"Fuck—"
I grind down hard, taking him as deep as he can go, and clench.
Devan comes with a shout, his back arching off the bed. I feel his knot swell, stretching me wide, locking us together. The pressure against my prostate tips me over the edge too. I come untouched, spilling between us, shaking through it.
When it's over, I collapse on top of him.
I'm sweaty and gross and draped over him like a blanket, and he's still inside me, still pulsing, still so much bigger than me in every way.
I've never felt safer in my life.
"Holy shit," Devan whispers into my hair.
"Yeah," I agree. "That."
His arms come around me, holding me close. On him like this, I feel how broad his chest is—my head fits perfectly in the curve of his shoulder, and his arms wrap around me completely.
"Where did that come from?" he asks after a minute. "The whole... taking charge thing?"
I consider that. "I don't know. I just needed to."
I lift my head to look at him. His eyes are soft, dazed, wondering.
"You're always the one holding us together," I say quietly. "I wanted you to know you can let go sometimes. I've got you."
Something flickers across his face. "Thanks," he says roughly, and it means more than just thanks.
I kiss him, soft and slow, and settle back down against his chest.
We stay like that for a long time, locked together, breathing in sync. The room is quiet except for the occasional creak of the bed and the distant sounds of campus outside.
I'm almost asleep when my phone buzzes.
I groan, trying to ignore it, but it buzzes again. And again.
"That's insistent," Devan murmurs.
"Probably Braiden or Toby." I reach out blindly, fumbling for the phone on the nightstand.
The screen lights up with an email notification.
My blood goes cold.
"What?" Devan shifts, trying to see. "What is it?"
I open the email with numb fingers.
From: M. Sterling
To: S. Sharma, D. Morse
Subject: Follow-up Required
Mr. Sharma and Mr. Morse,
Your interview today raised some interesting questions that the committee would like to address in person. Please report to my office tomorrow morning at 9 AM.
This is not optional.
