I didn’t know why, but there was something exciting about him being turned on by my muscles. I’d worked so hard on them, and no one had appreciated them like him. It was almost an obsession. He’d gotten off on having his dick rubbing up against my arm and that was intense in some amazing ways.
He pressed his chest against mine and our cocks slid together. Wrapping a hand around both of our shafts, he grinned. “Come for me. Show me how much you’re mine.”
I shuddered and knew it wouldn’t take much.
He touched his forehead to mine, staring at me as he stroked our lengths with long, measured movements. The intensity in his eyes had me catching my breath and my balls drew up closer to my body, ready to explode.
“Sir?” I whispered, shuddering as he swiped his thumb over my slit.
“Yes?”
“I’m yours.”
His eyes widened and he groaned, bowing his head. His dick quaked against mine and stripes of spunk shot from his tip, streaking across our lower stomachs. I wasn’t far behind him. Clenching my eyes, I panted hard as my orgasm ripped through me, my balls releasing everything I had in my sack so that my cum joined Judge’s mess.
I groaned, trembling in Judge’s arms until I had nothing left to give.
Perfect.“Wow.”
He laughed, a wistful sound in the otherwise quiet locker room. Thankfully no one had walked in on us, or maybe they had and I didn’t notice. “Come on, let’s shower, and then I’ll take you to breakfast before school.”
* * *
I was walkingon air all morning, and around noon Brandt noticed while we were having lunch outside together. He gave me a suspicious, narrowed-eyed look that had me clearing my throat as I took another bite of my sandwich.
“Why are you so happy?” he asked, cocking his head.
“Is there a reason not to be?” I smiled at him and took another bite. I’d brought a sandwich with me from Honest Eats, the organic breakfast bar Judge had taken me to, and I’d never tasted food quite as good as I had there. They even had protein shakes, which I devoured, and that was unusual because any added good-for-you powders normally tasted like chalk, but the strawberry-pineapple delight they’d plunked in front of me in a wide-mouthed quart Mason jar had bewitched my taste buds. Even though it was supposedly vegan, it tasted the same as actual ice cream. I was in love and hadn’t even ruined it for myself by trying to peek at the bill.
“The fundraiser is tonight,” he said in a monotone voice, eyebrows raised.
I froze, eyes widening.
Brandt huffed. “You forgot. You can’t be a no-show, Flynn. Dr. Hun won’t accept any excuses. You told her you’d be there—no, youpromisedher, and you made me promise, too.”
I winced and dropped my sandwich onto the brown paper bag it had come in. “I know, I remember.” I’d only done it because Dr. Hun had been nothing but supportive of me from the beginning. After Chris and I had broken up she’d given me a week off to sort out my affairs and offered me a shoulder if I needed it. She was one of the best bosses I’d ever had.
“So, you need to pick me up because you know I hate driving.” Brandt huffed and reached over to steal what was left of the half of my sandwich I’d been eating, then shoved it into his mouth without an ounce of chagrin. “Oh, this is good. Where did you get it?”
I ignored his question as I thought about the fundraiser. The party was meant to influence new and current donors to offer the law school more money, which meant that most likely Judge’s parents would attend. Nausea churned in my stomach and my food threatened to come back up.
“Will the Daughtlers be there?” I asked.
He stopped eating the wrap he’d brought with him to stare at me. “Yeah.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, they’re not going to know you slept with their son once. You didn’t even know who he was. You’ll be fine.”
I nodded, but I’d never been good at hiding guilty expressions, and of course, he noticed immediately.
He frowned and dropped the wrap. “What are you not telling me?”
“Nothing,” I lied, glancing away from him.
“You have two seconds to tell me. One.”
I sighed and shot him a glare. “I’m not a kid, that won’t work. I don’t have to tell you everything.”
“No, but you do, and you’ve been quiet lately. I haven’t even seen you on your phone checking out Chris’s honey’s Instagram.” He popped his lips at me in annoyance. “Tell me right now.”
I groaned and ran a hand over my face. “Fuck. Fine.” I glanced around our surroundings—we were tucked away at a table under a large maple tree next to the library, and there was no one in the immediate vicinity, at least, no one who could hear us. “I’m... dating Judge.”
