Chapter 81: Halfway Up or Dick IQ

As he reached halfway to the top of the second floor, Damon stopped abruptly as if someone had suddenly tugged on a leash tied to his dick. Because looking down is a bad idea and he did it anyway; the Rod jammed into his thin pants so tightly the big fat head bulged outward past the seam, shiny wet at the end (he’d been dripping since he’d pulled put of Camilla’s pussy) and it kept bobbing slightly whenever he took a breath or walked as if he’d strolled out with an additional person attached to his hip and forgotten to leave them behind.

"Stupid!!! Stupid!!!"

Damon had done it again:

He let hunger take him over an he’d walked out of his room leaving Camilla behind, and he went directly into a hallway with his dick loudly declaring its presence to every door he walked by, because using his brain would’ve meant shoving the Rod down, breathing, pretending he was a kid heading for a glass of water, and using his dick would mean this – this brazen show of shamelessness, this growing dark wet stain, this huge outline wobbling up and down like he was carrying a club upstairs and trying to pass it off as subtlety.

He came close to laughing at himself and he came close to turning around but he continued moving upward slowly.

Turning around would’ve been smart and at the present he was functioning at Dick IQ.

Yes, everything that Eisheth considered her Turn-Ons was located at the exact place he was weak at; she wanted men who were daring. Bold. Brave. Most importantly, men who wouldn’t flinch at things that were forbidden. Men who would do anything illicit and possessed confidence that bordered on being arrogant enough to be foreplay for her.

Which was fine by Damon, hello? Damon was currently standing in a hallway with a cock so hard it committed crimes against the fabric of his pants and that confidence.

Or was it?

Anyway, Eisheth’s Thirst Gauge had to be running red-hot on quiet nights like tonight, and certainly it had to be in the 90s now, wet and awake and seeking trouble – and yes, seeing his hanging dick would bring dirty thoughts to her blue eyes, the size of his large cock and the whole unashamed tent bobbing when he walked – and yes, forbidden sex made Eisheth’s kink-list:

But none of that suggested he could knock her door open, remove his large cock that would blow her mind, touch her, and watch her whole brain resolve itself into nothingness in thirty seconds like this was some fantasy porno with good lighting and no consequences.

’That was hunger and stupidity thinking.’

That was lust-spawn selling himself a fast track with a grin... and the saw fiction thinking again Celeste had told him - believing reality was a work of fiction – just because he’d managed to bed Camilla and make her come on a window and he thought the next reasonable thing to do would be to saunter upstairs with his dick leading the way as if the world owed him a sequel.

There was no way she’d sleep with him tonight simply because she could look at his large cock and remember all those times she’d gone unsatisfied — and in her mind she’d know yes he could make her satisfied, fill her, destroy that dry spell into a wet one — but there was no chance she’d fuck him right away — and if he thought otherwise he deserved every moment of blue balls that hallway had coming.

’Okay, don’t rule out all the possibilities you joy murderer.’

Fine. Slow. He needed to go in slow; like some sort of slow-motion seduction or something.

’Seduction? Seriously dude? That’s the best term you can come up with?’

Whatever. Seduction. Courtship. Not having Eisheth immediately screw him against her bedroom doorframe.

’Whatever you call it,’ his cock still bobbled against his leg with every deliberate movement forward and he ignored it.

Fiddling with it would’ve required wrapping one hand around the thickness of that shaft through the pants and if he did that he’d probably be back at Camilla’s room jerking himself off into his fist like a punk — and he hadn’t walked up two floors to be a punk.

Unlike everyone else, Eisheth’s bedroom wasn’t situated on the crowded wing of the second-floor bedrooms.

It instead sat farther back where the carpet got quieter and fewer used doors lined the stretch of hallway people seemed to forget existed after midnight. In other words, that’s where she built her Fortress Of Solitude – or rather her Fortress Of Seduction — and Damon headed towards it with his mouth feeling parched.

He knocked.

The door swung open immediately onto warmth and wood and light still lingering in the room somewhere; Eisheth filled the doorway like she had punched the air out of him.

Honey-blonde hair cascaded down her back in thick waves of silky-looking stuff, bright enough to capture the hall light — a few strands clung to her exposed shoulder — and her eyes were that pale blue that dug straight through a boy’s excuses and into the wet spot on his pants.

Her chin rested against the heel of her hand — her mouth curled upward like she had been waiting — patiently, for him.

Black sheer mesh covered her body in a thin halter style barely within legal limits; the back of her torso was completely exposed except for her bare shoulders — straps kissed her throat — and the front was so transparent Damon could see the complete fullness of her breasts pressing upwards against it; they were medium and firm and in a falling teardrop style with her nipples hard as pebbles and indigo-colored through the mesh poking holes in the material.

When she shifted slightly one breast showed pure white skin and her a stiff nipple stamped against the mesh — and the mesh dropped softly over her hips without concealing anything— the faint outline of her vagina was visible if you looked down low enough to see it — which Damon did because he was a perv and the dress knew it.

’Shit. Eisheth is so fucking sexy.’

Yep, she was sexy in ways that caused his testicles to contract tight — causing his mouth to lose function — and also causing his enormous erect dick to feel like it weighed heavily in his pants due to every subtle shift of it when he breathed.

"Oh, Damon," she said before he produced a single idiotic syllable staring blankly ahead. Exactly where Damon had directed his gaze and how long he had kept his eyes there; her pussy in the see through thongs.

Eisheth looked down in an extremely slow examination like she she measuring something; her pale blue eyes scanned from the large dark wet circle at the end of the tip of his erect penis upward along the rounded head pushed firmly outward against his thin pants.

She traced her eyes up along the rest of his large erect penis and it was sticking out from underneath his pants like some uninvited guests, tenting hard against his leg creating a thick shape inside the thin fabric that left hardly anything private.

She remained fixed on it which only left the silence standing between them which allowed Damon to feel himself being examined in much the same manner as he had been examining her breasts.

Eisheth moistened her upper lip slowly using her tongue to drag across her upper lip like she was already tasting what she hadn’t yet touched — and did it again but smaller and hungrier and never removing her eyes from Damon’s erect penis.

"Oh, Damon you little Devil."

She stepped aside allowing him entrance into her seductive lair — allowing him view of her bare back and her ass-end in a thong only under the black see-through mesh as she moved forward with a smooth heavy bounce of her ass which was so round and peachy and high with each check flexing gently under the black mesh as well as revealing half a second worth of cleavage before falling back together.

"Welcome inside."