and delving in to prove her wrong . " you've never been with the right person . sure , it might feel good by yourself but with the right person — " blues falter to her bare legs and he's wetting his lips , " your toy wouldn't need to be used religiously . " but it would be fun to incorporate .. her spread out on his mattress , vibrator against her clit , his tongue inside her — clears his throat , forcing a laugh at her joke that doesn't land because his mind is in the gutter , and he isn't sure how to yank it back into friendly territory . making her orgasm was not part of their deal , and he's very aware of that , yet it's now on the front of his mind . is barely registering anything she's saying until they're talking about kyle again and he's giving her a pointed look , " you have to talk to him eventually — you're already on his radar . that's something you need to take advantage of . we're going to his next show , and that's final . " no if and's , or but's about it : she couldn't remain in the shadows anymore biding her time over this guy . besides , if he proves to be as big of a dud as he thinks he is , then she won't waste any more time fawning over a dipshit . " could keep my mouth busy with somethin' else . " crass retort is garnished with a smirk , taunting her as he encroaches on her space . she smells so good , like vanilla and strawberries , and it has him transfixed under a spell , wanting to sink his teeth in and take a bite out of her . " careful what you wish for , might spoon you so good that you never want to leave . " he's kidding , obviously . but the way he's staring at her in the reflection of the mirror is not friendly . she looks so good and it's driving him crazy . one hand trails lower , splaying against her upper thigh , mouth against her neck , and just as he's hitting the center button to snap the photo , she's rewarding him with a noise . it scorches the back of his nape , blazing a trail down , down , down until his cock stirs to life where it's pressed intimately against her ass . fuck . has made plenty of people moan for him , but something about having her stir over such a simple gesture .. wonders how noisy she can get , what else will make her whimper for him .
she snaps him out of vulgar thoughts , her phone still in his hand as blues clash with her soft caramels . she's so close , their heads only inches apart , his gaze is catching on how teeth sink into her lesser , and he wants to pry it out . her suggestion has all the blood rushing between his legs — he can't stop it , isn't sure if he wants to , and then he's leaning closer , until their noses are brushing . " think we might need a couple more . " voice is lower , fingers that are on her thigh are inching further along her skin , palm forcing her legs further apart , " but this time — " mouth hovers over hers , just as fingertips are grazing closer to her warmth , and hues are catching on her lips again , " i want your focus on me . " and without warning , brims are crashing against hers in a hot , passionate embrace .
with nothing else to compare her experiences to, nya admittedly doesn't know what she's missing — but she sure as hell knows her toy is making a solid return on investment. "i mean ... yeah, maybe someone else could make me orgasm but after a few duds it kinda seems like a 'what's the point' type of thing y'know?" it was impossible to miss the way his gaze traversed her body, clad in nothing but his jersey and mild shame and heavy temptation. "i could still use it though, right? like, i've heard some guys get all weird when a girl wants to use their toys too but i'd think of it like an insurance policy", and maybe she should have been doing that — stupid nya. "it's not that i don't want to talk to him", femme shoots back, insides twisting at the thought, "i just ... i dunno, i'd probably get tongue tied and make a fool of myself." shrugging through her impending embarrassment of blurting out how much she loves the covers that he sings, that she has a whole playlist for them. "but fine, we can go", she can figure out a way to avoid interacting with kyle on the night. conversation drifts to his nighttime habits and she snorts, a roll of hazel hues. "seriously? you're talking a huge game right now, i really don't think your spooning skills can match all that talk." yet she can't stop wondering how it might feel to wake up with his warm and muscular body pressing against her back, jersey ridden up her thighs and frame sleepily clinging to his. how can small touches cause such large reactions? a simple hand against her thigh and his mouth on her skin makes nya feel like she's burning up, gaze glued to the way he moves behind her in the mirror. those warm eyes widen fractionally as she senses something hard against her ass, something that makes her limbs tingle and breath catch in her throat. oh god. right now it doesn't matter if the photo makes it to her social media or is deleted into cyber heaven, all that matters is how suddenly she can think of nothing but roman. maybe she shouldn't be asking for another photo, okay ... she definitely shouldn't be asking, but it's hard to let go of a moment that feels so good. closing the space between their faces he works a slow smile from her lips, nodding in silent agreement. "maybe a whole album", voice matches his own, a soft whisper that belies the fierce urge roaring inside. as fingers move dangerously close to the growing dampness between her thighs nya can't help the slight squirm, the shifting of her hips to indicate that she craves more. lips collide with her own and nya gasps, body tilting and hand pressing at the side of his neck. this was everything she never realised she had wanted. hungrily her lips devour his own, the slick meeting of them in his quiet room a sound that peaks her nipples beneath his clothes.
"h — how do you know my focus wasn't on you?" quip stuttered against his addictive brims, a delicate breath breaking free as her hand drifts upward, fingers coiling in the soft threads of hair at the nape of his neck. "since i've put this jersey on i've focused on you, roman." and shamefully kyle had been relegated to the dusty corner of her mind, a barely noticeable echo that's drowned out by roman. by how the only thing she needs right now is more. groaning in sudden impatience she rises, mouth ghosting across his as she shifts to face him, to rest her legs on either side of his own. the subtle pressure of her needy cunt against his lap makes her moan, hotly panting against his lips as she experimentally rolls her hips.
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"you know what? i can't do this shit if you're not serious about it. how the hell are we supposed to act like we're madly in love with each other when you physically cringe at the sight of my presence."
"how much more serious do you want me to be, jett? you want me climbing you like a tree in public?" brows lift as she scoffs at his words, although his touch had felt foreign to her tonight. "and i didn't cringe, you're being dramatic — plus it's not like you're drooling over me around everyone either. it works both ways."