by J. E. Cluney
An instant dirty thought shot into my mind at that. There was one way he could wake him up.
I mentally slapped myself for the thought. Even if it had put my arousal into overdrive. Maybe I should head back into Marcus’s room.
No. I still needed to figure all that out. Something weird was going on between us, although last night had been deliciously fun.
I continued into my bedroom, keeping an ear out to see if Lucas came back out of Skip’s room. I didn’t hear the door reopen by the time I was heading into the bathroom for a shower. Although I could’ve sworn I’d heard soft moans.
Definitely shower time, especially now that my head was coming up with a million scenarios playing out behind that door. All of them arousing.
Skip must be bisexual then, and I already knew Lucas was thanks to Emma.
Do they do threesomes?
I groaned as the thoughts sent heat rushing through me as I stripped down.
Goddamn. It was like last night had kick-started my sex drive again. It’d been lying beneath the surface, but I’d been focusing on uni and getting myself settled, doing my best to push it down. Now it was making itself known with a vengeance.
I started the shower, testing the water as my mind wandered to Skip and his two pronged penis. What exactly did that look like? Where did the second prong come out from?
Guess I’ll google a kangaroo’s penis.
Yeah, cause anyone seeing that search history wasn’t going to question things.
I stepped under the warm water, sighing as it relaxed my tense muscles.
Last night had been wonderful. Ever since my last toy had broke, I hadn’t orgasmed. It was quite a build-up, knowing you wanted it, but unable to finish yourself off with just your hands. On my own, I needed more, and vibrators worked best. They got me off quickly.
But with a partner, the game changed. I was aroused easier and pushed to my release easier, with the right partners, of course. Derek, my first boyfriend, had helped me orgasm once or twice, but then it was always about him after that, despite gentle urging. Keith had been better, but after the first few months, our sex life died down when I picked up more work hours and so did he. We were too tired to do the deed, and then we fell apart.
My tinder dates after that were hit or miss. Sometimes I got lucky with a guy who wanted to please, other times it was a guy who just wanted a quick fuck. I’d never contacted those ones again. Hell, I’d only contacted a few of those in the first lot a second time, but never a third. I didn’t want to grow any attachments.
But now? This was a whole new thing for me. I was going to be living here until I completed my degree, which was years away. I had meant to keep things strictly friends and business, but that had bitten me on the arse.
My body flushed under the warm water as my mind moved to Marcus, of how things went so incredibly perfect last night. I did want to know what it would be like to have him, fully have him. To feel him inside me, moving against me, our bodies entwined.
My lady parts throbbed as I imagined it, a sensual, cool night under the covers, exploring each other’s bodies. I hadn’t even been able to see him fully, he’d kept those briefs on, only changing into clean ones afterwards. I’d wanted so badly to touch it, to feel it, but he’d had other plans.
I’d get my chance. I knew that.
I tried to push all the sexy thoughts from my mind as I washed myself, but it only made it worse as my mind moved to Oliver. Sweet Ollie, who’d been a godsend, helping me to my classes and being a good friend. I was meant to be looking out for him in case of a sporadic shift, but he’d helped me settle into uni easily, sticking by my side through our classes and bringing me many laughs.
And I’d noticed his eyes lingering on me at times, the way they’d sweep over me as he checked me out.
It wasn’t one sided either. I’d seen him fully naked, and I’d liked what I’d seen.
“For God’s sake,” I muttered as I pressed my back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. The sudden coolness snapped my mind out of its hazy arousal. Good. I had work, and I needed to hurry up.
I focused on what today might bring, of what this new workplace might be like. I’d popped in a few times this week after uni, and was happy to see they were getting regular business.
I climbed out of the shower, glad that I’d battled off my onset of arousal. I wrapped my towel around me and glanced at my dirty clothes. Well, they weren’t really dirty. I’d re-wear the pajamas, but the undies needed washing.
I’d pick them up when I came in to brush my teeth, and I made sure to kick my shirt over my undies in case anyone came in while I was dressing or having breakfast.
I headed out into the hall, humming some soft tune I vaguely knew. Probably a nursery rhyme from childhood.
“Morning.”
I stopped before my door as Skip walked out of his room, looking mighty pleased with himself.
His cheeks were rosy and his hair a mess. Lucas was nowhere in sight, but I couldn’t help the warmth that flooded my cheeks.
Naturally, he was wearing only some batman boxers.
“Don’t think I didn’t know,” he chuckled as he stepped closer and leaned on the wall before me, those bright blue eyes trailing over me in my towel. One eyebrow raised as he found his way back to my eyes.
“Know what?” I shrugged, but my heart skipped a beat.
“You got the dirty on,” he grinned.
“I…” I just held my towel against my chest, unable to lie straight to his face.
His grin only widened.
“You know what that means, right?” he murmured as he edged closer, that strikingly handsome face only centimeters from my face. He’d not shaved for a few days, and the stubble suited him.
“What?” I gulped, too stubborn to step away. Besides, I could feel the heat radiating off his golden tanned chest, and I so wanted to reach out and press my hand against it, to feel him.
“Game on,” he breathed as he moved his lips up to my ear.
“Game on?” I questioned, but squeaked as he grabbed my arms gently and pushed me up against my bedroom door.
“No more rules. Lucas said we were to let you be, but Marcus broke them, so now, you’re free game,” he purred against my ear, his hot breath washing over it. Tingles shot through me as his hands slid down my arms slowly.
I just stared at him, shocked and lost for words.
He just gave me that charming smile as his forehead pressed against mine.
“We all want you Bee Sting. It’s just a matter of who wins.”
“I’m not some game,” I managed to say, my eyes locked onto those delicious blue orbs. Up close like this, they reminded me of a summer day with a clear blue sky.
“No, but you are the prize.”
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Glossary
Arvo - afternoon
Bogan - is Australian and New Zealand slang for a person whose speech, clothing, attitude and behaviour are considered unrefined or unsophisticated.
Bottle-o - Liquor store
Chippy - Carpenter
IGA - Grocery store
Fortnight - two weeks
Gumtree - either a tree or the Australian Craigslist
Kiwi - New Zealand origin person
Op Shop - Second-hand store that donates money raised to causes
Singlets - tank tops
Skippy - Australian Kangaroo show (popular and known)
Stubbies - bottles of beer
Thongs - flip-flops
Trackies - Tracksuit pants
Verandah - Porch
Woolies
/Woolworths - Grocery store