The Taunting (College Life #1)

Playing hard to get will always triumph

I lean down, letting the crease of my boobs show, and take a long and loud slurp of my soup. The broth hits my tongue, sending tingles to my taste buds. Next, I take another slurp, but this time, I let the broth trickle down my chin.

"Oops," I say shocked. I lick it up with my tongue, slow and sultry. I hear Andreas's groan come across the table, his hand tightens on his spoon, if he squeezes any tighter, he might bend it.

To top the cake, I make the broth drip down my smooth skin, flowing down the crease in my boobs. This takes him over the edge, he readjusts in his chair, I don't see his hands. He wouldn't- no- would he? He did fuck a girl in front of me, nothings off limits with this guy. I let it drop down and down and down until it's nowhere to be seen. I smile.

His eyes are glued to me. "Hey, Andreas." Doug taps his arm, trying to pry his eyes away from me. "What are you looking at?"

He tears his attention away from me to a concerned Doug, "Nothing, dude."

Doug snickers, "Yeah, right. You were looking at whatever you were looking at with passion. Tell me." I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to burst out in laughter. He notices this.

"I was glancing at the painting behind Elizabeth." I turn around, shocking, there's a painting behind me. Why did I never notice that? It's a painting of a meadow with various flowers, I don't know the names of, flowing in the imaginary wind. A blue house is in the distance, gloomy clouds linger over it. In the center, a naked woman with huge breasts lays in the meadow.

"Wait, didn't you get that from the one girl. What was her name, Linda? Leonie. It was something weird." He ponders on this.

"Larry, her name was Larry." I choke on my water, they both notice me, hell the whole table does. "We've got a problem, Elizabeth?" My name slips off his tongue so smoothly.

"No, just the fact that you fucked a girl named Larry. Did you scream her name when you were knee-deep inside of her?" Everyone at the table chuckles under their breath.

"When was the last time a guy was knee-deep inside of you?" My eyes widen, but I don't show or give him a reaction beyond that. All eyes are on me, wondering if I'll answer the question. "It must be a long time, with how stiff your walk is."

My jaw tightens, distaste laces my eyes, "You wish it was you?"

"No." Was his only answer.

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While everyone leaves the kitchen, I decided to clean up and wash the dishes. The only person that decided to stay behind was Andreas. He sits at the island as I bring the dishes to the sink, not even bothering to help.

I swiftly turn around, "Are you just going to sit there as I lumber all these dishes to the sink?" I ask.

"I like seeing you work." A sexy smile looms on his face as his eyes trace every part of my body. I suck in a breath and turn towards the sink.

"Just- leave me alone so I can wash the dishes." I wave a dismissing hand.

"I know what you were trying to do at the table, it won't work." He says all of a sudden.

"I don't know what you're talking about." My voice comes out innocent, but a base of recognition is underneath. I turn on the hot water, filling up the sink as I pile in the dishes. The dishwasher is on the fritz, so handwashing it is.

"Elizabeth." He snarls. I can hear the stool he was sitting in scoot back; heavy footsteps walk up behind me. His breath fans one of my curls, his pine smell fills my nose. "Because of you, I have a hard-on."