He pressed my face farther into the pillow to muffle the sounds escaping from my lips, his fingers twisting and pulling my hair. His other hand reached around to rub circles around my clit.
My legs twitched, and warmth spread from my cheeks down my neck, pooling in my core. The coil wound tighter with his thrusts as they fell out of rhythm. He was close, I could tell. I bit my lip as a wave passed over my body. So was I.
"Please," I breathed, my hands making fists under the pillow, sheets between my fingers. "More." I said because I couldn't form any other words. I needed him to keep filling me over and over. I didn't want it to stop.
The fingers in my hair tightened, shooting pain across my scalp. "Did I say you could speak," Light hissed shakily in my ear. It was meant to be a threat, but only made me want more.
"N-no, sir," I stuttered.
He lowered, his chest pressing against my back, to suck my earlobe between his teeth. It created an entirely new angle that spiked the coil, and released it. A cry tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him. I bit my lip to keep quiet as he rode out my orgasm.
I felt him lift from my back, replacing his torso with his hand. Complying, I dropped to my stomach, sliding my legs between his one at a time. His knees rested on either side of my hips, his length still buried deep inside me.
I gasped when he moved, the tightened space making him feel larger, making me feel fuller when he pressed into me, and emptier when he pulled out.
He wasted no time maximizing his speed, as close as he was. I steadied my breath to keep from crying out—neither one of us would've enjoyed his parents knocking on the door mid orgasm. His lips slid across my shoulders, pressing a few chaste kisses until he was nearly there. Then, his teeth scraped against my skin, and bit down at the same time he shoved himself deep and paused.
The way his fingers gripped her my pulsed with his release, and then loosened, sliding down the strands, down my neck, my back, and around to grip my waist. My face flushed hotter when his tongue traced the teeth marks he'd left. So good. The sex was always so good.
I attributed it to his need to dominate and my need to submit. It was partly why this arrangement worked well for both of us. That, and neither of us valued pillow talk nor had any expectations.
I let out a shaky sigh when he slid out, leaving me cold and empty.
"Wanna grab a bite?" I asked, propping myself on my elbows when he plopped down next to me.
His eyes shifted to me and I could see him struggling to answer. The lines between what is allowed inside verses outside of the bedroom blurs once both of them are satisfied.
"No," he answered finally, sighing. "I need to study. I should be able to concentrate now." It was such a typical Light answer that I just shrugged.
"Suit yourself," I said, extracting myself from the bed.
His eyes followed me as I found my pants and pulled them on. "Are you going back to To-Oh?"
I nodded and grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head. "Yeah. This may have been my reinforcement for studying all afternoon, but I need to get back to my dorm. Gotta sleep sometime."
He shifted as I sat back on the bed to pull my shoes on. "It's only 6," he said.
I shrugged, thinking of charcoal colored eyes. "I do need to eat," I emphasized. "If I didn't know any better," I smirked, tying the last shoelace, "I'd say you wanted me to stay."
His amber eyes widened a fraction and he looked away. "Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed and sat up. "I just think it'd be a shame if your grades slipped and we had to stop."
I raised my eyebrow. Lying to anyone didn't come easily for me, so I didn't. Lie to myself that is. "I wouldn't let my grades slip. You know me." I looked away, unable to stop myself.
He snorted. "Have you forgotten how long I've known you?"
"No," I defended. "You know damn well where my priorities lie," I said and blew him a kiss before shoving open his window.
I'd parked down the street so no one would notice a car out front of Light's house—more importantly so Light's family wouldn't notice. People I slept with had families, and families had a lot of questions I didn't want to answer or didn't have the answers for. It was easier to avoid them altogether, especially when our relationship was unconventional the way it was.
I locked the doors as soon as I closed the driver's side and stuck the key in the ignition.
"Miss Akane."
"Fuck," flew out of my mouth and I whipped around, coming face to face with an older man with white hair wearing a black fedora and a computer in his lap. "Why are you in my car?"
He continued as though I hadn't said anything. "My name is Watari. I am here on behalf of L."
At the famous detective's name, my shoulders sagged. At least this fucker wouldn't kill me. I hoped. "Why?" I repeated.
He opened his computer and turned it around to face me. The screen was white with nothing but L's signature. "Miss Akane, please listen to me," L said through a voice scrambler.
I blinked and swallowed hard.
"There's something I'd like to discuss with you in private," L said. "Are you free for lunch tomorrow?"
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel so no one would notice them trembling. "I-uh n-yeah. I was- I was going to meet a friend but I can reschedule."
"Good," he replied. "Watari will pick you up and bring you to me. Don't bring your cellphone." The screen went black and the man named Watari closed it.
"Sorry to frighten you, Miss," Watari smiled genuinely and opened the car door. When he closed it, I leaned back to check the back seats and re-locked the doors.
L.
The L wanted to meet me, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. Sure I was excited about meeting L, because everyone wants to meet someone famous, right? Had I done something wrong?
I wasn't near the top of my class, but I did well enough to pass and then some.
I took a deep breath when I started feeling light headed, and then another. I had an unfortunate tendency to forget to breathe, which resulted in panic attacks, light headedness, and nausea. As I took long, deep breaths, I pulled out my phone and texted Light. Even through texting, I was a shit liar, so I took it as close to the truth as I felt I could.
'I won't be able to do lunch tomorrow. Something came up. Dinner?' I sent the text then tossed the phone into the cup holder. If I'd cancelled altogether, he'd definitely start questioning. But since I rescheduled, I might be able to pull the 'I have an exam to study for' excuse. Which technically wouldn't be a lie at all. There was always an exam to study for.
The phone vibrated less than a minute later with an answer. 'Sounds good.'
That was another thing I liked about Light, I thought, pulling out of the parking spot. He wasn't wordy, and didn't ask too many questions. He also wasn't my boyfriend, so the obligation wasn't there. What we had wasn't perfect—as nothing is—but it worked for us.