I slam down onto him, his dick hitting the spot inside that makes my toes curl. "Yes. Fuck yes."
He fucks up into me, his skin slapping off mine. I'm leaking all over him, my dick dripping like a fucking faucet. Everything inside coils tight, every move of my hips becoming more erratic.
Needing more, I wrap my hand around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me, Little Scorpion. Come all over my fucking chest."
With a cry, I explode, painting his skin as my body convulses, my ass clenching around his dick as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
Zach fucks me through it, his thrusts wild and frantic until he goes over the edge shortly after.
I collapse onto him, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. His dick is still inside me, still hard, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
"Finally!"
Zach growls, the vibration rumbling through his chest to my cheek. "Feisty Mouse!"
Eli giggles from somewhere in the dorm.
"Your door needs to go back up," Zach mutters, running his fingers through my hair. "Or at least get a curtain. Some of my friends are into watching."
I prop my chin on his chest. "I'm not against a little exhibitionism."
He grumbles something under his breath as he carefully pulls out. I scoot off him and grab an old towel to wipe myself as he removes the condom and then tosses it into the nearby wastebasket. After, he grabsmyshirt from the floor and wipes his chest clean.
“Oh, my god, asshole.” I crawl under the covers, lips pursed. “You couldn’t wait until I was done with the dirty towel?”
He looks at me over his shoulder, brow quirked before getting back into bed, turning on his side, then scooting back.
What the—
I’m rendered speechless as he pulls my arm over his waist, effectively making the six-foot-three jerk the inside spoon. My heart does that weird little flutter thing it likes to do for him. So, I nuzzle into his back, breathing in his scent.
Except a part of me isn’t content yet. "Zach, what are we? To each other, I mean."
He pulls my arm tighter around him, placing my palm on the center of his chest. "You're mine."
Chapter 21
Zach
The professor's voice drones on, a monotone hum about liability clauses and contract negotiations in professional sports that barely registers as I trace my finger over the sleek screen of my tablet.
I’m working on a legal contract for a mock assignment, making sure every clause is precisely worded. It’s meticulous, logical, and there’s order—all elements that come easy to me and that my brain excels at.
Plus, I kind of enjoy it.
Meanwhile, Jackson’s doodling in the corner of his notebook. This is supposed to be a partner project, but my friend’s attention span today is about as reliable as Henneman’s defense during a power play.
“God, how can you stand this assignment? It sucks moose balls.” He groans and leans back in his chair, spinning his pen between his fingers, but then smiles. “So, according to Feisty Mouse, you’ve made friends with the enemy.”
I glance at him, my grip tightening on the tablet. "Takes one to know one.”
He snorts, rolling his eyes. “Fair. But seriously, what’s going on with you and Merci?”
My lips press into a tight line as I breathe out harshly through my nose. I don't like being dissected, but since Eli opened his big mouth, it’s only a matter of time before the rest of my friends harass me too. “We’re . . . together.”
His eyebrows shoot up, chair slamming down onto all fours with a loud thunk. “Holy shit. For real? Never thought I’d see the day you settled down with someone. But what’s with the hesitation? Something’s eating at you.”
