I’ve only had to compete once for a man’s attention.
(Now I just share. Why not?)
It was me and another girl, Casey, but she wasn’t nearly as smart or pretty or clever. Really, I thought the choice was obvious, but Liam was taking his sweet-ass time to decide. Maybe he liked having two girls vie for his attention?
Honestly, I don’t know. All I knew is — I wanted him to pick me.
We were all in college, and it was finals week. Tensions were running high. I was in his dorm room with him and his roommate, trying to telegraph my desire to fuck him stupid. (Don’t worry – I’m much more direct now.) Having just come from my physics final, I was still wearing my highest heels and shortest skirt.
Yes, I always dressed up for tests. It’s a psychological thing, even if I never ended up with a professor’s cock in my mouth.
He was sitting at his desk, with a weird expression on his face.
“Is there anything you want to tell me, Aelis?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
Well, yes, of course, I thought. “I don’t know,” I said. “Should there be?”
His roommate piped up. “I thought it was fucking hilarious.”
He glared at him. “Shut up, Tristan.”
Tristan shrugged. “Funny as fuck. He screamed like a little girl.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “What are you talking about?” I honestly had no idea.
One look from him, and I bit my lip. A smile crooked up his cheek, and it made me shiver.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice softer. I liked that look on his face. He looked a little bit pissed, and a little bit excited. He looked dangerous.
“You tell me –” he said. He pushed a plastic cockroach across his desk, toward me. “– How this ended up in my bed.”
I felt my eyes widen, I really had no idea. “I don’t know.”
Fuck, it was probably Casey. That was just the kind of stupid shit she would do.
“Mmm-hmm,” he said, but not like he believed me. He stood up and looked down at me, with mere inches between our bodies. He traced his finger down the side of my jaw, and lifted my chin toward him. “You’re really going to deny it?”
My heart raced, being this close to him. I tried not to moan, but I think I failed.
“Aaand I think that’s my cue.” Tristan stood up and grabbed his backpack. “You kids have fun, okay?” He did a mock-salute and shut the door behind him.
Liam’s smile widened, and he took a step forward.
I backed up, my breath coming in quick, needy pants.
I really hadn’t put the cockroach in his bed. It must have been Casey.
But if this was going to be his response…
I looked up at him, so close, with big innocent eyes. “I didn’t do it.” My voice was too breathy.
“You’re a bad liar, you know that?” His hands slithered down the sides of my body to rest on my hips. He leaned in close to my ear as his palms wrapped around my ass. “Do you know what happens to girls who play these kinds of tricks, Aelis?”
He smacked my ass, and I gasped, arching my back and pressing my chest into his.
A growl escaped his throat. “Bad girl.” He smacked the other cheek.
I felt my pussy drip; I needed more of this.
So I did… kind of a bad thing. Sorry-not-sorry, Casey.
“I’m-I’m sorry, Liam,” I whispered.
“Uh huh. I think you need to be punished.”
What could I say to that? I bit my lip and looked up at him, nodding slowly.
He sat us down on his bed and pulled me across his lap, running his hand over my ass.
I blushed. We had never before so much as kissed, and now I was draped over his lap, about to get spanked, like a naughty little girl.
For something I didn’t even do. Fucking hot.
I was totally going to let this happen.
He pulled up my tiny skirt to expose the even tinier lacy thong I was wearing. I heard him suck in a breath, as the beginning of his erection began to poke me through his jeans. He smacked my bare skin, hard.
It stung, and I cried out, wiggling.
He swore under his breath, and it was a needy little sound.
His palm landed again and again against my ass, and the heat of it grew until my whole body was a quivering, leaking mess. He spread my legs apart and ran a finger over the now-soaked fabric that covered my pussy. “You’re wet,” he said, and his voice was deep and primal.
“Uh huh, yes… please,” I begged. “Please…”
He rubbed his finger over my swollen bud, and I moaned.
“You like this.” It was a statement of fact, as it was impossible to miss the evidence.
“Fuck yes…” I arched my back as he continued to tease me.
“What do you think I should do with you?” he asked, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my irrelevant panties. “Tell me.”
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