Page 45 of Plaything

He looked incredibly comfortable, and his arms were slightly flexed, making his shoulders broad on either side of my hips. His black hair was tousled from the static of the blanket, looking incredibly soft.

Reaching my hand out, I gently ran my fingers through his silk-like hair.

A low moan escaped his lips, his arms tightening around me. Without opening his eyes, I saw his lips turn up into a smirk. “Is it morning?” His voice rasped.

“No, it’s still dark,” I whispered back.

He opened his eyes, his gaze landing on my belly first before his eyes slowly moved up my torso, to my chest, and then my face. With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he lifted his head. “I’m having an early breakfast then.”

How was he thinking about food right now? I was too distracted by his head so close to my pussy to think of anything else. “Hm?” I questioned, pushing my eyebrows together.

He pushed his body back, his arms releasing my back from the hug he was giving me. His movement placed his head directly between my thighs, and I shivered. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

He moved the sheer shorts to the side, leaving my pussy covered by the thin white panties underneath. His eyes locked on the delicate fabric as he ran his thumb down it.

The teasing touch made my hips lift, sensitive and eager for more. “Niko,” I warned, nervous for him to continue, no matter how much my body wanted him to. This was new; all of this and everything about my professors was new to me. New was scary.

His thumb dipped when he got to my entrance, where he pressed down, watching my panty-covered crotch in intrigue. “Awe, Cariño, your little pussy is crying for attention,” he smirked. The rasp in his voice sent another wave of arousal to wet his thumb, even through my panties.

I propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to watch whatever he planned on doing. My sleepiness made everything hazy, heightening the intensity of the moment. My body ignited with anticipation, impatient for him to give me more.

His eyes flickered up to my elbows, his smirk growing. “That’s a good girl; eyes on me,” he praised. I bit my lip as he hooked a finger around the front of my panties, pulling them to the side.

I blushed profusely, embarrassed that I was completely exposed to him. No one had ever seen me down there before. The embarrassment was exhilarating, adding to the anticipation, quickly beginning to drive me crazy.

What was even more interesting was the look on Niko’s face. His jaw was slacked, a raw hunger in his eyes. You’d think he just won the lottery or had a massive five-tier cake in front of him. “Fuck,” he practically moaned. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said in a daze, his finger gently running down my open slit.

I moaned, watching his finger collect my juices. Niko seemed to be in a trance as he repeated the motion a few times. He pulled the blanket off us, uncovering him from the darkness and exposing me to the cold. Despite the chill in the room, I was burning, trying to be patient.

The candle he lit earlier was casting a dim flickering light on us. I couldn’t understand the mesmerized desire in his eyes as he continued playing with my pussy.

I bit my lip, watching his finger glisten with my cum as he dipped it to the outside of my entrance. My thighs tensed at the unfamiliarity, and his eyes finally met mine. “Wyatt didn’t see your pussy that night, did he?” He asked smugly.

Confused at the topic, I slightly shook my head. “No, it was over my clothes,” I panted, trying not to sound worked up. “Why?” I asked.

I felt pressure as he pushed the tip of his finger into me. “Because it’s taking everything in me not to wake the guys up and show them how fucking perfect our new plaything is,” he practically moaned before his lips kissed my clit.

“O-oh—” I covered my mouth with my hand, the pleasure from the simple kiss catching me off guard.

His eyes darkened as he looked up at me, shadowed by his eyebrows. The tip of his finger that was barely in me curled as he licked my clit. The tip of his tongue pressed and flicked my clit, making me whimper.

He smirked, looking back down at the slick mess he made between my thighs. “Sensitive, too,” he said in a pleased tone. He pulled his finger out of me and pushed it back in, only to his first knuckle. “Mmm,” he hummed, “You’d better be quiet, Cariño. If they hear you and catch us like this, they’ll want a taste too,” he warned.

Before my already slow mind had a chance to comprehend what that meant, his lips were wrapped around my clit. I gasped, pressing my hand harder into my mouth.

My mind and body were in scrambles as he sucked my clit. My thighs started to close on his head, but he removed his finger from me, roughly pushing my knees flush against the bed. My legs were spread wide, giving him full access to the part of me that wanted him most.

He licked my clit before he moved his lips lower, where he licked my entrance, making his tongue and lips glisten with my cum. A deep, throaty, primal moan rumbled through his chest as his tongue moved faster.

I cried out, self-indulgence consuming me as my eyes welled with tears of pleasure. “Niko,” I breathed, removing my hand from my mouth. I shyly reached out, tangling my hand in his hair.

He made the same sound he did when I touched his hair before, a deep moan of pleasure. He let go of one of my thighs, placing his hand over mine. He closed my hand around his brown locks, making my hand grip his hair firmly.

Leaving my hand pulling his hair, he placed his hand back on my thigh. I didn’t want to hurt him, but this was clearly what he wanted me to do.

He buried his face deeper into my pussy, devouring both my clit and my entrance. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed his tongue into me.

My mouth fell open, my eyes fluttering. My hand pulled on his hair, trying to bring his face closer. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, yanking me lower on the bed. My elbow gave out from my body shift, leaving me staring at the ceiling.

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