Hey there again!
So we're here today to present you the next chapter of this mature adventure. And who's our boy this time? Like we mentioned last time, we won't tell in the title. Read and you'll find out ;)
As usual, betareading was done by the co-author (the more we write and read, the further we fall into the abyss of perviness. Oh well... it's not like we regret it, anyway LOL)
Disclaimer: We'll never own La Corda d'Oro. We can only daydream and fantasize of all this happening xD
Melody #3
Breaking The Laws
I'm sick at being ogled at. It really isn't my fault for looking the way I do. People say I'm pretty, attractive, and so on. I'm thankful for every compliment, though. But people – men – don't really have to observe every movement of mine, do they?
And along with those compliments, come also the typical saying that beauty and brain don't go together. I've even heard that there's apparently a law that says: Beauty is inversely proportional to brain. And so, since people usually see my looks first, they tend to assume I'm just a face without a brain. Yeah, right.
And that's exactly why I've always worked hard for my academic achievements: To prove that so-said law wrong. I ranked high at the Nationals during high school, passed the exam for this privileged university with flying colors and keep on working hard in each project and test from then on, until date.
Someone poked my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. I almost jerked. How long was I daydreaming?
I turned my head and saw Etou, one of my classmates, standing behind me, with his thumb pointing backwards.
"Time for the group project," he nonchalantly said, then left as soon as he finished saying his words, leaving me quite blank in my seat.
I just realized that class had just ended for today. And yesterday, we had agreed to continue working on our group project today after class. With the realization in mind, I hurriedly packed my things, got up from my seat and followed Etou out of the classroom.
I unconsciously watched his walking form from behind. He was one-of-the-kind. Quite good-looking, smart, quick-witted and sharp-mouthed. The type of person to become a great lawyer. And yet he was nonchalant, and was one of the few to leave me alone without ogling nor gossiping all the time, behaving as if he didn't really care.
And yet...
Something about his indifferent persona had left me curious. And all the more since we'd been assigned in the same group for this project.
The first time the four members of the group sat together in a round to discuss the project, he only sat there with arms folded in front of his chest and a half-smirk across his face while listening to what the other members had to say, while his eyes showed disinterest and seemed to be looking down on the whole thing. That attitude made me almost want to punch him right on the face. But later, as soon as he started to speak up, giving comments, ideas and points of view... wow, I'd have to say he left me speechless and in awe! That was quite something!
And since that day, the four of us had been spending three times a week working on the project after class until early evening for the last three weeks. So far, it had always been very business-like. We sat together in a round, worked for hours, and went directly home afterwards, each on our own. We never went to drink or eat, and not even once hung out together.
Seems like today is going to be the exact same routine, I thought, as I followed Etou into the study room where the other two guys, Oda and Takagi, were already sitting at the round table in the middle of the room, packed with heavy books. And Takagi was plugging his laptop when we entered.
After shortly greeting both men in the room, we sat on the empty seats and as soon as everything was prepared, started working without much talking.
"Aaahh… I'm fed up!" I heard Etou grunt across me after almost four hours of non-stop discussion and typing along.
I shot him a glance from my writing position, although my fringe almost blocked my view.
He stretched his arms upwards while leaning back on his chair. He looked tired and totally beat up. But somehow, something in that attitude looked interesting to me.
Wait, what am I thinking? I shook my mind off and continued writing, pretending not to mind.
On my left, Oda looked at his watch, while Takagi was still typing on his laptop.
"Etou, I think it's enough for today. We're nearly finished anyway," I heard Oda say while he started closing his books then looked at each of us. "Let's continue tomorrow."
Takagi nodded, then saved the documents and waited for his laptop to turn off while packing his books.
"Aren't you leaving, too?" I heard Etou ask.
Not knowing who exactly he was talking to, I raised my head. I saw that he was looking directly to me, so I pointed at myself and mouthed 'me?'. When he nodded shortly, I gazed at each of the guys. Takagi and Oda were packing their things, while Etou was still leaning on the back of his seat with his hands behind his head.
"You guys can leave first. I want to finish this part today," I finally answered with an assuring smile, gaining a nod from both Takagi and Oda.
"I'll keep you company then," Etou suddenly answered, something I actually hadn't expected.
I looked at him, a bit surprised, but he was still sitting in the same position. And although it was a nice and gentlemanly offer, his expression was totally nonchalant. So I only gave him a smile of gratitude, a small nod and resumed writing.
Not long after, Takagi and Oda had finished packing. We said and waved each other goodbye and they left, leaving me in silence with Etou alone.
I heard the sound of pages being turned. From under my fringe, I glanced towards the sound and saw Etou searching a specific page from a textbook and when he found it, started reading with his right elbow leaned on the table, his right hand supporting his forehead.
I only smiled at the view. He didn't actually look like a diligent and smart Law student. Far from that, even. If you didn't know better, his attitude and looks would make you rather relate him to a biker gang or something similar. Well, at least, that was the first impression he gave me the first time I saw him at the Administration Room. I was queuing right behind him, and when he finished and turned around, his shoulder knocked against mine. It was actually quite hard, but he didn't even bother to say sorry.
Back then, I almost yelled at him, but I didn't want to cause a commotion in the almost jammed room, so I just memorized the face I got to see for that slightest moment and cursed inwardly at him.
And as if God were playing with my life, that brat was obviously in the same class as me. I remembered having cynically thought that he wouldn't be able to survive in this privileged Faculty. But, well, I guess I was wrong. And somehow, as time passed by, I was glad I was...
Around fifteen minutes later, I finished the paragraph I was working on. I moved my tense neck sideward to ease it while eyeing at Etou who was still reading.
I closed my notebook.
"Etou-kun," I called him while putting my pen in my pencil case before zipping it.
He raised his head with slight questioning look. Then a thought crossed my mind.
"I'm finished. Want to grab a bite first?" I asked, somehow half-hoping to break the business-like routine that was getting old and boring.
I saw his lips curving upwards, forming something that looked like a smile – or rather, a smirk – and shrugged casually.
"Sure," he simply muttered.
We stuffed our things in our bags, then walked out of the room through the corridors of the building. It was almost eight in the evening and the spring sun was setting. The inside of the building was practically empty. There were no lectures held anymore at this time of the day, and students who weren't too studious learning in the library or study rooms had already left.
We walked side-by-side in silence. Etou with his backpack, and me with my large tote bag and hugging a folder in my arms.
Almost at the end of the corridor, before turning to take the stairs down, we passed by a room with open door. As I glanced inside instinctively, seeing something I'd never got to witness in this building: a beautiful sunset.
"Hey, you can see the sunset perfectly from here!" I simultaneously said, then half-ran inside the empty room that was dark, saved from the rays of sun penetrating through the windows.
I stood by the window in awe. I'd always loved watching sunsets since I was a little girl. It always made me feel calm and at ease.
I was watching the breathtaking scene before me, when I heard light steps and a second later, I saw Etou standing beside me from the corner of my eye.
I turned my head towards him. "Isn't it beautiful?" I asked, simply having the urge to share the contented feeling that was mounting inside me.
"Yeah, beautiful," he answered in a somehow awkward and weird tone I'd never heard from him before.
I watched different emotions ran across his face. It was somehow strange – and amusing – to see the usually bratty guy changing facial expressions that seemed like slow motion, although everything actually happened in a very short moment, before he looked away again.
I looked back towards the setting sun through the window and chuckled.
"Why do I bother in telling you this, anyway? It's not like you'd be interested in it," I said in a defeated tone while shaking my head slowly.
"Let's go," I added.
I spun my body and was ready to walk away, when suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist. I stopped midway, surprised. I looked downwards to my hand and the warm fingers around my wrist.
"E-Etou-kun?" I asked, perplexed.
He moved to stand facing me. Half of his face was covered by reddish streams of light, while the other half was dark. He showed an incomprehensible expression while his gaze pierced right into my eyes, making me shiver. That gaze almost felt like undressing every layer of my persona.
"Don't... look at me like that," I murmured while looking away. I felt my heart strangely beating faster.
"I said beautiful, didn't I?" he suddenly asked in a heavy tone. "So don't go saying I'm not interested."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What is he trying to say?
"Should I repeat so you understand? You are beautiful," he added.
I snapped my head towards him again as soon as I heard his last sentence. I watched his features, thinking that it must be some kind of lame joke.
I laughed soundlessly. "What kind of joke is that, Etou-kun?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked seriously.
"But we aren't talking about me. I said the sunset was beautiful," I insisted.
"Well, and I decided that you are. Not the sunset. As easy as that," he responded with a curious smile.
I was lost at words. I couldn't understand how he was able to say it so easily. I was still looking at him, trying to comprehend. But his poker face didn't reveal a thing.
He suddenly stepped forward, closer to me. Then, with his free hand, he cupped my cheek and jaw. I gulped at the sudden and unexpected nearness.
"What-"
I couldn't finish my question as he had suddenly covered my mouth with his. Our lips locked, something that was actually against my nature. I never kissed a stranger. That was my law. And yet, this interesting almost stranger succeeded in making me succumb in a mere movement. It was as though my brain cells were dead in that instant and weren't able to tell my body to push him away.
I felt his lips leave mine a moment later, leaving me perplexed, and yet having expected more.
And as sudden as his lips left, in a blink of an eye we locked our lips again, now in a much, much higher intensity. He put his backpack down in a quick motion, then his arms swung around my figure while his lips busily battled with mine. I automatically dropped my folder and bag, then wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed his reddish hair.
I felt his hand roam downwards to my butt while the other cupped the back of my head. Not long after, his mouth left mine and he proceeded to kiss my neck.
While his hungry mouth busily kissed and bit the skin of my neck, he pushed me towards the window until my back touched the cold and transparent material of the glass.
Not long after, his hands were already busy with the waistband of my jeans. He pulled my blouse up, uncovering my stomach and pink bra. While his mouth never left my neck, his hands moved upwards to cup my breasts, soon squeezing them passionately.
I couldn't help but feel my body heating up and my heart beating furiously, while some kind of heat started building beneath. Something I hadn't felt in a very long time.
With a hand, he proceeded to brush the cup of my bra away, leaving nothing between that sensitive part and the palm of his hand. I moaned when I felt the heat of his hand cupping my breast. And I gasped when he touched the pebble on the peak with his thumb and expertly brushed it.
I could feel the soft pebble turn hard and at the same time my legs went rubbery as a reaction to his touch.
Meanwhile, his free hand unbuttoned my jeans and then moved underneath the fabric to cup my butt, pulling my lower body closer to him. I wasn't surprised when my abdomen touched something that was hardening under his pants. It even made me shiver with anticipation.
I moved my hands to the waistband of his pants and started unbuckling his belt.
"You're naughty," he said with a smirk while looking hungrily at me, feeling the movement of my hands on the level of his waist.
I smiled back with a curious feeling of desire building inside me. "I wouldn't be if you haven't made me," I whispered, or rather, purred.
As soon as his belt was unbuckled, I proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants. While still gazing at him, my hand moved underneath his boxer shorts until I found his hard length.
"Don't touch it. It's dangerous," he murmured, but his tone hinted the exact opposite.
"How dangerous can it be?" I asked, while I wrapped my fingers around it.
He gasped when I touched his deadly weapon and started brushing my fingers around it. He closed his eyes, savoring the excitement, and his expression made me hungry myself, so I took it out of his boxer and touched it all over.
"It's dangerous...," he repeated, gasping. "It's heavily loaded."
"Well then, show me," I challenged him.
He opened his eyes, then cupped the back of my head and pulled me for another battle of lips and tongues. Our moans got louder as I continued my play and he proceeded his journey into finding my other breast.
I felt light-headed and hot all over...
"Etou-kun...," I whispered, nearly inaudible.
"I can't... wait any longer," he desperately said against my mouth.
He suddenly lifted my butt and sat me on the nearest table and stripped me out of my jeans and panties. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my waist as his mouth travelled downwards to my breasts and played with them hungrily in turns, using his expert lips, tongue and teeth.
I moaned again, feeling the great pleasure he was making me experience. Meanwhile, my hand was still busy with his exquisite hardness and wasn't able to let go.
Suddenly, he took my hand from his long manliness and faced me.
"I'll show you how dangerous it can be," he murmured while his eyes were heavy with lust.
I nodded lazily between short breaths. His load had already felt good in my hand, so it should feel much better inside.
He lifted my legs and pulled them apart, then put them around his waist.
With a thrust, he was already inside. My back arched in reaction, and I had to put my hands behind me on the table to sustain my equilibrium.
With another thrust, his weapon was fully trapped inside me. Then he started pumping, slowly first, and grew faster later, while his arms grabbed my waist to keep me as close as possible to him.
I felt the walls inside me being brushed all over with his hard length. So delicious, so heavenly... The size and rhythm was just perfect, turning from fast to slow and repeating all over again.
He leaned forward to kiss me again with an irresistible passion, biting my lips all over, although we were both already short-breathed. I swung an arm around his neck so he wouldn't let my mouth go while our lower bodies were busy with their own rhythm.
Sweat had started to form on our foreheads and all over our bodies. Adrenaline rushed through inside and beneath.
"You feel... good," he breathlessly whispered in between kisses.
I wasn't able to answer. I was almost directly sent to heaven. My body was hot, and his touch felt like burning my skin. Something hot was building in the area between my thighs, nearly exploding.
"I'm... going...," I managed to mutter.
"Not yet!" he commanded, then in a split second, took his length out of me and set me on my feet again.
I wanted to protest, but he had already put me down and swung me around to face the table I was sitting on. With a knee, he set my legs further apart, then introduced me again from behind me.
"Aaaahh..." I nearly screamed in delight and surprise, that I had to grab the edges of the table to avoid from falling as he moved inside me once again with enormous speed.
His arms grabbed my body again, a hand busying itself with my breasts once again while the other travelled down to my abdomen and further.
He leaned forward to press his chest against my back, and as he continued to thrust, he leaned his chin on my shoulder and between short breaths, started whispering naughty words regarding the process down there that turned me – and him – on.
I gasped, searching for air, as he had taken my breath away. It felt so good, a sensation I'd never experienced before.
"I think... I'm coming," Etou breathlessly whispered into my ear.
"Me... too," I replied. I was almost blinded with pleasure by the time.
I felt something heavy growing more and more inside me, until it exploded gloriously and pleasurably, without me being able to avoid. I let out a cry in full ecstasy, feeling the beautiful sensation that flew to the very tips of my fingers.
At almost the same time, Etou's body shook behind me, grabbing me tighter, while something warm flew inside me, adding the pleasure I was feeling just now. He gasped and held his breath in a short moment while his weapon emptied the very last bullets inside me.
A moment later, he took it out, and we both collapsed on the floor in a sitting position, and all the while he was still holding me from behind.
"That was the most splendid thing I've ever had," he murmured then into my ear.
"Well, you were right about the dangerous thing," I answered with a chuckle. And I heard him chuckle beside my face in response.
"And it only lasted like... fifteen minutes?" he said in his usual sarcastic tone.
Once again, I broke my own laws. I said I never kissed a stranger. And likewise, I never had sex with a stranger. And today, in less than an hour, I'd broken every law concerning intimate relations that I'd built to protect myself from bastards that only wanted me for pleasure.
But Etou isn't a bastard, is he? I wondered.
"We should do it again some time," he added with a laugh.
"Are you serious?" I asked doubtfully. I turned my head to meet his face, and there, between light and shadow, I saw a serious expression.
"Did you think I'm the type to do one-night-stands here and there?" he asked in disbelief.
"That's not what I said," I defended, although that possibility just actually crossed my mind.
"Well, of course I'm not! I might be rebellious, nonchalant, bratty... call me whatever you like. But at least I know how to appreciate women," he said earnestly.
I studied his expression, which was hard to do because his face was backing the sun, and his features were shadowed.
"Look. Do I look or sound like someone who's joking?" he desperately asked.
"Not... really?" I said, not knowing if stating or asking.
He sighed in defeat. "Okay whatever. You'll see in time that I'm being dead serious."
He then stood up and offered his hand to me. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet.
"Come on, get dressed. Didn't you say you wanted to grab a bite? Now you've made me really hungry," he said with a chuckle.
I laughed, then went to my clothes and got dressed.
By the time we were finished, the sun almost couldn't be seen anymore, leaving the room in almost utter darkness. Etou walked towards the door and opened it, giving the room light that coming from the corridors.
I grabbed my belongings, then walked towards the door, where he was standing. There, he grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I looked up at his face.
"Thank you for just now," he murmured, then gave me a sincere smile I'd never seen him with, making my heart swell with a tingling sensation.
He lowered his face until his lips met mine and gave me a kiss. A soft one, not like the previous ones during the act of love-making. But still, it felt good.
I smiled back. "I thank you, too."
He gave me another smile, then pulled me to his side. And side by side, hand in hand, we walked out of the campus building with anticipation towards the days to come.
A/N: *coughcough* So? What's you're reaction this time? Do you feel like breaking some laws too? Tell us, tell us! xD
Thank you for reading and expect more hotness coming up! ;)