“Haven’t been letting any other person between your legs, yeah?” he asked me. His tone was teasing and light, but his eyes seemed… prodding.
I gave him a confused look, tension gripping me. Maybe he was just teasing me, asserting his dominance, or maybe he was asking me a genuine question.
“Just you and Zephyr,” I replied, resting my heel on the back of his shoulder as he kissed the inside of my thighs. “No one else.”
“Good,” Arvo murmured, squeezing the soft skin of my outer thighs and hips appreciatively. “We don’t like to share.”
Before I could think up a reply, his lips caressed my pussy. His tongue drifted over my entrance before dragging itself up to my clit. After a few licks that had me squirming in his grip, he secured his lips around my clit, sucking softly.
I nearly lurched forward as the pleasure crackled through me like lightning. Just that motion fast-tracked my orgasm, making my body tighten and tense. My thighs started to tremble around his head.
“Oh… fuck,” I gasped out, tugging on his hair as he flicked his tongue across my clit over and over. He was so determined to make me fall apart, to have me submit to the bliss, and I gave him that. Pushing him harder against my throbbing pussy, I cried out, a euphoric heat consuming me whole.
Arvo didn’t pull back or stop his motions. He licked me through the pleasure until my body shuddered from the sensitivity. When he drew back from me, a cocky grin crossed his face.
“I think I’ll make it a point to make you come in every room in this school,” he told me before rising to his feet. We were both nude, his cock hard and aching. He didn’t approach me, though. Instead, he motioned for me to follow him into the mineral bath nearby.
The exterior structure of the bath was made out of uneven stone, while brown-tinted mineral water filled the inside. We stepped inside, hot water lapping at our legs and then our waists and chests as we lowered ourselves. The amount of warmth surrounding me and filling me nearly made me light-headed, but I coaxed myself to relax and breathe in the steam.
“If I wouldn’t pass out, I’d stay in here for hours,” I sighed, resting my back against the stone.
Arvo leaned back and rested his arms against the edge of the stone wall, the water sitting right above his abdomen.
“Gotta love the amenities of this place. It’s fit for Kings,” he smirked.
I smiled in an amused manner, shaking my head at him. He could be cocky, but he was certainly entertaining too. My eyes wandered over his defined, lean body, taking in the curve of his muscles and the indentions of his abs. He was the definition of eye candy.
I then paused, spotting a scar on his side. It was a straight, white line about a few inches long. I was surprised that I hadn’t noticed it before, but I supposed that I focused on other parts of his bodies more.
“What’s that scar from?” I asked him, pointing at it.
Arvo followed my finger, his smirk plummeting off his face. He shook his head dismissively, not looking as cool and casual as usual. He looked tense now.
“It’s nothing. It’s from a long time ago,” he replied.
I gave him a pointed look. It wasn’t nothing. I could tell.
“I’m not going to tell anyone. Arvo Hurley will always be perfect in every girl’s eyes,” I said with a light laugh, trying to calm him.
Arvo relaxed a little, even smiling a hint.
“It’s from my father,” he told me. “When I was young, I broke our kitchen window by accident. My father punished me by slashing me with a kitchen knife.”
My eyes grew wide as I stared at him in tense silence. A weight pressed down on my shoulders as I imagined the cruelty of a father cutting his own son out of anger. It was monstrous, and it hurt me to hear that Arvo had endured that. It didn’t matter how cocky or snarky someone was. No one deserved to endure such cruel abuse from their parents.
“I’m so sorry, Arvo,” I told him quietly. I knew that didn’t help much so many years later, but I wanted him to know that I felt for him, that I didn’t think that he deserved that.
Arvo tore his eyes away from me and shook his head. He shrugged his shoulders, coaxing himself to relax.
“Like I said, it’s nothing. He had a habit of flying into abusive rages if I even breathed wrong,” he muttered.
It wasn’t nothing to me. I hadn’t ever felt sorry for Arvo before, but I was overcome with sympathy for him. I started to lean forward to reach out to him, but I stopped myself. He wouldn’t want me to do that.