Page 14 of Good Girls Beg

I was about to walk away, but stopped and frowned. Where did he get off saying that to me?

"What? You were the one who wasn't looking where you were going." I gestured toward his book.

"I was engaged," he said as if that explained everything. He stepped closer to me and dropped his voice. Heat radiated off his body as he spoke. My heart rate spiked to levels that probably weren't healthy.

"The female main character was about to have her brains fucked out by the six-foot-four hockey player with the enormous cock,” he whispered, as if that knowledge was for my ears only. Like we were bonding over a secret.

In spite of myself, I swallowed hard. "Good for her.” My traitorous voice squeaked involuntarily.

He smiled slowly. A dimple popped in his cheek, visible under a carefully manicured layer of stubble. A piercing glinted in his lower lip.

"It's definitely good for her. Isn't that every woman's fantasy? To be fucked boneless by a guy with a massive boner?"

"Sometimes it's our reality," I said without thinking.

Do not look at his groin, I told myself. Do not look at his… Oh, no, you're looking.

The front of his pants suggested he fit that description himself. Even lying flaccid under the fabric, he was big. As big as Blondie, maybe bigger. How would it feel to wrap my…

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," he drawled.

My face hot, I looked back up. Was I that obvious? Yes, yes I was. Ugh, being cock blocked the other night was messing with my common sense. I should not be ogling this asshole. He was smug as fuck, amused by my awkwardness. No way was he bothered by my staring at his groin. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the attention.

"I'm probably keeping you from your next class.” I stepped sideways to walk around him.

He snorted. "I don't go to this shithole. I'm here working on the security systems."

I was about to defend Saltgrave College, but then I caught the expression on his face. He was trying to get a rise out of me. Fuck that. I wasn't taking any more bait from the prick.

"I won't keep you then," I said. I straightened my back and walked away, feeling his eyes boring into me until I ducked through a doorway and into the restroom.

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself. An attractive guy talks to you and you get all hot and bothered? What’s wrong with you? Since when do you have a hair trigger clit? And for someone like him? Smug son of a…

He should have been looking where he was going. Who walks around with a book in front of their face? That guy, obviously. Asshole.

For a moment, I wondered if there was any chance he was Hel6913. He could be… What? Following me around and trying to find out what I was really like?

I dismissed the idea. It couldn't be him. First of all, guys like him didn't help anyone but themselves. He probably figured if he got me going, I'd drop to my knees in front of him and thank him for coming down my throat.

Second, why would someone like him stalk someone like me? I was just Teddie Ward, kindergarten teacher and postgrad student. I wasn't famous or even infamous. No, he was just a random guy I happened to run into, that was all. A random hot guy who set my blood on fire. The worst part? He knew it. My clit needed to learn to be more discerning.

I shook my head at my refletion in the mirror before pulling my hair out of my ponytail and trying to tidy it. Taming my wild curls was an impossible task, but I tried anyway.

No doubt he'd find someone else to suck his cock. I bet he was the kind of guy who tried to suck it himself.

That thought made me smile, taking the edge off my irritation. Except now I was imagining him lying on a bed, his body folded in on itself like a contortionist. Mouth wrapped around his… This line of thought was making me ridiculously aroused. This wasn't the time or the place, but after that encounter, I needed to take the edge off.

I stepped over to the door, turned the lock, and lowered my bag to the floor. Undoing the front of my jeans, I slipped my hand inside, and under the waistband of my panties. I stroked my pussy with a couple of fingers, already so damn wet.

I closed my eyes and pictured the asshole bookworm on his knees in front of me, his tongue teasing my clit instead of my fingers. I worked myself slowly, rubbing and stroking, biting my lip to hold back my moans.

I pictured myself lying on my bed, him over me, kneeling between my thighs, pressing his massive cock into me. Sliding in all the way to his balls. Filling me so much it almost hurt.

Fuck, I was so close already. How could a total stranger make me feel so damn turned on? I'd bet anything he'd laugh his ass off if he knew. His ego would get even more inflated. Jerk.

I rubbed a little harder, driving myself quicker and quicker, bucking my hips against my hand before I came. An orgasm washed over me hot and hard, swamping me with bliss. Moistening my fingers even further before I came back down to Earth.

My reflexion now showed my red cheeks, my lips parted as I panted.