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The first time we hooked up, I was the drunk and upset one.
As soon as she was in my lap, I couldn’t focus on anything else. So I told her that—Only you could get me hard right now—in an unplanned admission.
An acknowledgment, to her and to myself, that the past few years of denial had done nothing to curb my attraction toward her. That with other girls, it was just physical. Not mental and definitely not emotional. Maybe I didn’t even realize that was missing or was supposed to be there until her touch lit my body up like a supernova.
“What’s your name?” she repeats.
I huff a laugh that turns into a groan when she unzips my jeans and palms my cock through my boxers.
At first, I thought this was ridiculous. That’s turning to intrigue.
“If you make me come, I want to know what to scream.”
Holy shit.
Blood is rapidly rushing south as I harden beneath her touch. It’s hard to think straight, much less focus on what she’s saying. But I register enough key words to have a pretty good idea. She’s seducing me, and I’m the farthest thing from unwilling.
“WhenI make you come,” I correct.
“Lots of guys talk a big game but don’t follow through.”
I know she’s talking hypothetically. Know she’s acting out a part from stories she’s heard or movies she’s seen or books she’s read. Know this act is another distraction from an entire evening that’s been an escape from reality for her.
This is a game. A fantasy. Whatever.
But my dick rises to the challenge like it’s never been inside this girl before.
“Then you’ve been fucking the wrong guys.”
Cassia smirks. “Prove it. I already know you can talk a good game, Adams.”
“I thought you didn’t know my name.” I push her toward the stairs, smiling when she laughs.
Her long hair is loose, strands tangled from my hands.
“Everyoneknows who the star shooting guard is,” she says as we head upstairs. Her fingers trail the banister the way I wish they were still touching me.
“Everyone, huh?” I ask once we’re in my bedroom. I close the door, then lock it. I have no idea when Henry and Robby will be home or if they’ll be alone.
“Yeah.” She steps closer, tugging at my shirt. “Take this off.”
I shrug off my t-shirt, letting the cotton fabric drop on the floor. Cassia sighs appreciatively, running her warm hands down the center of my chest and then carefully tracing my abs.
Her hazel eyes heat. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
She’s seen me naked as many times as I’ve seen her. It’s still an ego boost to see her looking at me like that, the desire so obvious it’s written across her face.
I can feel attraction humming in the charged air between us.
Her fingers move lower, brushing skin so lightly it’s barely a graze. She follows the trail of hair down until she reaches my cock, easily displacing my shorts and boxers.
I groan when she grips me, her fist a devastating combination of pain and pleasure. My cock jerks in her hold, the tip flushing an angry purple-red color.
“Wow. Your dick is even bigger than the girls in my Genetics class were saying.”
“That’s…oddly specific. Was this a class discussion?”
Cassia snorts. “No. They were just talking before class.”
