Atlas
There goes the sunrise, greeted with my dick in hand for the second time in a row, all thanks to the memory of her raspy moans. That sneaky little demon reduced me to . . . I don’t even know what to call it. A serial masturbator?
But she likes me, so I’m sure she’ll put an end to my suffering soon. Or I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.
Damn, that sounds exactly like what I’m currently doing.
I think a follow-up visit is due for tonight, and this time she’ll definitely be happy to see me.
We’ll have a nice chat about how our days went, she’ll offer to suck my dick, which I would be more than happy to allow, and then I’ll fuck her.
Too optimistic? Maybe a notch too much. But she likes me, and she’s unpredictable, so who knows.
I’m feeling lucky today!
I force myself to take a shower, letting the plans for Barry’s list, my classes, the upcoming gallery exhibition, and everything else, slither through thoughts of my Succubus.
Getting downstairs for breakfast, Carter is already grabbing coffee to-go. That’s his new habit. A month and a half ago, he started skipping our usual five-person mornings. Without his humor, the start of our days feels off, and lately, he’s barely offered any. It has to be torture for him, too.
“Art, stay for breakfast!” It’s a weak attempt, but worth a try.
“I have some stuff to take care of before classes. Maybe tomorrow.”
“This needs to stop!” Dean has never been known to be either subtle or delicate in anything he says, but to his credit, his words hit straight at the target.
“Dean, don’t! We’ll figure it out on our own,” Connor snaps, grabbing his jacket. “You stay, I’ll leave,” he tells his brother, shooting out the door before any of us can protest.
I knew their scheme of exchanging girls without their knowledge would bite them in the ass. And it did.
Carter didn’t want to share one in particular. Connor went behind his back. She found out, and now wants nothing to do with either. Problem is, Connor wants her too. But I bet it’s out of spite.
It all sounds bananas, and I hope one of them will step aside and stop chasing that girl, because we have a lot to discuss about the New York gallery, which is the first of many we’ll use to branch out.
“All set for next Monday in New York?” I ask.
“Meeting’s at 10. We should get there a day or two beforehand. I doubt we’ll have a problem with Romanoff,” Dean explains.
“We can always extort him. There’s plenty of dirt on him,” Link notes.
“Extortion should be a last resort. Reward works better long-term. No one likes a collar on his neck, unless it’s a golden one, so let’s try it the proper way first. We’ll have his file on us in case we need it. A ‘no’ is not an acceptable answer.”
Link checks his phone, and I get a sneak peek of blond hair on the screen.
“I have—” He jumps from the chair, trailing off for a moment, unable to finish that sentence. “I’ll catch you tonight.” He grabs his jacket, closing the door behind him before he’s finished the sentence.
I, too, take my sandwich and coffee to-go, so that I can catch Summer this morning, see if her disposition toward me has changed for the better since last night. It must have! After all, she thoroughly enjoyed my company.
Arriving at the Business School building, I scan the area for her.
I have her class schedule, but she’s a no-show this morning.
Sick? Traumatized is not an option I’ll entertain.
If she’s sick, maybe I should visit her sooner rather than later.
I can make her feel better in more ways than she can imagine.
I check her location on my phone, and the app has her on campus, heading for her dorm.
Following the dot to my little demon’s location, I spot her coming back from somewhere with a large paper bag in hand, a logo from a local hardware store on it.
Is she fixing her lamp? She doesn’t look sick or traumatized in any way.
In fact, she looks perfectly fine to me.
Jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, with her hair no longer restrained in a braid and no glasses either on that dollface.
I’m gloating on the inside because I’m the one who made her ditch her camouflage.
No point in hiding when she’s already found.
But my smugness is snuffed out by a stray thought—no one was hitting on her before, but now that will no longer be the case.
I’ll make sure everyone around knows she’s not to be even looked at, let alone hit on. Not until I’m done with her.
She walks into the building looking perfectly cheerful.
Should I follow her? Fuck, I want to so badly!
Fighting the scorching desire, I stay rooted to my spot, reminding myself I have work-related responsibilities.
If I pay her a visit now, I won’t be leaving her room anytime soon.
Better to save that for tonight, after I survive another class and deal with Barry’s list.
I have to keep up appearances because I can’t afford to fail here. It would mean I could no longer keep my distance from my father. And I can’t have that.
By the time night falls, my hands itch to be on Summer’s body so incessantly that they start to hurt.
That tree in front of her building is surprisingly comfortable to lean against while waiting for some time to pass after she’s turned off the lights. I glance around, checking if someone is stalking her . . . other than me, that is, but I spot no one.
Barely an hour. That’s how long I stay outside after her room is engulfed in darkness. I’m not a patient man in general.
Turning off my phone, I slip in through the back entrance of her building and head up the stairs to her dorm. I should’ve put a camera there, or asked Link to hack her laptop, but the old-fashioned way—an ear to her door—is so much fun.
Complete silence. Seems my sleeping beauty, who’s harder to wake up than someone sedated, has already passed out.
We’re going to have so much fun. Do I plan on restraining her again? Well, technically, it’s for her own good. She enjoys the things I do to her, even if she has a hard time admitting it. But maybe I won’t need to tie her down again. Maybe she might welcome me with open arms . . . and legs.
I slide the card and open her door, making sure to be as quiet as possible, though I’m sure if I came in with music blasting, she still wouldn’t wake up.
Last night, I called her name a dozen times, but it wasn’t until I was biting and playing with her that she was getting out of her deep slumber.
The idea of waking her up with a fuck is rooted deep in my mind, and I will be doing it eventually.
Not tonight, though. Tonight, I have other plans, like fucking her tits, for example.
The baby steps I take with her!
I pass her desk, heading for her bed by the window. There’s enough light from outside to see she’s wrapped herself in a blanket like a burrito.
Squatting beside the bed, I get the end of her cover, pulling it swiftly to the side.
Pillows?
“What the—”
I don’t get to finish the question when my words are cut by a hit to the back of my head. Sharp pain blurs my vision as I turn, but one thing is crystal clear—Summer, towering over me with a gorgeous smile on. I pass out with her words following me into the darkness.
“I’ve been expecting you, honey.”
Fuck me and my ‘I’m feeling lucky today’ optimism!