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“Shit, I’m sorry,” I ramble as I feel the blood drain from my face. “I didn’t mean for it to be that dark. The guys are definitely going to ask about it.”
“Hey.” Paul lifts my chin so I’m looking him in the eye. “It’s okay. I’ve never had a hickey before.”
The smile that splits my face hurts my cheeks, but I don’t try to dull it. I love being his firsts. While I wasn’t sleeping witheveryonewho offered, I definitely got around for a while there, but Paul’s innocence reminds me of the butterflies and excitement. I like showing him new things.
“I can’t wait to rim you.” I smirk at him. “It’s fucking amazing.”
Paul smiles and nods. “Noted.”
He gives me another quick kiss, and we both adjust ourselves to make the hard-ons less noticeable, then turn to the door. Nikki is standing in the window of the door, watching us. What the fuck?
My stomach drops to the floor, and I swear my blood turns to ice.
Fuck.
No one knows about Paul but Jeremy and Preston. Will she tell anyone? Ask questions?
Paul growls behind me and lets out a huff of breath. I guess he saw her too. She lifts an eyebrow, meets my eyes, then walks away.
Dread sits heavy on my shoulders, and I’m afraid to turn around. I don’t know what I’m going to see on Paul’s face and that scares me.
“Let’s get to class,” he says and puts a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble miserably.
“Nothing to be sorry about. Let’s just get to class.”
30
Paul
Nikki has got to go.
That chick is like an invasive pest. She shows up where you least want her, pushing her way in, and taking over. I hate her.
She makes me want to act like a caveman and tell her Brendon is mine.
All through classes, my brain is bouncing between fucking Brendon and Nikki telling people I’m gay or bi or whatever term she uses. I’m tense and frustrated and tired of myself when I get back to the dorm.
Brendon isn’t back yet, so I drop my bag and lay down in the dark, just needing a damn minute to chill out, but before I know it, I’m asleep.
I wake up slowly, to something grinding against my dick. My lungs suck in a little gasp and my eyes flutter open to find Brendon between my thighs and leaning over me.
“Please fuck me,” he murmurs. “I need you.”
I reach for him, bringing his mouth to mine in a slow, deep, lingering kiss. I’m relaxed from sleep and just want to explore him for a while. Brendon trembles, pants, and whimpers into our kiss. He’s so desperate and needy it’s intoxicating. I love him like this, that I can do this to him.
“Roll over,” I command, and he wastes no time switching spots with me on the bed. I get to my knees and pull his pants and underwear off, dropping them on the floor. He sits up to pull his shirt off, and I remove my clothes too, finally getting skin to skin with him. We groan in unison at the connection, at the warmth of our bodies together.
Brendon’s hips cradle mine, his legs wrapped loosely around me as I lean over him to kiss him again. He can’t keep still, too worked up from being edged for hours.
He’s whimpering and panting, his hands demanding and trying to rush.
“Shh,” I say with my lips on his chest. “I’ll get you there.”
“Please . . .” His voice is heavy with desperation, almost a sob in the quiet of the room. “I need you.”
I bite at his flesh, worshipping his body, sucking on his nipples and as much of the surrounding flesh that I can get into my mouth. His back arches off the bed, making my dick rub against his abdomen, and I moan around his skin.
