He’s coming.
In his pants.
Because of a kiss.
Fuck. Me.
I rub him through his shorts, feeling the wet warmth spread, tasting the way he pants against my lips as he trembles through his climax. If he was confused and embarrassed before, I know this is going to cause him to have some kind of existential crisis. But I want him to know just how sexy it was that he lost control like that.
I bend down, press my mouth to the soaked fabric of his thin gym shorts, and suck. Tasting him like this makes me want to rub myself through my pants, to take his hand and show him just what it does to me.
He cries out, cock jerking beneath my lips. Lifting my head, I kiss my way up his neck to his lips, panting into his mouth.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper. “I knew you wanted it. But I didn’t know how bad.”
Beckett flinches as if the words burned him. His breathing turns sharp, and his eyes widen in panic.
“Oh, hey.Shh, it’s okay.” I murmur, reaching up to smooth his hair back.
He slaps my hand away, scrambling back, and gets to his feet. He’s still half-hard and looks wrecked. He stares at me for barely a heartbeat, breath ragged, then turns and bolts across the lawn and back towards the dorms.
I sit under the tree a second longer, giving my body a chance to calm down. My heart is pounding, and my lips are bruised.
I can still taste him.
And while I feel bad that Beckett is freaking out, all I can think is that I can take control and show him what I know he wants. What he needs.
I’ll give him space, but I’ll be right there the moment he shows any signs of being ready to explore this new side of him.
He’s gone right now, but he’s not going far.
CHAPTER 13
BECK
My lungs burn, my heartbeat is a frantic mess, and my legs feel like they’re going to collapse. And none of it has anything to do with the sprint I just made around campus to get back to the dorm. The sticky mess in my shorts is an acute reminder of how completely fucked my head and body are.
As expected, Cade and Fish are in the kitchenette, looking like they rose from the dead barely five minutes ago. Cade’s hair is smooshed on one side. Fish is blinking like the sun is a personal attack on his retinas.
Except they both seem to be awake enough to notice that something is off, if the way they’re staring at me is any indication.
“Dude,” Fish says. “Did you go for a run?”
“Yeah,” I gasp out. “Morning run.”
It’s technically not a lie. There was a lot of running involved. It just wasn’t a casual, planned jog like it normally would be.
Cade leans his elbows on the counter, smirking. “We saw you and Brody walking around the courtyard,” he says, nodding hishead towards the one window in the living area. “What was he saying? You looked… I don’t know. Weird.”
My stomach free-falls. I shrug hard enough to seem annoyed. “Just talking shit. He’s always talking shit.”
“Yeah, but you don’t usually look like you’re about to pass out when he bothers you,” Cade says, ripping open a protein bar with his teeth. “Are you sick or something?”
“I let my dad get in my head last night,” I mutter. It’s an excuse that’s easier to believe. “I don’t really want to talk about it, though.”
They exchange an understanding look, then change the subject. They launch into a recap of the intra-squad showcase, which also happens to be high on the list of things I don’t want to touch with a thick, nine-inch pole.
I last maybe ninety seconds.
