13
CELINE
Elias lumbers into my small dorm room, filling so much space, I don't know what to do with myself. I smell funky, and my pussy is so amped up by last night and his proximity that it has its own heartbeat.
Jeez.
I need to work on my grade but doing it with Elias under these circumstances is torture.
"Can I get you a coffee and some breakfast? I have cereal."
"Sure." He glances around my room.
"You can sit here. I'll fix it, and then I'll take a quick shower."
He moves toward the chair at my desk, passing me closely. "Don't shower on my behalf. You smell good."
"I stink of sex."
"Exactly."
I screw up my nose, and Elias chuckles darkly. "You smell like the best kind of fucking, Celine. No dude worth anything is going to find that smell off-putting. Shit, it's practically making me woozy."
"Men are gross." I stomp to the shared kitchenette to fix my guest an instant coffee and a bowl of muesli. He'd probably prefer something sugary, but I don't have any kiddy cereal.
Back in my room, he takes my offerings gratefully, looking at me with low-lidded eyes that tell me he'd rather eat me than the food. Before he has a chance to touch me, I disappear into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Mr. Horndog out there would probably follow me in if he got half the chance, and although the idea of a naked and wet Elias pinning me to the tiled wall is delicious enough to bring saliva to my mouth, I have to restrain myself.
I smother myself in strawberry body wash and scrub my face. When I've dried my skin, I apply thick strawberry body butter and spritz my face with rose water. Then I realize I've forgotten to bring fresh clothes into the bathroom.
Jeez.
My towel is small and barely covers my ass. When I open the door, Elias has finished his breakfast and is resting against my chair with his arms folded and his legs spread wide. When he sees me, his tongue darts out to moisten his lips.
"Are you trying to kill me, Celine?"
"You're too big. I could never hide your body." Laugh sputters out of him as I rummage in my dresser for some clean panties and a matching bra. I haven't done my laundry for two weeks, so all that's left is plain white cotton underwear and a black lacy bra. It's not exactly an alluring combination, which is good because I don't need Elias to get ideas.
In reality, he wouldn't care if I was wearing a plastic bag. In fact, he'd probably like it. Easier to remove.
I find a shirt and a pair of jeans and set off in the direction of the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" His voice rumbles with a smile present.
"To get dressed."
"Celine, I've seen up inside your pussy, and you're acting shy?"
I swivel to face him and roll my eyes. "It's not classy to beg for a free porn show."
Elias reaches his arms up and rests his head in his palms, pressing back so his back cracks. I saw a documentary about body language once, and he's put himself in a classic dominant pose, displaying everything he's got going on.
"This already feels like the start of a stepbrother-stepsister porno. The next thing you're going to say is that you're short of money, and you'll give me a blowjob for fifty dollars."
My mouth gapes with surprise and disgust. "You seriously watch that?"
Shrugging, he switches his position, resting his forearms on his knees and leaning forward. There is wickedness in the gleam of his eyes and the quick flash of a smile on his lips.
"What do you think?"
"I think you're annoying, Elias."
"But you like it, don't you, Celine? So what does that say about you?"
Sparks fly between us because he's right. I like that he pushes boundaries. I like that his confidence rumbles off him like the after-effects of an earthquake. Everything from his bigness to his dark hair and slow, purposeful movements makes me hot.
"Fine." Tossing my clothes onto my bed, I drop my towel to the floor. I don't bother looking in Elias's direction and focus instead on the corner of my room as I tug up my panties and hook my bra together. Once my shirt and jeans are on, I stomp over to my desk. "I'll get my books, and you can tell me where we should start."
I don't reach my bookshelf before Elias's big arm scoops me around the waist and tugs me onto his knee. I swat at him, annoyed, and when he tries to kiss me, I press both my hands to his chest and shove him back.
"I don't think so."
His cock is an iron bar beneath my butt, and wriggling against it only seems to make it bigger.
He presses his face into my neck and inhales. "Jesus, you smell good. Like strawberry pop tarts."
"Are you seriously comparing me to sugary, plastic breakfast food?"
He laughs, and it feels like it comes from somewhere deep inside him that he doesn't show very often. His hand slides up my side and cups my breast. "Nothing plastic about you."
I stifle a smile as my whole body flushes hot with arousal.
This shouldn't feel good. Elias is an arrogant douche who finds joy in pushing my buttons. Still, I can't help enjoying his metaphorical and literal button-pushing.
I take his hand from my boob and rest it on my thigh. "I need to study."
He takes an exaggerated breath and blows it out like an enraged bull, but he's smiling at the same time.
"You could have this…" He thrusts upwards to let me feel his boner. "But you want this." He taps the side of his head.
"Both would be nice, but this first." I touch his temple, and he snatches a kiss, then taps my ass, urging me to get up.
"Get your books, Celine. My cock won't wait forever."