Page 25 of The Trap

Truthfully, I didn’t think any of this through. I don’t know what my end game even is. Should I leave? Should I wait until she wakes up and talk to her? Then again, who knows when that will be or if it will still be just the two of us. Her roommate may be home by then…

“Shit,” I huff, sitting at the edge of her bed, my back facing her.

Why did I do this? It’s not like I can even confront her about whatever she stole from the library, because I have no idea what it was. Brett’s been quieter than usual since she left, refusing to acknowledge that she took anything in the first place. And if I’m being honest, I don’t even care that she stole something. What I care about is that she lied to me about who she was, and that she left, like that chemistry between us meant nothing.

I scoff. Maybe it didn’t mean anything and was just a part of her act, but that look in her eyes when she would talk to me? You can’t fake that shit.

Flustered, I reach for my vape, taking a long drag and holding it still in my lungs. My lids close as I exhale, releasingthe smoke along with my conflicting thoughts. Eyes still closed, I bring the tip of the vape back to my mouth, about to take another hit, when a soft feminine groan hits my ear.

I freeze, leaving it between my lips, listening.

“Col,” she breathes in a barely there whisper.

This can’t be fucking real. She’s passed out and she’s humming…no…moaning the beginning of my name.

My heart stalls when it happens again, except it’s not the beginning of my name, itismy name. Clear as day, in a sultry moan. “Colson.”

I remain frozen. Am I hearing things? Imagining what I wish she would say? I mean I did get a stronger hybrid strain from the dispensary, so maybe it’s just the effects of the weed messing with my already fucked up mind.

But again, as if she can read my thoughts, her hips lift, back arching, and those beautiful, pouty lips of hers part, saying my name.

Blowing out the pent-up smoke, I lean forward to get a better look at her. Again, my name falls from her mouth and the sound travels right to my cock, awakening it with an ache that throbs against each barbell. The sound of my name consuming her subconscious is only adding to my high, as is the view of her juicy, tanned thighs spreading further. The light hanging above us acts as a spotlight, highlighting the glistening sheen of her wet pussy peeking through where the edge of her lace underwear has shifted.

I bite at my lip. The need to dip my tongue between her legs and fuck her with it is driving me insane. I really am a fiend for her. This woman, even when she’s doing nothing but lying here, moaning my name in her sleep, is making me consider things I’ve never done before. And the worst part is, I can’t look away. I don’t want to.

Desperation mounting inside me, I decide to indulge my curiosity a little bit and at least get a closer look to satiate this burning desire that’s spreading through my entire body like a fucking cancer.

Slinking closer, I kneel on the bed between her parted thighs before I shift to my stomach, lying flat on the mattress with my head inches from her slit. Without thought, I extend my greedy hand forward, gently curling my fingers around the lace of her panties, casting the wet fabric to the side, exposing her sweet cunt to me. Fuck me. Why is it that the crazy ones always have the prettiest fucking pussies?

My heart thuds, driving my pulse rate up as my eyes feast on her soaking wet center just staring back at me. Drool gathers in my mouth as I lean forward, inhaling her sweet scent. The smell of her arousal travels past my nose and rattles my cock, confined by my pants and thickening by the second. Fucking hell.

She looks so delicious spread like a fucking five course meal, just waiting for me to fuck her with my tongue and give her the best fucking orgasm she’ll never remember.

This is wrong, I know it is. Still, it feels just as wrong to waste this moment and deny her the pleasure that my body is dying to give her as I lay here between her legs, starving for a taste of her perfect cunt.

Maybe if I give her one lick, it’ll tide me over. Just one dip of my tongue and I’ll at least know what she tastes like, so my brain can formulate a core memory, and I’ll be set.

My nose brushes against her clit, her slickness coating the tip of my nose, but I pull back, warring with myself because this isn’t enough. Not even close. Her scent encapsulates me and without thought, my finger dips into her arousal. Coated in her, I bring the tip of my finger to my mouth, sucking her taste in.

Blood rushes in painful proportions to my length, which is aching for more. I need more. I need to drown in her. Suffocatemyself with her. This is what I’ve always wanted, her spread for me to devour, for me to claim, but I never thought I’d stoop so low to do this, with her asleep. Then again, it’s my name she’s moaning in her sleep. Not Brett’s or anyone else’s for that matter…myfucking name.

Popping my finger out of my mouth, I turn to face her again. Unexpectedly, she hums—a sleepy, faint hum, but loud enough that it thickens my cock. Another gasp sounds from her, this time laced in a lusty moan as her body shifts, practically begging for me to eat her out.

Colson. Sounding like a fucking spell.

An invitation.

A summoning.

The way her body calls to me and reacts to me is overwhelming. I don’t even care about my own satisfaction, because fucking her with my tongue, having her thrash and grind on my face, suffocating me in her unique flavor, is all I want.

Unable to take it anymore, I settle myself between her legs. I lower my mouth to her inner thigh, barring my teeth to her supple flesh, nibbling it, and kneading her skin. Warming up, I alternate kisses and soft bites on her inner thigh, causing her sleeping body to flinch.

Kissing my way to the top of her slit, I flick my tongue at her clit before enclosing it, drawing it into my mouth with focused suction. God damn it, she tastes so good. I inch my fingers closer to her opening, diving in with two curled fingers. The tight, warm, fucking dripping walls send a shock wave to my system, prompting an animalistic groan to leak from my mouth. I increase to three fingers and her hips buck in response.

“That’s it,” I murmur, lifting my mouth and gaze to her heaving chest. I place a soft kiss on her sensitive clit before swiping my tongue at my lips, savoring and memorizing thesweet notes of her taste. “Ride my fucking hand,” I instruct to her unknowing body. She writhes against my touch, her body an obedient, needy slut for me.

I peer down at her pussy taking my hand, and it drives an insatiable desire within me. I need more. I need to drown in this moment. Slipping my fingers from her, I dive in with my tongue. Fucking her where my hand just stretched her, summoning moans that have me licking, sucking, fucking her like the starved–depraved–man that I am…for her.

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