The Last Man on Earth

The Last Man on Earth


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Chapter Twelve: To Do Lists and Bets

At first, all Billy could see were two people intertwined on the sofa. Then, the people came into sharp focus. It was a Gryffindor all right. And a chaser on their house team to boot.

“Merlin,” shrieked Alicia Spinnet as she clutched her open shirt to her chest and jumped to her feet. “Adrian, what the hell is Bletchley doing in your room.”

“I don’t know love,” said a mussed up and heavy-eyed Adrian as he pulled Alicia back down onto the couch. “But Billy is leaving, aren’t you Billy?”

“What the hell are you playing at Pucey?” asked Billy. “And what the hell are you doing in Pucey’s room, Spinnet.”

“Look,” said Adrian testily. “Marcus is not here. And I don’t know where he is or with whom, so bugger off Bletchley.”

“But,” sputtered a red faced Billy, “she’s a Gryffindor.”

“Really,” said Adrian sarcastically. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Billy turned on her heel and was about to leave when Adrian said, “And no telling everyone you see about my business Billy or else.”

“Or else what?” sneered Billy.

“Bole and Derrick like to talk when they’ve had a few too many, Billy,” said Adrian silkily. “Do you want me to blab too?”

Billy paled and stalked out the door in a huff. Those damn beaters have big mouths. And the lads on the Slytherin team were huge gossips; they were worse than women were.

Back in the room:

“Alicia, love,” asked Adrian plaintively. “Where are you going?”

Alicia buttoned up her shirt and said, “Back to Gryffindor, Adrian.”

“But love,” coaxed Adrian. “I thought we were going to get a few years of sexual tension taken care of.”

“You are cute Pucey,” said Alicia with a grin. “But not that cute.”

“But,” sputtered Adrian.

“See you on the pitch,” said Alicia as she left the room.

“Bloody Billy,” said Adrian with narrowed eyes in the deserted room. Alicia Spinnet had been on his to do list for years. It was his last year at Hogwarts. He had every intention of finishing up his list by June.

The Slytherin broom shed:

Marcus was nuzzling Katie’s neck as they sprawled nude on top of the table where they had began their relationship several months before. Marcus had cast a warming spell seeing as it was January and a cushioning spell seeing as the table was hard and wooden.

Marcus gazed down at her firm curves with a smile as he ran his hand down her arm. He leaned over to lick her ear suggestively.

Katie grinned as she felt him lick her ear. She ran her hands down his muscled back and arched up against his chest.

“Merlin,” growled Katie. “You have one hot body Marcus.”

“You pervy girl,” said Marcus. “You can’t keep your hands off it, I swear. I nearly jumped put of my skin yesterday when you grabbed my ass as I was leaving potions. Pucey teased me for hours after.”

“But it’s so nice and tight,” said Katie innocently as she reached down and fondled him. Katie ran her hand up then down his wet and slippery penis. They had just finished making love. “Hmmmm, you aren’t happy to see me?”

“Maybe if you licked where you are rubbing,” said Marcus thickly.

“I thought that eighteen year old boys were always hard,” pouted Katie. She shifted down and started to lick at him with little strokes of her tongue. She sucked his head into her mouth.

“Insatiable girl,” groaned Marcus.

Katie lifted her head and rubbed his stomach with glazed eyes. She buried her head and ran her tongue down his tight abdomen.

“You like my stomach, don’t you,” said Marcus as he coaxed her around so her head was buried in his crotch and she straddled his head with her thighs spread. He pushed her hips down so he could taste her. His agile tongue explored her soft folds and he sucked her sensitive clitoris. Katie’s hot mouth surrounded his penis as she gave him a vigorous blowjob. Marcus slid a long finger into her wetness as she moaned. He slid another finger into her and she moaned louder.

“Remember Monday?” asked Marcus throatily, “when you rubbed that pretty bum of yours against me in that hallway just before my history of magic class. I had to leave the class later to wank off in a bathroom. I imagined you sucking me off. Merlin, kitten you have gotten so good.”

“You taught me everything I know,” said Katie as she lifted her mouth of him. Her lips were red and swollen. “Kiss me there.”

“Here?” asked Marcus as he licked her soft folds, “or here?” Marcus ran his tongue lightly over her nub.

“Oh,” said Katie. “There. Please, Marcus.” Moments later, Katie gave the head of his red swollen penis a soft kiss and pulled her hips from his grasp and turned to straddle Marcus.

“I want you to come inside me,” said an aroused Katie. She lowered herself onto his erection with a twist of her hips. Marcus reached up to grab her hips and they began a rhythm as old as time. The shed reverberated with the sounds of slapping skin and soft sighs.

Katie arched her back and licked her lips as she rode Marcus hard. Just before he came when she could see his eyes glaze over and his breathing hitch, she spoke.

“You belong to me, Marcus,” said Kate with a possessive gleam and a loud moan. “Say it.”

“I do,” panted Marcus loudly. “I belong to you kitten. I want no one else but you.”

Katie gave a helpless moan as she tightened her legs around him and felt a rush of warmth inside her. She continued to rock on top of him until her body stiffened and the pleasure rushed through her.

After they recovered their breath, Marcus and Katie spent the rest of their secret time together intertwined and kissing. Marcus stroked her soft skin reverently as Katie ran her hands down his arms.

Much later, as they were dressing, Marcus cleared his throat and gave Katie an apprehensive look.

“What is it?” asked Katie with a raised eyebrow.

“Katie,” asked Marcus. “Did you know that I dated Bletchley last year?”

“I think I heard something to that effect,” said Katie with a puzzled look.

“Well, its Billy,” said Marcus heavily. “She’s a bit mad - completely crackers, in fact. I broke up with her ages ago and she won’t accept it.”

“Have you been fucking her,” said Katie heatedly, “Because if you have-“

“No,” said Marcus. “When would I seriously find the time? And I only want you.”

“Your bits are mine,” said Katie with a narrowed gaze.

“Okay,” said Marcus carefully. You should never piss off a witch, especially a witch you were sleeping with.

“You specifically told me that I’m not allowed to look at another wizard so I think I should expect the same,” said Katie heatedly.

“I know,” said Marcus. “Just avoid Billy from now on.”

“Okay,” said Katie a little calmer. “I have to go, I have a game in two days.”

“I know,” said Marcus. “See you on the pitch. Remember Katie, no quarter asked, no quarter given.”

“We are going to kick your Slytherin asses,” said Katie with a smirk.

“Shall we make this interesting kitten,” asked Marcus with a gleam in his eye. “A bet perhaps?”

“What stakes?” asked Katie.

“If you win, I’ll slip into the Gryffindor showers and make your fantasy come true after the game,” said Marcus throatily.

“If you win?” asked Katie. She already knew the answer.

“An hour after the game,” said Marcus. “You will be bent over a desk in the transfiguration classroom wearing your Hogwarts skirt, blouse, knee socks and shoes, that is all except for a pair of cotton pants that will be around your ankles, waiting for me.”

Katie shivered with a pang of lust. “Deal,” said Katie as she held out her hand. Marcus swept her up in his strong arms and gave her a hot open-mouthed kiss.

“Until Saturday,” said Marcus as he watched her leave the Slytherin broom shed with a smile. He had no intention of losing that game.