Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
It’s wild to think that I started the semester totally infatuated with Angie, and now I’m so busy thinking about what I want to do with Ryan, I just don’t think of her like that anymore. Like a switch flipped off.
I’ve been still for maybe thirty minutes. Don’t know what time it is, but I’m guessing we don’t have too much time before we have to get up and get ready for our first class.
I must’ve intuited it or something because my alarm sounds, and I start to get up to turn it off, but Ryan’s hold firms and he grunts.
“No,” he insists, burying his face against the back of my neck and pushing his crotch against my ass. Heat rushes to my face.
“I don’t like it any more than you do. And if we don’t get it now, your noise is gonna start going off. And MegaDie or Judas Kills or whatever the hell weird-ass-named band you have is gonna start playing.”
“You know that’s not their names,” he says before offering a peck against the back of my neck, soft…sweet, even. I’m learning there are a lot of sweet sides to the guy I couldn’t have found any redeeming qualities to a few weeks ago.
“Siri, could you please turn off the alarm?” I say, and it shuts off.
“It’s adorable that you say please and thank you to Siri.”
“I’m adorable like that.” Guess I’m feeling a little flirty this morning.
“You know what wasn’t adorable? Watching a scary movie before bed.”
“Alien?” I ask. “It’s more sci-fi.” I sneak a glance as he tilts his head. I concede, “Okay, maybe Lance’s movie tastes have rubbed off on me a little.” Lance loves him a horror film.
“Rubbed off? Now you’re playing with fire.” As he says that, he slides his hand down to my stiff cock. “Oh fuck. Not again.”
Not sure what he means. “Not again?”
“Yeah, now I’m gonna have to drain you before we go to class.” He groans. “Such a tough job, but someone has to do it.” He offers a few pumps, and I can feel his dick stiffening against my ass.
“I think we’re both gonna need to be drained if you keep that up.”
“Don’t be rude and leave me blue balling if I’m kind enough to get you off.” He bites at my shoulder, and a rush of adrenaline flows through me. It’s like he gave me a taste of a drug, and now I can’t be without it.
“I wouldn’t want to be rude,” I say, “but we have, like, thirty minutes before we have to be out of here.”
“Then I’d better make it quick.”
On cue, his alarm sounds. It used to bug the crap out of me, but now that I don’t hate Ryan, I actually think it’s pretty cute.
“Hey, Siri, fuck off!” he snaps.
The alarm silences, and I laugh. “You could be a little nicer to your Siri.”
“Let’s not start the morning with a fight. We don’t have time to get that in and makeup sex.” He slides his cock between my ass cheeks as he continues stroking me.
“Maybe we can have the makeup sex after classes,” I tease.
“But we can still jerk off now?”
“Of course.”
He pauses before saying, “I can work with that,” which gets me laughing.
Fuck, the guy knows how to make me laugh nearly as well as he knows how to piss me the hell off.
He sweeps his hand over the head of my cock, and I can feel his warm, wet palm.
“I already got you leaking,” he whispers. “Mmmm. Perfect. This is gonna save us time so I don’t have to grab a protein bar.”
“Oh, is my dick only a convenience for you now?”
“Hey, don’t act like that’s all I think of you for. You know your ass is a convenience for me too.”
Still the same old frathole—although this is the only kind of frathole I’m interested in.
He shifts about, and it’s like we’re on autopilot as he gives me space to roll onto my back and he starts crawling down my body. He takes some nibbles and kisses on his way to service me. I can already tell it’s not gonna take him long to get me off.
When he reaches my dick, he looks up at me. His bangs are flat against his forehead, with a stray lock rebelling against the others the way it sometimes gets in the morning. There’s a wicked expression on his face—the expression of a guy who knows he’s learned every trick on how to get me off and is fully prepared to use them.
He leans down, running his tongue along the shaft, and I roll my head back, gasping as a surge like a subtle electric jolt rushes through me. It’s the sort of rush that assures me I won’t need coffee this morning.
He offers another lick when a loud knock comes from the door.