Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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"I want to watch you finger fuck yourself in that chair then I'm going to fuck you right here on this table." His voice is low, gravely, like sandpaper. But the husky words send an intense lightning bolt down my spine and instantly my nipples chafe against my bra.
My tongue curls in my mouth, when I can't believe I've just heard the words that's come from his.
His darkened eyes watch me, a smile or maybe a devilish joke playing behind them as I remain speechless.
He cocks his head to the side then he urges on, "C'mon, don't tell me you're all talk."
I'm not. It's happening. I'm just completely flabbergasted that he's wanting to fuck me in the open when last night the counter was too risque for him.
The silence builds between us and he cocks his head to the other direction and shuts my laptop with one jerk of his palm then folds his hands over the desk utop the open books. "Put your hand down your skirt." He commands. Slowly deeply, quietly.
My mouth has gone desert dry, while the space between my legs has gone insane with flutters. Leaning back, I take one last glance around the large room then unbutton and unzip the jean skirt. My eyes connect back to him and I see his haven't moved from watching my eyes.
I fit my hand between the stiff fabric of the skirt and the fishnet stalkings, feeling the heat under the pad of my middle finger. "Good girl, now rub your clit."
I look around again, my heart racing, afraid of someone coming up the stairs but do as I'm told and slowly rub myself.
The only movement he makes is to lean back, his dark heady eyes never once blinking away from my intense gaze.
Every pass I make on myself, the more I find I'm becoming less worried about getting caught and more damp in my panties. My finger moves quicker and my breaths expand further out, pulling the fabric of my shirt tight across my chest.
"Do you fuck yourself a lot?" He coaxes, his hot gaze and rough voice prompting me to dive my hand under the fabric of the stalkings and my underwear. The liquid heat coats my finger and I shake my head 'no' and dip my finger into my entrance.
This time, I can't help but moan a breath and this time his eyes drop but is unable to see anything beyond the table, "I didn't say to fuck yourself yet."
Um, wow.
Instantly, I draw my finger back out and return it to my clit tracing the hot wetness around.
My center throbs and seeps into my panties from the denial of touch so I clamp my legs tight on my hand, trying to get some sort of reprieve from the ache.
"You can ask, Penny."
I'm breathless, but I manage to speak out, "Ask what?"
