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“Ellis is…” I glanced back like they might hear me, but they were halfway down the track, shoving at each other. “Sold on his theory that studying and fucking are the same thing. It’s just… Ellis. But they saw us come to school together, so I said I was staying with you.”
“You did?” He looked a little shocked and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
“Yeah. That’s all I said, no big deal. The uh, big dick rumor came from a different source.”
“I don’t know that I’d call it a rumor,” he said, smirking, and I rolled my eyes even though he wasn’t wrong. “What source? What does that mean?”
I shrugged. “Riggs has a wandering eye in the showers, I guess.”
“Really.” He raised an eyebrow, glancing out toward the field, and did I get a little jealous, wanna block him from looking at anybody else in their sweaty uniform and pads and jock, yeah maybe I fucking did, so what.
“Fucking straight guys is my territory, back off,” was what I said, though, and he laughed, leaning closer.
“You better watch that filthy mouth before I climb over this fence and bend your bratty ass over right in front of everyone.”
My eyes opened wide. “I—”
“Prescott! This isn’t goddamn social hour, let’s move it!”
I sighed and looked across the field where I was burning through all my cred with Coach T by slacking off again. “You gonna wait for me after?” I asked him, and I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him to say yes.
I figured he’d say something dirty about dragging me home, fucking me up, but he just nodded like it was a serious question, and maybe somewhere it was. “Yeah. Of course. I’ll be here.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
I took cold showers plenty—to wake myself up or get my ass in gear, or because the gas bill was overdue. Not to calm myself down though, at least not until Caleb showed up to practice talking dirty, and I gotta say, it really didn’t work as advertised. I was hard again as soon as I walked out of the locker room and I could barely keep ahold of myself until Caleb closed his apartment door behind us, and then my hands were all over him, sliding under his shirt, unbuttoning his pants, reaching for his neck to try and pull him down close enough to kiss.
He made soft, growly noises that I was really fucking into, hunching over and wrapping his arms around me, squeezing my ass in both hands, holding me tight. He came at my neck— soft kisses, then some tongue, then some teeth, and I was intoallof it.
“I swear to god if you’re all worked up because you fooled around with Chris in the locker room…”
I tipped my head back, thinking I’d laugh, but nothing came out but moans, filth, whimpers, as his mouth and his hands owned me harder, and I thought about the way he’d stared Walker down by the track. “Don’t you wish I had. You’d love a reason to scare him to death.”
“I don’t need a reason. Maybe I’ll just do it because I don’t like how he looks at you.”
My dick had an immediate reaction to that shit. A good one. “Fuck, you’re such trash,” I whispered, and I wasn’t sure which one of us I was talking to.
“Just for you, baby. Just because you like being owned.”
I grabbed at his arms, at his neck and shoulders, just so greedy for his size, how safe it made me feel in the most basic way, like I was so goddamn horny for protection— which I was, like it or not. “Fuck, I could actually climb you like a tree,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Go ahead.” He gripped my ass hard, and when I locked my arms around his neck like a joke, he fucking hoisted me up belt high, leaning back against the door, grunting like he was surprised I had weight. “Holyshit, you’re heavy.”
“What’d you expect, loser. Play a sport.”
He laughed out loud, and his fingers dug in harder, and god I was sore, but it just made me hungrier for more. Him literally picking me up had me drooling over how strong he was no matter what my asshole mouth had to say.
“Listen to you, you’re so fucking aggressive today. Sounds like I need to settle you down.”
“As if you could.”
“Let’s find out.” He readjusted me in his hands, juggling my ass in his grip and lifting me a little higher, half tossing me over his shoulder as I wrapped my legs around him, carrying me down the hall and tossing me on the bed, and okay, I was impressed.
I squirmed into the center of the mattress, half closing my eyes and just enjoying how much room was still left on either side, how I could throw my widest wingspan and still not reach the edges of the mattress. Goddamn, how had I gotten so spoiled so fast.
He stood at the foot of the bed, towering over me, and fuck it was hot, just waiting for him to do something. Probably the only time in my life I had zero anxiety not knowing what was next. And suddenly I was punched in the face with the truth that I really did trust this guy.
Like, yeah, I’dsaidI did, and sure, I’d definitely done things— like let him fuck me, and let him bring me home with him, and let myself call him Daddy and fucking mean it— that sure as hell spelled it out like I must, butfeelingit in my whole body this way out of nowhere, that was totally different than just words and actions. That was a big deal and too much to absorb when I just wanted to fucking grind, and I shoved it down hard in my gut, so it didn’t disrupt whatever he was up to.
