Chapter twelve
Trent
Neverinmylifehave I seen someone so devoted to their studies. Meghan sat at the table in our common room for hours without taking a break. When Hudson, Cade, and Rocco busted in, completely ignoring my request for them to keep their asses quiet, she didn’t flinch.
It wasn’t until my roommates went to bed, well after midnight, that I forced her to take a break. Eat and drink.
She wolfed down a few pieces of pizza, ran to the bathroom and back, and pecked me on the cheek before getting right back to work.
With my headphones on, watching episode after episode of a show I’d seen a million times before, I passed out on the couch. Which I didn’t realize until Meghan wakes me up, straddling my lap, and placing soft kisses all over my face.
“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear after pulling off my headphones and setting them on the cushion beside us.
“You finished?”
“I’m all yours until Monday morning.”
“You’re all mine, all the time.” Tangling one hand in her hair, I pull her in, bringing her lips to mine.
As she melts into the kiss, parting her lips to lash her tongue against mine, I slide my hand down her back. Finding the hem of her shirt, I push my hand underneath. Her skin warms under my touch, drawing my hand up her back to flip open the latch on her bra.
Breaking the seal on our lips, Meghan whispers, “Your roommates…”
“They’re dead to the world.”
Still hesitant, Meghan sits back and eyes each of the bedroom doors.
Once.
Twice.
Three times before her chest rises, taking in a deep breath as she crosses her arms, grips the bottom of her shirt, and pulls it over her head. After tossing it aside, she brings her fingers to her shoulders and slips her bra straps down her arms until the cups fall away, freeing her big, beautiful tits.
“How are you fucking real?” I ask, sitting there still in awe that she’s even here, let alone naked. For me.
“Maybe I’m not. Maybe you’re still asleep. This is all a dream.” She climbs off my lap. Standing in front of me, she unbuttons her fly and pushes her jeans and panties down her legs.
“If it is, I never want to wake up,” I say as she drops to her knees in front of me and pulls the front of my sweatpants and underwear down until my cock springs free.
My head falls back when she laps her tongue over the throbbing tip before wrapping her lips around it and taking me to the back of her throat.
“Fuck yeah.” My cock twitches with every lap of her tongue up my length.
I revel in it, palming the back of her head, even gripping her hair but before I get to the point of no return, I pull her off.
My hands are still tangled in her hair as I take in the sight of her. “Holy shit, you look fucking incredible with your lips all red and puffy from sucking my cock.”
Meghan licks her lips and I’m tempted to shove her mouth down my length again.
When she darts out her tongue to lap the tip, I growl. “Dammit, baby. If it weren’t for this fucking shoulder, I’d throw you down and fuck you so hard—so fucking deep you wouldn’t see straight for days.”
“Well, I guess that has to be my job then.” Meghan moves to straddle my lap again.
Torturously slow, she sinks, sheathing my cock in her slippery cunt.
After that blowjob, I’m not going to last long. Not long enough to keep my promise. To own her. Sink into her, body and soul.
“Wait,” I say when she rolls her hips and her channel flexes around my cock about to go off.
