“Dakota…”
“Mm?”
He was rifling through his dresser with his back to me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass.
His bare, gorgeous ass that I wanted to lick and bite and suck and squeeze.
He was completely naked, from head to toe, and I was losing my damn mind.
He knew what he was doing.
Specifically, he knew what he was doing tome, and I was sure he was also aware that it was working.
It had been three weeks since the frat party incident—everything was an incident to Dakota—and things had been…good.
Really fucking good.
So good that I’d kept putting off telling him about the lie. Putting it off and putting it off and pushing it to tomorrow. And the longer I did that, the less I wanted to even tell him at all—because being with Dakota like this, him and me together every moment we were able, was reviving the part of me that had been slowly dying for the past ten years.
“Why are you looking at me like that? You’re making me horny.” Dakota was leaning against his dresser, arms folded on top of it as he stared at me over his shoulder.
“I’m trying not to hit you,” I muttered, my eyes glued to his ass. I wanted to bite it so fucking badly—right on top of themarks I’d left on him yesterday. He had marks all over his body, and I would often catch him looking in the mirror as he touched them and stared at his reflection.
He loved them so damn much.
He put his hand on his left ass cheek. “What, like my ass?”
My lips twitched. “No, your annoying mouth.”
“Like with your lips? Come on, darling. Hit me with a kiss.”
“Jesus Christ.” I rubbed my hands down my face with a groan, then went to lay on my bed, propping my head up on my hand to watch him.
He was such a motherfucker. A beautiful, conniving, breathtaking, playful, asshole of a motherfucker.
“You know what would look really hot on you?” I said, staring at that beautiful ass.
“What?”
“A neon pink jockstrap.”
He paused, then looked at me over his shoulder, a devious smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? You want me to wear that for you?”
“Yeah. I wanna fuck the violin prodigy wearing a slutty pink jockstrap just for me.”
Oh, he fucking liked the sound of that. He pressed his palm over his hard cock and closed his eyes.
He abruptly let go of himself and grabbed something out of his drawer. I watched his ass flex as he shifted his weight to his right foot, and then he dropped a piece of clothing on the ground.
“Oh, oops,” he said, smirking at me over his shoulder.
That was it.
I shot off my bed and vaulted onto his back as he started to bend over, wrapping all my limbs around him and biting down on his shoulder, grinding my erection into his back.
He moaned and fell onto his hands and knees, then started laughing. “Fuck, that got you that hard, huh?”
“Keep laughing, Dakota,” I growled.
