She saw me, then pulled her covers up a little with a curious little smile. “Morning, Lucy.”
“Do not start calling me that.”
“Vlad calls you Lucy.”
“Vlad is potentially thousands of years old, mentally unstable, and probably impervious to any of my attempts to harm him. You, on the other hand…”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, raising a taunting eyebrow. “Bite me?”
“You’d be surprised what methods of punishment I could imagine.”
Stop making this harder than it already is. I tightened my hands into fists, willing the urge to tease and flirt with her down. It was only going to lead to more kissing. More pleasure. More bad ideas that would make the coming moment when I needed to leave that much worse.
Cara tilted her head and smiled with a touch of mischief. “I thought Vlad was the one who was into torture.”
I was on her bed before I knew what I was doing, looming over her. “Touch yourself for me.”
Her smile was crooked—amused. She pressed her fingertips to her wrist and mockingly arched her neck, moaning.
I grabbed her hand and pushed it between her legs. I saw she was only wearing a pair of black panties beneath her oversized t-shirt. The playfulness in her features dropped away, leaving only a startled, red-cheeked look of innocent arousal.
“Come for me.”
She moved her hand away, reaching for mine. “I want you to do it.”
“And your punishment is that you have to do it yourself. While I watch.”
She stared longingly at me, but I moved away from the bed and went to the wall where I could see her clearly. “Do it,” I commanded.
Cara hesitated, but her slender fingers started to move against the fabric of her panties eventually. She was silent at first, body stiff. She kept looking at me, then swallowing hard.
Her knees were bent, and her fingers kept circling, but I could tell she was too self-conscious to let loose and really enjoy herself.
I didn’t just want to see her go through the motions. I wanted her to come. I reached down to my cock and started to rub it through my pants. The next time Cara glanced at me, her eyes went a little wider. She chewed her lip, then pressed her head back into the pillows. A few seconds later, she let out a soft gasp and pressed her hips up against her own hand, knees coming together.
Fuck.
I’d only intended to give her a little encouragement, but she was too damn sexy. I unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing cock, stroking it as I watched. She lifted her head, regularly checking to see what I was doing between her heavy breaths of pleasure.
Cara slid her hand inside her panties, occasionally moving in a way that gave me tantalizing glimpses of the slick skin there. She started pressing her fingers into herself so they made a soft, wet sound that made me want nothing more than to plunge myself inside her and feel her warm wetness pressing against my length.
Her body tensed and her legs rolled to the side so she was curled up, fingers motionless. Quakes of pleasure ran through her for several long seconds until she finally laughed softly, then looked at me with a dangerous glint in her eyes.
I was still hard and had my hand on myself, and I knew I wasn’t going to have the willpower to tell her not to do what she was about to do. I was only moments from coming when Cara got her long legs off the bed and walked toward me, then sank to her knees.
She looked up at me, lips twisted suggestively, then gripped me in her small hand and took the head of my cock in her mouth.
She felt like silk. Wet, warm, absolutely perfect fucking silk.
I groaned, resting my head against the wall, then bending my neck again to watch her short black hair rock back and forth with the movement of her head against me.
It could’ve only been seconds before I felt the rush of my orgasm come thundering through me. I gripped her hair, surprised to see she wasn’t pulling her mouth away from me even as I came.
Cara waited, making sure I was finished, then I saw her swallow.
She pulled back, wiped her mouth with a delicate fingertip, then sucked it clean and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Do I get credit for that orgasm, or did you do all the work?”
I chuckled. “You get extra credit.”
“Well,” she said, hopping to her feet and giving my still-hard cock a playful bop with her palm that sent it bobbing up and down ridiculously. “That was a great start to my morning. I’ve got to get showered and go to class. Are you coming today, or are you going to make me go alone?”
I looked at the sun streaking through her windows. “I need to rest and gather my strength. You’ll be safe, though. The others can’t even be near windows during the day.”