Page 24 of Plaything

I shifted uncomfortably, not knowing why he stood so close. I kept looking away, then back to him, not having the courage to ask him what he wanted. His cedar scent and drool-worthy body were a dangerous combination.

When his rough hand touched the bare skin of my hip, I about melted through the floor. His eyes never left mine as he gently moved me out of the way. I took a few steps to the side, as he wanted me to.

He smirked very briefly before removing his hand. “Don’t get excited, Darling; you were standing in front of the coffee machine,” he said casually.

I felt a blush creep up my neck, staining my cheeks and ears. My heart was hammering in my chest, way past ‘excited’ as he embarrassingly put it.

What was wrong with me? I swear, one of them looked in my direction, and I got flustered; what was with that? I knew nothing could happen between us, so why were my polluted thoughts clouding the air around me? Dominic noticed my behavior, for goodness sake!

I was no better than the girls at school who lusted over them.

Was that what this was? Lust. I internally cringed at my inner monologue. It couldn’t be—I hadn’t felt anything sexually in years. Now that I was living with four of the most attractive men I’d ever laid my eyes on, my switch was suddenly turned back on.

Even if I was attracted to them... in that non-eco-friendly way, I couldn’t have them. They would lose their jobs, I wouldn’t graduate, and I’d be publicly slut shamed again, this time because I was making eyes at college professors.

Why was I even thinking of this? None of them found me attractive; I was sure of it. Earlier, Aiden was probably just surprised at my change of attire; that was all. As much as I’d like him to check me out, it wasn’t ethical.

Needing a quick subject change, I blurted the first thing that came to mind. “You teach anatomy. Don’t you know how addicting caffeine can be?” I pointed to the brown liquid he generously poured.

Aiden let out a small chuckle, but I didn’t turn to look at him as he started whipping the frosting.

Dominic held his cup of coffee in one of his hands, making the regular cup look tiny. He turned to face me, only standing a few inches away. The corner of his mouth tilted up in a dark, mischievous grin. “I’m addicted to other things,” he deadpanned, eyes looking me over, just as Aiden had moments earlier.

As if he said nothing, like his words didn’t make my brain combust, he left.

The gears in my head started turning, trying to decipher his meaning. Addicted to other things? My eyes widened in shock and concern as a thought came to mind.

Steroids.

Without thinking, I grabbed into Aiden’s arm, getting his attention. “Is he on drugs? Tell me he’s not on drugs,” I stressed. “You should do something about that; he’s your friend,” I whispered quickly, talking as the thoughts came to mind.

Dominic was way too handsome and intelligent to get involved with anything of that category.

Aiden glanced at my hands clinging to his arm, then gave me an amused grin. “No, Odette. He’s talking about sex.”

My eyes widened, and my blush from earlier spread throughout my whole being. “W-what,” I mumbled, shocked at his nonchalant tone.

Aiden’s eyes had a glimmer of mischief as he shifted his arm, using my hands on it to somehow trap me between his body and the counter. I tensed, looking up at him, our chests centimeters apart. His hands were on each side of me, caging me loosely between them as he held the counter with his hands.

“Sex,” he repeated in a low tone. “Having someone’s body pressed against yours, feeling the heat from their body on your skin,” he started. His eyes narrowed at me as I stood frozen, unable to move. “Using each other to get off, desperately fucking, licking, kissing, and biting until you’re nothing but a mess, covered in sweat and cum.”

He spoke slowly and clearly, his minty, cool breath fanning my face. With each word he spoke, a wave of intense arousal flooded through me. After not feeling turned on for years, each dirty word of his was like a punch in the gut.

My lips parted as I stared at him, utterly entranced by his description, feeling jealous of any woman who’d experienced Aiden’s version of sex.

Without looking away from me, he grabbed something behind me. He glanced down at my lips. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Without questioning the chokehold his words had me in, I absentmindedly obliged, further parting my lips for him.

He tilted his head to the side, watching me closely. I still couldn’t look away from his intense eyes, but I saw his hand move from behind us to my face out of my peripheral vision. Chocolate frosting covered the tip of his middle finger.

He placed his finger inside my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.

Wetness pooled inside my panties, my lower stomach a mess of butterflies.

Despite my shock, I wrapped my lips around his finger, licking the sweet chocolate frosting off it.

My heart was hammering, but the pulse in my chest didn’t overpower the one greedily begging for more between my thighs.

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