Five Finger Folly (601 views)

As much as Hallie liked to have control, she couldn’t deny that being whipped around and pressed to aggressively to her car was hot. She kept her arms around his neck, her nails roughly digging into it. She could feel his lips a few inches away from her neck and arched it slightly, but he didn’t kiss her, he decided to just let her go and folded his arms across his chest. He had a challenging sparkle in his eyes that drew her in.

Hallie reached over and slid her hand over to Syl, going over the material of his shirt as she did so. Her tough was light and teasing as she let her eyes grow half-lidded.

”First thing’s first, I’m definitely confiscating this shit of yours. For all I know you stole it.” She said, stepping away from him then and walking towards the dorms with a sashay in her hips. She gestured as though she intended for Syl to follow, but didn’t look back. ”And for that little stunt you pulled earlier, I’m going to confiscate your pants. You should know better than to try and one-up me.”

”That sounds like exactly what a criminal would say,” Hallie said, but he followed her. When she felt his thumb and pointer fingers hook into the loops of her jeans she smirked to herself, especially when he yanked her back towards him. She fought against his pulls though, making a rhythm between the two of them of push and pull. When he got close enough to whisper in her ear Hallie couldn’t deny the way it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

”Oh, I don’t think you’ll fit in my pants,” she said. Once they entered the building Hallie giggled at the raised brows that her acquaintance behind the info desk gave her. The boy shrugged his shoulders and looked away from Syl and Hallie, turning back to his laptop. Hallie led the way towards the elevator door and waited for it to reach their floor. Here she allowed herself to step backwards, rubbing her ass against Syl’s crotch, her hands sliding to her waist, tugging her top up slightly, exposing the skin of her lower back. ”You’re welcome to try and squeeze in, though. I like tight fits.”

Hallie kept herself cool and composed as Syl trailed his hands up her body, to her jeans, his fingers teasing the button on the jeans there. She acted like she was unaffected until the doors opened and the two of them were inside – once the doors shut she whirled around suddenly and crashed her lips against his. The kiss was aggressive and her lips moved fast, hungrily, as her hands slipped down to thumb the waist of his jeans. When she pulled away from his lips she bit on his lower lip gently and pulled it back with her, then let her eyes rest on his face as the elevator dinged, signaling her floor.

”I don’t know if you know this, but my lips can taste lies,” She said, and she turned back around and tugged Syl out of the elevator. ”You’ll have to get my pants off of me in order to try them on – I doubt they’d fit the both of us.”

At his comment Hallie wiggled her eyebrows – neither confirming nor denying whether or not it was a taste she enjoyed – and instead ushered Syl through the hall towards her suite. She passed by a few people, mostly strangers, who paid her little mind. She was not unknown for bringing strangers to her bed. When he said he wouldn’t be trying her jeans on first, they reached her door and she slowed and turned around to face him. Their faces were inches apart and she reached a hand up, to pat him on the shoulder.

”I don’t kiss on demand.” She informed him. With her other hand she unlocked her dormitory door and pulled Syl in by the shoulder.

The suite was kept relatively clean, with a few stray magazines on the table. Hallie’s suitemates were all out save for Lola, who she knew was in her room but wouldn’t mind the noise. She pulled him farther, then, until she reached her door and unlocked that. Once she did she shoved Syl inside the room and towards her bed.

She shut the door behind her (not lock, in case she called her and Lola’s safe-phrase at all during this) and approached Syl again, approaching him on the bed. She propped a knee up to rest beside his thigh, and grinned at him. ”I’m not going to make the first move all the time,” she informed him.

Hallie just hummed in response to Syl. Oh, proper punishment could be arranged. She got him down onto the bed and immediately started to crawl on top of him, with a seductive smirk on her face. When he touched her she couldn’t help but shutter and feel a tingling start in the pit of her stomach that was slowly inching downwards.

When she felt his hands slip up to her jeans and began to undo her jeans. She hummed against his lips, kissed him back until he pulled away, and then pinned him down to the bed. Her hair was falling down on either side of his head, her lips slightly parted and her cheeks slightly flushed with exertion. She reached down and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her waist, and pinned it to the bed, too.

”Your punishment is certainly not to stay in control,” She said in a low voice, as she released his hand and lowered hers, undoing his pants and hiking a hand to tease the skin just above his crotch, keeping far enough away so it wasn’t a direct touch but close enough that he’d be kept frustrated. ”I’m setting the pace, Mr. Criminal. And your first bit of punishment is that you’re not allowed to get off until you’ve got me all hot and bothered.”