“N-no,” he moans, and I bite down on his bottom lip.
“No, what?” I ask.
“No, she doesn’t make me feel anything,” he whines as I slow my pace.
“Good, and neither will I.” I laugh, letting go of his arms and climbing off of him. I walk to the bathroom as a pillow hits me in the back of the head.
“Such a fucking dick!” he yells, and I laugh.
“I know,” I answer as I glance over my shoulder and blow a kiss his way. Now to go rub one out in the shower to the thoughts of him begging to cum.
Chapter 7
Bastian Vos
A couple of days later…
Walking into my last class of the day, I sit in the back and wait for the professor to come in. Zan is sitting in the front row and I roll my eyes. We haven’t spoken since his little stunt the other morning. I wonder if he ever realized that while he was in the shower, I jerked off and spilled my load onto his pillow. I smile at the thought.
Looking down at him, his eyes are roaming the room until they fall on me. He smirks and gathers his things.Great. More torture.He knew I would take this class. Which makes me wonder if he still reads books out loud or quietly now. I can’t read silently. That summer changed that for me. Unfortunately, it’s not the same with my girl reading it with me. It was so much better with Zan. Everything is better with him.
His body pressing against my back takes me out of my thoughts as he sits in the seat next to me.
“Oh, Buttercup. Did you think you would get away from me that easily?” he whispers, and I roll my eyes, acting as if he’s not right next to me. The scent of his soap radiating from his body is so overwhelming that my cock starts to harden underneath the desk. His arm brushes against mine, sending tingles up my spine. I hate that he gets such a reaction from me. I wish I could just exist near him and my body wouldn’t respond the way it does.
“I think after this class I’m going to go to the admin office and see about changing rooms,” I say purposely, and when he growls low, I know my words hit their mark.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Bash!” he spits, and I smirk.
“I think it’s best,” I reply, and he slams his fist against his desk, drawing attention from others in the room. I immediately look down and act like he’s having a tantrum all by himself. After a few moments, he clears his throat and leans into me.
“I swear to god, Bash. If I get back to our room and you are gone for the second time. I wi—”
“You’ll what? Torture me some more? Make me watch and listen to you fuck some slut right next to me?” I grit, and his eyes widen.
“Lower your voice!” he commands, and I nod, looking back to the front as the professor walks into the room.
“Just your dirty little secret, right, Zan,” I mutter under my breath.
“We’ll talk about this later!” he whispers, then opens his notebook as the professor begins her lecture.
“You know you’re confusing as hell, right? Like I don’t know what you want from me?” I whisper, and his eyes flicker towards me. I damn near gasp at what I see–anger, want, need, and sadness. This right here, ladies and gentlemen, is why he gives me whiplash. Nothing is said for the rest of the class. Once the bell rings, I gather my things and leave.
As I walk to practice, my phone vibrates in my pants. Taking it out, I see it’s Leelee.Shit! I haven’t been a very good boyfriend to her since I left.Pressing the green button, I bring the phone to my ear and take a deep breath.
“Hey, babe. I know, I know. I’m shit at this long distant stuff,” I say, and she laughs.
“You would be correct, Bastian. Why haven’t you called?” she asks as I weave in and out of people who are rushing to their next class.
“I’m sorry, babe. Practice has been nonstop, and by the time I get back to my dorm, I’m passing out hard,” I lie, and she huffs.
“This is never going to work if you aren’t going to make time for me,” she whines as someone slams into me from behind and I damn near drop my phone. My eyes collide with Zan and he snarls as he passes. I take a deep breath and continue to walk as I talk to Leelee.
“I’m sorry, babe. I’ll try harder. How’s dance going for you?” I ask, changing the subject.
“It’s been great. I have a show in two weeks so I’ve been practicing really hard for it. But hey, I gotta run. Sharon and Wesley are at it again.” She laughs, and I shake my head.
“They need to get it together. But alright, Lee. I’ll call you tonight,” I tell her.
