Ein Zwei Drei (6/?)
anonymous
February 3 2011, 04:53:40 UTC
"I didn't want to be. He was just some stranger with an inconvenient knack for showering at the same time as me and an uncouth habit. 'Eye-fucking' is the perfect word for it. I didn't want to, but I liked it."
She felt him shift beside her, and opened her eyes for a moment, appreciating the fact that he had a hand on his hard cock under the covers. It made it better, knowing he got off on telling her stories like this as much as she did hearing them. She closed her eyes and returned her concentration to Roderich's story playing out in her mind and her fingers against her clit.
"I would shower as quickly as I could, and go to my room. But as much as I might have wanted to, I wouldn't get off... I wasn't going to let this strange boy affect me like that."
"Didn't work out that way," she teased without opening her eyes or breaking the rhythm of her hand.
"No. It didn't. He only got more daring. I was doing my best to mind my own business, act as though he wasn't having the effect on my he was... but he knew. And he decided to let me know that he knew by jacking himself off in the shower when I was right there. He was so reckless and vulgar... but there was something very appealing about that." His voice had an edge now that was usually absent in it - something throaty and raw.
"And?"
"And then came midterms week. I was at the conservatory twelve hours a day preparing for my recital. I was exhausted and I had had quite enough of his nonsense. I just wanted to be able to shower in peace and go to sleep, not be subject to his lewd stares." He shifted closer to her, his breath warm against her ear. "So when I saw that he was there again, playing with himself without a care in the world and eyeing me - I decided to tell him so."
Elizabeta realized she was holding her breath and made herself exhale, fingers working faster.
"But somehow, I kissed him instead. I can't imagine how it happened. But I was playing Liszt twelve hours a day; I was exhausted and not in my right mind."
"Get back to the making out part!" she insisted.
"He kissed me right back, of course. Pressed me up against the wall, both of us entirely naked and soaking wet of course, and kissed me."
So his hair's all slicked-down wet, and he'd be so red in the face - and Gilbert's kissing him and definitely would be rubbing against him. Maybe he reaches out and almost grabs Roderich's cock but then he doesn't at the last second.
"I didn't want to be up against the filthy shower walls though - I don't even want to imagine what kind of fungus might have been growing there - so I pushed him away. Oh, you should have seen the way he grinned. He just looked at me for a long moment, and then he was on his knees, the water pounding down on his head as he started licking my stomach."
She pictured the point of Gilbert's tongue sliding down Roderich's abdomen, teasing at the top of his pubic hair.
"It was agony. By the time he actually put his lips on me I was fully divorced from any common sense, even the obvious concern I should have had for being caught - but it didn't matter then. All that mattered was that he was sucking on my cock and he was good at it."
I bet he loved it. I bet he'd been thinking about wanting to blow you for such a long time. I bet he was jacking himself off while he was sucking you. She was so warm now, and barely hearing Roderich anymore as he continued, thighs tensing and twitching as she got closer. She let out a gasp as she came, slicking her fingers hard against herself as she trembled and spasmed. She was still shivering with aftershocks when she heard Roderich's quiet whimper as he came.
He promptly retrieved a handkerchief from the nightstand, delicately wiping his hand off.
Elizabeta pushed the covers back and wiggled under them, curling up against Roderich. "Is that even true?"
Roderich smiled knowingly. "You could ask Gilbert, see what he says."
"I bet he's not as good as telling it, even if that is exactly what happened."
"True, he's not well-spoken. Then I suppose you'll have to take my word for it, won't you, dear?" He tousled her hair before reaching to turn out the lamp on the nightstand and settling in beside her. "Maybe he'll act it out for you."
She felt him shift beside her, and opened her eyes for a moment, appreciating the fact that he had a hand on his hard cock under the covers. It made it better, knowing he got off on telling her stories like this as much as she did hearing them. She closed her eyes and returned her concentration to Roderich's story playing out in her mind and her fingers against her clit.
"I would shower as quickly as I could, and go to my room. But as much as I might have wanted to, I wouldn't get off... I wasn't going to let this strange boy affect me like that."
"Didn't work out that way," she teased without opening her eyes or breaking the rhythm of her hand.
"No. It didn't. He only got more daring. I was doing my best to mind my own business, act as though he wasn't having the effect on my he was... but he knew. And he decided to let me know that he knew by jacking himself off in the shower when I was right there. He was so reckless and vulgar... but there was something very appealing about that." His voice had an edge now that was usually absent in it - something throaty and raw.
"And?"
"And then came midterms week. I was at the conservatory twelve hours a day preparing for my recital. I was exhausted and I had had quite enough of his nonsense. I just wanted to be able to shower in peace and go to sleep, not be subject to his lewd stares." He shifted closer to her, his breath warm against her ear. "So when I saw that he was there again, playing with himself without a care in the world and eyeing me - I decided to tell him so."
Elizabeta realized she was holding her breath and made herself exhale, fingers working faster.
"But somehow, I kissed him instead. I can't imagine how it happened. But I was playing Liszt twelve hours a day; I was exhausted and not in my right mind."
"Get back to the making out part!" she insisted.
"He kissed me right back, of course. Pressed me up against the wall, both of us entirely naked and soaking wet of course, and kissed me."
So his hair's all slicked-down wet, and he'd be so red in the face - and Gilbert's kissing him and definitely would be rubbing against him. Maybe he reaches out and almost grabs Roderich's cock but then he doesn't at the last second.
"I didn't want to be up against the filthy shower walls though - I don't even want to imagine what kind of fungus might have been growing there - so I pushed him away. Oh, you should have seen the way he grinned. He just looked at me for a long moment, and then he was on his knees, the water pounding down on his head as he started licking my stomach."
She pictured the point of Gilbert's tongue sliding down Roderich's abdomen, teasing at the top of his pubic hair.
"It was agony. By the time he actually put his lips on me I was fully divorced from any common sense, even the obvious concern I should have had for being caught - but it didn't matter then. All that mattered was that he was sucking on my cock and he was good at it."
I bet he loved it. I bet he'd been thinking about wanting to blow you for such a long time. I bet he was jacking himself off while he was sucking you. She was so warm now, and barely hearing Roderich anymore as he continued, thighs tensing and twitching as she got closer. She let out a gasp as she came, slicking her fingers hard against herself as she trembled and spasmed. She was still shivering with aftershocks when she heard Roderich's quiet whimper as he came.
He promptly retrieved a handkerchief from the nightstand, delicately wiping his hand off.
Elizabeta pushed the covers back and wiggled under them, curling up against Roderich. "Is that even true?"
Roderich smiled knowingly. "You could ask Gilbert, see what he says."
"I bet he's not as good as telling it, even if that is exactly what happened."
"True, he's not well-spoken. Then I suppose you'll have to take my word for it, won't you, dear?" He tousled her hair before reaching to turn out the lamp on the nightstand and settling in beside her. "Maybe he'll act it out for you."
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Keep on keepin' on, Author!Anon.
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My love for this fill has only grown more with this update ♥
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