I don't even hesitate, and my fingers find my clitoris, which is so swollen that it's almost painful to touch.
"It feels so good..."
My voice is just a whisper, and when I throw my head back, offering my breasts to Player, I plunge into an orgasm even more intense than the last one.
He groans, and I feel him coming on me, hot dropsprojecting onto my skin. The liquid spreads across my chest, flowing between my breasts and down my stomach. Player doesn't leave right away, and when I reopen my eyes, I discover his gaze, still bright with pleasure, fixed on me. With calculated slowness, he leans toward me and kisses me.
His kiss is possessive, as if declaring that I am his territory. My heart beats fast—because of the orgasm I just experienced? I don't know.
"You should go wash up, Dixie."
My eyelids open when I wasn't even aware I had closed them.
"And you should join me," I whisper.
My boldness surprises us both.
"If I join you, Alabama, we won't just wake up our neighbors, but all the students in the dorm."
"You're overestimating yourself a bit," I tease him.
He frowns, but not harshly. "It's you who's underestimating me. I swear one day I'll make you scream so loud you'll bring the entire floor running."
I blink several times, surprised by the wave of desire coursing through me. Damn, what's the limit to what I can endure? It seems like my body wants more and more. Is it possible that I've stored up too much frustration during my high school years? Or is Player solely responsible for my state?
I still haven't regainedmy senses on Monday when I go to class. We literally fucked all night, and my body’s still worn out. Memories of it all prevent me from concentrating on what the economics professor is saying, and the sight of Player a few rows ahead of me isn't helping my state.
Feeling my look, he looks around the room. Our eyes meet,and there's such intensity in his look that my body reacts. I'm certain he's perfectly aware of it, which only intensifies the tension building in my stomach.
I bring my pen to my lips in an automatic movement that doesn't escape Player. Damn it! I think back to the blowjob I gave him last night, and I know he's thinking about it too.
With a smirk, he turns back around, and I try to concentrate for the rest of the class, but it's hopeless. I can’t help but look at his back, the way his muscles ripple underneath his team t-shirt, and I get the distinct feeling that he’s thinking about me, too.
What's happening to us? Is he like this with all his conquests? I had promised myself not to sleep with him again, and here I am wondering when it will happen next.
Player is making me lose my mind as well as any sense of rationality. I shouldn't let myself be distracted. I'm at college for a good reason, I want to get a business degree to take over my parents' family business. I've been so distracted since arriving at OMU that I've practically forgotten my goal.
I have to admit that a deep sense of freedom has overtaken me since coming to OMU. I'm discovering independence, and the flip side, the possibility of making mistakes. Because I have no doubt, Player is one, but it feels so good to give in to him.
My phone screen lights up and a message appears.
UNKNOWN
Meet me in the hallway
The number is unknown and the message isn't signed, but I know who it's from. A glance down the rows to his seat confirms that Player sent it. He could easily have gotten my number since we all filled out sticky notes on the fridge at Saphya's request, "for emergency situations."
Player has left his seat and is discreetly exiting the lecture hall.
I turn my attention back to our professor who's delivering his lecture in a sleep-inducing tone that's putting even himself to sleep. With his nose buried in his papers, he's reading aloud while the students take notes.
My phone lights up again.
UNKNOWN
Now
I don't think twice and slip my phone in my pocket before standing up. I leave the lecture hall as quickly and discreetly as possible. As soon as I've passed through the swinging door, someone grabs my arm and pulls me into the hallway.
