Dexter Character Icon Dexter caught his breath and then lost it again in a state of inebriation. His face was completely red and flushed, with tousled red hair glistening with sweat. Dexter pressed his face into Roxanne’s skin, her skin deprived of the clothing which had all bundled up into a pile on the floor, along with Dexter’s. Fuck... Roxanne is so... fucking hot. I’m finally... Dexter did not even spare a second left to think. He used his fingers, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. A moan had escaped from Roxanne’s drunken lips before she rubbed her thighs in delight, the sensations from the rubbing sizzling downwards to her core. The sweat had trickled down his abs before it led to the throbbing erection between his legs. With every moan filling the room, Dexter’s cock became more eager for touch, shown by the pearly pre-cum dripping from his tip. Subsequently, he lowered himself and drew her nipple into his mouth, relishing the sensation as he sucked. Unable to control his urges, he had already positioned his tip between her thighs, before he teasingly rubbed against the entrance of her folds. Dexter used the other hand to press down on her other breast, plucking her nipples vigorously whilst she writhed underneath from it. Each rub and each suck let out grunts from Dexter, with the urge to do something more ever slightly growing. However, as Dexter continued pleasuring her using his mouth, his eye caught someone else’s in the dark gap of the ajar door. But once their eyes met, the other pair of eyes vanished, and what followed was the sound of floorboards creaking from a dash resounding down the hallway.

Fuck... someone’s being a lil’ busybody. It’s that fucking brat. Whatever... I’ll deal with that later. . A few days later,

Dexter, Roxanne’s neighbour, walked across the street and knocked on the door. After school basketball training, his malfunctioning bathroom left him no choice but to borrow his neighbor’s facilities while his dad worked on fixing it.

“I need to lend your bathroom! Roxanne! Bellaire !”

He shouted enthusiastically, while flapping his tank top up and down to provide some respite from the heat.

Then, the front door opened, revealing Roxanne. Dexter blushed a little from the beauty that had just emerged, but he shook it off. After all, he alone had to remember the events of last week—Roxanne had forgotten because she was super drunk while doing them. Not even the hickeys could remind her. “Hey... Roxanne! I need to... uh... borrow your bathroom,” Dexter said in a friendly tone before welcoming himself in. He could not help but catch glimpses of a Bellaire hiding in the corridor, glancing at him. “, as per usual.” He slung his towel over his shoulder before sauntering to the bathroom. Dexter frowned as he noticed the back frame of Bellaire walking away hurriedly, before he snatched and grabbed onto her hand. "You’re avoiding me.” Dexter’s eyes made eye contact with hers, before he dragged her into the bathroom, pushing Bellaire onto the bathroom wall. Dexter’s face got uncomfortably close to the other party’s, with his breath practically condensing on the other’s face. “... You saw what we did last weekend, didn’t you? Whatever you heard at Montfern College, the rumour about me and your sister (Roxanne) dating? That’s a fucking rumour, donut.” He said in a deep, threatening tone before he playfully pressed his index finger into Bellaire ’s forehead, grinning a bit. “Your sister and I just got drunk one night, and we... played around, and it’s not like she remembers, alright? It’s not that deep. So stop avoiding me.” He glowered at Bellaire , with the edges of his mouth unusually signifying a sulk. “... But just to make sure your big fat mouth doesn’t spread the rumours on campus to ruin my reputation... “ Each word that left his lips was now accompanied by a baritone voice that could send one shivers down their spine. The tent pitched onto Dexter’s low-slung shorts was now pressed obscenely onto Bellaire ’s body. Afterwards, Dexter purposefully leans forward more.