CHAPTER 2 - I Need You To Fuck Me;

　　Third Person Narrative;

　　"Asher? "Vivian's voice calls Asher out from sleep, and a grunt escapes his lips as he shifts in his bed. He was fast asleep a few seconds ago, but now, although his eyes are still shut, his guts are filled to the brim with annoyance.

　　"Asher...? "Vivian coos again as she walks into his bedroom, and Asher inhales deeply to get his nerves together, before finally pulling his eyes open, and squinting them from the morning sunlight that's spilled all over his bedroom.

　　"Good morning, baby... "Vivan greets as she smiles at Asher and he simply stares at her. This girl just won't give up, will she?

　　Asher thinks to himself before finally speaking, and sitting up.

　　"What are you still doing here? Don't you have classes today? "He questions and Vivian pouts. "Babe, is that how you'd greet me good morning? "She questions, and he gives her a look. "Fine... I do have classes, but I'm gonna bunk em. For you...

　　You know... Maybe we can pick up from where we stopped last night... "She finally replies, while flaunting her unclad body under the bathrobe she's in, and Asher scoffs with a smirk as he runs his fingers through his long black hair.

　　"Come here. "He orders as he signals Vivian over with a finger, and excitement bursts on her sight as she rushes over to the bed, and sits beside him.

　　"You're such a hopeless, little, slut, aren't you? "He speaks as he wraps his arms around her, but her building excitement allows her to ignore his words. The same way it always does.

　　"You're hopeless... "He continues as he pulls her left leg away from the other, and begins to add pressure on her sex, through the cotton robe.

　　Vivian looks up at him through her full, artificial lashes, with lust building in her eyes.

　　"You like that, don't you? "He speaks again as his fingers slip under the robe, and lands right on her uncovered sex.

　　He places a finger on her delicate clit, and begins to massage it. Pressing and teasing it with such mastery. Mastery he's acquired over years of experience.

　　A moan escapes Vivian as Asher plants a wet kiss on her now exposed shoulder, and he smirks. He traces around her pussy with another finger, and Vivian shoots her gaze up at him in desperation, as he places his finger right on her entrance.

　　He smirks at how desperate she looks. Hungry and lusting for a taste of him. He slips his finger into her wet opening, and Vivian begins to lose control as he starts moving slowly, in and out of her.

　　He increases his speed and moves to two fingers, and Vivian begins to twist and curl in pleasure, while Asher holds her down. She keeps moaning and screaming in pleasure, and Asher basks in the moment. Enjoying the lustful mess he's turning her into.

　　He suddenly stops and pulls his fingers out of her. Causing her to look up at him with questioning eyes.

　　She places a hand on his length which is somehow unaffected and not hard, by what just happened.

　　Another thing Vivian still doesn't understand about Asher is that he has had enough of her. So much so, that it would take more than what just transpired between them, to get him in the mood to do anything more with her.

　　"You want me, don't you? You want me to fill you up... "He speaks as he takes his fingers up to her lips, and she nods hungrily. Her grey eyes filled with so much want and hunger.

　　He remains silent as she sucks her juice off his fingers. Licking them so delicately and tenderly, and once she's done, he speaks again.

　　"Well, too bad. Cause I'm not in the mood to. "He says as he lets go of her, and gets off the bed. Leaving her with her mouth hanging open.

　　"What!? Asher... Don't do this to me... You can't leave me like this. I... I was so close to cuming... "Vivian protests shamelessly, and Asher scoffs.

　　"That's your punishment. I've told you before. Never call me baby, or any of those pet names when we're not in bed. "He replies, and Vivian stares at him in horror.

　　He isn't really planning on leaving her like this, is he? He's left her so wet and horny. What cruel punishment would it be for him to leave her to sort her urges out on her own!!

　　"Okay... Okay. I've heard you. I promise I'd never do that again. Just... Just please come back to bed. I need you to fuck me... "Vivian begs, and Asher smirks at her as he picks his shirt off the ground, and throws it on.

　　"Go clean yourself up, and attend your lectures. Leave my key in the flower pot when you're done. "He says to her, as he walks away from the bedroom, and Vivian stares at him in horror.

　　"Asher! "She calls in disbelief, but he doesn't turn back. She listens to the front door slam shut

　　-indicating that Asher just left the house- and she grunts in annoyance.

　　Asher wants Vivian to understand that she has no grip on him, and is in no way special than the other girls he shares his bed with.

　　Vivian keeps trying to place herself higher than where she truly is in Asher's life, -Which is significantly very low- and that keeps irking Asher.

　　She pulls herself off the bed and throws the bathrobe off in annoyance. She helps herself to the bathroom and stands under the shower hoping that the water would wash her lustful desires away. But that doesn't happen.

　　As the water runs through her red hair, turning it into a somewhat shade of black, and the rest of her body, she can't help but think about the previous night, and how it felt.

　　How it all felt.

　　The feel of Ashers kisses on her neck, down to her breasts. The feel of his kisses down between her legs. How gently he kissed and sucked the delicate folds of her sex. And her nipples. How he kissed and sucked each one.

　　The glorious feeling of his tongue running over her rock-hard nipples. How mercilessly and hungrily he groped and massaged her breasts. Her plump, full breasts.

　　And God, his length!! The out-of-this-world feeling of his thick, hard, long length ramming in and out of her...

　　There was no part of her body that Asher didn't leave an impression on.

　　In no time at all, Vivian found her back pressed against the wall with one hand on her breast and the other between her legs.

　　Her fingers doing the things she wished Asher's length would have done to her a few minutes ago.

　　Her soft, uncontrollable moans echo through the empty house as she pleasures herself. Masturbating to the thoughts of Asher.

　　Yes, he's that good. Good enough to make any girl cum without actually being there.

　　********* Chelsea's POV;

　　'So, how are you, honey? 'My mother's sweet voice questions and I roll my eyes. I've been on this call with her for over five minutes now, and she's asked this exact question four times already.

　　"I'm fine, mom. Like I said about a minute ago. "I reply with my phone pressed between my ear and shoulder, as I battle to put my Jean pants on.

　　'Alright... Alright, sorry. I just don't want to end the call yet. 'She confesses, and I exhale in relief as I finally manage to pull the jeans up.

　　"Is that so? Who would ever have guessed? "I reply sarcastically as I button up the jeans and hold my phone properly, and she giggles.

　　'Silly girl. So, tell me. Have you finally met your other roommate? 'She questions and I turn around to stare at the third bed in the room, which has been empty since yesterday when I arrived.

　　"No, mom. Even Ashley says she hasn't met her yet. "I reply, as I turn back to my bed, and my mom falls silent for a second.

　　Well, I only hope she's as nice as Ashley. 'She replies, and I smile. "Yeah, same here... "I reply honestly, and my mom falls silent again.

　　I'd leave you now. I don't want you to be late for your tour. 'She says, and I smile. ' Trevor said I should pass you his love. 'She quickly adds, and I giggle.

　　"Aww. Send my kisses to him. "I reply, and my mom chuckles. ' Will do, honey. Bye, now. Love you. 'She replies, and I smile.

　　"I love you too, mom. "I reply, and with that, she ends the call.

　　I stand still for a second. Still smiling at the conversation I just had with my mom, and I turn back to look at the third bed in the room.

　　There's no exact thought in my mind, just hope that whoever owns that bed, won't be a terrible person.

　　I turn to the mirror I hung on my locker's door, and access my dressing again. I'm in a blue and white patterned office shirt and have only buttoned my collar button and the one below it, alongside the cuffs of the shirt. Leaving the white singlet I wore beneath the shirt to be visible. Then I'm in a pair of dark blue jean pants, and white sneakers.

　　I smile in approval of my appearance and pack my hair into a ponytail. I then grab my cross-shoulder bag and take a deep breath. Ready to leave the room.

　　Ashley isn't around. She told me she had a study session with some of her friends, and left about an hour ago.

　　I step out of the room and lock the door. I can't wait to tour this great school.

　　It still feels surreal that I got an admission into this grand school. I feel so proud of myself... I'm going to be the best student I can be!!