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Niko smirked, “No.”

Guilt slowly ate at me. “He seemed mad,” I stressed.

Niko quickly shook his head. He walked around the kitchen and sat next to me. “He’s not mad, Odette. Not to be crude, but he’s probably got an attitude because he’s frustrated,” he widened his eyes at me.

“Frustrated... because of me?” I repeated, feeling worse.

“No,” Niko said quickly. “Frustrated over what just happened in that room. Frustrated because we stupidly agreed that we wait to fuck you, but really we’re teasing ourselves,” he admitted.

That sparked my interest. So, Aiden had a sex attitude? He was sexually frustrated because of me! It was a strange victory, beating them at their own game. They’d been making a great effort to tease me. No matter how many green lights or hints that I give that I was ready for sex, they tease.

I was no stranger to being sexually frustrated, especially recently. I wanted them to feel good; I wanted to please them. Intrigued, I made plans to relieve their frustration. It would take more guts and courage than I had, but as Niko liked to say, I had one hell of an oral fixation.

Chapter Thirteen

Odette

Monday mornings were the bane of my existence (besides Charles). The weekend was long gone, leaving love bites on my neck and memories of faint red ink on my skin.

Despite the crisp bite of winter air, I had an iced coffee in hand as I walked from my car to my first class of the day. Thermodynamics wasn’t my favorite subject, but knowing the skills was an absolute necessity for my future career. I found it interesting, and that intrigue made it easy to follow the lessons, which I was grateful for.

My classes usually flew by in a blur. I didn’t have friends to chat with during lectures, so all my focus was on whatever the Professorwas saying. Of course, Anna was my closest friend until I met Reesia. Anna graduated last year, so I rarely see her outside of volleyball games and practices, which were seldom.

My lack of friendships always made me think something was wrong with me. Did I have a resting bitch face? Was I unapproachable? Was I too awkward? Until recently, after spending time with my professors, I realized it came down to one thing. Complete and utter shyness. There was nothing wrong with me. People didn’t talk to me because I didn’t speak to them. It was a vicious cycle that only I could break.

That was why I was so shocked when I had a small yet unusual amount of attention as I walked through the halls. A few peers congratulated me on my winning spike, and others gave me a friendly smile. With people staring, I was just glad I was able to cover up the purple marks on my neck.

It was a small win for me, but the friendliness made my morning.

My professors all left early this morning, just after I went downstairs. They greeted me but then had to be off to work. This allowed me to dress Cat in a lovely pink sweater. He looked adorable, and I knew Aiden would probably have a conniption when he saw it.

Sitting down in thermodynamics class, I continued plotting. Last night, I tossed and turned, partly from nervousness and partly from excitement. Niko had made a thrilling point; they were being teased just as much as I was. The only difference was that I getting off.

I’d been rather selfish in that category, so it was time to repay them. They’d definitely gotten attitudes as their frustration built. The devil on my shoulder wanted to see how long they could last before giving in, but the angel wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. I was desperate to see each of them with their eyes closed, moaning in pleasure. More importantly, I wanted to be the reason they were getting off.

I had a feeling that whatever I did to them, whether I used my hands or mouth, they’d probably return the favor. Unfortunately for me, my pollution factory was closing for a week soon due to an oil leak. The PMS had started, and I think it would be best for everyone in the house to have a clean slate and be in a good mood. Admittedly, I became very irritable and emotional, which was unlike me.

Shark week, for me, was more like megalodon week.

To set my plan in motion, I initiated phase one. The sext. My target? Aiden.

I already spent hours mulling over what to send. Strangely enough, the answer came to me in my dreams. A very realistic sex dream, to be specific.

Odette: I had a dream about you last night.

I knew he was teaching, so I didn’t expect his reply within minutes.

Aiden: Oh really? Care to share?

I could practically hear the tease in his words; I knew he’d be smirking while speaking. This was where I started feeling stuck. I knew how to start it but didn’t think I’d make it this far.

I peeked up at the Professorlecturing before looking down at my dim screen. I was in the back of the class, and the corner was slightly dark, drawing no attention to myself.

Odette: You’re teaching, I wouldn’t want to distract you.

Aiden: Distract me.

Odette: It had something to do with my mouth.

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