The woman on the TV screams again as she comes and more heat pools between my legs. I’ve spent my entire life trying to blend into the shadows, so no one notices me unless I want them to, but I want Bash’s attention now.
I ask, “What would happen right now, if this was a porno?”
He leans his head back against the wall, swallowing. “One of us would make a move.”
Glancing at the screen, I see the woman is straddling the man, riding him wildly. Taking a page from her book, I move and climb onto his lap. Right away I feel his bulge pressing against my core, thanks to my short-shorts.
He lets out a little moan. “Fuck.”
“I’ve made the first move. What next?”
His hand lifts and rubs up and down my arm, sending goosebumps in his wake.
“Olivia, I can’t touch you. Not in the way you want, at least.”
I feel a pang of hurt. “Why not?”
His gaze meets mine. “I made a promise.”
The grunts and groans from the TV fill the room, making it hard to think.
“Is that the only reason?”
He nods.
“Then, we’ll make sure you don’t touch me.”
Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his. I’m surprised how soft they are, when everything else on him is so hard. Parting my lips, I kiss him more demanding this time. He responds by weaving his fingers through my hair, kissing me back until I’m breathless. There’s a slight tug and I gasp at the pain I feel.
“Like that?” He asks, nipping my bottom lip.
He’s left me burning for more, so I move closer, pressing my chest against his and rock my hips at the same time. The pressure feels so good, so I do it again.
“God damn,” he breathes out against my lips. “Don’t stop.”
Feeling bold, I grind against him, gasping at the sweet tension I feel between my legs. The bulge in his pants gets bigger and we both moan.
“Bash, can I try something?”
He nods, eyes hooded. Reaching between us, I unzip his pants. His cock springs forward, as he doesn’t have underwear on. I’ve seen a few cocks in my life and his is, by far, the biggest I’ve seen. If I were to grip it, I’m not sure I’d be able to grasp it fully.
He lets out a breathy sigh. “Olivia, this is dangerous ground here.”
“I know. I just want to see how this feels.”
I tug his pants and he lifts his hips, so I can pull his pants down a bit. Raising up on my knees, I unzip my shorts, pulling them down. Unlike Bash, I do have underwear on, but when I settle back on his lap, it’s almost like I don’t have anything on. The heat from his cock hits me right in my core.
“Liv,” he breathes out.
I get a rush when he calls me this new nickname.
I kiss him again and whisper, “Trust me.”
When I rock my hips this time, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. His cock slides against my pussy, pushing my thin panties along for the ride. I’m so aroused that I’m sure he can feel the wetness seeping between us.
Glancing at the TV, I see that the woman is still riding her professor. So, I do the same. Using his shoulder to brace myself, I rock against him. His hips lift to meet my thrusts until we’re both moaning.
“Liv, we need to stop or I’m going to cum everywhere.”
The naughty part of me wants to see him come undone, but not like this. Not when we both can’t feel good. With a sigh, I climb off his lap and pull up my shorts, ignoring the wetness between my legs and the empty ache left from not having an orgasm.
He stands and says, “I’ll be right back.”
When he closes the bathroom door, I close my eyes, sighing. Did I make a mistake? My body says no, but my mind is starting to make me wonder.
The door opens and Bash comes out, minus the tent in his pants. He goes to the TV, turning it off.
“Bash, I’m-”
“I’m sorry, Liv. I shouldn’t have let you start that knowing we wouldn’t be able to finish.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “But, I want to see you again. Maybe go to a movie or to dinner?”
“Are you asking me on… a date?”
There’s a moment where I feel a flash of fear. I don’t date guys. I fuck them. But, I really want to see Bash again.
He nods. “I am.”
“I’d like that.”
I’m surprised that I actually mean this. There’s something about him that makes me want to try.
“Good. We’ll plan something. It’ll have to wait until next week, though, if that’s cool with you?”
“That works with me.” I pause. “What about what you said – about not being able to touch me?”
He makes a face. “Saint is the one who told me to keep my hands off.”
“Saint? Why?”
“Because he’s not blind, Liv. You’re a fucking gem and he doesn’t want anyone to lay claim to you.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It does. He’s hot for you, just like I am. Hell, I suspect we’re not the only ones, either.”
“But why?”
“Because you’re different than the other girls. And that’s not something we’re used to in our world.” He stands. “I better get out of here before we get in trouble. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
I stand, too. “Yeah.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “Thanks for showing me how hot dorm rooms are. Next time, we’ll have to watch another one of my favorite pornos.”
“Oh? What’s it about?”
“A biker who gets the girl of his dreams.” He gives me a heart-clenching smile and goes to the door. “See you tomorrow, Liv.”
When he’s gone, I lean against the door. I like him. A lot. But, I also like Saint. So, what does that mean for me and Bash?
12
Saint
Tonight is the decoy run to get the feds off our asses. I should be going over the plans one last time, but instead my dumb ass keeps looking at the clock, seeing what time it is. I won’t get to see Olivia tonight, at least not before the run. Hell, she might be gone by the time we get back. And that depresses the hell out of me.
Picking up my phone, I text Bash and tell him to come to my office. He strolls through the door a few minutes later, as if he’s waiting for me.
“What time are you getting Olivia tonight?”
He glances away, as he sits. “Not sure. Why?”
“I was thinking about getting her myself tonight.”
He looks surprised. “King’s going to shit a brick if you take off this close to a run.”
“King can fuck off.”
King strolls through the door, a bottle of Jack in hand. “Fuck man. What did I do now?”
He takes the seat next to Bash, kicking his feet up on the edge of my desk.
“I was just telling Bash that I’m going to pick up Olivia tonight.”
King tilts his head, laughing. Loudly.
I lean back in my chair, glaring. “Care to share?”
“It’s nothing,” he says between laughs. “Just never thought I’d see the day that fucking Saint Massacre was pussy-whipped. And, the best part is, you haven’t even had that pussy yet.”