stick his nose between her
legs without shame, I felt a ridiculous pang of jealousy as I sat down on the
coffee table facing Alex.
“You should know that, as a group,
we males have an innate tendency to preserve our egos at any cost,” I said in
my most professorial tone of voice. “If we sense we’re going to be rejected, we
will A) pull your pigtails or B) ignore you …” or C) try to roofie your drink if we happen to be like that dick at
the frat , I didn’t add.
When Alex laughed, I relaxed.
Under different circumstances, I would have poured her a glass of wine and
turned on the charm. Instead, I wrapped her in the blanket and watched her.
“Now, tell me more about yourself,
Miss Reed.”
She blushed.
“There isn’t much to tell,” she
shrugged.
“Tell me anyway,” I coaxed,
willing my hard-on to take a fucking sabbatical. “I want to know.”
“Well, I went to school in Santa
Monica—”
My eyebrow went up.
“Not Irvine?”
“No, my parents—well, my mom
and my stepdad—they took jobs in Orange County right after I graduated.
My little sister was finishing fifth grade, and they wanted her in a better
school district.”
“What about you?” I frowned.
“I was the experiment, I guess.”
She gave me a crooked smile.
“Honestly, I think I would have
been better off reading spy novels than going to junior high.”
“Where’s your dad?”
Her forehead creased, and I
wondered if her family issues might in fact compete with mine.
“In AA—or rehab, I hope. I
haven’t seen him since eighth grade.”
She looked down again, studying
her hands.
“So how did you turn out so
well-adjusted?” I asked lightly. “No drugs, no criminal record.”
I smiled when she looked up at me.
“Oh, yeah. Right. I’m the ideal
student. Practically flunking out my second quarter, wishing my roommate would
flunk out before me so I could have the room to myself, nearly sleeping with my
hot Calculus TA …”
My cock jerked, and I sat forward
swiftly, bringing my lips to her ear.
“Alex,” I whispered roughly. “The
other night wasn’t even close to nearly .
I could show you what nearly means …”
When I pulled back and looked at
her, her cheeks were flushed. Without thinking, I grasped her around the waist
and sat down on the couch as I lifted her into my lap so that her legs came
down on either side of mine. In this moment I knew that I was out of my mind, but I didn’t fucking care as I
wrapped my fingers around her hips. I began to rock her gently, rewarded by the
tiny moan that escaped her lips.
With a sudden flash of insight, I
knew exactly why I was willing to torture myself this way. It was because I knew I was going to be her first. She
gasped as I brought her all the way against me. Then her head fell back. Her
breathing became quick and shallow, and I had to resist the urge to carry her
into the bedroom. Touching her chin, I watched as she lifted her head and
slowly opened her eyes.
“Right now I’m going to take you
back to your dorm … but the next time I see you, I want you to tell me if you’re
ready.”
“R-ready?” she asked, her eyes
wide and unblinking.
“To learn.”
She was trembling, and I couldn’t
resist caressing the undersides of her breasts with my thumbs, watching as her
eyes closed again. I knew what I was
doing. I was making it impossible to turn back. When her tongue darted out and
touched the center of her upper lip, I gritted my teeth. I could make her come
right now. Hell, I could probably whisper in her ear again, tell her how badly
I needed to see her lose control—and then watch as she came apart in my
arms.
But that wasn’t what I wanted.
Now that I had committed myself to
plunging headlong into the dark side, I wanted everything. The thought of a
quick fuck—on the couch, in the hallway, on the kitchen counter, in the
bedroom—didn’t appeal to me now. I wanted her to surrender, one small
step at a time. I leaned forward, brushing
legs without shame, I felt a ridiculous pang of jealousy as I sat down on the
coffee table facing Alex.
“You should know that, as a group,
we males have an innate tendency to preserve our egos at any cost,” I said in
my most professorial tone of voice. “If we sense we’re going to be rejected, we
will A) pull your pigtails or B) ignore you …” or C) try to roofie your drink if we happen to be like that dick at
the frat , I didn’t add.
When Alex laughed, I relaxed.
Under different circumstances, I would have poured her a glass of wine and
turned on the charm. Instead, I wrapped her in the blanket and watched her.
“Now, tell me more about yourself,
Miss Reed.”
She blushed.
“There isn’t much to tell,” she
shrugged.
“Tell me anyway,” I coaxed,
willing my hard-on to take a fucking sabbatical. “I want to know.”
“Well, I went to school in Santa
Monica—”
My eyebrow went up.
“Not Irvine?”
“No, my parents—well, my mom
and my stepdad—they took jobs in Orange County right after I graduated.
My little sister was finishing fifth grade, and they wanted her in a better
school district.”
“What about you?” I frowned.
“I was the experiment, I guess.”
She gave me a crooked smile.
“Honestly, I think I would have
been better off reading spy novels than going to junior high.”
“Where’s your dad?”
Her forehead creased, and I
wondered if her family issues might in fact compete with mine.
“In AA—or rehab, I hope. I
haven’t seen him since eighth grade.”
She looked down again, studying
her hands.
“So how did you turn out so
well-adjusted?” I asked lightly. “No drugs, no criminal record.”
I smiled when she looked up at me.
“Oh, yeah. Right. I’m the ideal
student. Practically flunking out my second quarter, wishing my roommate would
flunk out before me so I could have the room to myself, nearly sleeping with my
hot Calculus TA …”
My cock jerked, and I sat forward
swiftly, bringing my lips to her ear.
“Alex,” I whispered roughly. “The
other night wasn’t even close to nearly .
I could show you what nearly means …”
When I pulled back and looked at
her, her cheeks were flushed. Without thinking, I grasped her around the waist
and sat down on the couch as I lifted her into my lap so that her legs came
down on either side of mine. In this moment I knew that I was out of my mind, but I didn’t fucking care as I
wrapped my fingers around her hips. I began to rock her gently, rewarded by the
tiny moan that escaped her lips.
With a sudden flash of insight, I
knew exactly why I was willing to torture myself this way. It was because I knew I was going to be her first. She
gasped as I brought her all the way against me. Then her head fell back. Her
breathing became quick and shallow, and I had to resist the urge to carry her
into the bedroom. Touching her chin, I watched as she lifted her head and
slowly opened her eyes.
“Right now I’m going to take you
back to your dorm … but the next time I see you, I want you to tell me if you’re
ready.”
“R-ready?” she asked, her eyes
wide and unblinking.
“To learn.”
She was trembling, and I couldn’t
resist caressing the undersides of her breasts with my thumbs, watching as her
eyes closed again. I knew what I was
doing. I was making it impossible to turn back. When her tongue darted out and
touched the center of her upper lip, I gritted my teeth. I could make her come
right now. Hell, I could probably whisper in her ear again, tell her how badly
I needed to see her lose control—and then watch as she came apart in my
arms.
But that wasn’t what I wanted.
Now that I had committed myself to
plunging headlong into the dark side, I wanted everything. The thought of a
quick fuck—on the couch, in the hallway, on the kitchen counter, in the
bedroom—didn’t appeal to me now. I wanted her to surrender, one small
step at a time. I leaned forward, brushing
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