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All I see is a slim, toned build, and thick pretty lashes, and a sinful red mouth that belongs to the last person I should be fantasizing about.
Hell, is it even a fantasy anymore, when it’s the reality of experiencing it—him—that spurred this on?
Gritting my teeth, I breathe harshly through my nose, trailing my fingers down my nuts and skating the tips across the drawn-up swells, pretending it’s a curious tongue. And the steam, hot, unsteady pants.
A choked sound unlike anything I ever heard come out of me fills the small enclosure, bouncing off the walls. Never have I been so fucking grateful I let Mel get me a private bungalow.
I can’t imagine the walls are very thick in the dorms.
Turning my head, I bury my face in my bicep, biting down on my flesh hard enough I’m sure there will be a bruise. One similar to the mark Skyler left on my pec.
Fuck.
The guilt that’s been steadily rising all day, crashing over at me any time I seem to forget what I did—rises once more to the surface, mingling with the pleasure and need wreaking havoc on my senses.
I’m drowning in it all.
He told me he’s never done this before, and what did I do? I encouraged him. I didn’t pull back and stop, or even try to talk about it.
I…fuck,I’m older, experienced, and I took complete and total advantage of him, a barely eighteen-year-old virgin. Aninjuredone at that.
I should be fucking disgusted with myself. They should throw me in jail, legal age be damned.
What I should not be, is in the shower, jerking off to the images of him licking my cock like a lollipop, seconds away from busting a load all over the shower walls.
Groaning, I grip my shaft in a punishing hold. My balls tingle, tightening.
I pant raggedly into my arm, frustrated tears biting the backs of my eyes.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.
In my head, I see Skyler pulling back after I came down his throat, a drop of my cum clinging to his shiny, swollen lips. His neck and cheeks beet-fucking red from a combination of exertion and beard burn. Eyes hooded, pupils blown all to hell.
I remember sitting up on my forearms, like I was going to chase him down on his back, drag him back under me, and return the favor. It’s what I wanted—what my body wanted—but then the image of him getting himself there stopped me in my tracks.
On his knees, thighs spread, his hand tugging furiously at his thick, rigid length. The way his balls seemed to clench under his fist. The way his red, shiny tip spurted cum all down the side of his knuckles.
That moan.
That sweet, wrecked moan that sounded like angels singing to my ears.
My body shudders and I dig my forehead into the wall, curling my toes into the tile as I stroke myself harder, mouth parted against my bicep.
I think about what his cock looked like afterward, softening, draped over his thigh, flushed and slick with cum.
Fuck, how badlyI wanted to crawl forward, dip down, and lick him up. Suck him between my lips, feel its heavy weight on my tongue…wait for him to get hard again, and bring him to the brink with nothing more than my mouth.
Hell, maybe I’d even slip a finger down between his thighs, seek out his hole—
“FUCK!”A deep-chested roar rips out of me just as my cock erupts, spraying the shower walls with my release.
My body jolts, my vision whitening.
Slumping against the wall, I’m barely aware of the shower even running. My thoughts drift, becoming hazy.
I have no idea what the fuck this is.
All I know is I have just seven more weeks to endure, and I’m going to do everything in my power to stay away from Skyler Sinclair.
