“So perfect,” I murmur, looking down at him, “and all fucking mine.”
He looks at me, making direct eye contact and that’s all I need. My orgasm washes over me and I fill his mouth, thrusting the last few times before pulling out and letting him swallow. Fuck, the thought of him swallowing my cum could make me hard again. I pull him to his feet and claim his mouth with mine, tasting myself along with him.
“Fuck me, that was hot,” I pant.
“Yeah?” he grins. “It was hot for me too.”
“Come back to the dorm with me?”
“I shouldn’t, I’ve got class—”
“Skip it, baby, one class won’t hurt. I need to taste you, take my time.” I pull him in for another kiss, reaching my hand down his body and gripping his hard cock through his jeans. “Besides, it’s not like you can go to class like this.”
He laughs, “Fair point, alright, let’s go.”
Chapter 12
Donovan
SkippingclassyesterdaywithStephen was irresponsible, but I’m not sorry; sneaking off to go and make out with my hot boyfriend, as if I’m going to say no to that. And okay, so maybe we did a bit more than making out. I don’t know what I was thinking, getting on my knees for him like that. But I guess I wasn’t thinking, finally feeling comfortable enough to go with my gut instinct, which yes, in that moment was to suck his dick in a classroom.
I blush just thinking about it; the way he took control, used me, it was hot.
“What’s got you blushing, baby?”
Stephen’s voice makes me jump, coming out of nowhere. I look around, wondering if anyone can see us, if they’re noticing the way he’s leaning into me.
“Will you stop pouncing on me when I’m walking around campus? What if someone sees you?”
He chuckles, “I checked no one’s around. So, what is it?”
“What’s what?”
“What’s got you blushing?”
“Just thinking…” I murmur.
“About?”
“Skipping class yesterday.” Even if I didn’t know I was blushing, his expression would confirm it. He loves making me blush and he does it so damn easily.
“I’ve been thinking about it too,” he whispers, stepping back when a group rounds the corner of the building so they’re sharing the path with us.
Even though I was worried about people seeing us, having him move away is a reminder that we can only ever be friends in public, even the conversation we’re having is risky when it’s not behind a closed door.
“I did actually pounce on you to see if you’re free,” he says. “Jamie and Max asked if we wanted to meet them for coffee.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, “sounds fun.”
We walk side by side, and as nice as it feels, it’s not the same as when we walked hand in hand on our date. I miss the warmth of him, the sense of comfort from touching him, the closeness. But I guess that’s what comes with keeping us a secret, and what I agreed to; I just never anticipated it being this difficult.
We’re not going to Java & Brew, but an off campus place I haven’t been before. The aroma of freshly ground coffee hits me as soon as Stephen opens the door, and I’m greeted by Jamie and Max waving from a table.
Jamie’s hair is pink today, but I’m sure it had been blue at the club, unless the lights were playing tricks on me. He’s about the same height and build as me, but with pale skin and bright blue eyes. His nose is pierced with a ring and he’s without a doubt the most stylish person I’ve ever seen. At the club he’d worn a dress that hugged his body, but today he’s wearing jeans and a loose shirt, still managing to make it look like something a celebrity would wear on a red carpet. Maxlooks like he belongs with my brother at the motorcycle club; big and burly, with jeans and a plaid shirt—he’d fit right in.
“Latte?” Stephen asks, knowing my order but confirming it.
“Please,” I say, approaching the table.
