“Only fifty?” Fletcher crosses his arms. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Fine, fifty from each participant.”
“Hmm, tempting, but no thanks, man. Tate would murder me if she found out I made a bet about Declan’s love life.”
“Fine, just me and you, Jax. I think they’ll be together before the end of November. I mean, honestly, I don’t know how they’llmake it through October,” I respond. “Declan had his eyes on her the whole night.”
“Oh, for sure,” Jaxon continues. “Declan’s totally a goner already. Ember’s a wild card, though. I still can’t get a read on whether she likes Declan.”
“You’re just unsure because you sense the sexual tension between us.”
“Pretty sure there isn’t any.” Jaxon pats my back. “I’m so winning this bet.”
“In your dreams, Holmes.”
In your dreams.
seven
Avalon
October
Imight have to give up sex. Don’t get me wrong, Tucker’s been doing a great job, I’ve gotten closer to an orgasm tonight than I have since the semester started, but all he does is talk about chemistry.
And I don’t mean aboutushaving chemistry; I mean actual chemistry. I should’ve known that sleeping with someone I met because of our major was a bad idea, but with how hectic classes have been, I haven’t had time to meet guys at the bar.
I swear he’s doing it on purpose. Like he feels me reaching my climax and then decides to ask me my thoughts on an upcoming test or if I understood today’s lesson—
It totally kills the mood.
I think he’s getting close, though, because he’s finally shut his fucking mouth and is picking up his rhythm.
My toes curl from the pressure building in my core, tugging the sheets as they do. His breathing starts to match the speed of his thrusts, pulling me with him to a sweet, sweet climax—
“Oh my—”
“I totally think Mr. Stanson hates me.”
And it’s gone.Fuck me.
“You have a class with him this semester, right?”
“Hey, Tucker, do you think we could not talk about school right now?” I wonder. “You’re literally inside of me, and the last thing I want to think about right now is Mr. Stanson and his toupee.”
“Sorry.” I feel his body get tense. “I guess I’m just not used to not kissing a girl while we—”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. I guess I just talk when I want to kiss you.”
“Lips are off limits, but the rest of my body is free reign. Kiss me somewhere else and shut the fuck up.”
He takes instructions well; his lips find the crook of my neck while he returns to his steady movement.
I take it back… giving up sex would be the worst possible decision I could make. Maybe I just need to find guys that are willing to take instructions. I shouldn’t expect them to know exactly what I need and how I like it. After all, we typically meet, or at least talk, for the first time right before we tear each other’s clothes off.
I’m hitting my peak for the thousandth time tonight, but I think I might actually fly over it this time. As long as his lips stay attached to my body and his hips keep picking up the pace, there’s no reason I shouldn’t—