Her nails drag across my shirt, then slip beneath it and settle on the bare skin of my back. Her touch is like silken daggers, torturing and pleasuring all at once.
She snuggles closer to me, and I tighten my hold on her, ready to spend the rest of the day—or my life—just like this. I press my nose to her hair and breathe in the familiar peony scent of her shampoo, reminding me of late-night showers when movie nights at her place are too much for my willpower. Lathering my cock in her scent always makes me come like a horny schoolboy, painting the tiles of her shower within seconds.
She slips out of my embrace, my body instantly cold until she wraps my arm around her shoulders and leads us across campus.
“Do you think…” she begins.
“Do I think what?”
“Can I go out with you tonight?”
“You don’t have to ask.” I laugh. “We can grab a drink anytime.”
My relief grows. Has she changed her mind? Can we go back to late-night masturbatory phone calls so I never have to share her with anyone?
We stop outside of the building where Lacey’s next class is.
She pulls away from me, looking a little pink in the cheeks. “I mean, can I go out with you and maybe… watch you in action and get some pointers?”
My dick is like steel behind my zipper. “You want to watch me fuck in person?”
Fuck yes.
I may not have admitted it to myself when I video called her, but I pictured Lacey in that room with me, watching… participating.
Will she let me watch her with the professor too? Lacey being with someone else wouldn’t feel like a knife sticking in my gut if I was with her.
My pulse dances through my veins in an exciting rhythm.
Her pupils dilate until her irises are thin strips of surprised blue. Her mouth pops open with the sexiest little gasp that goes straight to my aching cock. “That’s not what I mean.”
Her tongue pokes out, wetting her lips before she gulps, making my thoughts more pornographic.
“I mean, can I watch you… flirting with someone at a bar?”
Disappointment crushes every depraved fantasy I’d conjured, and the knife in my gut twists until I’m a gnarled, ugly ball of scar tissue on the inside.
Lacey may write cock-hardening scenes, but she is as sweet and nervous as a butterfly with brand new wings. She’s not interested in me and my indecent fantasies and predilections.
What was I thinking? I’m supposed to keep my distance, maintain boundaries and not screw up the best relationship I’ve ever had.
Her big blue eyes look sincere, eager and trusting. It breaks something inside of me.
I’d do anything for my Lovely Lacey.
I’ll take her out tonight. She can listen to my worst pickup lines or watch me shoot a load into a waiting mouth on video.
But every drop is hers—always. “Sure. Let’s go out.”
CHAPTER SIX
Lacey
The local student bar is dark and crowded, full of mingling classmates and guys who clearly graduated decades earlier and ignored the memo on being creepy.
But even middle-aged men look like they belong here more than I do.
What possessed me to wear a suit?
