Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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And I told him what my life was like when my dad was still with my mom and what it’s been like for me since she showed up at that frat party. I even told him more about my sister Wren and my dad.

It feels like we’ve talked about everything, but seeing Ace in his birthday boy sash tonight has me realizing there is one thing I’ve never asked him. “Finn, when is your birthday?”

“November 15th.”

“November 15th?” A frown turns my lips into a crescent moon. “You mean I missed your birthday?”

“It’s no big deal.” He guides us through the rows and rows of books, and he doesn’t come to a stop until we’re so far from everyone else that I can no longer hear quiet chatter or see the glow of moving flashlights.

“It feels like a big deal,” I say, sadness evident in my voice. “I missed your birthday, and I didn’t even get you a present.”

“Good news, Scottie. I don’t want anything but you,” he whispers and turns off both of our flashlights.

“What the heck?” I nearly shout when darkness consumes us. “I can’t see any—”

His mouth is on mine before I can even finish my train of thought. He slides his fingers into my hair, and I don’t hesitate to return the kiss with fervor.

Before I know it, my legs are wrapped around his waist and his big hands are gripping my ass.

Goodness, this feels amazing.

I lean my head back, and his mouth makes a path down my neck and between my breasts. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness now, and I watch as he pulls my shirt and bra down with his teeth so that his mouth can wrap around one pert nipple.

My hips jerk against him when he sucks it into his mouth.

And he’s hard beneath his jeans, so hard against me, that my mind starts wondering what Finn’s cock would feel like in my mouth.

Finn moves his attention to my other breast, and a deep, throbbing ache starts to form between my thighs. I press myself against him again and that only makes me think about his hard cock more.

What does he taste like? What would he feel like against my tongue?

Over the past few weeks since we officially got together, we’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve never actually had him in my mouth.

The thought becomes all-consuming until I slide down his body and onto my knees. His hair falls over his eyes as he stares down at me. His eyes showcase a myriad of things—heat and confusion and want and desire. And it’s all I need to see to get the courage to unzip his jeans.

“Scottie?”

“I want to do this,” I say and pull him free of his boxers and jeans. His cock is so hard now that it juts out from his body, and the smallest drop of pre-come sits on the tip. I lick my lips. “I need to do this.”

I don’t give him any time to respond. I sneak my tongue out to steal a taste, and when the sweetness of him hits my taste buds, I slide my mouth over his hard length.

His hips jolt forward at the sensation, and it makes me feel powerful. It also makes me throb.

I suck, gently at first, and build up the pressure when his hands slide into my hair in the most affectionate but gently possessive way. He needs this as much as I need this, and I’m instantly high from it.

“Fuck, Scottie,” he whispers through a moan. “I never want those lips of yours to touch any other cock but mine.”

“Never,” I hum.

“And my mouth will never touch any pussy but yours. Never. Fucking never.”

“Yes.”

I suck him deeper into my mouth and when I feel his body tense up with pleasure, I keep going. I suck and suck and suck and suck. And I don’t stop sucking until the throb between my thighs becomes almost intolerable.

I suck until Finn tries to pull away before he comes, but I grab his hips and keep him right there, so I can swallow down his pleasure.

And I savor every single drop.

Friday March 28th

Finn

Fresh out of a shower, I walk into my room and find Ace lounging on his bed, watching an episode of One Tree Hill on the giant big-screen television that has no business being in our small-ass room. It’s his newest binge show, and I’ve basically been forced into watching it with him.

“Dude! Shit is popping off!” he exclaims. “Lucas just revealed he knows who tried to kill Dan in the dealership fire!”

I kind of hate myself for even knowing what he’s talking about, but I lie down on my bed with my eyes on the television because I’m a masochist.

My phone vibrates on my nightstand, and I check the screen to find a text from Scottie.


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