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“You want a boyfriend or something?” Dean asks me, and I scoff. “What?” he says. “I don’t know what the hell you want.”
“Neither do I.” I answer him with the most honesty I’ve spoken since I laid eyes on him and turn my back to leave.
“The hell you don’t. You said you wanted me,” he persists. There’s a certain tone in his voice and a flicker of something in his eyes that I recognize. It’s a pain I know all too well. I hate it. I want to take it away and with Dean it’d be easy. He wants me, and I want him. There’s so much more at stake, though.
A slow prickle of ice settles along my skin as I think about what’s going to happen. I shouldn’t lead him on like this. It’s wrong.
But I’ve been fucked up for a while now, and he’s just so tempting.
“You know I do,” I tell him, turning around to face him after zipping up my bookbag. My lower back grazes it as my ass hits the desk. “I’d love for you to fuck me raw. Right here on this desk.” I reach behind me to grip it and then nod my head to the side and add, “Or against the wall maybe.”
His expression darkens with lust. I watch as his eyes widen with amusement at first, but even so, his pupils dilate with desire. Every second of silence is another degree of heat added between us.
I lean closer to him, feeling the tension rise as he adjusts his cock in his pants. His eyes don’t move from my lips as I whisper, “I imagine it all the time.” My fingertips play at the buttons on his shirt. Seeking consent, all the while luring him in.
“I bet you do too,” I tell him, staring into his dark eyes and willing him to picture exactly what I’ve been dreaming about. “It would be bad for me, though. You’ll fuck me then leave.” At the last thought, my hands fall to my side. That’s not the reason why, but I’m not above using the logic to keep him away.
It takes him a moment to process my confession. Like he’s paralyzed from what I’ve done to him, and that gives me a thrill I can’t put into words.
“So you do want a boyfriend?” he manages to say, and I’m equal parts amused and exasperated. The lies make the hole I’m digging for myself that much deeper.
“Look, Dean.” I start to tell him it’s not going to happen. I swear I had every intention of cutting him off. But there’s a look in his eyes that makes my heart still just a beat too long. A look that heats the small space between us. A look that I’m addicted to.
“Yeah? I’m listening,” Dean says as he takes a half step closer, decreasing the distance between us. He towers over me, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else. I’m caught in his gaze, caught in the moment.
I’ll blame it all on that.
“If you want to fuck me, you should just show up at my house,” I tell him and slip the ripped piece of paper in his hand.
The paper I’ve been scribbling on all class long.
The paper with my address on it.
DEAN
Idon’t know how I wound up outside of Allie’s house with that scrap of paper in my pocket. It’s part of a cute little row of houses off the edge of campus with white picket fences and a one-way street.
The only excuse I’ve got for showing up the moment my last class was over, is that I didn’t have any blood my brain could use. It’s all in my dick and that’s the reason I ended up here, pushing the doorbell and acting like a damn puppy.
She said jump and I fucking jumped. But it’s for pussy, so I can’t beat myself up too much.
I shrug my shoulders to readjust my jacket as the sound of her walking through the house greets me from the other side of the door. There’s a sheer curtain on the window and Allie pulls it back to look at me.
I only get a glimpse, but the look of surprise is something that makes me rethink what the hell I’m doing.
Until the door unlocks with a loud click and Allie opens it wide.
Any thoughts of turning around vanish. Her blouse hangs low and nearly covers up the cutoff jean shorts. It’s thin and almost transparent, a button-down white number that would look professional with slacks.
But in those shorts and a burgundy bra, it’s downright sinful.
“Dean,” she says my name and then leans into the door, showing off the curve of her waist as she juts out her hip. “I wasn’t expecting you, to be honest.”
“I wasn’t sure I was going to come either, but I thought you might want some company,” I tell her and readjust my dick in my jeans. She knows what I want, and I have no intention of hiding it.
I love how she blushes just slightly, moving a finger to her lower lip as she gives me this shy smile that doesn’t seem right on my Allie Cat.
“I guess I could use some,” she says and moves aside to let me in, although the way she eyes me is more like a hunter and not the prey. Like she’s the one in control here.
