Page 44 of Sinful Desires

Precum coated the tip of his dick, and I licked it off eagerly, eliciting another shudder to wrack his body. His grip tightened in my hair and before I knew what was happening, he was thrusting in an upwards motion, hitting the back of my throat in long, deliberate strokes. With one last hard thrust, he stilled to the hilt and then exploded, splashing the back of my throat with his hot seed. A long groan left him before he slowly removed himself, leaving me to swallow him down.

“Perfect,” he whispered so low that I wasn’t even sure if Raven had heard him. He peered down at me with admiration before taking his thumb and wiping it along my lower lip.

“It’s still your turn, Hunter,” Raven reminded him. “You never dared her to do anything.”

He tucked himself back into his boxers—much to my dismay—and smirked. That should have counted as a dare. It had been his turn after all, and didn’t he just dare Raven to blow him?

“Let’s do away with the game. I want to see you two make-out.” He pointed between the two of us for emphasis.

“I’m not really into girls,” I said.

I’d never been with a girl before, and while some of them were stunning, I’d never wanted to be intimate with one.

“You don’t have to like a girl to mess around with one,” Raven chipped in. “It’s normal. Especially at parties or in certain situations.”

Instead of arguing further, I nodded. My eyes were growing tired, and the room seemed to be tilting. Raven shot me a smile before creeping closer to me where she then placed her soft lips against mine. I returned the kiss, making sure that it was slow and sensual for our audience. Her tongue pushed through the small opening between my lips, and I parted them more to give her better access.

When we pulled away, Hunter was staring intently without missing a beat. Lust was written all over his features and in another world, I’d let him fuck me. A blowjob was a lot too—maybe too much, but it still wasn’t as intimate as sex. If he had been the guy I was talking to, I wasn’t sure I’d be okay with another girl doing things to him like that. Friend or not.

“Thanks for the alcohol,” I murmured, stretching my arms over my head before moving to grab my discarded shirt.

“Thanks for the head,” he shot back.

I rolled my eyes and planted my feet against the floor. Striding back to my side of the room, I kept my back toward them as I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. Throwing the shirt back on, I crawled beneath my comforter and turned to face the wall.

If they ended up having sex, I passed out before they did, because I didn’t hear a thing. The following day—Saturday—also had an uneventful start to it. Me and the girls ate meals together, but aside from that, they left me alone today. Which I was fine with; solitude didn’t bother me much. It gave me time to think.

I tugged on a gray T-shirt and paired it with some black leggings and combat boots. Next, I shrugged into my leather jacket and stepped out into the hallway.

The hallway wasn’t packed with people as it tended to be during certain parts of the day, but it wasn’t empty either. No one paid me any attention as I made my way down the hall and toward the elevator.

“Where are you headed?” A familiar voice called out from somewhere behind me.

I bit my lower lip to hide my smirk before turning to face him. My gaze raked down his masculine body as I took him in, one flawless feature at a time. He was dressed in a blue, sleeveless shirt which just so happened to show off his muscles more, and he’d paired it with a pair of gray sweats. A backpack hung off of one shoulder with his hand wrapped securely around the strap.

“Same place as you,” I answered.

Collin’s face lit up with interest. “Oh, yeah? You fighting?”

“Just observing today.”

“Do you know how to fight?”

I shrugged and turned back in the direction of my destination. “I guess you’re just going to have to find out.” He let out a laugh as we reached the elevator. Within moments, it opened, allowing us entry and we shuffled into the enclosed space.

Collin pressed the button to send us to the first floor and then his features hardened out of nowhere like his mind was somewhere else.

His gaze met mine seconds later, but there was conflict written all over his face—like he wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should.

“I saw you talking to Rocky yesterday,” he finally said, surprising me. I didn’t even know he’d been paying attention to that. Then again, my mind was focused on not looking in that direction.

“And?” I raised my eyebrows, curious as to why he was bringing this up.

He shrugged. “He’s just not the best guy to be around. You should probably steer clear of him.”

I barked a laugh, making him flinch. “You’re not serious,” I retorted, searching his face for any sign that it was a joke. When I didn’t find one, annoyance bubbled within me. “You hang out with a literal psychopath, and are warning me about someone that I had a two second conversation with?” I scoffed. “I’ll take my chances, thanks.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything more on the subject which I was thankful for. He didn’t have any say on who I spent my time with.

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