And I’d saved a pic so I could remember what Flynn’s ex looked like.
For science.
An electric prickle of anticipation slid across my chest. I leaned against the warm brick wall of the South Lawn Lecture Hall and stared up at the cloudless blue sky, squinting against the sun. Tall maple trees cast shade on the sidewalk, but they were too far away to help me. Sweat plastered my black T-shirt to my chest, and my sunglasses slipped down my nose. For a second, I tempted fate and glanced directly at the burning glow, but quickly closed my eyes.
People began to stream out of the glass doors beside me. Taking a deep breath to steady a skitter of nerves that tingled along my spine, I went inside. This lecture hall was small, so when I crossed a short entryway, I was already in the main aisle between the rows of seats on either side. Flynn was down the slope of the floor at the front of the classroom, bent over a desk collecting papers into a pile, and my breath caught at the sight of his strong back and muscled ass in very nicely fitting blue suit pants. He turned, oblivious to the fact he wasn’t alone anymore, and stuffed the papers into a messenger bag. I didn’t like the stressed way he pursed his lips, as if he was thinking of something horrible.
And I knew exactly what would get his mind off all his problems.
“You owe me fifty dollars.” My voice echoed like a thunderclap.
Excitement exploded in my gut when Flynn stiffened and sucked in a breath. His eyes went wide as he straightened and guardedly turned to face me as if I was a predator. He was right to be wary; I wanted to capture him. I’d spent all weekend picking at how his mind worked, going over every word he’d said to me. I thought he was a smart guy, but for someone who was intelligent he seemed very confused to see me here.
I’d told him I wanted to see him again.
His suit coat was cut tight on his muscled shoulders—maybe he’d tried burning away the grief over his ex at the gym before he’d come looking for my cock to help him out. I loved the way the material clung just a little too much because it reminded me of the strong body hidden underneath.
“How... how did you find me?” He smoothed a hand down his tie, stopping to flip the end of it around. I wasn’t sure why, but that little nervous tell had my heart picking up pace.
“I looked.” I made myself stare at him until he broke and glanced at the floor, and it was fucking wonderful to see him submit in that small way that someone else might have found insignificant. I’d played with subs, met a few people here and there, and he was giving me strongtake me nowvibes.
The best vibes.
I’d never had someone of my own.
“Oh,” he said, feet shifting. I loved and hated his discomfort. I enjoyed causing some light anxiety, but I disliked that he didn’t know me well enough to trust me to make it better. But I’d fix that. I stalked closer, and he didn’t move, though his gaze did dart to the doors. I kept walking until I was close enough to take a deep sniff of the warm, rich, musky scent that surrounded him.
His jaw ticked. “Um....”
I took another step closer. Too close—Flynn tensed. I enjoyed him a bit nervous, but I didn’t like what was happening now. I didn’t back off, though.
“I don’t have any cash on me.” His silly smile quickly wilted and pink spread up his neck.
“That’s fine. Instead of paying me, let me take you out tonight.” I flashed him the grin that usually got guys to do what I wanted—including my dad and papa.
He shook his head and fumbled for the strap of his messenger bag, dragging it onto his shoulder. I didn’t know much about him, but the fact that the bag was green leather in the shape of a leaf—something that belonged inLord of the Rings—made me smile. It was cute. While I was distracted, he stepped around me and began walking along the center aisle between the seats toward the doors.
“Is that a no?” I asked.
“No,” he said, still walking, but his voice was ragged.
“Why?”
He stopped to turn and glare, and I internally celebrated. No, he didn’t want to go; he wanted another ride on my cock. I followed after him and knew I was swaggering like an asshole, the way I used to after I’d sunk a ball through the hoop on the court. This was the same kind of victory. His grip on the messenger bag tightened until his fingers were nearly white. I took in every piece of him, from his scuffed black shoes to his muscled thighs and panic stricken-eyes, until I was at his side, closer than before.
Flynn dropped his gaze to my mouth, and I could see the struggle on his face. He wanted to do what I’d said. He wanted me to tell him to put that ass in the air to be used and to take his clothes off. His need was in the tremble that raced across his shoulders and the hitch of his breath. I felt like I was five hundred feet tall. This strong man was worried about me being so close.
He was afraid I could break him.
I leaned in and dragged that slightly sweet scent of him deep into my lungs. “You want to be my bitch again. You’ve been thinking about it. You want to get on your knees this time. Show me how good you are at sucking cock.” I stepped in until I could feel the heat of his skin against my lips and whispered into his ear, “Or have you been jerking off all weekend to the memory of my cock deep inside you? Maybe you wonder what it could’ve been like with your ankles over my shoulders? Friday night, people outside that bathroom knew your ass was getting owned by me. Did you stuff your hole with your fingers and think about how good it felt when I made you mine? How many times did you come?”
His chest rose and fell and he blinked fast. I’d knocked him stupid, and I took my chances of maybe getting clocked—it would probably hurt with his guns—and turned my head to brush my lips over his. He jolted as if he’d stepped on a live wire, but didn’t fight to free himself, and I licked into his mouth once before I stepped back and put some distance between us.
He shook his head and stumbled toward the doors, then took off like he was twenty minutes late for an appointment. I kept up with him easily, nearly jogging.
“Well?” I demanded.
“No, I can’t go out with you because now that I know you’re a student, it would be inappropriate.”
