Page 72 of The Initiation


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My fingers are slick from her juices. She wants this as much as I do.

Fuck.

I forgot the fucking condom.

That's fine. I bet I can still give her an orgasm without her waking up.

Keeping my gaze on her face, I adjust my angle. With one hand seeing to her clit, I use my other to fuck her. One finger, then a second, then a third… Just when I'm wondering if she'd let me get my whole hand in there, I feel her pussy clench around me.

Although I stop playing with her clit, I keep my fingers buried deep inside her as she comes over them. Instead, I wrap my hand around my cock, imagining it's her hot, tight cunt as I jerk off.

The noise I make as I come into my hand seems loud when the only other sound in the room is the heavy—but slowing—breathing coming from Tori. She doesn't wake.

I remove my fingers from her, briefly enjoying how they glisten, before I slowly stick them between my lips. With her taste filling my mouth, I stand, letting my pants fall to the ground, then I move closer to her face.

A condom would have stopped me fully claiming her, but not this way.

With my thumb, I smear my handmade marker over my fingers, then slowly, gently, rub her lips until she parts them for me.

I smile as she starts to suck.

XXVIII

Tori

Although it probably goes without saying, not having Syn in the house completely changes the atmosphere. And not just the house, but the whole campus. Although I'm not completely at ease, I do feel a little more relaxed.

Maybe it's from finally sleeping in a bed—or even just being able to get more than four hours of sleep—but I haven’t woken up feeling this good in a very long time. Today, the sun is streaming through the gaps between the curtains when I wake.

My mouth is dry, and as I reach for the glass of water that I keep by my bed, I realize that it’s Thanksgiving. There might not be a whole lot in my life that I feel thankful for right now, but hopefully, this time next year, I’ll be celebrating in my own home with my brother.

Even though I won’t see Royal or Gemini until close to lunchtime, I don’t stay in the warm bed, despite how tempting it seems. Since being allowed to stay in the bedroom, I’ve been relaxing. In the mornings, while Royal’s at the gym, and Gemini is still in bed, I’ve been catching up on my studies.

Regardless of whether I pass my finals next month, I know I won’t be back next semester. The last day of finals has been marked as the day I find out if I have passed or failed my initiation.

I don’t need a crystal ball to know how that’s going to go.

But getting ahead in my reading means I might be able to use that time later, whether that’s to do whatever dumb shit Syn wants me to, or even sleep.

Yesterday, I redyed my hair. I still have the dye block, and whatever it’s supposed to be used to stain, it’s designed to last—even when I shower. That probably means it’s terrible for my hair, but for now, I don’t care. When it starts to fade, it looks awful. Plus, if my hair is stained blue, it’s hopefully not going to take another color easily, should someone try that again…

If Payne could see me, he’d probably yell at me… then again, after our last conversation, maybe not so much anymore.

But he’d probably think I’ve given up.

For the last few days, I’ve been doing everything I can to seem normal.

Relaxed.

Human.

When he’s not in class, Gemini usually spends his time in his room. I barely see him. I still don’t see him before lunch, but I’ve made it a point of asking him what he wants to eat and going to grab it from the dining hall.

Honestly, I thought when it came to holidays like this, college campuses shut down. Or at the very least, services like the dining hall did. The dining hall has been open every day, despite the fact that at this point, I'm confident that the only people here are myself, Royal, and Gemini.

I'm not complaining. For reasons I've yet to work out, the cupboards, refrigerator, and freezer in Denali house are well stocked. Only, my cooking skills are self-taught, and I don't think Royal or Gemini would care for any meal I could prepare. The highlight of my skill set is heating up the meals prepared by the kitchen staff and not burning them.

What with eating our meals at the table in our kitchen, and Syn not being here, it almost feels like what I would expect a normal college experience to be.

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