Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

Now, to say that she was keen on being swept off of her feet by random men who just so happened to attend the same University as her, would be a lie. In fact, Evelyn couldn't quite say she was accustomed to being this utterly infatuated with another so quickly at all. She had had her fair share of one-night stands which eventually led to the chosen courters wanting more, and evidently leaving her to wanting them to simply disappear. They had been promising in the beginning, however, the ending result was far from pleasant to the senses. Would Mr. Woodcock be the same case? She hoped not, because he was sounding...feeling, and tasting like an entirely new dose of adventure. Evelyn was hoping that this mounting evening of splendor wouldn't end at the twenty four hour mark, considering that he was quite a joy to be around overall. Yes, he was currently packing heat boldly against her thigh, being this close to her...and yes, she was blissfully flushed from head to toe and wanting him to take complete and utter advantage of her. However, she was well aware that they seemed to get along either way, on a more...platonic basis. That was rare, at least in the instance that she was horribly attracted to him on top of it. He seemed like the perfectly packaged deal. His words forced a breathy huff to escape her, quickly partnered with a playful roll of the eyes. He just didn't give up, did he? Evelyn merely brushed it aside, having been content with keeping herself immeasurably close to him. Well...you know what they say, practice makes perfect. I can only dream of being able to fulfill your standards, she mused tauntingly, dropping her eyes to his chest. Her hand had fallen, palm now pressed to the middle of his pectorals. There, she inched her nails curiously across the soft material of his shirt, enjoying the way his muscles tensed up beneath her touch. In fact, she had long since noticed that she enjoyed getting any type of response from him. That slight giggle that had left him was considerably adorable, and of course the more obvious of answers to her little bouts of teasing, too. To put it bluntly, she found him irresistible. A flash of surprise crossed her pretty features the moment he began on his tangent of having to kick her out. Only, it wasn't just going to be her that would leave this lovely establishment. A shapely brow raised when he brought about the possibility of them taking this blossoming rendezvous elsewhere. Was she against it? Not at all. In fact, a morsel of her had been hoping he would offer her such a compromising position. Once again he didn't fail in tickling her funny bone, forcing a soft laugh to escape her before she was rendered breathless. Such, was due to his whisper...which in turn forced goosebumps to begin spreading across her flesh like wildfire. She tensed briefly, lashes fluttering in arousal and shock. So, he knew her name? Immediately Evelyn turned her head to gaze towards him in wonder, obviously having not expected such information to leave his oh so tempting mouth. Should I be considered as to how you know my name, she asked, pulling away from him just so. Then, she smirked, Come to think of it...it's you who should be concerned, Darryll. I'm not just any woman you meet at your local, over-populated nightclub. You should definitely try to prepare yourself. She wasn't the every day, run-of-the-mill piece of candy found late at night, wanting to be picked up. She was everything but. Evelyn had the talent of forcing any man who had been able to touch her, into growing addicted, as if she were her own aphrodisiac. She was certainly not a force to be reckoned with. At the moment, though, she was as sweet as sugar. Smiling towards him and lightly tugging at the waistband of his trousers, To be honest...I was never good at card games, anyway.