Playing the Part, page 2
When he looked up and saw who he'd bumped into, he frowned and just like that, I knew the stick he usually had up his ass was still very much wedged in there.
I smirked mockingly and nodded to the door he had just exited.
"What's up, Jace-hole? Something crawled up your butt? Or out of it?” My nickname for him always made me snicker.
"Fuck you, dumbass." He scowled, his hand gripping his backpack tighter before checking me with his shoulder and walking away and out of the library.
I chuckled because seeing him so worked up was honestly funny when all I've ever seen him be was serious and focused. Shrugging off his weird behavior, I opened the door and entered.
The sweet scent of cherries and vanilla wafted to my nostrils as my eyes found Dani slumped over her table, face against the wood, looking dejected.
Frowning, I put my bag on the table and let myself fall into the chair. Dani startled up, finally looking at me.
"Oh. Hi, Levi.” She blushed. God, she was so cute. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in." She gave me a small smile that didn't reach her eyes and started sorting through her papers.
I frowned again, wondering what that little fucker said or did to her to make her look so sad.
"You okay, kitten?" I grabbed the water bottle from my backpack and unscrewed the cap, "I saw Jace get out of here in a hurry. He looked weird, almost… human." I winced. "Something happen’ with him?"
I couldn't keep the concern out of my voice. If he'd done something to her, someone would probably have to bail me out of jail. Jace didn't seem like the type to hurt girls, but damn, you never knew these days.
Taking a swig of water while still looking expectantly at her, she just sighed in desperation and shrugged.
There were a lot of things I was expecting her to say right then, however, she still managed to fucking surprise me.
"It’s nothing. He freaked out when I asked him to have kinky sex with me."
And just like that, the water went down the wrong pipe and I was fucking choking.
Daniella Vega would never cease to surprise me, it seemed.
CHAPTER 2
Levi
"Fucking dammit, I did it again!" Dani exclaimed when I started sputtering, the water in my mouth spraying on the table and drenching some of her papers.
She got up and started tapping my back lightly, muttering about having no filter and "Why do jocks drink so much water anyway". I didn't understand a single word though, still reeling from what she told me earlier.
He freaked out when I asked him to have kinky sex with me.
Kinky sex. With Dani. Dani wanted to have sex with Jace. Kinky sex.
Sex that is kinky.
Daniella Vega wanted to have kinky sex and she'd asked Jace fucking Garriz. The ice king who looked like he spent time in a freezer for fun.
"I'm sorry, I need to stop blurting things out without thinking first."
She got a tissue out of her bag and subconsciously started dabbing at my mouth where water droplets were still running down to my neck. I would have done it myself but my limbs were not working from shock. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the proximity.
I don't even think she realized this was the closest she ever stood to me or the first time even she touched me.
"It's just—" she swallowed thickly, a blush spreading on her cheeks. "I have this online blog where I write and people have been super mean lately, saying I don't know what I'm writing about. So, you know, I did the most logical thing."
"Asked Jace to fuck you?" I managed to squeak out. What kind of logic was that? Damn, just saying it out loud made me angry.
Angry because that dumbass had one of the hottest girls on campus ask him to get naked with her and he left her alone and feeling rejected. What the fuck was wrong with him?
"Well, not only. It's more of a role-play thing. I write erotica so I mostly wanted to try out new… scenarios."
And now I was hard.
Fuck, erotica? Who would've guessed little Daniella Vega was capable of that? She had that air of innocence to her. With her big brown eyes and long dark eyelashes, she mastered the doe look. She mostly wore baggy jeans and sweatshirts. I knew she liked to switch that up in the warmer seasons with slightly cropped tops that let just a sliver of her midriff show or even the occasional summer dress.
So no, at first sight, Dani wasn't someone you would think wrote erotica in her free time.
"Like, with costumes and stuff?" I tried not to sound too eager but just picturing her in a maid or nurse outfit had me damn well near coming.
Her eyes sparkled when she nodded her head fast like an excited kitten.
"Exactly. I figured that would be the best way to go about this. Scenarios, costumes, maybe dedicate a few sessions to body discovery, you know? But it's stupid." She rolled her eyes, slumping down in her seat. "I shouldn't even have brought it up. I should probably resolve myself to say goodbye to Diamond Herrera. It was good while it lasted."
She looked so sad right then. I assumed Diamond Herrera was the pen name she used online, and I made a mental note to look it up later. She rearranged her papers, dabbing a tissue at those who still had droplets of water with a tissue before clearing her throat and sitting straighter.
"I'm sorry, I—I know you probably don't care. I've already taken too much time off your tutoring session, so let's just forget what happened." I didn't know what to say, choosing to stay silent instead, even though I didn't really want to drop the subject.
Pushing her thin gold glasses up on her nose, she went on, "So, the French Revolution…"
She didn't bring up her little predicament again for the rest of the session. And somehow that bothered me.
Because why didn't she ask me, the way she asked Jace?
Daniella
His fingers glistened with my wetness as he rubbed them along my pouty lips, looking at the mess he was creating with hazy eyes. I was transfixed, ready to take whatever he was willing to give me.
“Open up, baby girl. Suck daddy’s fingers like the good little slut I know you are.” he growled. I opened and sucked his drenched fingers into my mouth—
A knock on my door took me out of the trance I seemed to get into whenever I was writing. I groaned, letting my head fall back onto my pillow. Of course, the first time my brain seemed to be getting some inspiration in months had to be spoiled by whoever was interrupting me.
I checked the time only to see it was ten o’clock. Who the hell would knock on my door this late at night? My only friend, Melissa, was home visiting her parents. I didn’t have any roommates, didn’t order food and none of the people I briefly spoke to in class ever came over to my dorm, it didn’t make sense that they would start now.
Getting kind of suspicious, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find—a bottle of hairspray— and walked to the door. I opened it warily, ready to fight whoever was behind it for interrupting my writing spree.
What I wasn’t ready for though, was to see Levi Callahan standing in the hall of my dorm. It was as busy as it got on a Saturday night, some girls walking past us and throwing us curious looks. Probably wondering what he was doing at my place so late at night.
But that was not all. Because Levi?
He didn’t look like himself. At all.
Gone were his jeans and fitted t-shirt, he was not even wearing one of those gray sweatpants I’d seen on him occasionally that deliciously highlighted his strong thighs and, um… other attributes.
He was wearing beige khakis. High-waisted beige khakis, held together by a black leather belt. He had a white button up shirt that hugged his muscled arms so well it looked like it was seconds away from exploding, and on top of it was a sleeveless wool pullover. His shirt was tucked inside his pants, buttoned up all the way up and a red bowtie held it all together around his neck. I blinked slowly as I continued my perusal of his body up until I found his face.
Thick black glasses hung on his nose and they actually looked legit, his eyes seemed the slightest bit smaller through them. His usually unruly dark hair was gelled to the max, separated right in the middle. His plump pink lips were pursed together as he waited for me to be done ogling him.
He looked exactly like you would picture the male version of a goody-two-shoes. He was dressed like a stereotypical nerd.
How did he still manage to make it look hot?
I mean, he was even wearing loafers with high socks. He looked like fucking Clark Kent, all muscles but with a geeky twist. Damn, I shouldn’t feel so attracted to that.
“Levi? What are you doing here? And what’s with the outfit?” I frowned, looking around the hall and seeing some girls were now peeking from their dorms, probably as curious as me.
I liked Levi. He was a really cool guy. Funny too. I also couldn't deny that he was super hot. But we never really talked except for when I was tutoring him. So seeing him on a Saturday night, at my dorm’s door wearing a ridiculous (although hot on him) outfit, was hella out of the ordinary for me.
“Hi, Aria.” He gulped, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
I was surprised a second ago, but now I was totally confused. Aria? Was he high? Did he mistake my dorm his latest hook-up's?
Maybe he couldn’t even see with those glasses and he mistook me for someone else.
“Lev–”
“I’m here for our weekly tutoring session.” He didn’t wait for my answer and simply entered the room, leaving me frazzled and wondering what the hell was happening.
I closed the door after him because I didn’t want wandering eyes to pry into what was going on in my room.
When I turned around, I noticed he had been holding a small backpack and was now unloading its content on my messy desk. Still frowning, I decided to simply lean back against the door and watch silently. Maybe he’d turn around and notice he had the wrong room.
He didn’t look very intent on that though. When he finished, he turned around and looked at me expectantly.
I blinked, not knowing what to do.
“Well? The French Revolution is not gonna learn itself, missy.”
The French what? That was what he and I were currently working on during our tutoring sessions. Matter of fact, it was the subject of our last one, three days ago.
“Levi, what are y–”
“Levi? What are you talking about? I’m Hunter. Hunter Finnegan. I’ve been your tutor for the last two years, Aria.”
Now, that made me freeze.
Hunter Finnegan? Aria? Tutoring?
Oh fuck.
Oh fucking fuck.
There was no way in hell he would–
“Now I don’t know who that Levi guy you’re talking about is, although he does sound really charming and handsome, but we don’t have time to gossip about your latest adventures.”
Oh my God.
He did.
He totally did.
I couldn’t believe what was happening.
See, Hunter and Aria were two characters I had written.
Aria was this bad-ass girl slash player, well known for messing around with whoever she pleased and not taking anything seriously. She was forced to take on a tutor and was assigned the hot but self-righteous Hunter whom she couldn’t stand for the life of her. Although being the same age, he was her complete opposite. Strict, snobbish and really prudish. He was also a virgin and knew next to nothing about women. Their relationship started out pretty tense but then they kind of ended up hitting it off, until eventually, Aria was the one who ended up tutoring him.
I had written that a year ago. It was pretty obvious Levi had found my blog, but how much exactly had he read to go back a whole year?
“Well?” He looked at me expectantly, and I felt my hands trembling.
Fuck, he was really doing this.
When he’d asked me what was wrong at the beginning of our last tutoring session, I blurted out the whole truth without thinking twice about it. Part of it was because I had little to no filter, but another was because I knew Levi wouldn’t judge me or, God forbid, run out of the room like a certain someone before him.
I never in a million years would have thought he would try to help me solve my problem.
But here he was.
“Aria? Are you okay?” He looked unsure suddenly, and although he’d used the name of my character to address me, it felt like he was talking to me.
Contrary to what I initially thought, having him here, alone in my room didn’t feel weird. I never felt that way with him, to be honest.
I tutored a lot of jocks, and I was friendly with all of them. Most didn’t try to hit on me, they were simply friendly, cordial. Some of them who now graduated even told me to call them if I ever needed anything.
Levi was the one I had the most fun with, but again, I never would have thought he’d do this for me. Had I known, I would have asked him first, not Jace.
The look he sent me said the ball was in my court. I could play along and cross a line I had never ever crossed before, or call him out, ask him what the hell he was doing here and kick his ass out of my dorm. Figuratively speaking, of course, because he was twice my size.
In the rest of Hunter and Aria’s short story– Nerdgasm as I’d called it, Aria got fed up with Hunter's know-it-all attitude and decided to teach him a lesson. A lesson on something he was pretty fucking unfamiliar with– female anatomy.
Fuck, I had to say, imagining myself replaying that particular story with Levi fucking Callahan made me want to rub my thighs together. He was so fucking hot and seeing him dressed like Hunter just made the horny little hussy in me cry for relief. Also, the whole situation made me want to smile. Because who knew Levi could be such a dork?
Most guys our age wouldn’t put that much effort into getting laid. Especially not someone as notorious as Levi. Not when girls were literally throwing themselves at him left and right. So that made the situation pretty funny to me. Hot and funny and shit– were we really doing this?
I gulped and bit my lip, knowing the words I would use next would determine how the rest of our night would go. I would either end up watching reruns of Parks & Recs alone in my bed while polishing off a tub of Ben & Jerry's, or I would go to bed satiated and pleasured beyond belief after a night of crazy shenanigans with a hot jock.
For the first time since he’d come into this room, Levi’s carefully crafted confidence wavered. He looked unsure for a second, especially given how long it was taking me to react.
When I finally cleared my throat, he looked ready to burst. I softened my eyes in an attempt to look seductive before taking a step towards him, letting my finger run along his strong, shirt-clad arm.
“You know what, Hunter? I think I can be the one to teach you something tonight.”
CHAPTER 3:
Levi
I was so fucking hard it hurt.
After spending the better part of the last three days stalking Dani’s blog, I had read over sixty short stories featuring all kinds of kinks and scenarios. I’d chosen Nerdgasm because I thought it would be funny to have our role reversed somehow– for me to be her tutor even though it usually was the other way around.
I’d gone with my gut, risking getting hit in the face and called a pervert but it was totally worth it. I had walked across campus with this ridiculous outfit on and my teammates were never going to let me live this down, but, again, totally worth it.
Because the look Dani– sorry, Aria, was giving me right now?
Fuck, she looked delicious.
It took all of me not to pull her to me and kiss the fuck out of her right then, but I wanted to show her she could trust me. That meant she would get to take the reins for this first time. That’s also part of why I chose Nerdgasm. Aria was the one to instigate everything, Hunter only looked and touched when and where she told him.
I still remembered when I stumbled upon that particular story, the urge to rub my cock had eventually been stronger and I ended up coming all over my hand like a fucking high-schooler. I was twenty-one, for God’s sake. I should have more control over my body, but the whole story was just too hot, especially when all I could see was Daniella as Aria.
