Lucy was vanilla, sweet, patient. But also strangely business-like and detached at times.
The next day, sure as clockwork, Desmond found himself pulled out of Baby with his cock hard in his jeans and the pillow covering his groin. Shaun was already ascending the stairs with Rebecca ambling behind.
“I'm going to close the library shelf shut after them, okay?” Lucy said as she rose from her chair. Barely coming around to his senses and remembering the strange agreement all four of them had come to the day before, Desmond was left to prop himself up on the Animus and nod his head dumbly as she followed them. He sat on the red chair, numb but for his throbbing member. This was all too weird. The playful flirting, the arched, suggestive eyebrow Lucy had raised earlier, her blushes at each of the incidents he had been through – all of them were developing into something, and that was strange. Stranger still was the fact that the strangeness of the situation was doing nothing to calm him and flush the arousal from his system. He had gone too long without release.
There was a rolling grind that echoed from the stairwell, followed by a final, dull bang and the sound of heavy wooden beams slotting together. Rebecca and Shaun were locked out. Lucy was taking the steps two at a time one side of the ramping. Desmond was about to get laid.
His palms sweated, clenched into tight fists on the surface of Baby's chair. His collar felt too tight. He wet his dry lips with a swipe of his tongue. He perched awkwardly on the Animus. Should he undress? Should he move off of the Animus? Should he touch her, or should he let her take control? What did they even have in the way of contraception? He swallowed thickly and drily. Lucy jogged into view.
She had re-tied her hair out of the way. It was messy. Thin wisps fell into her eyes and tangled in her eyelashes. She threw her brown jacket to the side. Desmond slid the pillow off of his groin as she walked towards him, hard boots echoing her footsteps off the stone floor.
“Er...” He started, and looked off to his side, searching for a place they could move to. Lucy sighed. Her eyes went to the ceiling. She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders. And then she leant forwards, over him, a smile curling her lips. She pressed her index finger to his lips.
“Shhhh...”
Desmond's teeth clacked together. She had changed in a second from Lucy into...Lucy.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” She asked, biting down on her lower lip and looking at him through her eyelashes. Her other hand found a place on his thigh, and then slipped in and up towards his erection. Desmond fought down a squawk at the movement and question. This was...wierd.
The Rotor {2.a/?}
Lucy was vanilla, sweet, patient. But also strangely business-like and detached at times.
The next day, sure as clockwork, Desmond found himself pulled out of Baby with his cock hard in his jeans and the pillow covering his groin. Shaun was already ascending the stairs with Rebecca ambling behind.
“I'm going to close the library shelf shut after them, okay?” Lucy said as she rose from her chair. Barely coming around to his senses and remembering the strange agreement all four of them had come to the day before, Desmond was left to prop himself up on the Animus and nod his head dumbly as she followed them. He sat on the red chair, numb but for his throbbing member. This was all too weird. The playful flirting, the arched, suggestive eyebrow Lucy had raised earlier, her blushes at each of the incidents he had been through – all of them were developing into something, and that was strange. Stranger still was the fact that the strangeness of the situation was doing nothing to calm him and flush the arousal from his system. He had gone too long without release.
There was a rolling grind that echoed from the stairwell, followed by a final, dull bang and the sound of heavy wooden beams slotting together. Rebecca and Shaun were locked out. Lucy was taking the steps two at a time one side of the ramping. Desmond was about to get laid.
His palms sweated, clenched into tight fists on the surface of Baby's chair. His collar felt too tight. He wet his dry lips with a swipe of his tongue. He perched awkwardly on the Animus. Should he undress? Should he move off of the Animus? Should he touch her, or should he let her take control? What did they even have in the way of contraception? He swallowed thickly and drily. Lucy jogged into view.
She had re-tied her hair out of the way. It was messy. Thin wisps fell into her eyes and tangled in her eyelashes. She threw her brown jacket to the side. Desmond slid the pillow off of his groin as she walked towards him, hard boots echoing her footsteps off the stone floor.
“Er...” He started, and looked off to his side, searching for a place they could move to. Lucy sighed. Her eyes went to the ceiling. She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders. And then she leant forwards, over him, a smile curling her lips. She pressed her index finger to his lips.
“Shhhh...”
Desmond's teeth clacked together. She had changed in a second from Lucy into...Lucy.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” She asked, biting down on her lower lip and looking at him through her eyelashes. Her other hand found a place on his thigh, and then slipped in and up towards his erection. Desmond fought down a squawk at the movement and question. This was...wierd.
“Lucy-”