Page 9 of Room Twenty-Seven: Theirs to Punish

“Wait, how long have you lived here?”

She looks up at the ceiling as if counting in her head. “Six months.”

I don’t answer, waiting for her to elaborate and explain why she never had a friend or her mom here. Even if she moved to town without knowing anyone, she must have made friends by now.

After a while of silence, I feel like I missed the timeframe to ask a follow-up question without making it weird. So I simply stay quiet. Neither one of us talks for a while. For a moment, I’m certain Lilly has gone to sleep when her voice fills the room once more.

“This has to be the weirdest day of my life,” she murmurs sleepily.

“Definitely top five for me.”

She giggles. “If I wasn’t so tired, I’d ask you about the other four days.”

“Maybe next time.” I’m not sure if she’s already asleep or if she’s ignoring me. I just really hope there is a next time.

5

Lilly

I'm not awake yetbut also not quite asleep. I’m stuck somewhere in the middle, and I’m not mad about it. It’s cozy here, and I feel protected and warm.

It’s almost like my mattress is heated. My pillow must be as well because my skin feels incredibly hot where my cheek presses against the fabric. Not hot enough for me to want to move.

“I have to go.” A male voice fills my ear, making me think I’m asleep.

Not wanting to wake up, I bury my face deeper into the warm, firm pillow that smells of aftershave. A soft chuckle erupts, and suddenly, I’m not lying on the pillow anymore.

I’m flipped over onto my back. My eyes fly open and immediately connect with Luke’s. “Good morning, Angel.”

Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine with an all-consuming kiss. His tongue brushes against my lips, and I part them to let him in. His whole body presses flush against mine, like a heavy blanket holding me in place. He wedges his knee between my legs, parting my thighs.

I know he promised not to touch me besides cuddling, but at this moment, I really fucking hope he goes back on it. My pussy is so hot, my clit begging to be touched, and every inch of my skin is on fire. I feel like I’m about to burst, and Luke is the only person who can stop me from dying.

His hands roam all over my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind while my fingers rake through his unruly hair. We kiss until we have to come up for air.

“I want you,” I moan, just in case he needs another hint.

“I’m going to make you come on my tongue. I want to taste you so bad,” he confesses.

I arch my back, pushing my chest against his, craving the friction on my tender nipples. His hands slip under my shirt to cup my breast, his fingers rolling my taut peaks between them just right. I almost come from that sensation alone.

He pulls up my shirt and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I moan so loud, I’m pretty sure the whole building can hear. I couldn't care less. Let them hear. He moves to the other side, giving both equal attention while I shamelessly rub my pussy against his thigh.

Luke moves lower. Dipping his fingers into my waistband, he pulls down my pajama bottoms and panties in one swift move. I gasp as cool air washes over my heated skin.

That coldness is all but forgotten a moment later when Luke’s tongue presses against my engorged clit.

“Fuck!” I throw my head back into my pillow and squeeze my eyes shut. Luke sucks on my clit like his life depends on it.

Feeling the need to hold something, I grab my sheets as if they could prevent me from floating away on this cloud of pleasure. I don’t even know what's happening until the orgasm has already wrecked my body in a way I didn’t know was possible. I come so hard, I’m disoriented, my muscles are weak, and my mouth is so dry I can’t talk. My thighs shake, and I’m exhausted like I just ran a marathon.

“Wow. You really needed that, huh?” Luke’s voice seems far away now. Like I’m not even in the same room anymore, but I still feel the warmth of his body, still smell his aftershave. “Go back to sleep,” he whispers before kissing my forehead softly.

I want to tell him to stay. I want to let him know how amazing this was and that I’ve never come this way before. But my eyes are so fucking heavy and my body exhausted, so without fighting it anymore, I let the darkness take me.

I’m not sure how long I've been asleep, but when I wake up, sunlight fills the loft, and someone pounds on my door like the building is on fire.

“Open up, I know you're in there,” Dave, the building owner’s voice, booms through the door.

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