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As my best friend, she didn’t even bother contradicting me. “But you love his cock.”
I couldn’t disagree with her. “Love his cock.”
I pulled on my overcoat and tied it up tight.
“I won’t wait up,” she said with a wink.
“Shut up,” I said before sliding out our door.
As I made my way from the girls’ dorm to the boys’, I felt like a terrible parody of a secret agent. I saw a few people out and about but, if any of them thought it odd that I was heading to the boys’ dorm at almost ten on a Friday night, then they said nothing.
“He’s probably not even there,” I said to myself as I hurried up the cheeky service stairs.
There was no one about on their floor, but I couldn’t guarantee it would stay that way. I beelined for his door and tried the handle. It was unlocked. I pushed open his door and my heart beat slightly more steadily that my stealth run wasn’t in vain.
He was lying on his big, soft bed in nothing but long pyjama pants. He had a book, of all things, and seemed lost in his own little world. As I closed the door behind me, he finally seemed to hear me. He pushed himself up onto his left elbow and looked me over.
It felt like the first time I had to really take my time as I looked him over. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had plenty of opportunities to see him just as naked before. I’d seen his scars, his muscles, and his tattoos. I’d seen them often enough that a cursory glance – all that was appropriate, of course – had, over time, let me commit his torso to memory. At least, I’d thought I had.
In reality, with real time to actually drink him all in, it was so much better than my fantasies. The way his pecs shifted as he sat up straighter and put the book on the nightstand beside him, never taking his eyes off me. The way his stomach muscles tensed as though with very little effort as he moved. The way his chest rose and fell with each slow and steady breath, bringing my attention naturally to the glint of the cross he always wore.
I felt myself lick my lip as I realised that all this – provided my seduction went well – was all mine for the night. He had been all mine before. But this was different. Tonight wasn’t just some quick, unplanned hook up where anyone might catch us. We had all the time in the world. I hoped.
Valen’s eyes wouldn’t leave mine. The space between us was charged with something. I could have walked in there in a cardboard box, and I think the sexual tension would have been enough to melt me. As it was, I had no doubt that Valen was wondering what was going on under my coat.
Time to oblige him.
I slowly pulled on the tie of my overcoat and dragged it open. By the time the overcoat was sliding down my arms to pool on the floor, he was sitting up, his eyes pinned on the very little I now wore.
I sauntered towards him, letting him have full view of the lingerie I’d chosen for him.
I’d leant into the innocent vibe with a peek-a-boo bra and panty set, finished with a pair of tall white mary janes. The lingerie had floral panels, but was mainly white lace. The major bits were all covered, but the cut-out sections – at my hips and lower breast – gave it that added sense of anticipation. At least, that had been the plan.
By the look on his face, the plan had worked.
“Harlow…” he whispered as I reached the foot of his bed.
I lay a finger on my lips as I climbed on to the bed to straddle him. His hands went to my waist, but they were soft, almost reverent.
I undulated my hips, rubbing my slit over him. Running my hands up into his hair, I pressed my breasts against his bare chest. I felt him harden under me in a matter of seconds. My clit tingled as we rocked together slowly, and I moaned in his ear.
“What are you doing here, princess?” he asked as his hands trailed over my naked back.
“Fucking you out of my system,” I told him.
I lay my hand over his throat. As I eased him down onto the bed, my body followed, my nose almost brushing his the whole way. His eyes watched me with a hint of amusement.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, trying not to let in the fear that he thought this whole thing was funny, that he was laughing at my attempt at seduction.
He shook his head as he grabbed my arse with both hands and sat us back up again. “The fact that you think you’re in charge,” he answered.
“Oh, you think you are?” I scoffed.
He flipped me over, leant his arm on my chest, and lay between my legs. “You came to me. I’m in charge.”
I could have fought it. I could have told him I was in charge or I was walking. But the gruffness in his voice, the erection pressing into my hip, and the look of intense dark heat in his eyes had me wanting him in control.
For good measure, I strained against his arm as I reached my face towards his. “Then take charge,” I said carefully.
