Hmm… he's good-looking. Doing it with him wouldn't be bad.
But if I make the first move, I'll just look like a desperate bitch. I don't want him to see me as some horny woman who seduces men at the first chance.
What should I do?..
My eyes stayed on him, hovering over his handsome face longer than they should have. Without realizing it, I crossed my legs, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way to approach him naturally. But no matter how I looked at it, there were no options.
I had to make the first move.
But how?
I hesitated. Going bold with someone I had just met felt strange, kinda risky. Just as my thoughts tangled further, the system window popped up again.
My eyes widened.
{Hello again}
{The Goddess of Lust has offered you another reward}
{If you complete the request given by the Goddess of Lust, you will receive a high-level relic along with the skill previously promised}
Goddess of Lust. Your name and these requests scream your personality i can easily imagine you as a horny shut-in.
What do you think I'll accept any bullshit request just because you dangle rewards in front of me?
I glanced at him again... Of course I will.
The rewards sounded too good to ignore. And Mister Liam, well, he had more than decent looks. It had been a while since I'd been with a man this attractive.
I swallowed hard before finally standing. Just the thought of what I was about to do sent heat curling low in my belly. Forgive me, mister... but I need to get stronger if I want to survive in this world.
The moment I stepped close enough, I sank onto his lap without warning, he froze at my sudden actions.
His whole body went rigid beneath me, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted, as his brain had short-circuited. And honestly, how could it not? Any man's mind would stutter for a second when a woman suddenly plants herself this close, especially in a moment this charged.
"Wha-"
He tried to speak.
"Shut up~"
I cut him off, voice low and teasing, before crashing my lips against his.
I didn't give him time to think. My tongue slipped past his lips, pushing inside, tasting him, hot, faintly sweet, like he'd eaten something spiced not long ago. I wrapped both arms around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, molding our bodies together. Our breaths tangled, hot and uneven. I could feel my nipples tightening painfully against the fabric of my top, aching with every small shift.
Then his hands moved.
Strong arms banded around my waist, yanking me flush against him in one firm tug. He kissed me back, harder, hungrier, his tongue sliding against mine, claiming the space I'd invaded.
The rhythm turned messy, desperate. Air became secondary; all I could focus on was the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble, the way his fingers dug into my hips.
And then I felt it.
The thick, unmistakable hardness swelling beneath me, pressing insistently against the thin barrier between my thighs. Every tiny rock of my hips made it twitch, made him groan low into my mouth.
Suddenly he broke the kiss.
We were both panting, chests heaving, mouths still hovering close enough that our ragged breaths mingled in the small space between us. Lust had completely taken over me. I could feel it thrumming under my skin like a live wire. It had been so long since I'd let myself feel anything like this.
Without a word, his hands found the hem of my oversized t-shirt. He tugged it upward in one swift motion. The fabric was loose, so it slipped off easily, sliding over my head and arms before landing somewhere behind me.
The cool air hit my bare skin instantly.
I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that made my pulse spike even higher. I wasn't wearing a bra. I hadn't planned on any of this; it was supposed to be just another lazy day off.
He didn't give me time to overthink.
His right hand immediately cupped my breast, fingers firm and warm, kneading the soft flesh with just enough pressure to make my back arch. A soft, involuntary moan slipped from my lips.
Then his mouth was on me.
His tongue flicked out, hot and wet, tracing slow, deliberate circles around my left nipple before he closed his lips over it and sucked hard. Like he wanted to devour me whole.
A sharp, moan tore from my throat.
His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, light at first, then firmer, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight between my legs. At the same moment, his other hand found my right breast, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the nipple in a slow, cruel rhythm that matched the pull of his mouth.
"Aaanhhh!~"
The sound I made was shameless, needy.
I was soaked. I could feel the slick heat pooling between my thighs, my pussy throbbing and dripping, completely drenching the thin cotton of my panties, the only scrap of fabric left on my body. Every tiny shift of my hips made the wet material cling even more obscenely to my folds, the friction almost too much and not nearly enough.
His hardness was still pressed insistently against me through his clothes, thick and straining, and the way he growled low against my breast told me he could feel exactly how wet I'd become.
"Let's take this somewhere else."
He whispered, Before I could respond, he rose in one fluid motion, lifting me effortlessly with him. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back as he carried me like I weighed nothing. His strong arm curled behind me, hand splayed wide across my spine to keep our bodies pressed flush together.
The other hand never left my breast, fingers kneading, thumb brushing slowly, teasing circles over my still-sensitive nipple, sending fresh sparks straight to my core with every step he took.
I clung to him, face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of his skin mixed with the faint trace of sweat and desire. Each stride made my soaked folds slide against the hard ridge still trapped in his pants, the friction maddening through the thin barrier.
He kicked the bedroom door open without breaking rhythm and crossed the threshold in two strides.
Then he threw me.
I landed on the soft mattress with a soft bounce, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My hair fanned out around me as I propped myself on my elbows, chest rising and falling fast.
He didn't waste time.
Fingers gripped the hem of his shirt; he yanked it over his head in one sharp pull, revealing the hard planes of his chest, he was completely naked now. The sight made my mouth go dry and my thighs clench.
He grabbed my ankles, and he tugged me toward the edge of the bed. His hands were sure, unhurried now, almost reverent, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my drenched panties and peeled them down my legs in one smooth glide. The soaked fabric clung for a second before sliding free, leaving a glistening trail along my inner thighs.
I lay there exposed under his gaze, skin prickling, heart hammering. My nipples were tight peaks, my pussy slick and swollen, aching for more. Every inch of me felt electric.
My eyes stayed fixed on his. I can see the lust, this man wasn't just going to fuck me.
He was going to claim me.