Captive [MXM]

I woke up alone with Warren no where in sight- as to be expected. Luckily, though, it was Saturday. I didn't have any class. With a yawn I slipped my pants and underwear off and tossed them across the room. Next went my shirt.

I knew there was a chance he was watching me. He kept me surveyed from cameras from time to time. I also knew that he was gone and I could do whatever I wanted before he could get here.

My morning wood jutted from my hips and it was painfully erect. I sucked on my bottom lip as I wrapped my hand around the base and gently stroked myself. My phone went off beside me.

I glanced at it and rolled my eyes but picked up.

His voice was deep, "Giving me a show, Paige?

So he was watching. I didn't care. I let out a shaky breath and pumped my fist up and down my length a few more times.

"Ignoring me, what a naughty little slut," he whispered and I released a fluttering moan.

I would never, ever admit how hot and bothered that made me. With a quiet moan I picked up the pace to a comfortable speed. He didn't make me hard. It was just a natural bodily thingy. I didn't need him to help me come.

"Shut up, Warren," I groaned and spread my legs apart as I jacked myself off. I had to get Warren off my mind. I couldn't think about his hands on me or his voice in my ear because I knew that's what would really make me come.

"Come on, babydoll," he whispered, "I could make you come so easily."

A face was quickly planted in my head. Michael, my co-worker at the cafe near campus.

He was cute. A vampire with light brown hair and an easy smile. I wanted him to fuck me. My lips parted as I pictured his cock, long and thick and perfect. He would be gentle and caring while he slipped his dick in.

"Warren, I swear to god. Just let me jack myself off without your intervention," I hissed and bit down on my lower lip, "besides, there's other people that could make me come."

I already knew that Warren was nothing but rough when he fucked me. The thought angered me. It angered me because it aroused me.

"Don't push me, Paige," he warned softly, "I do get jealous."

I pushed Michael back into my head. His hands were caressing my hips and he was whispering words of encouragement in my ears. His shaft was sliding in slow, letting me get used to it.

Then he started fucking me. Thrusting in and out of my wet hole. He moaned in my ear and hit my prostate over and over again. I whimpered softly as my phone went off repeatedly. But then Michael was turning into Warren before I could stop myself. He was impaling me on his cock, focusing on my own climax, making me feel unimaginable pleasure.

"Please," I whined and went faster. Warren was fucking me deeper and deeper, "oh my god, please. M-"

"There we go, sweetheart," he hummed and it almost made me come right then, "are you going to come for me?"

I cut myself off with a moan and arched my back up. I was going to come. I was going to-

"Fuck-" I swore and bucked my hips, "ah, you know what made that good?"

"What?" He mused with interest.

I smiled, "Michael; star of my fantasy. He's pretty hot. I'd absolutely let him bone me."

There was a long pause- not a good sign.

Warren chuckled darkly, "Paige, Paige, Paige, I don't know why you do this. You know I can't just let that slide."

I rolled my eyes, "you wouldn't try anything. You don't know who he is and besides he's a civilian. You have no claim."

"We'll see, babydoll," he warned, "keep your phone on you. I'll send you updates."

"Updates on-" the what died on my tongue because he hung up on me. I bit down on my lower lip. He wouldn't, would he? There's no way he could find Michael. He wasn't that meticulous.

Hopefully.