“How bad do you want it?”
Her waist hits mine as she writhes under me, the buzz of the vibrator picking up speed. Between us, the back of her hand strokes me as she works herself into a frenzy. I latch my lips onto her exposed neck, breathing in her scent. “How bad, baby girl? Tell me.”
“So fucking bad. Please put it in!”
“You sound close. Are you close?”
“Yes!”
“I’m not even inside you.” The heated crown of my cock slots right inside her entrance, dousing my skin with her arousal. “Not…all the way.”
“Put it in!”
I lean up on my elbows and force her to look at me. “Are you going to come?”
“Yes.”
My staccato chuckle blows hair off her forehead. “No, you’re not.”
Her breathing stutters. “Yes, I am.”
I reach between us, snag the bullet, turn it off, then standup, readjust, and stuff myself back into my pants. From the floor, I grab my leather satchel and fill it with her dildos and the rest of her helpers.
“Nope. No coming unless I command it. Get dressed. Get to class. And be prepared for me next time I come over by greeting me in the kneeling position.”
As I wander closer to the door, she tosses a pillow at me and yells, “Fuck you!”
I pause and turn around. “Oh, and hellkitten? If anyone on campus asks? Tell them Aiden Cardellownsyou now.”
My resolve is solid as I slam her door shut behind me and stalk to the first-floor bathroom. Thank the gods it’s empty. And a single. I lock it, press my back to the door, and rip my jeans down far enough to wrap my fist around my cock. It’s already leaking. Already aching. Ready to blow…
Damn traitor.
I stroke furiously. Jaw clenched. Vision filled with stars.
The only thing I can focus on is the image of her pretty pussy. That perfect dripping cunt soaking me to the hilt. I smear her arousal over my tip and shove my fingers into my mouth. Taste her.
My knees damn near give out. I need more… More of her on my tongue.
Yanking harder, I stagger to the sink, barely upright, then explode into the basin. Violently. Groaning. Spitting. I pump until there’s nothing left.
UntilIhave nothing left.
Chest heaving, I grip the counter and refuse to meet my own eyes in the mirror. Dare I admit, I’m broken irreparably by what she did to me? Will I never get over it? Not like this, I won’t.
Time to train myself back into control…
By the time I leave the boxing ring, showered and hungry, I’m in a stable mood. Not angry. Chill. And calm.
That is, until Hailey Twinston shoves off the wall near the student center when she sees me. Like she’s been waiting.
“Hey!” Her thin blonde hair blows like wheat in the chilled November breeze. I try not to breathe too deeply so I can avoid her odd scent.
Please don’t mention the appointment…
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry. Have a meeting with President Harvey in ten,” I say, brushing past her.
She shuffles to keep up with me, all smiles, which I didn’t expect, given what we exchanged last night. Thought that would be the end of it.