Page 3 of Rawest Venom

Programming. Mmm-kay, smart guy. “That’s so interesting! What kind of programming, like what did you do when you worked for Cal?”

“We programmed, uh, you know, the safety and security systems for West Side. All of them.”

“Just West Side?” This time, my mouth inadvertently crunches on the stalk. I’m hungry.

“Well, I mean, his reach goes everywhere in GnarledPine. But you work there. You know that.” Leaning in closer, his lips almost touch my temple, but he holds there and says my four favorite words. “Between you and me, I did more thanprogramming. I was one of the eyes in the sky.” Sitting up, he nods, eyebrows raising into a knowing look.

“That’s amazing! I bet you saw so much!”

“Fuck yeah, I did. This one time at the Crimson Angel, I saw—” The waitress sets down a large dish of food in front of us, big enough for a family of ten. Will sends her a helpless look.

“It’s for the table.” She scoffs and lifts her hand in the air, showcasing the almost empty surface. Our heads mutually turn to spot one elderly couple near the opposite end, who both smile sheepishly and hold up their hands, waving off the food with a cursory glance.

“Um, okay. Thank you.” Will points to the serving spoon, allowing me to go first, as the waitress bustles off.

Dishing some onto my plate, I take a bite of the gooey steam. It has no flavor. But when Will looks at me expectantly, I muster up some enthusiasm. “Mmm, it’s great! Good choice!” His shoulders relax, and I prod him with another question. “What did you see?”

“Huh?” He takes a bite and grimaces as he chews.

“What did you see? At the Crimson Angel?”

His eyes dart around the room. Clearly, he’s noticed the cameras. “I don’t remember.”

My palm itches as it runs down the worn denim covering his knee. “That’s okay. Maybe you could tell me about it back at your place.”

Brown hair whips over his shoulder as he turns to face me with a bright smile. “Yeah?”

Pursing my lips, I scrunch my nose, making my freckles bounce, no doubt. “Yeah…I mean, if youwantto.”

“What? Fuck yeah, I do.” Lengthy fingers prod between my legs as he squeezes my upper thigh. “I’ve been thinking about it.” It could be how hot they have the heat turned up in the place, but his glasses begin to fog from sweat. He’s not lying.

“Me, too.” Please don’t make me finish this awful dish.

Taking off his glasses, he wipes them on his exposed shirttail. “You want to get out of here?”

“Yes, I do.”

Will’s apartment is two buildings over and four stories below mine. He doesn’t know that. The interior is bland and beige, but spicing things up, there’s a stack of 80s porn magazines from the time we lost power for four days due to one of Strauss’s antics. Will had to resort to old-school masturbation without his computer. I think he stole the stash from his dad’s place, but now they sit in a neat stack next to a bottle of cocoa butter in his nightstand.

Bouncing on my toes, I rub my hand continuously up and down his bicep as he unlocks the door for us. Will’s narrow eyes lower into slits as he investigates my eager face. “You seem excited.” He chuckles with bright eyes, like a boy winning a video game.

“I am.” Brushing my lips against his clean-shavenjaw, he shoves the door open and pulls me inside by the waist.

His lips are full and soft, and his tongue measured in its exploration of my mouth as it envelops mine in a passionate kiss while his foot kicks the door closed with a loud boom. Opening one eye, I monitor where he’s moving us, trying not to trip over anything as well as checking out my surroundings.

“Fuck, how-how far do you… Uh. You want to…”

“How about we take this into your room?” It may be pushing things too fast, but I press my chest to his. Come on, C cups!

Long, cold fingers crawl underneath my cropped sweater and slide into my bra, squeezing my tits before another kiss is shoved against me. Walking me backwards, he takes us into the small bedroom, which is messy and stinks of some cheap body spray. I know he makes more money than to wear something like that. Poor Will just needs a woman’s touch. The yellow neon cooling system from his bedroom computer lights up the room in waves, shadows bouncing around the walls recklessly.

As we reach the unmade bed, I quickly unbutton his shirt as he helps pull my sweater over my head. “Holy shit, your body…” Standing agog, staring at my chest for a moment, Will slips one bra strap down, lowers the cup of my bra, and licks his lips at the sight of my pink nipple. Hmm, he’s a feeder. Raising my chest up to him, his eyes never departing from the areola, I unleash my tits for him as his mouth latches onto one in a frenzied release of pent-up lust.

My hand slides down his chest and unzips his pants, then pulls out his semi-hard thin dick.Semi-hard? I thought I had him going… Unable to look away, I stare down at the shaft held in my open palm at the same time Will’s eyes open wide from their small caverns. “Uh, I, um, was wondering. Can-can I see your feet?” A flash of an awkward grin appears on his mouth before dissipating, embarrassment flushing his cheeks.

Feet? I thought he was an ass man… Hmm, I’m not usually wrong. Feet it is, I suppose.

“Sure,” I say, smiling sweetly. Breasts and feet. Got it. Lying back on the bed, I hike my miniskirt up my thighs, exposing my thong to him, then slide off my boots, slowly, and one at a time. “They’re kinda sweaty?—”

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