Thread: Forced Lust (LingeringDesirexAwesomist)

Evie listened with amusement at the 'argument' for and against her. She had a job and the things she stated simply weren't true. She was an assistant at an art gallery, one that taught children to paint on the weekends. She had an degree in education and art history. She had started getting her bachelors and decided that she loved what she did and stopped. While she did date she hardly ever lost control of her senses, something she couldn't say for this moment. Her parents sat smiling, like idiots, at the commentary being passed from father to son and back again. It seemed the mothers were the quietest in the room. Had she heard him call her sexy? Her mind processed it a bit too late. Sipping at the water, her throat felt a moment of cool, a reprieve from the heat. All the while her core took the brunt of the assault. Legs uncrossed as she desired more air to reach her covered loins. The female squirmed, her position causing her ample cleavage to shift in a more favorable view toward the prince. Her tongue, did, flick along her lips but the wink was a blink of her eyes, head canted so only one side was visible. Blue-gray eyes moved over the prince as he sat attempting to recover. In this time she imagined crawling beneath the table and working his fly with her teeth... a jolt went through her body and she gasped. These daydreams were so unlike her... what the hell. Alone? she asked in a whispered moment of fear. Alone wasn't a good idea, I-I... She rose, attempting to follow but they were quicker, the old farts. And in her dazed state she could only just stare at the door closing. Her body ached in the strangest of ways, a need to be touched or touch... and fucked. Her knees felt weak at the thought as she turned to the prince speaking behind her. Eyes flickering over him, tongue sweeping her lips as her hands pressed down upon her thighs as she returned to him. An expression upon her face that was as unreadable as certain hieroglyphics. I can't... She mumbled, her body gliding into the seat next to him, hand against her cheek and fingers pressing into her blonde hair. I would be interested in fucking you... not marrying you... but it seems with them one would be the same as the other. She sighed and grasped the closest drink, the ice in the glass clinking as she brought it to her neck, pressing it upon the heated flesh lightly. Sitting up she dipped her fingers in the cup and fished out an ice cube. I planned on taking advantage of you in the men's room... if I had too. But they are being such hard asses... What is all of this for? She slid the cube of frozen water along her exposed collarbone and along the tops of her breasts as she spoke, her eyes drew closed. Mm, god... why is it so damn hot... I swear it's like they are forcing us to get naked... not a bad idea... but not the result they truly want. She laughed softly, half lidded eyes slipping over him. I could say you're an absolute devil and tempt you... like I want to and like I'm sure you've had done a thousand times. Or we can just agree to this and let them down easy... later, much later. Her hand found it's way along his arm, the contact causing wave after wave of desire to pulse through her. Then you can fuck me, like I need you too... She recovered, eyes widening as she sat up straighter. I'm sorry... I'm typically not this... easy. She smiled, losing her thoughts again, You just bring out the whore in me... apparently.