Hey, Viktor.Evie looks so cute in her velvet top and jeans.Her soft clothes always make me want to stroke her.Hell, I’d want to touch her if she was wearing armour.You were earlier than I expected.I’m almost ready.
I walk in and close the door behind me.Her room looks like an explosion at the Etsy factory.There are colourful fabric pennants sewn onto ribbons and hung across the ceiling.Handmade pillows line her bed along with a knitted throw.Woolly weavings and a tiny quilt cover the walls.A large branch, painted silver and decorated with jewelled ornaments, is propped in a vase.
As I look around the room, I notice a bed on the opposite side with a young woman clutching her robe shut and glaring at me.
Hey, I’m Viktor,I say.
Annie.And it’s pretty late to drop in.She has a point since it’s almost midnight.
Sorry, Annie.It’s my fault for not being ready,Evie says.Let’s go.
I smile at the roommate but she only scowls back.I put a hand on Evie’s back, and we leave.
Sorry about Annie.She’s embarrassed that she had to meet you in her pjs,Evie explains.
Did you make all the decorations in your room?
Yes, Annie and I love making stuff, so we’ve been indulging our maximalist tendencies.We started a crafting club where students can get together and make things.You can either bring your own project or work on something for charity.
How many people are in this club?I ask.
Only four so far, including us.But it’s still fun.
It’s cold in the October night air, so when Evie shivers, I wrap an arm around her.
Great game tonight,she says.
Thanks.Is it selfish to say that I prefer to win a close game?
She actually considers my casual comment.Perhaps because you don’t like things that come too easy?
Like you?Refusing to come to the post-game celebration?I tease.
I practically attacked you that first night in the car.That’s hardly playing hard-to-get.
Iamirresistible,I joke, still in a good mood after the win.
Only Murph is around when we get home, and he eyes Evie with confusion, since he didn’t see her at the pub.We go straight to my room.
Being alone with Evie feels like a gift.I push her against my door and kiss her.My lips open hers hungrily, and I taste the faint spearmint of her toothpaste.Evie’s body goes slack against mine, a sign of her submission that intoxicates me.I impatiently pull at her clothes, unbuttoning and unzipping, as she does the same to me, until we’re down to our underwear.
This beautiful chest,she murmurs and kisses the separation between my pecs before licking my nipples.
I inhale sharply and relax into the sensation of Evie’s delicate mouth on me.She bends down, kissing a trail down my abs, and then deftly pulls down my briefs.She looks up at me, our eyes locked as she plants kisses all over my hard cock.Then she parts her pink lips and takes me inside.She caresses my balls, exactly the way I requested last time.
Fuck.How are you so good at this already?I mutter.I close my eyes so I can feel all the warm, wet sensations.Then I open them so I can watch Evie work my cock with her mouth and hands.So fucking hot.
Finally, I brush her cheek.Stop, baby.Let’s get into bed.
My cock pops out of her mouth, and I take her hand and help her stand.She’s still in her bra and panties, a matching set in pale pink satin with black lace trim that’s the perfect Evie combination of sweet and naughty.
She lies down on the bed, and I admire the view of her dark hair around her pretty face, her dimpled navel, and those long legs.
Turn over,I request.
When she does, I unsnap her bra and reach underneath her to take a breast in each hand.I squeeze until her nipples stiffen against my palms.I push away her hair to kiss the back of her neck and her shoulders.
Oh Viktor,she breathes.
