“I think I might die of blue balls before the week is out.”
Loud peals of laughter tickle my eardrums. “You have two working hands. You’ll survive.”
I pout. “If I have to.”
“Look, let’s talk tomorrow. We’ll find a way to get together. I don’t think I’d last all week without seeing you either.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“See that you do.” Another yawn slips out of her mouth. “Let’s hang up on the count of three.”
My belly rumbles with laughter. “One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
She hangs up, and the flat line of the ringtone reverberates in my ear for several seconds before I end the call and switch off my cell.
Hearing her voice and her words was just what the doctor ordered. Starting my truck, I grin as I turn on the radio. I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. We may not have admitted it to one another yet, but I’d bet my life Emily is falling for me in the same way I’m falling for her.
* * *
Two nights later,I’m still feeling those words while I have Emily pinned under me in my bed in my dorm room. She’s giggling uncontrollably. “Please don’t. I can’t take anymore, Adam.” Sam won’t be back until later, and Emily’s tutoring client canceled, so we seized the opportunity to grab a couple hours together. My cock thanks me for my quick thinking.
I squeeze her side again as my erection grazes her thigh. “Say it. Or else I’ll tickle you senseless.” I’m hiding a grin, trying to be serious, but it isn’t working.
Seeing her laughing and squirming beneath me is by far the best picture I’ve ever seen.
She grabs my cock. “Fuck me, please.”
“Now was that so hard?” I quip.
She shakes her head, holding in laughter, flashing her blue eyes at me. “But come on. It was funny.”
“Calling my cock Mr. Willy isn’t something any guy wants to hear.” I tease her more than anything. She can call my dick anything she wants, and I’d drop to my knees and worship at the altar of Emily. “I usually refer to him as the pleasure machine.” She busts out laughing, and I grin. I position my cock at her entrance. “Are you ready to meet the pleasure machine?”
Her lids fall closed as she lifts her hips, digging her nails into my triceps. “I’ve been ready from the instant I stepped foot in the door.” She runs the tip of her finger down my chest, eliciting a trail of shivers in her wake.
“I don’t like to keep any lady waiting.” In one move, I thrust inside her drenched pussy, and she cries out in a loud moan.
We’re on round two, and I’m thankful Sam is tutoring. Since our lust-filled weekend, all I’ve thought about is how to get Emily alone. Yesterday, we made out in my truck on a dark street off campus. While I’ll take whatever stolen moments I can with Emily, my truck isn’t big enough for the things I want to do to her. Regardless, we’re trying to be careful not to be seen in public, and finding a place to have sex is monumental. Sam tutors late every Wednesday, so we might be able to make this a regular thing. For about five seconds, I debated taking her to Mom’s for dinner, but it’s late, and Phoebe goes to bed early on school nights.
Lowering my head, I capture one of her nipples between my teeth and bite down.
“Harder,” she moans.
I swirl my tongue around, licking then nipping, teasing her. I love seeing her squirm when I don’t give her what she wants.
She digs her nails in me. “Harder and start moving.”
She’s such a bossy little thing, but I wouldn’t have her any other way. I pull out, and she shoots up almost to a sitting position. “Where are you going?” she protests, scowling.
I grin as I adjust my body, lifting her legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her pussy.
She flops back, and the minute I flatten my tongue on her clit, she moans so loud the guys next door can probably hear her.
But I’ve zero fucks to give.
