7. Orion
ORION
Once I’m sure he’s not watching me anymore, I slip back into another secret passage.
Rather than walking for fifteen minutes to get around the building, I pass in mere moments, popping out in front of the windows that show the entry of the university.
My hand rests against the glass as I search, and we’re high enough up that it takes me a moment before I find Sable still waiting in the pouring rain.
As I watch her, the few people around head to their classes.
There aren’t many reasons to be up here, and soon, it’s entirely empty.
She’s as soaked as she was in that picture, and I want to fuck her just like that, clothes stuck to every inch.
My cock throbs when I imagine the screams coming from the back of the car, but this time with her around my cock.
The closer I look, the more her image surprises me.
She’s not the same Sable I saw in the newspaper.
She’s curvier now, but strong. Her hips cut the most delicious shape as they swell and taper.
Every inch of her body screams sin, and I can’t wait for tonight.
Fog and gloom swell around her, making her look blonder.
Unprecedented desire grows like a vine as it wraps around my chest, shortening my breath.
My upcoming presentation pops into my mind.
I assumed this year's Offering would be the standard flat size two we normally play with. They’re beautiful, but nothing compared to Sable, whose curves will spill out of every inch of that dress.
She’s innocent and bitchy at the same time, a little toxic and explosive.
Lucky her, that’s just my type, and fuck, I can’t wait to put her on display for everyone.
That’s what turns me on more than anything else, people watching and now, Sable’s screams.
There isn’t a soul around but Sable and me, and a tether forms between us, convincing me she knows exactly what she’s doing standing there with that body.
She wouldn’t look like that if she didn’t want my attention, would she?
I’d like to blame my aching cock on being young and not having fucked in a while, but that doesn’t seem adequate to explain the insanity coursing through me.
I’ve jerked off to the thought of making my classmates watch me stroke my cock plenty of times, but when have I ever done it?
It’s just Sable and me .
My hand slides into my pants, and I pull out my cock.
The cold air kisses the tip, and I realize from the chill I’m already leaking for her.
When have I ever whipped it out and stroked myself just for a girl standing wet on the sidewalk?
Is this what she looked like climbing out of that river?
What I wouldn’t give to see her face death and come back.
Her father sank to the bottom, but she emerged as beautiful but even more twisted than when the car broke the water.
She’s making me insane. My brother is usually the voice of reason in my life, and maybe if he were here, I would stop, but he’s not, so I won’t stop until I get some relief.
Someone could possibly walk by, but all I can see is Sable as my hand moves up and down my shaft.
The cold castle air kisses my balls, making all of this more exciting.
I’ve been on edge ever since the car, and the memories of her screaming and panting fill my mind now.
My thumb rolls over the head of my cock, spreading the leaking precum, and nothing in the world has a chance of getting my attention.
My fingers twist around the base, and my eyes slide over her body as I envision fucking every hole and making her beg for my cum, parading her around in front of everyone. My perfect slut.
“Fuck,” I hiss in surprise as my balls draw up.
I can usually hold my load for a long time but not today.
Only a minute or so passes, and my orgasm builds in my stomach.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast, and embarrassment swells with a surge of anger.
With one soft grunt and a pulse of hot pleasure, I shoot three strips of hot cum all over the ancient stone floor.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I groan long and low as I empty. My body twitches, and my eyes fall closed. The whooshing sound of my own blood puts me momentarily in my own world, so I’m especially shocked to be pulled out of it by a shrill voice.
“Soren, what the fuck are you doing?” Arabella Aragona hisses, eyes darting between my stupefied face and my dripping cock like I’ve personally offended her.
She’s an extremely beautiful girl with black hair and eyes.
Every guy here has had a wet dream or two about her, but I’ve long outgrown my interest. The girl is simply nasty, and while it gets me off to bully the girls I fuck, I don’t particularly care for people who do it just because they’re bored.
“Probably should be able to tell us apart before you get territorial,” I say.
She takes a step back. “Orion.” Her eyes drop to my cock, and she stares a bit too long.
The embarrassment or disgust I might expect are entirely absent—even her anger fades before my eyes as she appraises me like a piece of meat.
I shove myself back in my pants, not worried about how I leak when she’s this close to me.
She stares down at my cum on the floor and licks her lips, but then her eyes lift to the window, realizing who I was watching for the first time.
“Who is she?” Her hard eyes watch Sable through the glass.
“Aren’t you dying to know?”
She obviously doesn’t recognize Sable from this far, but she knows it’s the Offering. The entire school has been holding its breath until her arrival, and they don’t even know how delicious this year is going to be.
“You don’t need to do that.” She shakes her head, turning to me with fire in her eyes once again.
“Oh, and what’s that supposed to mean?” I’m not dense, I know when a girl is offering to fuck me. It happens often enough, but if she’s going to make me an offer behind my brother's back, she’s going to have to spell it out for me.
“You’re a Rook. You don’t need to rub one out over some pathetic, broke loser. You and your brother don’t need anything from her. I’ll take care of you right now if you’re ready to go again.”
“And what does my brother think about that plan?” I ask, giving her a fake flirtatious smile.
If there’s one thing I know about Soren, it’s that he is never excited to share with me.
While it might piss him off, there’s no harm in seeing just how far his little hookup is willing to go with his own brother.
“What about him? We’re not exclusive, so he doesn't have to know.” She brushes off my concern, and from her expression, she’s sure she’s won. And why not think it’s an easy victory when Sable has me so desperate for her that I’m humiliating myself.
“Why?” I ask.
“Why what?” She cocks her head to the side.
“Try to fuck me when we’re identical?” I ask, letting my words land like the insult I mean them to be, but she doesn’t care.
She gives me an evil little smile. “Your dick is bigger. Why wouldn’t I want more?”
That does flatter me, but it’s not going to work. “Why did you say she’s broke?” I nod to the window, and she makes a face like she's tasted something nasty. Obviously, she hoped with her offer between us that I’d forget entirely about what’s mine and waiting. Not a chance.
“Every Offering is.” She shrugs.
“Not every Offering is Sable Briarwick.” Her name tastes sweet on my tongue, and it has its desired effect on Arabella. She jumps to the window now, looking at the girl left in the rain with even more anger in her eyes.
The anger dissipates quickly, and she forces out one of her fake laughs. “Especially her. My dad told me, and he knows what’s going on with the investigation of her dad. She’s fucked as far as he says, and why else would she be here if she wasn’t?”
It’s a good point, and I’m annoyed she’s the one to make it, even more when she’s talking about the goddess outside like dirt on her shoe.
However, it does explain why Sable is here to be this year’s Offering.
Still, I shouldn't take her word for it. Who knows if it’s true?
People lie all the time, and the media fabricates stories even more.
“Arabella?” I say, cocking my head to the side and infusing as much charm as I can into it.
“Orion?” she asks, leaning into me.
“Stay the fuck away from me. I’m not like my brother, and I’m not pathetic enough to want anything to do with you.”
Her mouth drops, and she makes an astonished sound. “Fuck you.”
“I already said no.”
She turns, visibly steaming as she walks away from me and down the hall.
Let’s hope she didn’t record me before she alerted me to her presence.
Despite the problems that would cause me, my cock twitches because the idea of all of them watching is more exciting than anything else.
Sable continues to stand alone, and an unfamiliar part of me wonders why Lex doesn’t hurry the hell up.