Page 64 of Feel Free to Scream

I hesitate, because wasn’t I just punished, in a legendary, memorable fashion for saying too much?

I’m wondering what I can and can’t say, when my door slides open.

Keller walks in, like this morning, dressed in nothing but a towel. Before I can say a word, he brings his finger to his lips, gesturing me to shush, and winks.

I assume he means, don’t tell her he’s here. My eyes following his approach, I clear my throat.

“Well, I went to the Vesper House to ask Keller if he could help with my situation.”

The man in question has just reached the foot of my bed. My throat dries up on the spot as he climbs on, keeping his eyes on me. His mouth drops to my feet, lips barely touching my ankle. It’s featherlight, teasing, but I feel it rippling everywhere, to the tips of my nipples, and the nub of nerves burning between my legs.

Oh, god.

“Huuh, Keller said…” Keller’s mouth slides up my leg, to my shin. I clear my throat. “He said he couldn’t—” The back of my knee.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“That he couldn’t let me stay in the dorm. The board said no. Student privacy and all that.”

He slides my leg over his shoulder, mouth on my thigh.

“Assholes. I mean, I know they’re super strict over what can and cannot be shared about the school, but that’s a bit much. I heard what you said to the cops. It wasn’t that bad. And you didn’t go back.”

I would probably be far more invested in the conversation if Keller hadn’t reached the hem of my shorts, casually pushing them aside to bring his mouth to my folds.

“Yeah. Hm, yeah.”

“So, he’s letting you stay in the Vesper House instead,” she guesses.

Casually, leisurely, Keller’s running his tongue around my clit. I force my mouth to remain clamped shut to avoid screaming into the phone.

“What is it like? I’ve never been, but it looks even fancier than the rest of the street.”

“It’s nice,” I breathe, panting as silently as I can.

His fingers have joined the party. Two of them: the index and middle finger, curving, expanding, teasing, sliding in and out.

“Verynice. You should come.”

I’m going to come.

“Visit. Soon. I think it’s allowed?”

I’m not entirely sure.

Keller nods.

“Oh, wow. I’m so glad we were roommates, even if it was only for a few days. So. You’ll notice I have avoiding addressing the elephant in the room for as long as possible, but really. I have to ask. Are you with Keller? You said you had a boyfriend, but there was a vibe between you the other night. And then he gets you back in the school. Not to mention the strange, and strangely domestic lunch. And now, you live with him.”

I let her talk, grateful for the tirade, because I couldn’t manage anything other than a scream, or a moan, while Keller sucks on my pussy, fingering it. I’m drenching his mouth and hand, my insides tensing, heating, rushing towards an increasingly familiar rush.

I’m going to come, soon, on the phone with Lily at the end of the line. Then, she’ll have a fair few questions.

“Yeah, my boyfriend,” I repeat.

Keller’s cold blue eyes catch mine, and he doesn’t stop.

“He’s not—”Fuck!I bite my lip. “Happy with me at the moment. I’m avoiding that.”

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