talk to you for a second?” I say, my voice surprisingly even and calm. I have to repeat myself to be heard over her raucous laughter.
Once we’re in the hall, I close the door, sealing Audric and Cheyanne inside and forcing Hazel to make eye contact. When she sees my fierce expression, her smile disappears, leaving her sober.
“What’s wrong?”
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper. I don’t want them to hear us in her room, where I know they’ll be eavesdropping.
“I don’t know what you mean. Audric and I were just hanging out. I think Cheyanne was sick of us, though, so it’s probably best that you stopped in. Are you looking for Des? She said you had to study and that she was solo for the night. I was thinking about going over and hanging out with her.”
“I’m not studying tonight. But you’re going to tell Des and Audric and Cheyanne that you are. You’re my tutor in calculus for the evening.”
I don’t give her time to argue. I push open her door and notice that Cheyanne jumps back in surprise from where she’d been listening. Stupid bitch is going to get what’s coming to her. I escort Hazel inside and tell her to grab her stuff.
“Hazel has agreed to be my tutor for the night, guys. Sorry she’s going to have to leave the ticklefest.”
“Thank God,” I hear Cheyanne mutter under her breath. My hatred for her grows and any lingering guilt I might have felt for her regarding what we’re about to do dissipates.
Before we get into anything sexual, I plan to have Hazel send out the texts about Cheyanne. The redhead deserves it. Maybe I can somehow use the text as leverage to get Hazel to sleep with me. I doubt it, but it’s definitely worth a try.
Hazel doesn’t say much as she gathers her bag, shoving her books inside with too much force. She walks, silently, with me to my room. I enter and go to my iPod, turning on some light music to help with the sounds I know we’re eventually going to make. When I turn to look at Hazel, she’s closed my door, dropped her bag on the floor, and is leaning back against the door with a pissed-off look on her face. She looks so damn hot.
“You know, I don’t appreciate being pushed around,” she starts. I walk toward her as she speaks. “I’m not the kind of girl to just be submissive–”
I delve my hands into her hair and push her closer to the door as my lips descend on hers, interrupting her little speech. She tastes so good, minty with a hint of coffee, and my senses go wild.
I didn’t plan on doing this first, but she’s just so damn hot, I know I won’t be able to think about anything else until I have her. Hazel is tentative at first, almost shy. But when her hands claw their way up my back and she arches into me, I know she’s as lost as I am.
I press farther into her, her soft curves giving way as my body melds into hers. We fit together more perfectly than I’ve fit with any other girl. She’s perfect. I trail my fingers down her face, tickling her cheek. She smiles up at me like I’m all she sees and my heart clenches tightly. I reach around her and lock the door and then lift her left leg and hook it around my hip. She understands what I want and uses her hands on my shoulders for leverage to get her other leg around me, ankles locked behind me.
I moan into the hollow of her throat and suck the sweet skin of her neck. She throws her head back in pleasure and releases a low moan. It’s a sound that releases the animal in me. I pull her away from the door, my hands under her ass to support her as she clings to my neck. I walk to my bed and lay her on it, following her down. I press lingering kisses to her neck and then pull down her top a little to get my fill of her breasts.
“Take it off,” she demands when I can’t quite get it all the way down.
I help her get the damn thing off and she moans at the contact of my tongue and her nipple. She’s so responsive, so alive. I want to make her come a million times,
Once we’re in the hall, I close the door, sealing Audric and Cheyanne inside and forcing Hazel to make eye contact. When she sees my fierce expression, her smile disappears, leaving her sober.
“What’s wrong?”
“What the fuck was that?” I whisper. I don’t want them to hear us in her room, where I know they’ll be eavesdropping.
“I don’t know what you mean. Audric and I were just hanging out. I think Cheyanne was sick of us, though, so it’s probably best that you stopped in. Are you looking for Des? She said you had to study and that she was solo for the night. I was thinking about going over and hanging out with her.”
“I’m not studying tonight. But you’re going to tell Des and Audric and Cheyanne that you are. You’re my tutor in calculus for the evening.”
I don’t give her time to argue. I push open her door and notice that Cheyanne jumps back in surprise from where she’d been listening. Stupid bitch is going to get what’s coming to her. I escort Hazel inside and tell her to grab her stuff.
“Hazel has agreed to be my tutor for the night, guys. Sorry she’s going to have to leave the ticklefest.”
“Thank God,” I hear Cheyanne mutter under her breath. My hatred for her grows and any lingering guilt I might have felt for her regarding what we’re about to do dissipates.
Before we get into anything sexual, I plan to have Hazel send out the texts about Cheyanne. The redhead deserves it. Maybe I can somehow use the text as leverage to get Hazel to sleep with me. I doubt it, but it’s definitely worth a try.
Hazel doesn’t say much as she gathers her bag, shoving her books inside with too much force. She walks, silently, with me to my room. I enter and go to my iPod, turning on some light music to help with the sounds I know we’re eventually going to make. When I turn to look at Hazel, she’s closed my door, dropped her bag on the floor, and is leaning back against the door with a pissed-off look on her face. She looks so damn hot.
“You know, I don’t appreciate being pushed around,” she starts. I walk toward her as she speaks. “I’m not the kind of girl to just be submissive–”
I delve my hands into her hair and push her closer to the door as my lips descend on hers, interrupting her little speech. She tastes so good, minty with a hint of coffee, and my senses go wild.
I didn’t plan on doing this first, but she’s just so damn hot, I know I won’t be able to think about anything else until I have her. Hazel is tentative at first, almost shy. But when her hands claw their way up my back and she arches into me, I know she’s as lost as I am.
I press farther into her, her soft curves giving way as my body melds into hers. We fit together more perfectly than I’ve fit with any other girl. She’s perfect. I trail my fingers down her face, tickling her cheek. She smiles up at me like I’m all she sees and my heart clenches tightly. I reach around her and lock the door and then lift her left leg and hook it around my hip. She understands what I want and uses her hands on my shoulders for leverage to get her other leg around me, ankles locked behind me.
I moan into the hollow of her throat and suck the sweet skin of her neck. She throws her head back in pleasure and releases a low moan. It’s a sound that releases the animal in me. I pull her away from the door, my hands under her ass to support her as she clings to my neck. I walk to my bed and lay her on it, following her down. I press lingering kisses to her neck and then pull down her top a little to get my fill of her breasts.
“Take it off,” she demands when I can’t quite get it all the way down.
I help her get the damn thing off and she moans at the contact of my tongue and her nipple. She’s so responsive, so alive. I want to make her come a million times,
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