by Hamel, B. B.
“This is insane,” she says.
“I know.”
“My own personal chefs?” She laughs a little. “What can they make?”
“There’s a menu but I think you can just order whatever and they try to make it happen.”
She laughs again, sounding shrill. “No wonder girls kill for this stuff.”
“Well. I like to think it’s for the sponsors themselves.”
“No way. It’s for this room.” She walks past me and into the back hallway. There’s a guest bathroom back there, a guest room, and the main bedroom. Of course, the main bedroom is enormous with a huge four-poster bed, vanity, end tables, and its own bathroom.
I hang around in the living room and let her explore. After a few minutes, she finally comes back out and stares at me. She looks at the drink in my hand and walks over to the bar. She opens a bottle of white wine, pours herself a glass, and drinks it.
I watch her with a smile on my face.
“Well?” I ask.
“Well,” she says, turning to me. “This is… amazing.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
“But I can’t stay here. I mean, I’d be living in an ivory tower.”
I sigh a little bit, still smiling though. “That’s what I thought you’d say.”
“Really? You didn’t think I’d cave and want to live here? I mean, you already moved me in.”
I grin at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll move you back. That was just to get your attention.”
“Well, it worked.” She drifts to a couch and sits down. “What the hell are we doing here, Walker?”
I sit down next to her and put my glass down on the coffee table. “We aren’t doing anything yet,” I say. “Just sitting and talking.”
“Yet?” She cocks her head at me. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“Oh, I think you do.” I stare into her eyes and she finally bites her lip. I can tell she’s breathing faster and I know what she’s thinking.
“Listen,” she says. “I appreciate all this, but I just… I don’t know. I’m not sure I can give in to this.”
“You don’t have to give in to this,” I say softly. I reach out and take her chin, pulling her closer before moving my hand back to grasp her hair. She groans softly, looking up into my eyes. “Forget about all this. Forget about me being a sponsor, about the school. You just give in to this.” I grasp her hair tighter.
“Ah,” she says softly. “You think it’s that easy?”
“I know it’s that easy.”
I lean forward and she doesn’t pull away when I kiss her. I let it linger on her lips, let it grow and deepen as my tongue slides against hers. Soon her arms are around my neck and she’s kissing me harder, panting softly against my mouth.
I grab her hips and pull her over to me. She straddles me, grinding down against me. She feels warm and light, her hair spilling down around us. I grip her tighter then let go, cupping her supple ass with both hands. I love her long, lean legs, her smooth skin, the way she groans and gasps as my hands move along her body.
We kiss slow and deep and fucking hell, I can feel my cock getting hard almost despite me. I’m usually more restrained than this. I might have a bad reputation but I’m not the huge playboy everyone thinks I am.
This though, this feels too good to stop. I don’t want to pull back, even if I should.
Clearly, she was hesitant about this. I know the room softened her up but the fact remains that I’m a sponsor. She seems pretty damn against doing anything with a sponsor.
But as my hands roam up the back of her top and feel the smooth tight skin over her muscles, I can’t help but dig my fingers into her shoulders. She groans as I reach back and unhook her bra, sliding my hands around to cup her breasts. They’re fuller and perkier than I thought they’d be, and her little nipples are hard under my fingers. I tease them and am rewarded with another moan as I bite her lower lip.
I reach down and pull her top off, tossing it aside. She glares at me for a second. “This isn’t what I came here for,” she says as I kiss her neck.
“Maybe not. But you’re not stopping it.”
She groans as I pull off her bra. She sits in my lap, topless and fucking gorgeous, her face slightly red, her little pink nipples hard. She doesn’t even try to cover herself as I stare at her body, my cock rock fucking hard. I know if there was ever a time to stop, it’s well past that now.
I kiss her neck and cup her breasts, feeling her soft skin and listening to her breathing get faster and faster. I move my hands down and grab her hips, rocking her back along my hard cock.
“Go ahead and leave whenever you want,” I growl in her ear.
“Shut up,” she groans back.
“Thought so. Your little nipples are hard as hell for me right now.”
“I think you’re just as hard yourself.”
I grin and reach up to grab her hair with one hand. I pull it back and she gasps, leaning her hands back on my knees. I slide my other hand between her legs, feeling her smooth skin and the heat radiating from the inside of her cut-off jean shorts. She groans when I run my fingers along her center, just in the right spot.
I growl again and can’t take it. I roll her off me, dropping down onto the carpeted floor. She looks down, her hair on her shoulders, and she lifts her hips up as I tug down her shorts. I watch them slide down her body slowly, her breasts spilling just right, her nipples perky and gorgeous. I get her shorts off and spread her legs wide, kissing her chest, licking her nipples. I taste the salt of her skin and run my tongue around her pink areolas, making her groan before I bite gently.
I run a hand between her legs, gathering all her heat in my palm. She’s soaked through, like I knew she would be, practically dripping honey onto my fingers. I lick her nipples and suck them harder as my fingers press down along her pussy, pushing against that slick wet spot, making her gasp and moan as she grabs onto my hair.
I kiss her breasts and stomach, moving back down. I peel her panties off, so fucking slowly. She arches her back for me, letting me get them off, mouth hanging open in a little surprised expression like she didn’t quite believe this was going to happen.
But she’d better start believing it, because I’m not the kind of man that stops until he gets what he wants.
I spread her legs, almost roughly, kissing her inner thigh. She gasps and her cheeks are red as she bites her lip.
“Look at you,” I whisper. “Fucking beautiful.” I tease her pussy with my fingers, spreading her lips.
“Don’t stare,” she says.
“You’re not used to a man looking at your body?” I ask.
“No,” she whispers. “It’s embarrassing.”
I laugh softly. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, girl. You’re fucking perfect.”
I lean forward and lick her top to bottom, spreading her lips with my tongue, tasting her sweetness. God damn, she really is like honey. I push her legs wider, licking her clit, tasting it and rolling my tongue, listening to the way she breathes and moans. I read her body language, her gasps, her groans, and I do what she wants and what she loves. Maybe she doesn’t even realize it, but I can follow her like a good piece of music, finding the patterns.
I slide a finger deep inside and lick her clit faster. She gasps, grabbing onto my hair. I look up into her eyes and she’s burning now, all fire and desire. It’s driving me wild, my cock rock hard. I can barely handle myself. Her skin is creamy and delicious and her pussy is gorgeous, the sort of cunt I could lick and suck all day long. She’s rolling her hips, moaning, body tight and lovely, and I breathe her scent in nice and deep before licking her faster.
“Why do you do this to me?” she practically moans. “You can’t just… move me in… and now you can’t just…” She throws her head back, not finishing her sentence.
“I do it because you love it,” I say with a smirk, teasing her with my fingers. Her body shudders as she glares at me but I don�
��t let her argue.
I drop back down and lick her clit faster. I suck and lick her, my tongue working and rolling along her perfect little bud. I’m practically salivating for her but she’s wet enough for the both of us. I drink her in and lick her up, lapping her, sucking her, teasing her, pushing her. I love the way her muscles tense, her body tightens, her moans come in waves.
My fingers move along her folds and open her before plunging deep inside. I lick her clit as I fuck her like that, making her gasp, making her sweat. I want to push her further than she’s ever gone before. I want to give her a taste of what I can do to her body, just a taste, just the start of something.
And when I’m done I want her to know that I could give her more, so much more, if only I wanted to.
I keep going. I lick her faster, sucking her, stroking her. She’s moaning freely now, totally lost in the moment. I can tell there’s no thought anymore, no second-guessing, no uncertainty. There’s only the pleasure I’m giving her, the pleasure she can’t escape from.
She doesn’t want to escape from it. She wants to be mine in this moment, my kept thing, my little pet.
And I’m happy to give her that and so much more.
I keep going, faster now, faster. Sucking and tasting and licking, fingers exploring, fucking, curling to find that spot along her walls. She gasps and her back arches and I know she’s close. I look up at her breasts, her hard nipples, the way her mouth hangs open. She has such a beautiful, tight body. I can barely keep from taking her completely, from thrusting my thick cock deep inside the folds her body and fucking her until she’s nothing but a puddle of cum at the end of my cock.
But she’s not ready for that, not yet at least.
My tongue, my teeth, my fingers. I tease, I push, I give her what she needs. I don’t stop, going faster, faster. She grabs my hair tight and gasps, almost a scream, and I hear it.
“Walker.”
My name on her lips.
“Walker. Oh, god.”
She whispers it like a prayer. My cock is so hard, I think it might burst. I’ve never been this aroused in my life, never once.
“Walker. Please.”
“Fuck, yes, girl,” I growl. “Come for me. Let me taste you.”
She gasps and I can’t tell if it’s from how dirty the thought is or if she’s genuinely unable to control herself. I think it’s probably both, but I don’t stop to figure it out.
Rocking, moving, fingers thrusting, tongue lapping. She gasps again and again, says my name, only this time, she doesn’t stop flexing. Her back arches harder, higher, her body shivering, her eyes rolling back.
She comes in a flood. I taste it, lick it, love it. I don’t stop though, I move her through it, fucking her pussy and licking her clit. She comes so hard she dissolves into nothing more than gasps, moans, and groans before finally coming back to earth. She collapses down with a smile on her face, still twitching, and I know that I need to slowly stop. I stroke her one, twice, and pull back, rocking onto my heels.
She blinks at me like she’s coming down from a dream.
I lick my fingers clean with a smile.
“That was…” She trails off.
“Delicious,” I finish for her.
She laughs a little, heady from the orgasm. “I guess. I can’t believe you…”
“Got you off with my tongue?”
“Yeah.” She bites her lip then suddenly seems to remember that she’s naked. She covers her breasts with her arms, hugging herself, but she doesn’t move.
I laugh softly. “I just licked your pussy until you came and now you’re covering your breasts?”
She glances away. “I guess.”
I sigh and walk over to her clothes. I gather them up then drop them onto the couch next to her.
“I won’t look. Go ahead.”
She mumbles a thanks as I turn my back. It takes all my strength not to watch her gorgeous body get dressed.
“Okay,” she says after a minute. I turn back and she’s completely covered again, her armor back on.
I smile at her and cock my head. “Drink?”
“I don’t know.”
I shrug a little. “Maybe I should leave you alone here. You know, to get used to your new place.”
She glares at me. “I’m not staying.”
“Sure, you’re not.” I walk over toward the door. “Call me when you feel like leaving. I’ll have your stuff moved back.”
“I’m not staying,” she calls after me. “I’m not going to be your…” She trails off.
I smirk at her from the doorway. “My, what?”
“Your plaything.”
I laugh gently. “I don’t want a plaything, Kylee. If that’s all I wanted…” I shrug a little. “Anyway, I don’t want that.”
“What do you want then?”
“I don’t know.” A smile crosses my lips. “A pet, maybe.”
That pisses her off. “I’m not your pet, either, asshole.”
“We’ll see.” I wave and leave her room without another word.
I had to get out of there. I couldn’t be in the same room with her and not taste her skin. I’m ringing with her, buzzing with her. I need her so badly I can barely stand it. I have to walk away before I go back inside and kiss her again, pin her down on that couch, slide my cock deep between her legs and fuck her until we both come into oblivion.
Fucking hell.
This wasn’t what I had in mind. I never wanted any of this, but now…
It’s too fun to stop.
I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t want a plaything. I don’t even want a pet.
I just want her, pure and simple. I’m not looking at it any more closely than that.
5
Kylee
At first, I love the apartment.
It’s hard not to. I mean, the place is gorgeous and modern and totally opposite of the dorms. I have privacy and comfort here. Honestly, it’s probably the nicest apartment I’ll ever live in.
Except slowly it starts to feel… off.
Somehow. I’m not sure how to explain it.
I spend the rest of the day there, assuring my friends back at the dorm that everything’s okay. I order food from my personal chef, which is absolutely delicious, and I drink a glass of wine while watching reality TV. And as I climb into my huge, comfortable bed, I just feel…
Lonely. I just feel lonely.
I guess I got used to having Macey sleeping across from me. Even if we’re not close, I still weirdly miss the way she would snore at night. I miss having people around, hearing people walk down the hallway laughing, hearing people slam their doors and yell and flush toilets. It’s weird how all the little sounds of living in close proximity to people just become a part of your life.
And when it’s all gone, it feels…
Weird. Like it’s taken away or something like that.
I manage to get some sleep and the next morning I wake up on time for class. I shower in my huge, luxurious, sparkling bathroom, and I start to think that maybe I can love this place after all. I order down for coffee and cereal, and I sit alone in my kitchen after it arrives, eating and drinking and idly looking at my laptop.
And the loneliness sets in again.
I sigh and find a travel mug in the cabinet. I pour the coffee in there and head out, hurrying away from the apartment as fast as I can. It’s like a beautiful coffin or a gilded cage or something like that. Now I totally understand why Jenna wanted to get out of there after living here for a whole year. I don’t hear a single sound as I move through the sponsored dorm and the only other person I see is the man sitting behind the desk in the main lobby.
It’s almost eerie, actually. I know the sponsored dorm has like forty girls living in it, but the place felt like a ghost town.
I hurry onto the main part of campus and head to class. I start to forget all about that dorm and its empty rooms as soon as I see Iris. Her eyes light up when I sit down next to her.
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p; “I heard you moved out,” she hisses. “Was it that guy?”
“Who?” I ask innocently.
“Don’t give me that. Was it the guy?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah. He’s sponsoring me.”
She sucks in a breath and lets it out. “Oh, god. Another one.”
“What?”
She leans toward me, eyes wide, looking serious. “Can I tell you something?” she asks me.
“Okay…” I say, feeling a little nervous.
“I think I’m cursed.”
I giggle a little bit and quickly stop. The teacher’s glaring at me from her little podium. I lean down in my seat and whisper back to Iris.
“That’s crazy. You’re not cursed.”
“Seriously, Kylee. You’re the third girl I’ve met that ended up getting sponsored.”
I frown a little bit, but sure enough, she’s right. First there was her original roommate, then Jenna, and now me.
“But… it’s just a coincidence,” I say. “That’s all it is.”
“No,” she answers, shaking her head seriously. “I’m cursed. That has to be it.”
The professor shoots us an angry look as she starts her lecture. I give Iris a sad little smile but open my notebook and try to pay attention to the effects of housing segregation on city-wide economics.
Unfortunately, my mind keeps drifting back to what Iris said. She thinks she’s cursed, but I don’t believe in that stuff. No, I think she’s just unlucky. I mean, this is a small school, and plus, Jenna was sponsored before they even met. So that wasn’t Iris’s fault… although Jenna did only get close to her sponsor after Iris came into her life…
Okay, this is dumb. I can feel myself starting to entertain this whole curse thing and I know I need to knock that off before I let myself get too far with it.
I force myself to pay attention and take good notes. By the end, I have a few pages filled with unintelligible scrawl, my personal trademark handwriting. Iris gathers her stuff and throws it into her bag as we get up to leave.
“Just be careful,” she says suddenly.
“Sorry?” I ask.
“Be careful,” she hisses. “Don’t tell anyone else about your… you know.”
