She wants to corrupt him, But he is already corrupted, on everything her. Regina Vega moved go a new apartment, and the cafe she frequents, she finds a gem of a barista, one that quickly becomes her fantasy. Stephen Hosea Moore, the shy kid who man's the drip coffee has dark fantasies about his next door neighbour, fantasies he would never share with anyone. After all, they live in different worlds, worlds that would never collide. Not even if he watches her every night in her room, not even if she pictures him every time she touches herself. Their worlds are farther apart, than two apartments next door.
Lihat lebih banyakIt’s her again.
You would think seeing her last night, and again this morning would deter me from staring at her so much. Especially since she was in less clothes than she has on now. I look over at her, my hands making her fresh, drip coffee, she’s in a blue blouse that stretches over breasts–– I know how they look underneath the clothes, yet something about her in these clothes make me twitch.
“Shit!”
My eyes widen in fear and shock, her eyes had been on her phone when she stretched out her hand to accept the hot beverage from me, only skin brushing for less than a second, her smooth skin on mine, making my brain go into overdrive and I spilled the liquid on the same hands that gripped the sheets around her tightly last night, as she waited for an orgasm that never came.
We both went to bed frustrated. That’s how I knew she was getting macrons with her coffee today instead of cake.
“I’m so sorry.” I murmur, helping her with tissues.
My ears burn with embarrassment as other patrons turn to look at us, me rather, the ones in line wouldn’t want drip coffee this morning.
“It got on my blouse too.”
Her voice is soft and warm, laced with frustration, I bite my lip, trying to ficus on the situation before my manager would barge in. Yet, my body reacts strongly to her voice, I never heard it before, she usually placed her order on the app, and wait to collect it.
She mutters something before turning around and walking in the direction of the ladies room, I couldn’t stand there and watch, so I ask someone to cover for me before I hurry after her. She had already slipped inside when I get to the door, and it is the female washroom after all. I bite my lip again, looking left and right, making sure nobody would see me, then I place the hazard sign in front and slip inside.
“What are you doing in here??!” she asks in horror when she sees me.
All of my words disappear into my throat. She had taken off her shirt… I had seen them before, yet nothing compares to seeing them right now, so close.. so beautiful.. the skin is as milky as the rest of her, smooth and soft too, I imagine touching them, like I have down for the past two weeks.
“Stephen?!”
That gets my attention. Many times I imagine she called my name, but she has never known my name.
“I read it off your name tag.” She explains, running a frustrated hand through her hair. The movement pulls me back in, and I cannot help myself, I have to turn around. Why isn’t she hiding herself from me? She is too frustrated to know? I turn around then. The only gentleman act in me.
She gasps, I assume she now realizes she was semi naked in front of a man she only knows as her server.
“I will pay for the dry cleaning, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean..”
“That’s not the only thing you have to pay for.”
I blink, still facing the other side of the female washroom, which I shouldn’t have entered in the first place, what if she wasn’t the only one in here? I don’t really think when it came to Regina Vega, I haven’t thought in weeks where she was concerned.
“The coffee? I will pay for that too..” Drip coffee is expensive, but the owner, Fred, lets us have a cup or two for free per month, I haven’t had drip coffee yet or my coffee for the month.
“Not that. You got a good look at my chest just now, didn’t you? I need to do the same.”
This time I whirl around. My face is flaming from embarrassment. She has the blouse placed on her chest, hiding them from my view. I hide my disappointment.
My eyes cast to my feet, and I fix my glasses that almost slip from my face. Pressing my lips together, i try not to panic, trying to understand her words, surely she isn’t asking to see my chest… and from the set look in her eyes, she isn’t going to change her mind.
“Well? Mr. Stephen, we haven’t got all day.”
There are a plethora of things she doesn’t know about me. Here’s one, nobody has seen my chest, not even at the pool, since I don’t go.. and nobody has asked to see them either. Nobody does when all you do is stay at home.
Slowly, I reach out, my fingers hesitating more than once, to unbutton the standard shirt for the estate’s coffee place. White shirt, green collar, plain, with the name of the establishment crested on the side.
“I never really have time to work out.” I murmur, keeping my eyes on the tiles and swallowing.
She makes an impatient sound at the back of her throat, I still don’t look at her face, the tips of my ears are burning, I can feel it.
This is a moment I should feel proud of, she asked to see my chest, even if it’s only because I saw her’s first. It’s a giant leap from virgin, yet I feel like I should have something more to give.
The last button is at the top, since I worked from the bottom, my finger hovers above it for a few seconds too long, because she helps undo the button, and pulls the shirt away from my body.
I shut my eyes immediately.
“You lied.” she says, a little breathless.
I peel one eye open, and while the scene looks like a dream in front of me, it is real. She is shorter than I am, standing so close to me that my heart starts beating furiously. Her eyes are glued on my chest. I try to cross my legs so she doesn’t know how hard I am right now.
She looks like she is cataloging what she is seeing in front of her, I know there’s nothing to see. Since I know how muscular the guys she brings back home are, they look like they eat muscles for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“You are just the perfect size actually.”
That snags my attention and I look down to what she is seeing. I do work out, only a little, since I have little to nothing to do on my off days. Nothing too rigorous..
“Perfect size?” I echo.
She rolls her eyes and pulls my shirt back to my body, taking a step back and letting me breathe, yet I am disappointed that it ended too quickly, I want to point out that I stared much longer than that, however, I know how that sounds, so I keep mute.
“Give me your shirt.” she says flippantly.
My eyes bulge from her request. She rolls her eyes again.
“You said you were going to pay for dry cleaning, do it, and bring it to me later, I can’t wait around for it, I have a really important meeting I cannot miss.”
I don’t see how she is going to pair this ugly shirt and her beautiful, and elegant black pants, but I move to take it off. She puts out her hand and stops me.
“Not this one, surely you wore something else, you couldn’t have come in this.” she looks at the shirt like the atrocity it is.
I nod, I wore a hoodie, not sure it would par well with the pants, but it is definitely better than this shirt I am wearing.
“Wait right here.” I tell her before bolting out of the washroom and into the changing room, my locker is in front, something I have always hated since people love to converse right in front of it when I have to change and I can’t say anything.
Now I am grateful, picking up the hoodie, I notice I am excited. Maybe because the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, the most confident, with a body that makes my body shake with orgasm after orgasm, is going to be wearing my hoodie.
“I am going to have lunch at Huddlestones, you know Huddlestones?” she asks, lifting her hair up to wear the hoodie she murmured not bad for when I brought it. It’s only a gray hoodie, nothing too much.
I nod, too excited to speak, she is wearing the clothes I wore this morning, just few hours ago, I should have put more thought into picking it out. Yet, it looks good on her, it’s big sure, her boobs are still peaking, yet the curve of her waist is hidden. She makes anything look good.
She puts the shirt in my hands.
“Two o’clock, don’t be late, and don’t wear that shirt.”
I let out a squeal, bringing my hand to my mouth doesn’t even help.Lara pulls her earbuds away from her ears, her horror stricken face stares back at me, then she looks around her at the airport, like the bleary eyed passengers hurrying towards their planes, or away from them were listening to our conversation. “That good huh?” she sighs,Another squeal tears out of me, my legs high in the air, hands flailing everywhere. “I literally cannot explain it. It was better than anything I ever had with anyone. I might have exploded over twenty times. Very fucking epic.” I tell her, yet it doesn’t capture it fully, everything I experienced. I doubt anything could be compared to the feeling. I can’t even properly articulate it yet.“Wow, I don’t believe he is real.” she chuckles, dragging her suitcase with one hand, no Kolin in sight. “What happened with Kolin?”She groans, “Don’t remind me. He had one of his narcissistic melt downs, I swear if he wasn’t such a genius, not even a fly wou
“You’re glowing.” Thea notes after doing a double take upon my entrance.I feel myself redden under her narrow eyed scrutiny. I blink, pushing up my glasses, and waiting till she was satisfied with watching me under a microscope. “You slept with her!”Now I turn a full blown tomato. She gasps, taking a step back, hands covering her mouth as she stares at me with wide eyes. I wear the mart’s jacket over my own clothes, avoiding eye contact and sitting at the computer, fingers already working, trying to find an order that had already been placed. “I knew it would happen after seeing what I saw this afternoon, but I hadn’t known it would be this fast. You dirty dog!” she chuckles, slapping my arm playfully. That was this afternoon? With everything that happened, I can’t tell which was yesterday, and which is today. And all my body remembers is her touch, still tingling from them. In the shower it had been awkward at first, then it got weird.My eyes fought so hard to look away, at t
I expected to lead most of it. Since, I am more experienced in this field than he is.That is not the case, and fuck I am glad it isn’t. His hands hold on to my waist from below, and he pushes himself inside me, all the while keeping eye contact. His brows scrunch up in concentration, nose wrinkled in the cutest frown I have ever seen. It’s a fucking turn on the way he does it. “Hosea.” I gasp, it seems it’s the only word I can manage.His eyes search mine. I have never felt this way before. Not the swirling feeling at the pit of my stomach, which I think is because he is filling me the fuck up. Gritting my teeth, taking him in, all of him.“You’re so fucking big.” I moan.“I love it when your nose does that thing.” he rasps.There’s no part of me that wants to know what it looks like, but every fibre of my being wants to know what it did to him. I let out a strangled cry of pleasure. His eyes immediately wide, hands on my hips, ready to lift me off, I place my hands on his,
Her words undo something inside me.Fear of hurting her pushed to the very back of my mind, the present taking over. I am feeling so many emotions at this moment, it’s like there’s a hum underneath my skin and it only gets louder.Above me, Regina is a mess, her hair is sticking all over the place, face flushed, breasts perky as they rose and fell with heavy breathing. Absolutely breath taking.She doesn’t look away from me. Hey eyes shiny with lust, lower lip tucked into her mouth, fingers gripping the bed sheets like her life depended on it. “Fuck, when you look at me like that.” I groan,Her breath hitches, a small beautiful sound slipping past her lips, it only encourages my fingers. Rubbing between her slit, slowly at first, the warm, wet feeling against my fingers, even as she spat out more of her juices. I can’t stop myself. My other hand slides against her sides.From the swell of her hips, up to her slim waist, I kiss the matching tattoo on her side, and continue
“You’re not sleeping with me because I bought you a few textbooks.” he murmurs, face and ears red. He clears his throat nosily, pinching his nose as he does, an action I have come to relate with him being extra shy. Cute.“Who said it was because you got my textbooks?”He says nothing, just looking around, eyes jumping to every surface except my face. I sigh, dropping the books and close the distance between us.His mouth parts slightly, a small gasp slips through his lips.I can’t hold myself back anymore. My hands go around his neck, I drag my mouth to his, a gentle press as if seeking his permission. His mouth opens, welcoming mine. A slow dance, mouths melting against each other.His hands come up to my sides, holding my hip in place. I shift even closer to his body, feeling the bulge in his pants. Heat crawls up my spine just feeling it.Slowly, as our mouths slides against the other, I rub his hard on with my body. The bottom of my stomach stirs. I need him. I need him to t
The very first time I saw someone got attacked by a kissed, it happened to me.It all happened very fast. One second she was standing, an unreadable expression on her face. And the next, she was on me, kissing me.Violently.Thea gasps from beside me, but it’s distant, like a sound underwater. All I can focus on is the way this girl crashes into me, pining me into the sofa like a force of nature. My hands instinctively find her waist, gripping hard. The kiss is anything but sweet, it’s rough, like she is trying to prove something with every drag of her lips, every clash of our teeth. I flip her, forcing her under me, our positions reversed in one breathless move. My tongue plunges into her mouth, claiming, tasting, pulling a sharp sound from her throat.Her hands slide up beneath my shirt, fingers dragging over bare skin, and heavens, every place she touches ignites like she’s drawing fire on me.And then she pulls away.We stare at each other, panting, lips bruised and kissed raw
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