Guilty Secrets (Campus Love and Murder Sorority Eyes Romance Book 1) by Ciara Christie Page B
Authors: Ciara Christie
Tags: General Fiction
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into a pumpkin come midnight?"
"Come again?"
"What's your hurry? We could go someplace..."
I shrugged. "Got to return these glass slippers."
"OK, Cinderella. See you around."
I sprinted for the building.
I let myself into the apartment. Low lights were on, but the place was empty. I assumed Mai had gone to bed.
I tiptoed down the long corridor in near darkness towards my room. Forty feet from my door I reached Mai's door. I paused to allow my eyes to adjust to the dark.
Her door was half open. Moonlight flickered across the room and crawled to the doorway, pausing at my feet. A strange low sound, followed by a series of high pitch gasps accompanied two shadows moving across on the bed.
I heard a low grunting sound from one shadow as it knelt behind the other. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized Mai was on all fours. Behind her, a man knelt and gripped her hips.
They were both facing me. I took a step back into the darkness.
Neither appeared to have noticed me. Mai began panting hard. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at her lover's face. I couldn't make out his face in the darkness.
Mai moaned loudly. She gasped, "You're a bad boy. You want me to be your slave don't you?"
The man grunted.
I couldn't help but admire Mai's perfect physique as her breasts hung down in the moonlight. She caressed her face back and forth against the silk sheets.
"Bad boy make me do anything you want. You want me to go down on another girl don't you?"
The man grunted again.
She giggled. "Bad boy wants his slave to go girl on girl with my roomie Robyn? Want to watch? Want to spank me as I lick her out?"
My hand shot to my mouth as I stifled a sharp intake of breath. I needed to run back to my room, but my legs refused to move. I was frozen on the spot.
The man grunted harder, raised his hand and spanked Mai's ass.
Mai panted harder. "That's my bad boy. Anything for you."
The stranger reached under her and cupped her breasts. Caressing them both and sending Mai into spasms of ecstasy with each thrust. He pulled her hair and lifted her up straight into his arms. Nuzzled the nape of her neck and moved his lips in frenzied circles up and down her neck and shoulders.
Grinding on his manhood as she glided her body across his rippling stomach muscles and his taunt chest in a mesmerizing whirl of passion.
His hands never stopped moving across her body. Each caress seemed to expertly inflame Mai's pleasure. His fingertips could read her body's needs. He was a maestro and she was both his muse and his instrument. Playing her to perfection towards an inevitable climax.
But just as Mai was building up to explode with joy, he delayed her orgasm with exquisite control. He lifted Mai up by her hips and flipped her around so they were both positioned with their backs to me. He began thrusting into her, faster, harder.
I couldn't breathe. Did Mai know I was watching her? Was this performance all for my benefit? Surely she couldn't see me in the darkness?
Droplets of sweat on his powerful shoulders glistened in the moonlight. My eyes were transfixed. My legs quivered with tension. I clung to the far wall for support.
I felt a sweet and shameful stirring between my legs. My nipples ached for soft sensual lips.
I watched the sweat droplets trickle down the stranger's back and pool on his buttocks.
Mai and the stranger seemed in perfect unison. The union of two lovers very much in love and anticipating each other's sensual needs.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Caught in this unguarded moment of lust I imagined the stranger was Harry and that I was Mai.
My fingers slid up my legs and into my thong. My other hand cupped my nipples in slow circles.
The moonlight burst through the clouds. It was then I noticed the tattoo on the stranger's right buttock. It was the same symbol in Madison's journal.
The mask and two crossed swords.
Those buttocks clenched together as the thrusting motion became
"Come again?"
"What's your hurry? We could go someplace..."
I shrugged. "Got to return these glass slippers."
"OK, Cinderella. See you around."
I sprinted for the building.
I let myself into the apartment. Low lights were on, but the place was empty. I assumed Mai had gone to bed.
I tiptoed down the long corridor in near darkness towards my room. Forty feet from my door I reached Mai's door. I paused to allow my eyes to adjust to the dark.
Her door was half open. Moonlight flickered across the room and crawled to the doorway, pausing at my feet. A strange low sound, followed by a series of high pitch gasps accompanied two shadows moving across on the bed.
I heard a low grunting sound from one shadow as it knelt behind the other. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized Mai was on all fours. Behind her, a man knelt and gripped her hips.
They were both facing me. I took a step back into the darkness.
Neither appeared to have noticed me. Mai began panting hard. She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at her lover's face. I couldn't make out his face in the darkness.
Mai moaned loudly. She gasped, "You're a bad boy. You want me to be your slave don't you?"
The man grunted.
I couldn't help but admire Mai's perfect physique as her breasts hung down in the moonlight. She caressed her face back and forth against the silk sheets.
"Bad boy make me do anything you want. You want me to go down on another girl don't you?"
The man grunted again.
She giggled. "Bad boy wants his slave to go girl on girl with my roomie Robyn? Want to watch? Want to spank me as I lick her out?"
My hand shot to my mouth as I stifled a sharp intake of breath. I needed to run back to my room, but my legs refused to move. I was frozen on the spot.
The man grunted harder, raised his hand and spanked Mai's ass.
Mai panted harder. "That's my bad boy. Anything for you."
The stranger reached under her and cupped her breasts. Caressing them both and sending Mai into spasms of ecstasy with each thrust. He pulled her hair and lifted her up straight into his arms. Nuzzled the nape of her neck and moved his lips in frenzied circles up and down her neck and shoulders.
Grinding on his manhood as she glided her body across his rippling stomach muscles and his taunt chest in a mesmerizing whirl of passion.
His hands never stopped moving across her body. Each caress seemed to expertly inflame Mai's pleasure. His fingertips could read her body's needs. He was a maestro and she was both his muse and his instrument. Playing her to perfection towards an inevitable climax.
But just as Mai was building up to explode with joy, he delayed her orgasm with exquisite control. He lifted Mai up by her hips and flipped her around so they were both positioned with their backs to me. He began thrusting into her, faster, harder.
I couldn't breathe. Did Mai know I was watching her? Was this performance all for my benefit? Surely she couldn't see me in the darkness?
Droplets of sweat on his powerful shoulders glistened in the moonlight. My eyes were transfixed. My legs quivered with tension. I clung to the far wall for support.
I felt a sweet and shameful stirring between my legs. My nipples ached for soft sensual lips.
I watched the sweat droplets trickle down the stranger's back and pool on his buttocks.
Mai and the stranger seemed in perfect unison. The union of two lovers very much in love and anticipating each other's sensual needs.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Caught in this unguarded moment of lust I imagined the stranger was Harry and that I was Mai.
My fingers slid up my legs and into my thong. My other hand cupped my nipples in slow circles.
The moonlight burst through the clouds. It was then I noticed the tattoo on the stranger's right buttock. It was the same symbol in Madison's journal.
The mask and two crossed swords.
Those buttocks clenched together as the thrusting motion became
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