His smirk is firmly in place as he keeps me trapped in an intense gaze, reaching over my shoulder with a long, beautiful tattooed arm. He brushes it, sending an electric current across my whole body, and I flash white hot at the touch.Fuck me.
Grabbing a towel from the rack behind me, he starts to dry me off with slow teasing strokes that send my pulse rocketing to new heights. I’m still unable to move so much as an inch, as this angel of a boy dries my arms one at a time, then my collarbone. He skims the towel over each breast, and I inhale sharply, filling my nose with his mouth-watering vanilla cookie scent, reminding me of the shower gel that I just used.
Instead of passing me the towel, which he really should have done from the beginning, he drops to his fucking knees in front of me, making my stomach flutter and my body feel overheated enough to combust.
Jesus! What on earth is happening? He's a complete fucking stranger! Maybe I ought to…
Before I can make a decision on what I really should do, he looks up with a devilish grin that's so irresistible on his angelic face, my brain just ups and leaves the building, letting Her Vagisty take over.
He proceeds to towel me from my feet, up my calves, and to my thighs. He pauses as he gets to the apex—thank goodness I had a Brazilian wax a few days ago!—and...did he just sniff me?!A low growl escapes him, and my breath hitches as I swear I can feel my core dripping, my pussy pulsing at the animalistic sound.
He stands up, pressing his front against me, and there is definitely something hard poking me in my lower stomach.
“Arms up,” he orders in a dark as black treacle voice, which is a little husky now.
He’s clearly as affected by me as I am by him. Thank fuck, otherwise, this would be awkward.
I’m so shocked by what has happened, what is still happening, that I do as he commands without question. He wraps the towel round me and tucks the end in so it stays shut, covering me from breasts to knees.
“Nice ink,” he whispers, his hand trailing along my right side where I have a watercolour galaxy tattoo. My side tingles even though I can’t possibly feel the touch through the towel.
“You too,” I breathe back, swallowing hard and licking my suddenly dry lips, my eyes travelling over his chest.
When I look up, the green of his beautiful eyes is almost entirely swallowed up with black, his pupils blown with lust, and I shiver, my nipples pebbling under the towel. Taking a step back in a bid to rein in Her Vagisty who's about to go rogue, I can feel my body flush pink.
“Darlin...I–I mean Darling. That is, I am Darling. My name. My name is Lilly Darling,” I manage to choke out, my whole body alight with embarrassment.God smite me the fuck now and save me from myself. Real fucking smooth, Lilly. Jesus.
I realise thatGet Off My Dickis still playing on repeat when his eyes flash to my phone on the counter, then back to me. He looks at me amused, laughter dancing in those gorgeous orbs of his.
His gaze changes slightly, the heat flaring in it brighter than before, like he wants to do naughty bad things to me, and Her Vagisty perks up at the thought.Christ on a cross. For fuck’s sake, woman!
“Boys!” he suddenly hollers, eyes still holding mine and startling me out of my dirty angel fantasies with a jump. “Our new roomie is here!”
Then, he turns round, tented sweats and all, and walks out.
Chapter Two
LILLY
Boys? What does he mean by boys?
My brain is still completely fried from that little performance. Frankly, I’m surprised it’s not dribbling out of my ear. However, that one word, ‘boys’, sinks in and plays on repeat, whirling round my head until suddenly I awaken from my lusty haze, coming to with a start.
Surely I can’t have been put in a dorm with all guys...can I?
I guess there’s only one way to find out. I pull up my big girl panties, obviously, those metaphorical ones as I’m still naked as fuck under this towel, throw my shoulders back, and stride out. Yep, in just my towel.Own it, girl, my inner self tells me.
Because, of course, my bag is not in the bathroom, it's in the living room with all my probably soaking wet clothes inside. I'm just that lucky.Fucking cuntflap Uber driver.
I come to a sudden jerking halt. My heart rate picks up and my tongue darts out to trace my lower lip when I see who these ‘boys’ are.
Sweet baby Jesus. Where do guys like this even come from?This is enough to make even Dorothy throw those beautiful red shoes away and live forever in Oz.
Before me stand four boys, though men is a better descriptor. Saying that, they didn't make boys, men, or even fucking gods like this back home.Holy fuck with a waffle on top!
They are exquisite, indescribably beautiful, and sinful in every way that counts. My breath quickens as I drink them in.
The fallen angel to my right has that smouldering smile still plastered on his face, as well as his tented sweats. It's like he gives no fucks that he’s got a raging hard-on right in front of his dorm mates.