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  “You’re close, aren’t you Kira?”

  “I want… I want…”

  “Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “I want you.”

  Owl let out a sound that reminded me of a purring lion looking out over his pride. Lion males typically had around five females in their cluster. Owl had told me on that first night that he didn’t believe in monogamy. Once or twice I’d heard a woman call to him in the background. I knew I wasn’t the only one. I couldn’t be. But the fuck if I didn’t want to be. I just needed to get him here with me. Once he was here, I could find a way to be his number one. And then, his one and only.

  “I want you inside me, Owl.”

  “Soon, baby.”

  “I want to come. I want it so bad. When you were inside me I came so hard. I want that again. Come over here and give that to me, Owl. Please.”

  “Stop,” he said. “Stop touching yourself right now, Kira.”

  He’d put base in his voice. There was force behind his words. He wasn’t yelling at me, but it felt like an admonishment.

  I pulled my hand away and struck my pillow with a clenched fist. My orgasmic high evaporated like rain drops in the sun. My bliss turned to frustration. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

  “I want to make you feel good, Kira.”

  “Then come over and fuck me,” I snapped, letting my blue clit get the better of me.

  Owl didn’t respond. He did that a lot. Whenever I asked him to come over, to let me come to him, to meet somewhere out in public, he redirected the conversation or simply clammed up.

  I picked up the phone from my belly and put it back to my ear. “If you have a girlfriend, just say so.”

  “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “I told you that when we first met. I don’t tell lies. They’re too complicated to remember, and I like things to be simple.”

  “Then why are you doing this to me? Why won’t you come and see me?”

  “Because you have no control over your orgasms, Shakira. You’d come as soon as I entered you and that won’t satisfy me. I’m helping you learn release control before I fuck you again.”

  Control over my orgasms? Release control? What the fuck did that even mean? “I don’t know what you’re talking about? I’ve never had any orgasms before you.”

  “Wait.” There was more rustling on his end of the line, like he was rising to sitting from a prone position on his bed. “Not even before limp dick Sergio?”

  I rose too, folding my legs underneath my ass to assuage my throbbing, needy pussy. “No,” I went with the truth. I’d already begged this guy to come over and fuck me, what more did I have to lose. “No guy has ever made me come.”

  “You’ve played with yourself though? You’ve gotten yourself off? Right?”

  There was a break in his voice. That note of incredulity lit a spark of hope in my chest. Maybe more of the truth would get him over to my doorstep and inside my yearning pussy.

  “I’ve never been able to make myself come, either. Even now, without your voice telling me what to do, I can’t do it on my own. You’re the only guy who’s ever gotten me there.”

  I could’ve heard a pin drop on the other end of the line. Even his breath was silent, or maybe he’d stopped breathing all together.

  “I can’t make myself come,” I continued. “I’ve never been able to. I’ve never been able to get off with a guy either. I’ve always faked it. You’re the only one who’s ever gotten me off, and you like to play these games with me. It fucking sucks.”

  There was still silence on the other end of the line.

  “Owl?”

  I thought maybe he’d hung up on me. He probably had. Who wanted a girl who couldn’t come? A girl who faked it. I’d pretended to like sex for so long, only because it would get me what I wanted; a warm body laying in bed next to me.

  I hated being alone. There, I admitted it. I was smart, pretty, and independent. I’d gotten a full academic scholarship to college, kept high marks in all my classes, and was a clear favorite at the urban planning firm where I worked part time. The one area of my life I did not excel at was in the relationship department. No matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to hold onto a man. And at the end of the day that was the thing I wanted most; to be in a committed relationship.

  For the longest time, sex was the only currency that seemed to pay off in that endeavor. Now, with Owl, was the first time I’d gotten anything back from the investment. That return on investment had turned my world upside down. I hadn’t known that sex could be satisfying for both parties. And now that I was getting paid, I didn’t want to be broke again.

  “Owl, are you still there?”

  “I’ll be right over.” He hung up the phone.

  Chapter Six

  Owl knocked on the door ten minutes later. I’d barely had time to catch my breath and cover myself. I’d put on a silk robe and was bare beneath it. My body was far too sensitized to deal with fabric directly on my skin. The soft silk running over my nipples set my knees to quaking, but I was able to make my way to the door.

  He stood in the doorway in a linen shirt and dark jeans. Those almond-shaped eyes peered down at me, narrowing to slits as he took in my skimpy wardrobe. With one hand, he swept his dark locks out of his eyes. With the other hand he took the doorjamb from my hands. He opened my door wide to allow him a clear, unobstructed view of me.

  “How did you get here so fast?” My voice was breathless as I stood there in my flimsy robe.

  The hall was mostly empty. The few girls that were headed to or headed out of their rooms paused mid stride, staring at us. Not at us. They were all staring at him.

  “I drive a fast car.” Owl leaned against the doorjamb. “Invite me in.”

  I suddenly felt like I was one of those vapid heroines in romance novels, the ones that didn’t make a move without the sparkly vampire or angsty werewolf giving them permission. “You can’t come in without my permission? What are you a vampire?”

  Owl grinned. “This is the only time tonight I will give you a choice. And when you let me in…” His eyes dipped down to my hips as though he saw my throbbing clit through the silk robe covering it. “… I will suck you dry.”

  The intensity in his eyes should’ve scared me. But it didn’t. This was what I’d been wanting all week. For him to come and put his hands on me instead of telling me what to do.

  He was here. He was with me. And by the end of the night, I’d treat him so good he’d want to stay.

  I stepped aside with a wide grin of my own. Owl came into the room. I arched my head up as he passed, but he didn’t offer me a kiss. Of course he didn’t. I remembered what he’d said about kissing; that it was less hygienic than oral sex.

  Well, that was okay, for now. If he didn’t want the lips on my face, I’d happily spread my thighs for him to get at the other pair of lips that ached for him.

  I watched Owl as he took stock of my dorm room. “You a neat freak, Kira?”

  My desk was clear and tidy. The books were stacked upright by height and width. I had one cup of pencils that were all the same height. Another cup of pens were divided evenly between black and blue ink. I’ll admit, my need for order might be a little OCD. But when things were easily within my reach, I could move about my day efficiently.

  I reached for Owl. He caught my hand before I touched him. I noticed that his shirt was perfectly starched. The disheveled look of his hair was by no accident. Each wayward strand of hair seemed trimmed and teased to fall at the precise, messy angle.

  “Take your robe off, Kira.”

  I hesitated. I’d planned on running this rodeo, telling him to get naked so I could take out that thick cock and use my mouth to stake my claim. But I supposed that could wait awhile. He owed me an orgasm.

  I undid the knot and let the robe slide to the floor.

  Owl sat down in my desk chair and surveyed my body. My nipples pebbled into tight points under his gaze. My pussy started a sl
ow, pounding rhythm.

  “Did you come?”

  “No,” I said parting my thighs. “I told you I couldn’t. Not without you.”

  Something passed over his face. I couldn’t determine exactly what it was, but it made the beating between my thighs speed up.

  “Come here, Kira.”

  I came and stood between his thighs.

  “On your knees.”

  I frowned, putting my brown hands on my full hips. “We are not going to make this some Master/slave fantasy. I am not gonna play your little servant.”

  Owl leaned back in the chair. “You got it wrong, baby. I’m here to serve you.” He sat back and waited for me to comply.

  I squirmed under his dark eyes. The man had the patience of a turtle. The throbbing in my pussy increased, going from a slow march to the upbeat drumming of a rock song. I’d already learned that my orgasms were shy without the voice or presence of Owl.

  “Fine.” I allowed me knees to buckle and went down slowly to the floor.

  Owl smiled a triumphant grin. Slowly, he leaned forward. He took my face in his hand. “You been fucking anybody else?”

  “No,” I said. “Have you?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  I pulled back from his touch. I don’t know what shocked me more? That I’d been right about him fucking other women, or that he confirmed it so nonchalantly.

  Owl stared at me. “If you don’t want honesty, don’t ask.”

  I tensed my jaw.

  “I fucked four girls this week,” he said.

  He reached over and picked up one of my blue pens. He twirled it in his fingers and then placed it on the right side of the cup with the black pens. My eyes flew from the chaos of the pens back to his dark eyes. I made to get up, to right the order of my pens, but Owl stayed me with his hand. It was a gentle gesture, but my body obeyed under his touch.

  “While I was fucking them,” he said, “after I fucked them, sometimes before I fucked them, I thought about making you come. I can’t stop thinking about making you come.” He moved the blue pen back over with the other blues. “That was the first time you came, wasn’t it? That first night with me?”

  I looked away, not responding.

  “And you’ve never made yourself come on your own? Just with me?”

  He ran his thumb over my lip. The back and forth movement was hypnotic. My clit throbbed in time to it. He leaned in towards me. I thought he would kiss me. But he pulled his hand away and reached into his pocket.

  “I brought you a present.”

  Owl pulled out a box. He didn’t hand it to me. He opened the package himself. What he pulled out of the packaging made me catch my breath. It was a pink egg with a wire and remote coming off one end. I’d never used one before, but I knew what it was.

  “Spread your thighs for me, Kira.”

  I opened my mouth to question him, but I didn’t get any words out. I felt the condensation pool around my pussy as he toyed with the vibrator. I closed my mouth and opened my thighs for him.

  He reached to my pussy. His fingers spread my pussy lips. The sap that gathered there was loud as my juicy lips separated. I could’ve imagined it, but I swore I heard a slurping sound as Owl pushed the cold piece of metal into my pussy. His thumb swiped my clit before he sat back in the chair.

  He leaned back with the controls in his hand. “I’m going to turn this on. You’re not to come, do you understand?”

  “Wait. What? Why not?”

  Owl raised an eyebrow at me. “Because I said so.”

  “You told me you would make me come.”

  “And I will.”

  I opened my mouth to protest again, but he turned the dial on and the buzzing started. I reached out and grabbed his knee.

  It felt like one of those church bells ringing inside of me. Only the metal stick thing that made the bell vibrate was dinging at twenty times the speed. The bell didn’t sway so much as shake my core. It shook so fast that my teeth rattled. On its own, my pussy muscles clenched around the ringing vibrator.

  “Shakira,” Owl took my chin between his fingers. I smelled myself on his thumb. “You will hold this in you for five minutes. And you are not going to come while it’s in there.”

  “Owl… please…”

  “Oh baby, I’m going to give you what you need, I promise. I’m going to make it so good. But you have to do what I say first. Trust me, Kira. You trust me?”

  Did I? I’d never trusted a man to do anything but lie and cheat. They’d all lied to me. They’d all cheated on me. They’d all left me.

  Owl planted feather light kisses on my brow. “Trust me, Kira. I just want to please you. Three and a half minutes to go.”

  I felt the orgasm building inside me. My pussy muscles continued to tremble and weep more fluid. The muscles were hungry. They suckled at the vibe, like the draws lips make when sucking on a lollipop.

  I took a deep breath. It didn’t help. The sensation didn’t subside, it increased. But, I didn’t come.

  “Good girl,” Owl kissed my chin. “Two minutes.”

  The pressure was becoming unbearable. I clutched at him, unable to form words as I concentrated on not munching down on the juicy sucker inside of me to get to the bliss-filled center.

  “Don’t come baby, hold it for me. Wait for me, Kira.”

  Owl kissed around my eyelids, so gently. My body and head felt disconnected from each other as they both screamed for different things.

  “You ready, baby?”

  I was ready to give him anything he wanted. I felt him wrench the vibrator out of me. I was airborne and then on the bed. I felt him unbuckle his pants. And then he was inside me. He threw my legs over his shoulders and pumped into me hard and fast.

  “Come for me, Kira.”

  And I did. Just like that my body erupted. Owl held me tight. When my body stopped shaking I felt something crash into my mouth. Owl’s lips were on me, his tongue invading me.

  He flipped me over and on to my belly. He was back inside of me before I could catch my breath. He pumped rhythmically, his dick the new gong making my bell ring.

  “Come for me, Kira.”

  Barely finished with the first orgasmic clenching, my body obeyed for a second time. These contractions weren’t as strong, but they still knocked the wind out of me. When they stopped Owl pulled out. He turned me back over and onto my back. He spread my thighs and put his face in my pussy.

  I tried to close my legs. “Owl, I can’t. I’m too sensitive.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  He coaxed my thighs back open. I didn’t have the mental or physical power to stop him.

  He licked at me once, just once. A long, slow, slurp. “Give it to me, Kira. Come for me.”

  I felt like my body was a rag twisting the last bit of water from its cloth as a third orgasm tore through my center. When I regained consciousness, Owl’s head lay against my thigh. His eyes were on me, owl-wide. He wasn’t smiling.

  “I need to go.” He got up, pulled off the used condom, and began putting his clothes back on.

  My head was foggy, my body heavy, but I scrambled up after him. “Why?”

  “Shhh, baby.” He paused in buttoning up his jeans. He leaned down and planted a kiss along my forehead, over my brow, on my eyelids. “I’ll be back tomorrow night.”

  “Why don’t you stay tonight?”

  He looked at my bed. “I don’t sleep well in strange beds.”

  “Want me to come with you?” I know my voice sounded needy, but I couldn’t help it.

  Owl knelt down until his face was on my level. “I don’t sleep well with someone else in my bed. I’ll be back tomorrow. In the meantime, I want you to use this in the morning.”

  He handed me the vibrator and the controller.

  “I want you to hold it in yourself for five minutes. When you do, I do not want you to come. You need to learn control over your releases because I plan to fuck you for longer than an hour the next time.”

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bsp; I looked over at the clock. It was well beyond 2am. He’d gotten here shortly after one.

  “Use it three times a day and don’t come. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He kissed me again, this time a light kiss on the lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

  And then he was gone.

  Chapter Seven

  After Owl left the previous night, I was out like a light in twenty minutes. These orgasms were doing wonders for my sleep issues. I woke up in the morning with a throbbing clit that begged for attention. This morning, instead of reaching out for a man, I reached for the gift Owl left for me.

  I set my timer with my phone and then I placed the vibrator inside me. There was tenderness in my pussy from where Owl had thrust in and pulled out three orgasms the night before. It was a good tenderness and my pussy lips clenched around the metal egg.

  I turned up the dial and immediately dropped the control. I had to dig my nails into the mattress to stop myself from immediately coming. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, but my body stayed on that tight rope that hovered above the descent into orgasmic bliss.

  Clutching at the mattress, breathing deep, neither worked. My body stayed balanced precariously on the tight rope. I didn’t fall off the rope into an orgasm, but neither did I gain a strong foothold on the rope. I hovered in that space right before the fall.

  A beeping noise brought me back to my senses. It was the timer. I couldn’t believe it had already been five minutes. With shaky hands I gave a tug to the wire connecting the egg to the controls. It came out of me with a juicy pop.

  I lay back on the bed grinning from ear to ear, anticipating revisiting the egg for lunch, and then again at dinner, and then having Owl inside me for dessert tonight. I left my room with a pep in my step and headed over to the biology lab for my tutoring session.

  “Good morning, Shakira.”

  “Hey sis.” My tutor Ellie was the whitest, white girl I’d met on the campus. But even her awkward quirkiness couldn’t distract me today.