carmen
I slammed my body onto the bed, spreading my arms and legs into an eagle-like position. I can't do this.
Accounting was going to be the death of me.
"I'm going out." Maikel barged in and I noticed the lack of stubble on his face.
"Where?"
"Beach with friends." He spoke and I took a quick glance at his attire. Not something you would wear to the beach.
"Really? Wearing that?" Guess I wasn't the only crap liar in the family.
He faltered, looking down at his outfit. "I've obviously got my shorts underneath, Carmen. Jeez, I'm not gonna strip for my sister if that's what you're hinting at. Stop being such a creep. 'Kay, bye." Kai practically ran out of the room, not letting me speak.
"What a weirdo." I mumbled, burying my head in the textbooks again.
Not even five minutes went by before I got stuck on another question and I officially gave up, shutting all of my books and resisting the strong temptation to rip them all apart.
I grabbed my phone and messaged the first person I thought of.
Me: are you free??
Stalker: For you, yes.
Me: come round
Stalker: I'll be there in half an hour.
Wasting no time, I dropped my phone and clothes and scrambled into the shower; turning the dial so it would stream burning hot water. Half an hour was enough time to have a shower, right?
My hair was tangled and curly, but he wouldn't mind that I assume. I needed to prioritise here. Grabbing the loofah and strawberry body wash I know he likes, I lathered it all over my body- scrubbing so hard my skin began to form red blotches.
I repeated it once more to make sure I was extra clean then grabbed my razor, generally shaving over any areas that I might have missed the last time.
Somewhere along the line, my limit of fifteen minutes turned into forty five minutes and Damian had been chucked out of the window until I heard movement outside the bathroom, my pulse now racing. I turned the dial down, wrapping a fresh towel around my body and unlocking the door, peeping my head out.
Damian lied on my bed, on his phone as he used his spare hand to block the sunlight from ruining his vision. "You scared me." I gasped, closing the curtains.
"Who else would be in your fucking room?" He pointed out the obvious, staring at the big wolf I named Husky. "And why is it staring at me?"
"It has a name. He's called Husky. And I didn't think you would just walk in without telling me." I got a pair of sweats and one of Damian's shirts out from the drawer.
"You were taking too long. Then I remembered I had a key."
"I really need to take that off you. Now, close your eyes while I change."
Damian raised a brow. "You're shitting me, right?"
"No." Did he not hear what I said? "I'm being serious."
He sat up straight, clearing his throat. "You're telling me." He paused. "That I have to close my eyes."
"Yes." I nodded.
"You weird me out sometimes." I grabbed a pillow from my desk chair and lodged it at him, hitting his head. "Ow, okay! I'm closing them."
"Good." I smiled and turned round, about to drop my towel when a sliver of doubt kicked in. "Maybe I should change in the bathroom." It's not that I didn't want him to see me, I wasn't exactly sure what it was. Maybe, I was just afraid of it being awkward between us. I mean, him watching me change in silence wasn't really the best situation.
"I wasn't even looking!" He complained, and I shut the door to drown it out. Quickly changing into my clothes, I hung my towel up on the rack and walked back in, jumping onto the bed and landing on Damian's body. He didn't even flinch.
"How did that not hurt?" I asked, straddling his waist.
"Because, I'm Superman." Damian flexed, lifting his shirt and pointing to his rock hard abs.
"You're so cocky." I rolled over so I was now on the bed and next to him.
He turned to his side, kissing my nose. "Only because I have the dick to back it up." I placed my hand on his chest, stopping any further movements.
"Can you not go five minutes without talking about your dick?"
"If I have the goods, of course I'm going to flaunt it. Not everyone's as blessed as me, angel." His soft lips touched mine and I slid my hand under his head, arching my back to gain more friction against his body. What was supposed to be a quick kiss developed into minutes, and the sound of our lips connecting made my lower half throb.
"Wait." I breathed out, pulling back.
He groaned and shut his eyes. "Don't tell me you're gonna leave me with blue balls."
"I don't know what that phrase means and I don't think I want to. But, I have priorities. Not that you're not a priority, you are. I just need to study for the Accounting test." I slid out from under his hold much to his protest, and gathered my textbooks again. "Which reminds me, shouldn't you also be studying?"
"I don't need to, I'm just gonna wing it."
"But if you have to repeat the class again next year, you might not be able to graduate." I had almost forgotten Damian was graduating next year.
He took one of my books and flipped through the pages, cringing at the bright highlighting. "I didn't fail the class last year because I was shit at it. I failed because I never actually bothered to turn up. But now, thanks to you, I'm passing and understanding all the material."
"See? Me dragging you along to class does have its benefits. But, I wish I could relate. Second year Accounting is hard and I don't know what to do. So, I'm going to study until I memorize everything."
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" He complained like a five year old child.
I shrugged, placing my glasses over my nose. "I don't know, maybe learn how to cook finally?"
"Says the one that likes cold fucking pizza."
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"I'm dropping out of college!" I declared my announcement out loud, gaining Damian's attention from whatever movie he was watching on my laptop.
"Stop being overly dramatic. You would never do that." He grumbled, shutting the screen.
"You're right, I wouldn't. But, I want to." I face planted into the comforter and groaned, not feeling any better when Damian strokes any stray hairs on my head.
"I have an idea." He suggested, eyes lighting up.
"Anything. I'll do anything at this point."
He rose from the bed and stood right at the edge, pointing. "Sit on the edge of the bed, with your legs hanging off the frame."
"What are you trying to do?"
"Stop arguing and do it." Damian demanded again and eventually, I did what he asked. If it helps me to get the information to stick in my brain, I'll do it.
My legs were dangling off and I eyed him with caution as he slowly dropped down to his knees, holding my knees apart with his firm hands. "It's a game...of some sorts."
"Continue." I narrowed my eyes on him.
"I'll ask you a question. You get the answer right, you get a reward. Get all of them right, and you get to come." He smirked, and his face reached nearer to my core.
"Damian. You're sure this is going to help?" Getting eaten out by him does sound like a great stress reliever, but all my mind could focus on was the upcoming test.
"You trust me?"
My mind flashes back to the last time he told me that, and I immediately said no. I guess things are really different now. "Yes."
Using my elbows to keep myself stabilized, I gave up on that when Damian slowly removed my underwear, tracing my pussy with his finger. It was no surprise that I was already wet, since Damian could just breathe and I'd get turned on. My head touched the mattress and I sucked in a sharp breath when he licked my folds, twisting his tongue in ways I couldn't even fathom.
"First question." He spoke, letting his tongue dip deeper inside in between the pause. "Three main types of accounts?"
My mind couldn't think straight but if I didn't get it right, I wouldn't get my reward. "Real, nominal and..." A moan slipped out of me when he sucked on my clit lightly, giving me a small taster. "Personal."
"Good girl, see, you can do it." He took my clit into his mouth again, but sucked harder this time, making my body jerk forward in response.
"Damian."
"What's the abbreviation for debit and credit?" He asked, letting the tip of his nose touch my center, but not his lips. What a tease.
"Dr and Cr." That question wasn't too bad. He hummed in response and latched his mouth onto my sore spot, fingers now massaging the skin around it. I moaned, letting my legs spread even more which granted him more access.
It'd only been a minute or two but already, my high was coming. "How many types of business transactions are there?" He stopped, and my clit throbbed harshly from the missing sensation of his mouth.
"Three." I guessed a random number hoping it was right, but when he nipped at my clit which caused a light sting, I knew I was wrong.
"Lower, baby." Damian rumbled.
"Two?" I'm presuming the answer was correct because he quickened his movements.
"Give me the names, they begin with R and C."
"Revenue and Capital." I said, moaning halfway through. I think Damian forgot about the questions as well, because instead of stopping to test me, he carried on as the grip on my thighs became more stable.
I let him, because I too, wasn't complaining. He groaned whenever I moaned his name and I loved how he responded to my noises. It made everything so much more special and I was coming the very next second.
"I love you." I muttered, whilst riding out my orgasm.
He carried on licking and sucking to clean my come up, until I had to hold his head back from touching the now swollen area. "If I asked you to repeat it two hundred times, would you?"
"Maybe not that much because I would prefer not to lose my voice. But I'll say-" I stopped speaking when I heard the sound of a door shut, followed by shoes being chucked onto the ground.
My eyes went wide and I met Damian's confused stare. My brother must be home early. Crap.
"What's he doing back?" Damian whispered.
"I don't know, he said he was going to the beach with his friends." I whisper yelled back.
"What? Me and him share the same group of friends and no one made any plans to go out today." He looked confused.
My reply was cut short when Kai spoke, footfalls getting closer. "Cammy, I'm home!" I looked down to my lack of pants and Damian on his knees. Yeah, Maikel would definitely flip.
"Quick, hide in the closet!" I opened the doors and shoved him in before he could say anything.
Maikel knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Just a minute!" I responded, jumping into my underwear and sweats and hiding Damian's phone. Rushing to the door, I opened it slightly and rested an arm on the doorframe.
"Hi." I breathed out.
"Hello? Why are you back so early?" I asked, stepping more in front of my door when he tried looking in.
"Got bored. Why are you being weird?" Kai pushed me to the side and walked in, taking a deep breath. "Did you get a new perfume?"
"What, no. Maybe you're ill. You should lie down. Do you want me to make some soup?" I treaded slowly to my closet, folding my arms.
He cringed. "Stop being like that."
"Like what?"
"Weirder than usual. I'm fine."
"Good." I declared.
"Great." He said, rocking back on his feet. "I'm gonna go order lunch. Ask Damian what he wants for me. You really need a better hiding place." Maikel left without saying another word and I waved my hands in the air, rolling my eyes.
a/n
Y'ALL WTF WHY IS TWISTED BY EMILY MCINTYRE SO GOOD?!?!?!
LIKE SO FAR I'M SOOOO INVESTED BUT IDK WHY BECAUSE THE MALE CHARACTER IS LITERALLY THE BIGGEST DICKHEAD EVER. BUT I CAN'T PUT THE BOOK DOWN
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