Introduction
Hello, my darlings!
I had originally posted this story in Wattpad a few years ago under the name "belladonna." I never completed it and when I posted it yesterday, some readers were looking forward to the rest.
Unfortunately, Wattpad removed it because it violated their guidelines, even though I didn't actually write out any smut.
I agree that the story is mostly for smut writing practice but I was planning on having some form of plot. I can't just write smut without some romance, lmao. Anyway, I included a more detailed snippet below in case people are interested in what's coming and want to add it to their libraries.
Just returning to my roots xx
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“Three fingers,” Mateo drawls, disturbing the peaceful silence between us.
I turn to him, raising a confused eyebrow. “What?”
He leans over, the corner of his lip turning up in an almost teasing, devious smile. “I bet I can make you cum with just three fingers.”
Immediately, I feel my ears going hot. My cheeks feel like they’re about to melt off but my pride is bigger than my embarrassment. I refuse to let him know how affected I am by his audacity.
I turn back to the TV, hoping that my face gives nothing away. I roll my eyes and sigh, trying to make my voice stay steady. “That’s a really sad offer, DuPont.”
He laughs. He actuallylaughs.
It makes my blush turn an even darker colour but I’m not one to back down.
“I thought I was being gentlemanly.”
The episode goes to commercial and the room brightens. It lights up his face and the way he shifts on the couch draws my gaze down to his legs.
He’s wearing black sweatpants with the golden logo of the university’s swim team. He has a green throw blanket draped over his shoulders, covering most of his lap and when he notices my eyes roving over his body, he moves again.
His grin widens and if possible, makes him look like the Cheshire cat. A sexy one.
“No seas ridículo,” I sigh, turning back to the TV. The commercial changes from a miracle drug promising all kinds of deaths to a sleek car being driven through a desert.Don’t be ridiculous.
“Come on,” he says, his tone still a low timbre that makes something in my stomach flip. “I heard you and Sasha talking. I’d be more than happy to help you with your…problem.”
His green eyes go from my eyes to my mouth. They pause there, probably imagining all the filthy things he could do to them and then move to my neck.
I try not to shiver under the intensity of his gaze as he practically devours me with a look. I’m not really the type to be embarrassed or annoyed when a guy looks at me and makes it obvious that he’s interested. At least not the hot ones but Mateo makes it feel more sexual than it should be.
We’re both fully dressed but with the way his eyes keep devouring me, you’d think that I’d be wearing a hot bikini.
To his credit, it’s not a totally sleazy look. He’sadmiringand letting those flashes of lust peek through a little more obvious than the guys I was used to.
“I’m not interested.” I sound a little more irritated than I really am.
I mean, yeah, Iaminterested in an orgasm. I’m pretty sure that it’s the only thing that would get me through this week of hell but I don’t want an orgasm fromhim.
He let me down sophomore yearandtook the credit when he didn’t do a single thing for our project. Why should I set myself up to that kind of disappointment again?
Before he could say anything else, I turn to face him, my expression twisting into a frown. “And, really? Three fingers?”
The smile he flashes me is dazzling. The corner of his eyes crinkle and he tilts his head like a cute, clueless puppy.
“It’s sad you need that many,” I mutter.
And that makes him laugh even harder.
My eye twitches a little. Him finding my comments funny just infuriates me a little more. Am I a damn comedian?
“Would you prefer my tongue?”
The thing that makes the situation even more frustrating is that he really doesn’t sound desperate. He’s amused by my predicament and the way his eyes twinkle, I can tell that he’s not bothered or being serious.
Mateo runs a hand through his dark hair, pulling the loose curls into a mess that shouldn’t have looked that hot. He darts his tongue out, running it over his bottom lip and keeps his eyes locked to mine.
The little fucker is testing me.
“I’d prefer not to be disappointed,” I reply. “Your track record isn’t the best.”
His brows furrow. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Not from one of your conquests, sangano. I’m not getting in your bed just to do all the work again.”
Before he could answer, Sasha walked into the living room. Theo and Lizzy trailed in behind her with snacks and drinks. They placed them on the centrepiece table and started handing out what we asked for.
I took the cherry and Mountain Dew slushy and immediately brought it to my mouth, ignoring the way Mateo watched me drink it. “Thanks, Sash. I was dying for one of these.”
“You’re welcome,” she replies, scooting in next to me. “I’m happy to not be the only one drinking a slushy in fall.”
“Because it’s weird,” Theo hands her the bag of chips and smiles when she holds her middle finger up at him.
“It’s a Caribbean baddie thing,” Sasha pulls her feet up on the couch, tucking them under her butt as she leans in closer to me to give Theo space. “Don’t be jealous.”
Andrew closed the door behind him and shivered when he walked into the living room. “It’s fucking cold out.”
“Exactly!” Theo said, resting his arm on the back of the couch so that Sasha could cuddle into his side. “And these two weirdos want to be drinking slushies.”
“If you want your dick sucked tonight, you’re going to stop making fun of my fall drink, T,” Sasha warned with a look that shut him up.
Lizzy greeted Andrew with a kiss and they settled on the other couch. A bowl of chips was passed back and forth down the line and the guys talked quietly about the exam coming up while the commercials played.
I tried not to pay any attention to how single they all made me feel. Andrew rubbed circles down Lizzy’s back and she leaned into him like a content kitty. She pulled her red hair into a braid and then undid it to keep doing it again.
Next to me, Sasha kept her arm close to my side but turned her body to face Theo. He squeezed her shoulder as he talked to Andrew and she fed him Dorito chips.
I appreciated her trying to include me by feeding me too but being surrounded by them just reminded me of my failed orgasm. Of course the batteries had to die just when I needed them the most.
This freaking quantitative exam was going to kick my ass. I didn’t have time to study the material and I could memorise the entire textbook and Dr. Hughes would still find a way to include content that we didn’t discuss in class.
I hated him. His exams were the worse and his rating in Rate My Professor was abysmal. But ofcoursehe was the only one that taught the class so I was fucked.
And, really, if I could just focus a little bit, I’d probably get a high C. I just couldn’t bring myself to open my notebook and read over the course.
Nothing made sense when I wasthisstressed. It’swhyI needed the orgasm. Preferably orgasmsbut I wasn’t going to be too picky. B.O.B. justhadto stop working and PinkCherry was having a great sale but it wasn’t going to arrive in time and I refused to pay for expedited shipping.
I was desperate but notthatdesperate. When I reached the levels of desperation that led me to taking up Mateo on his offer, then I’d pay the $15 of shipping.
For now, I’d wallow in my misery and lack of partnership.
I didn’t want a relationship. That was time consuming and I really didn’t have time to spare. I was open to a one-night stand but that didn’t guarantee an orgasm. Besides, I didn’t want to catch something and I didn’t know many guys that would take an STI test before agreeing to having sex once.
It’s all I needed. Just one time with a full-body orgasm that would leave me brand new.
But in order to get that, I’d have to go back on Tinder and the options were downright horrible. Why couldn’t guys hold a decent conversation without making me feel icky about myself?
Sure I wanted to have sex but I didn’t want to be treated like a sex doll. I didn’t need the guy to give me after-care but basic decency was not common in dating apps.
The episode of Criminal Minds resumed before I could spiral deeper into my thoughts and I sipped my drinks, trying to get my mind off the exam and my lack of orgasms.
