Page 40 of Huge Games

"Let me know if you need anything else."

Celine is halfway out of the door when he says it, and she pauses. "Okay. Thanks."

On the sidewalk, she glances around to see if anyone's going to spot her getting dropped off in last night's clothing. It's still early, and students are not known for their morning rising abilities. The coast is clear. I follow her inside and take the stairs to her room. Her walk mesmerizes me, and the memories of last night paint sexual flashes in my mind that thicken my cock.

I focus on the floor, not wanting to have a full-blown boner by the time we reach her door.

She's asked me here to help her, not fuck her, although the two don't have to be mutually exclusive.

What happens next is down to her, and I hate not being in control.

13

CELINE

Elias lumbers into my small dorm room, filling so much space, I don't know what to do with myself. I smell funky, and my pussy is so amped up by last night and his proximity that it has its own heartbeat.

Jeez.

I need to work on my grade but doing it with Elias under these circumstances is torture.

"Can I get you a coffee and some breakfast? I have cereal."

"Sure." He glances around my room.

"You can sit here. I'll fix it, and then I'll take a quick shower."

He moves toward the chair at my desk, passing me closely. "Don't shower on my behalf. You smell good."

"I stink of sex."

"Exactly."

I screw up my nose, and Elias chuckles darkly. "You smell like the best kind of fucking, Celine. No dude worth anything is going to find that smell off-putting. Shit, it'spractically making me woozy."

"Men are gross." I stomp to the shared kitchenette to fix my guest an instant coffee and a bowl of muesli. He'd probably prefer something sugary, but I don't have any kiddy cereal.

Back in my room, he takes my offerings gratefully, looking at me with low-lidded eyes that tell me he'd rather eat me than the food. Before he has a chance to touch me, I disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Mr. Horndog out there would probably follow me in if he got half the chance, and although the idea of a naked and wet Elias pinning me to the tiled wall is delicious enough to bring saliva to my mouth, I have to restrain myself.

I smother myself in strawberry body wash and scrub my face. When I've dried my skin, I apply thick strawberry body butter and spritz my face with rose water. Then I realize I've forgotten to bring fresh clothes into the bathroom.

Jeez.

My towel is small and barely covers my ass. When I open the door, Elias has finished his breakfast and is resting against my chair with his arms folded and his legs spread wide. When he sees me, his tongue darts out to moisten his lips.

"Are you trying to kill me, Celine?"

"You're too big. I could never hide your body." Laugh sputters out of him as I rummage in my dresser for some clean panties and a matching bra. I haven't done my laundry for two weeks, so all that's left is plain white cotton underwear and a black lacy bra. It's not exactly an alluring combination, which is good because I don't need Elias to get ideas.

In reality, he wouldn't care if I was wearing a plastic bag. In fact, he'd probably like it. Easier to remove.

I find a shirt and a pair of jeans and set off in the direction of the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" His voice rumbles with a smile present.

"To get dressed."

"Celine, I've seen up inside your pussy, and you're acting shy?"

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