"Did you skip class to fuck your fist in my bed?"
"Of course not. I skipped class to fuck your mouth."
"Well, that's presumptuous of you." He lets the towel drop and climbs onto the bed, wrapping his hand around the base of my dick. I let him take over, working it to the tip.
I groan, stretching out on my back and thrusting up into his fist. "You know I'll return the favor. How are you feeling? Give me a number."
"Eight."
"Eight's good."
I lift my hips, practically begging him to take it in his mouth. Nolan licks his lips, his mouth just inches from the tip, but he still doesn't give me what I want. As much as I want to grab him by the back of his neck and force my dick into the back of his throat, I don't. He continues stroking it, cum leaking from the tip, and I close my eyes, waiting, until finally his tongue comes out, licking and sucking on the head before taking it all into his mouth.
"Fucking…finally…" I moan.
I don'tknow what took him so long. He sucks me like I'm his favorite fucking treat, taking me into the back of his throat, choking on it while he pumps me into his mouth with his hand.
"Oh, fuck, that's good. Don't stop."
I bite my lip, watching him work, and notice his left arm flexing. When I spread my legs wider, I get a good view of his other hand working his own leaky cock.
Fuck.
That's all I needed to push me over the edge. My dick jumps in his mouth, and I come hard without warning him. He swallows around me, and when I finally stop, he lets it fall from his mouth and then pulls himself onto his knees with his dick still in his hand.
"My turn."
9
like a christmas present
Saige
Ican't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.
I've felt like this all day, and it's literally making me sick. I can't stop looking for whoever is watching me; I can't stop checking my phone, and I'm sure the two coffees and the energy drink I just finished have done nothing to help calm my nerves.
I've been at the library since my last class ended, finishing my reading for psychology and history tomorrow. But you know what I've never noticed about libraries? Normal behavior in one is conducive to stalking. People creep around alone—typically slowly and quietly. They stop to peruse certain sections, presumably looking for something, but they could easily be lookingpastsomething, watching someone else.
Or lying in wait.
My phone vibrates against the table, and I almost jump out of my skin. I blame my shaky hands on the caffeine when I unlock it and open my texts.
KIRA Are you coming back tonight or are you staying with Dax again? I knocked on your door.
KIRA You should have just told me that you liked him the other night, by the way.
I sigh, only partially relieved. Maybe I should just ruin the friendship, like Elias said.
Because my only other option seems to be pretending like I'm in a relationship with Dax, and that's why I live at their house now.
Fuck.Do I live at their house now?
ME Hey, I'm at the library, sorry. I'll probably be here late. I just got started on my reading.
I definitely want to hang out soon, though.
Shit. Why did I say that?
