Page 72 of Brutal Kingdom

I change my mind about getting coffee. I need something stronger.

I’m in my studio working on my midterm project when a phone rings on the other side of the room. I walk over to pick it up, my heart pressing against my chest.

Hi

Jordanna still has the burner phone from the escape room, and she’s using it to contact me.

You kept my phone

I didn’t mean to

Sure you did. How else were you gonna get a hold of me

I prompt her when she doesn’t respond

Did you need something from me

I think she won’t answer, having convinced herself it was crazy to reach out to a stranger, when the next text comes in

I thought we could play a game

The only game I wanna play is the one where I have my wicked way with you

She sends a picture with a caption

Only if you find me

I groan at her challenge. This is reckless and bold, and a bad idea. But I can’t ignore the blood pumping through my body, or that feeling I get when I’m pushing people’s boundaries. Her boundaries. She contacted me for this game and not Noel. I can’t say no to that.

I’ll see you soon

She’s committed to the game, moving and sending me clues, but I eventually find her on the west side of campus by the theater department. The longer it took to find her, the harder I got. I can’t wait any longer.

“Don’t turn around.” I warn.

She’s wearing her overalls. I can smell the paint and turpentine on her clothes. God, I love that smell. I groan, remembering all the times we fucked after she finished painting. I unhook the straps, watching the bib fall open at her waist. My hands slide up her body across her cutoff tee.

I remove the bandanna from her hair, tying it over her eyes, before turning her to face me. I lean down, biting her pert nipple through her shirt. Her moan goes straight to my swollen cock. I’ve gathered a few souvenirs over the years. One of those trinkets is a master key that opens the theater, pool, and gym. I haven’t used them since Sophomore year. Taking her hand, I pull her behind me, to the cast entrance. They’re practicing for a production of Dirty Dancing. The stage still set like Johnny’s cabin in the Catskills.

I’m straining against the zipper of my pants. Squeezing her ass, I lean in for a kiss. Damn, she tastes better than ever. She slips her hand inside my jeans, grabbing my cock. Shit, maybe going commando wasn’t a good move. I feel like I might explode any second now.

I lower my jeans and push her to her knees. Swiping the purple mushroomed head of my dick against her lips. Her tongue darts out, teasing the tip, before lapping up the pre-cum gathered in the slit.

I moan like a needy bitch when her mouth envelopes me. Her tongue gliding across my length. I’m staring down at her, gripping her head as I rock inside her warm, wet mouth. Her teeth scrape, but I don’t care. I like the bite offset by the suction of her mouth.

Pulling her off, I grip both arms, dragging her back to her feet and back her up, pushing her onto the bed. I yank her coveralls and panties off, following her as she moves to the middle of the bed. She’s slick, her walls swollen and lush when I push inside.

She digs her nails into my ass, pulling me closer, rocking her hips. She wants to fuck. God, how did I get so lucky? I pull back and push in deeper. Then do it again. Just taking a moment to enjoy this feeling, and the way she looks, skin flushed, lips swollen from my cock and my kiss.

The rough collide of our bodies moves the bed across the stage. Our voices and groans, echoing in the empty theater. This is exactly what I need after the crappy couple of days I’ve had. She’s what I needed.

I roll us over, letting her ride me. She pulls off her shirt, careful to keep the blindfold in place, and I’m treated to the lovely site of her tits bouncing up and down as she slides up and down my cock. I reach up, putting my hand around her neck. My dick gets even harder, watching her struggle to swallow. But she doesn’t stop moving. If anything, her movements get more desperate. I clamp down on her breast. Her back arches, her nails digging into my chest as she clamps down around me. My feet planted on the mattress, I rock upwards, struggling to move because she’s still strangling me with her walls. “Fuck.” I grunt, realizing she’s having an extended orgasm. God, her body looks glorious, but I wanna see her eyes. They’re squeezed shut when I pull the bandanna off. She bites down on her lower lip and rocks against me again.

Her orgasm’s ending. My strokes quicken. I tighten my hold on her throat, her eyes popping open.

“Agh. Shit.” I’m fucking coming, staring into her eyes, knowing she finally sees me.

I’m barely finished when she climbs off of me, snatching up her clothes, screaming at me, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

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