Paraluman

7 Minutes in Hell

It was cold in hell.

At least in this particular hell, Allie Hudson thought with teeth cluttering. Sitting awkwardly with her arms hugging her knees, she kept thinking how crazy to be locked up inside a small cell with a stranger. Extra crazy when you added the fact they were drenched with ice cold water. But she was the real crazy one for even agreeing to come to this sorority farewell party.

She cursed whoever invented the game 7 minutes in hell. Who wanted to be locked up inside a cell, shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip, with a stranger for seven minutes?

Apparently, half of art major students and a handful of studying law wanted it unless she wouldn't be here, right?

And to think law students had more intelligence for this stupid game.

"Come here before you die due to hypothermia." The stranger said barely hiding his amusement. His voice was loud amidst the catcalls and laughs beyond the walls of the cell.

The stranger happened to be Lachlan McTavish. Also known as Mac, the famous art major student who sometimes posed nude for freshmen when his mood strikes. Rumor said that this man, with ginger curls so long it almost touched his shoulders and an attractive smile, was the modern Adonis any woman would die for. Allie was in full agreement to that. But his body would not be the reason if (which was impossible) she would die for him.

It was those blue eyes, she decided. It promised warm nights and mind-blowing explosive bed play.

Allie, however, was not fond of blue eyes.

"I'd rather die. Thank you." She countered with steel in her voice as she could manage with her teeth shaking like a vibrator.

Now, why was she thinking of vibrator?

He laughed. "I know it's called 7 minutes in hell but I doubt that they would release us after seven minutes, you know. Maybe, twenty minutes? Heck, I wasn't really counting. I'd rather enjoy it while it lasts. That's why I strongly suggest we better warm ourselves up."

Twenty minutes?

Horrified, Allie forgot her plan not to talk to him and switched her glare from the cell wall to his smug face. She didn't want to look at his eyes so she settled on his stubbled jaw. And even that was...enticing. "Why the hell would they lock us up in twenty minutes? Are they sadists?"

"Are you talking to me? Or my chin?" She only nodded, yes to both questions. "Hey, look at me in the eyes."

"I'd rather die. Thank you." She hissed. He chuckled.

She was interrupted by another splash of water pouring down through the holes at the roof of the cell. Heck, another cold water. She was now fully helplessly soaked. Her clothes were plastered on her body like a second skin.

So was Mr. Warm-Me-Up McTavish. Allie couldn't help but notice those bulging muscles in his chest, thighs, and arms. It wasn't a bodybuilder kind but still intimidating nonetheless. So manly and artistic. Any painter would drool to sketch him. But despite being so roughly edged, Mac's chest looked incredibly warm. It was probably a sin to look so warm with drenched clothes.

And here she was shivering violently, silently cursing for the world in not being fair.

"I've played this game before, lass." He took her hands and slid it inside his white shirt. She noticed his Scottish brogue was barely hidden. She also noticed how warm his chest was against her palm that she nearly sighed.

It was Mac who sighed audibly. His voice was full of resignation. "They would lock us up here and pour cold water every two minutes. I have a reputation in this game, you see. They said my body was made of fire. I could warm anything up. I mean I could warm any woman's body." When she glared, he added. "If they're willing."

Allie unwillingly blushed and her heart raced. It was b****y unfair that his heartbeat against her palm was steady and slow. "I'm sorry, sir. Sharing body heat with a stranger isn't my thing."

His hand tightened around her wrist and gently rub it on his chest, circling and creating friction for more heat, leaving Allie's hands to tremble. "Hmm. I can hear a law student."

Allie could only summon a deep frown and pursed lips for she was having difficulty concentrating as her palm slide smoothly along his chest, touching curly hairs every inch.

Mac nodded repeatedly. "It suits you. If you don't mind me saying. Up-"

"Of course, I do mind."

"Uptight. Straight-laced. No fun."

"Who says I'm no fun?" Allie snarled.

He snickered. "Lass, if you're fun. You'd be in my arms now, your back to my chest and naked." He looked knowingly at her breasts squeezed together by her upper arm and nodded again, satisfied. Her white T-shirt did nothing to save her semi-nudity. "Definitely naked."

"Excuse me?" She took her hands away from his chest. It wasn't easy because of his firm grip around her wrist but she managed. She defiantly crossed her arms against her breasts. "I could sue you for-"

"See?" He let his hands fell down beside his hips. "I rest my case, your honor. You're no fun."

"Just because I didn't take off my clothes doesn't mean I'm no fun."

He nodded again, getting even more satisfied. He shifted slightly so that he was facing her. His arms resting on one bended knee. "See? Uptight."

He was taunting her and she b****y knew it. She didn't reach senior in law school without recognizing a trap.

But damn if she would let him win. Allie hated losing.

Without another thought, she took off her clothes as quick as she could manage with the confined space and not touching Mac. She might be getting n***d but touching him was a different matter.

Lachlan McTavish watched as the woman beside him struggled to take off her clothes, her elbows and knees banging against the wall from time to time. He swallowed a laugh as she cursed again and slid off of her pants. He could hear the cheers beyond the cell wall, getting excited to hear some action inside.

When she was down to her underwear, she looked at him with victory in her eyes.

Maybe because Mac was speechless.

God, she was a bonny lass. Her wet jet black curls clung against her chest and shoulders like tattoos on her freckled skin. A pair of full breasts swelled inside her black b*a and he couldn't stop himself from imagining it in his hand. Groping, palming, testing its weight.

He took back his control and managed a grin, trying to look indifferent. "Very good, your honor. I can see progress. Ready getting to warming up part?"

Water poured again. He watched as she shivered involuntarily when the bone-numbing water met her n***d skin. She immediately crawled inside Mac's arms and thighs.

He was stunned first and transfixed the second. By the Gods, she felt good. And cold.

Once he recovered, the lawyer had wriggled half of her body inside his shirt to press her cheek on his chest. He almost blurted out that it was his favorite shirt and she was ruining it but Mac heard her murmured, "I'm so cold."

Aye, that she was.

Ignoring his hard-on, Mac focused on his duty of warming her up as he bent his knee, crossed his ankles, and moved his upper arms to turn them to a half arc. Within a heartbeat, their body was in a semi-reclined position and plastered together with no spaces in between. He all but swallowed her whole. Her body feeling, even more, smaller against his own as he willingly absorbed every shiver that ran through her and shared his warmth.

He didn't know how long they were locked in an embrace but he found himself inhaling her scent with his nose against her hair. She smelled like a...new book.

Earthy and comfy. Untouched and hidden.

The college had been his playpen. Growing up with old money, Mac never knew what home felt like. His house felt like a museum which had fifty servants, a priceless collector's item, and formidable aura. It was no wonder Mac behaved like a beast in college, ready to corrupt anyone who was willing. He was the appointed deliverance of hell.

Mac suddenly stiffened when she felt the woman glide her arms around his ribs to settle it on his back.

Oh boy. Now, he wanted no one to corrupt but her.

He asked for her name instead.

"Allie." Her breath tickled his throat. "Alison Hudson."

Silence fell.

He was waiting for her to ask for his name but she seemed to know. He felt oddly disappointed.

"How about you? What's your name?" She asked after a minute.

Suddenly happy, he grinned. "Lucifer."

She laughed her chest racking and sent vibrations to his body. That felt good, he thought. She was so soft yet unyielding. Delicate yet strong.

Oh boy. Now, he was getting hotter. And Mac knew the inevitable had already happened.

He wanted her.

Oh boy.

"What are you thinking?" She said, her body absentmindedly looking for more of his heat. God, how could a self-proclaimed bad boy get a body as warm and cozy as a teddy bear?

Her thigh nudged his c**k and he jumped. He quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "I'm thinking about my fantasy."

"Fantasy?"

"Erotic fantasy. I always have one when I'm playing this game. Makes it more fun."

Understanding dawned. "Oh. You're the reason of those squealing and screaming. Girls wanted to be chosen by you. God knows they wanted you to have your wicked way on them." She played with his hair. "You, Lucifer, are one mean sexy son-of-a-gun." When he only smiled unrepentantly, she asked. "There's a lot of willing girls out there. Why did you choose me?"

"Because you're not willing."

Her brows snapped together. "If I'm not willing how can you have your fantasy?"

"Then I'll make you willing."

She smiled. "Arrogance won't make me willing, Lucifer."

"Hey, you're in my arms now, right? Doesn't look like a fail attempt." He reached out to stop her from playing with his hair. She didn't know it sends tingles down to his loins. "Want to know about my fantasy, lass?"

She wanted to stop blushing. "I don't think I want to know."

He smiled wickedly. "Oh. I think, Allie, you're dying to know. And my fantasy is you."

"Me?"

Another water splashed but neither of them seemed to notice. With quick moves that meant he's done it multiple times, Mac whirled Allie around forcing her back to his chest. He released her for a scant second to take off his shirt to feel her skin to skin.

Allie was too astonished to move. The floor of the small cell was scratchy but all she could feel was the feverish body of Mac.

When he pulled her once again in his body, he was breathless. His breath was heavy against her ear. Strong arm curled around her waist. One hand played with her collarbone, sliding along its shape.

"I have a lot of things I want to do to you, Allie." His voice was husky and rough. Gone was the playful man. This was Lucifer. "If you're willing, I will be taking off your b*a slowly. Hook by hook." To emphasize his meaning, he pulled one strap further away from her skin only to release it with a thwack. Her flesh stung but her focus was on his voice. He spoke leisurely, dragging every word with his accent. "Then I'll slide down the straps down to your arms now. Slowly. Carefully. Kissing the flesh it touches. Then I'll watch, Allie. Watch as it will turn pink by my kisses." When he placed one chaste kiss on her shoulder, her neck arched.

It was getting out of hand, she thought. "I think I don't want to know anymore."

He ignored her. "But then you'll beg. You'll beg, Allie, because you want to feel my palms on your breasts. You'll want me to use my hands to knead it, tweak those little n*****s and bring it inside my mouth." The back of his hands grazed slightly against her taut right n****e through her flimsy b*a so suddenly she startled. "I'll like hearing you beg but I'll like touching you more. So, Allie, want to know what I'll do?"

She didn't want to know. "What?"

"I'll obey. But I'll like to tease you first so I'll keep on your b*a. I'll squeeze your breasts gently then tightly but you won't feel my palm. You won't feel it against your n*****s. You won't feel my fingers rolling it, circling it. Your taut little n*****s will be stuck inside your b*a, straining against the laces and you will be frustrated. Because you wanted me rubbing it and making it hard." Her n*****s were neglected for so long, it stood instantly in attention as Mac talked about it so enchantingly. "You know what will happen next?"

Allie was starting to get crazy like him. Feverish like him. "I think I know what will happen next."

He smiled against her ear before nuzzling it. "What?"

"I'll beg."

"Correct, your honor." He unhooked her b*a, she didn't seem to notice. "And because my kind heart couldn't take anymore begging, I took off your b*a. Tell me, Allie. Are your n*****s hard for me now?"

Allie's b*a, indeed, disappeared. "Uhm, Mac?" Her voice sounded anxious.

"Hush, lass. Let's make this fantasy into reality."

"I don't think that's wise."

"I'll stop if you say so."

Allie's tongue stuck in her throat. Her once intelligent mind didn't seem to know what to say. "What will happen next?" She whispered instead.

His voice darkened and dropped lower. It sounded sinful. "What do you think, your honor, will happen next?"

"Kiss? Are we kissing in your fantasy?"

"Definitely." His finger found her jaw and he traced it carefully as if trying to memorize her. "In my fantasy, you will be using your tongue. Lots and lots of tongue. You will become the aggressor. You'll like to dominate me. I'll found myself bitten, wet, and thoroughly devoured."

Suddenly, their lips met. Mac groaned as Allie had lived up to his fantasy. It was better. The best, he countered. Allie kissed him like it will be her last chance to experience it. She slanted her mouth and tasted him like no woman did.

Allie was branding him. Marking him as her territory.

And to think Mac had judged her as no fun.

She pulled away because another water was splashed on them. They sputtered and brushed away the water droplets from their eyes. Mac suddenly felt he was being watched. He looked down and found Allie looking intensely at him. He asked what was wrong and she answered, "In this dream, am I touching you?"

Mac's d**k sprang alive. Cold water proved useless to quenched the aching desire building there. "Depends on where you are touching me."

Allie slowly turned around and huffed, her thighs overlapped his and her core met his c**k. She balanced herself by encircling her arms around his neck. She wiggled slightly in his lap until her lips were inches away from his ear. "I'd like to touch your hair. Pulling your curls until you feel pain." Her sultry voice was like a d**g. "I'll pull it back until I could expose your neck. Then I'll be kissing your ear first, then your jaw, down to your pulse, and finally your Adam's apple." She bent down slightly and she did. His Adam's apple bobbed from her playful kiss. "You know what will happen, next?"

"Let me see." Mac was breathless. "I'll beg?"

"Correct, Lucifer." She lowered her body until her mouth posed above his n****e. "You'll beg to feel my tongue on your chest, shoulders, and n*****s. But I'm not kind. I want you to beg more. And more. And I'll love it while sinking my nails on your flesh. The pain will bite you, Lucifer. Yet you secretly liked it." To prove her point, she dug her nails into the skin of his neck traveling down. And down still. Mac groaned. "I'll like hearing your groans. You'll moan for me. Making strained sounds in your throat because you know you can't force me to touch you. So you'll wait and wait. Until, finally, I could taste you."

Mac cursed loudly as he felt the tip of her tongue against his n****e. She played with it, turned it to moist peaks, and yearned for more. He was starting to get dizzy. The erotic curl of her tongue was doing wonders in Mac's coherent thought. He was probably cursing now as she switched to the other n****e. She lapped him enthusiastically and make his tiny peak to hard pebble. So hard it hurt.

And he secretly liked the pain sensation.

"How about me, Allie?" He said through gritted teeth. The lawyer was grinding against his c**k. "Am I tasting you in this fantasy?"

"Hmm. Depends on my mood."

Mac couldn't be deterred and he got her back to their position earlier in a flash. "You, little minx, are dangerous. And I despise insolence. So I won't taste you as a form of punishment. Because I know, Allie, how much you wanted my tongue against your cunt." He heard her moan and clutched her thighs together but he won't let her. He used his own thighs to nudge hers wide open. He could smell her arousal. "You want me to slide my tongue through your slit, lick your juices clean. You'll beg me to take your c**t. Beg me to suck it hard. But, Allie, my kind heart was nowhere to be found so I'll pull back and take your n*****s instead. And suck hard. You'll go mad, Allie. You'll go mad because your c**t will be swollen, hard, and quivering with need."

Getting bolder, she asked. "Where are your fingers?"

"Where? Inside your mouth, of course. I want you to be prepared. Because, Allie, you'll be taking me inside your mouth."

She gasped when he molded her erection against her buttocks. "I've never got down to a man before."

He smiled against her neck he was biting. "You'll like taking me then. Because I can teach you. Unlike you, your honor, I'm very patient." He took her hands and let it rest against his crotch. Her fingers instinctively curled around him. "I'll like your hands around my d**k. Sliding up and down. Up and down. Sometimes I'll like it rough and you'll squeeze me tight as tight when I'll be inside you. Then I'll like your mou-"

He stopped because another water splashed on them. Their seven minutes was already up. Mac stiffened and moved his body so he was covering Allie's body.

Allie knew the hazy passion was gone for she stopped groping him and crossed her arms around her chest.

But the cell door remained unopened. Laughter and drunken cheers roared behind it.

"I want you to come home with me, Allie."

She had a lot of reasons not to. She didn't know this man. She was nothing but responsible and wise.

Allie nodded, "Okay."

She looked up and found him grinning at her. His blue eyes gleaming with warmth and male satisfaction.

Without a moment of hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms and kicked the cell door opened.

Their audience stared at them in silence.

Allie and Mac only laughed at their shocked expressions. Regretfully, they didn't have the time to savor it. Mac was dying to continue what they had started inside that friggin cell.

"Hey!" Someone called out. "Where are you taking Allie?"

Mac stopped and fixed Allie firmly against his chest.

"To hell."