The satisfied smirk barely had time to settle on his face before I took his mouth in a hungry kiss, thanking him without words. One of his arms circled low on my hips, while the other aligned with my spine, his hand gripping my neck to angle me the way he liked.
His hot length pulsed under me and I rocked on top of him, relishing in the deep groan that vibrated his broad chest. I tucked my knees on either side of his hips, then leaned forward into the kiss, until he fell back onto the Moroccan-style area rug I’d brought from home.
And once I was astride his hips, I pulled back and grinned down at him before biting my lip. His lips were full and dark, his cheeks flushed, the green of his eyes barely visible beneath his hooded gaze. A sense of wonder slid into the silence between my heartbeats. I’d put that look on Laird’s face. Me. Those gorgeous arms of his were relaxed as his palms rubbed my legs softly, in contrast to the steely tension in his thighs as he pressed himself to the damp heat between my legs.
I leaned down and licked his neck, closing my eyes when he sucked in a sharp breath. My lips pressed an open kiss to the angle of his jaw as my fingers gripped the waistband of his shorts.
“My turn,” I whispered.
And when his shorts were gone and my tongue was sliding over the swollen head of his dick, I got it. With past guys, blowjobs had always felt more like a chore, performed more out of expectation than desire on my part. But with Laird, I understood the sweet power that came from taking a man in your mouth, knowing at that moment, he was completely at your mercy.
I savored the way Laird lost himself to my touch, and the unselfish way he shared his surrender. As I hollowed my cheeks and took him deep, my hand rolling his balls at the same time, his fingers traced my jaw and tugged my hair into a messy ponytail. Rough sounds of pleasure came from his throat, and he flexed his hips. The pressure from his hands never increased though. He let me control the tempo and depth.
I remembered the lesson from the storage room, how he liked it, and when I switched from soft and fast to slow and deep, I was rewarded with Laird hissing out a curse before whispering my name.
And when I lightly squeezed his sac and brushed my thumb over that thin skin just behind it, he spilled in hot spurts into my mouth, his strangled warning coming too late for me to do anything but swallow him down. Those green irises were nearly molten as he watched the motion of my throat, his fingers tightening in my damp hair.
With an impatient growl, he hauled me up to his chest, seizing my mouth in a fierce kiss that had me thinking things I had no business thinking when it came to him.
“Fuck, Reese,” he murmured against my lips, his hands slipping up to frame my face. “What am I going to do with you?”
I lost myself in the nocturne of his kiss, the endless way his mouth slanted over mine, our bodies tangled together like a chord. I kissed him until I was breathless, the answer to his question settling quietly between my ribs.
Everything.
Reese
As I left Martin Hall after my calculus exam, headed for some desperately needed caffeine, my phone vibrated.
Laird: Hope your test went well. I’m sure you nailed it. Drumline party tonight. 9pm. Mandatory.
I hesitated, not entirely sure how to respond. The first half had been personal, but the second half sounded all business. It also didn’t escape my attention that he didn’t ask me to go with him to the party.
Well, you’re the one who wanted to keep it quiet around the drumline. It probably wasn’t fair of me to get mad at the guy for respecting my wishes. But still…
I weighed my options, finally deciding to answer in kind.
Me: I think I did pretty good, thnx. Good luck on yours later! See you tonight.
My thumb pressed send before I could overthink it further.
It’s just a text. Just a text. Just a text. I chanted to myself as I crossed the quad. With the guy I’m probably sleeping with tomorrow. My feet quickened their pace, as if I could out walk my nervousness over our first official—albeit secret—date.
Laird: Looking forward to it.
Laird: But not as much as Saturday.
I smiled, one of those goofy, dorky smiles dumb girls get when hot guys flirted with them. This was bad. Like, butterflies and rainbows and big puffy hearts bad. I refused to turn into a goopy, brainless mess around him. He could hang with the cymbal girls if he wanted that.
My phone buzzed again a few minutes later as I skirted around the fountain of the shark, thought to bring good luck if you rubbed his dorsal fin. I gave it a quick pat as I walked by, because, hey, it couldn’t hurt.
Smith: Drumline party tonight. Have you heard? Want me to pick you up?
Me: I just got a text. And, yes, that’d be great.
Smith: What are sidekicks for?
Me: For insider information, duh. Hint hint. Have you heard anything about this party? Anything I should be prepared for?
There was a long pause and I entered the student center, joining the line in the food court for a soda. By the time I reached the front, the smell of the oversized cinnamon rolls had completely seduced me and I added one to my order on a whim.
It shouldn’t take him this long to answer. Something was definitely up.
Me: Robin?
Smith: Yeah, I’ve heard rumor of something. I just don’t think it’ll affect you.
Me: Spill.
Another pause. Dear holy avenging archangels with lightning bolts and personal agendas. How bad could it be?
Smith: I heard there’s going to be a literal dick measuring contest. So, I think you’re safe for this one.
I almost choked on a bite of pastry, the white icing on my finger suddenly reminding me of something much, much dirtier.
The story of how Laird acquired Oscar had my brain spinning. I had to be prepared. I needed a way to top his prank, to hold my own with the guys.
I did a couple of quick Google searches on my phone, crossing my fingers we weren’t too deep into the Bible Belt for what I had in mind.
Bingo! Only twelve minutes from campus. And I only had one more class today.
Me: You’re right. I should be fine. Thanks for the heads up though.
Smith: I see what you did there.
Me: I expected no less, Robin. There’s a reason you’re my sidekick.
Smith: You know it. I’ll see you at 8:45.
Me: Wait! You’re not expecting me to be your fluffer, are you?
Smith: Nah, I think I can manage. But as your sidekick, you totally should’ve offered.
Me: …
Smith: I bet you would’ve said yes if it was Laird asking.
Smith: Just saying.
Me: Shut up.
I finished my cinnamon roll, trying really hard not to think about Smith or Laird or their dicks as I licked the cream cheese frosting off my fingers. They weren’t going to ruin my breakfast treat. Nope. Not happening.
Okay. I lied. I thought about Laird. And his cock. Especially when I was licking my fingers.
Smith: I’m down here. You ready?
Me: I need two minutes.
I adjusted the long skirt of the sapphire blue maxi dress, double checking my reflection in the mirror. My hair was in a casual updo, a sort of fauxhawk from where I’d pinned it back in a column of purposefully messy knots. My back was mostly bare, except for a few skinny straps holding the dress in place, and I was trying out those bra cups that adhered right to your skin. Putting them on wasn’t bad, but I wasn’t looking forward to the removal later. Pale gladiator sandals that showed off my bright coral nail polish completed the look.
For a moment, I second guessed everything, wondering if I should change into jeans and a tank top like last time.
But, no, I could do this.
Me: Okay, I’m coming now.
Smith: That’s what she said.
Me: Are you going to be like this all night?
Smith: Absolutely.
I rolled my eyes as I waited for the elevator. Greaaaaat.
When I walked out of the dorm, Smith was waiting by the open passenger door of his truck, ever the gentleman. Except then he wolf-whistled as he caught my hand and spun me around so he could view me from all directions, effectively ruining the illusion.
“Do I look okay?” I winced a little at how anxious I sounded. “Is this too much? Does it look ridiculous?”
I held my breath as he ran a critical eye over me again.
He reached out and rubbed a spot by the corner of my mouth. “A little smear with your makeup, but it’s fixed now. You’re gorgeous. Are you looking to make Laird crazy or piss off Marco by making Laird crazy?”