Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I open the lube and start with my fingers first. Lifting my knees to my shoulders, I close my eyes and imagine what it might feel like to have someone prep me for real.
That gets my dick really hard, so when I push two fingers inside, there’s no burn, just pure sensation. I make a point of finding my prostate so there’s that zing of electricity that shocks my system and makes me see stars.
Soon enough, I’m ready for the actual thing—well, no, the actual rubber thing. I slide it in slowly so there’s less burn and try to savor the feeling of fullness it provides. I imagine a big, gorgeous athlete hovering over me, telling me he’s gonna fuck me good and hard. He’s wined and dined me first, of course.
That scenario always works well for getting me cranked way up, and I try to hold in my whimper. As soon as I grab my stiff cock with my other hand, I’m already spewing come all over my groin, and fuck, my shirt too. I’m the dummy for not taking it off.
When I hear a commotion outside the room, I jackknife to a sitting position, my heart hammering, but then I realize it’s only other students from the dorm. I gulp in air to get my breathing under control.
I decide on a shower, then spray air freshener in the room before I tuck in with a good book as if I didn’t just get myself off with a dildo.
After my Principles of Cataloging class on Monday morning, I have a shift at Bean Necessities. I serve a baseball player named Jordan Marks, whom I had a gen ed class with last semester and is normally chatty.
But not today. He seems distracted, and I can imagine why, given the buzz around campus over some scandal involving a party and another baseball player.
“Thanks,” he mutters as he moves over to grab a lid, making room for the next customer.
And fuck me hard, Brandon is standing in my line as if he didn’t dash my dreams last week. Okay, I’m being overdramatic. I don’t even know anything about Brandon. He might be a jerk, he might not. But wasn’t that the point? To get to know someone?
I try hard to keep my face blank as he places his order.
“Oh, you blended a different one today?”
His eyebrows draw together. “Huh?”
I did it again, didn’t I?
“Sorry, sometimes my words get jumbled.” I make a deliberate attempt to not mess up again. Besides, what does it matter? This guy is so not into me. “You ordered a different blend today.”
“I’m surprised you noticed.”
“It’s easy with the regulars.” My face is on fire, so I turn away to make his drink. He might not be into me, but it’s hard not to notice how fucking gorgeous this guy is with those fluttery dark lashes and surfer-dude physique and hair. Normally, I like the bigger, athletic types, but no way I’d kick him out of bed. Yeah right. Like that scenario would ever happen. Maybe it’s for the best. I’d totally make a fool of myself if we were to ever go on a date for real. Maybe Kael and Angelica had the right idea to become friends first.
Drink made, I avoid using one of the sleeves with the hearts. Keeping my expression neutral, I hand him the cup, and he pulls out his card to pay. I count the seconds until I can finally breathe.
Just as I think he’s going to walk away, he blurts, “Did you have fun at the party?”
His expression is a bit sheepish as I meet his eyes, so maybe he feels bad about the mix-up too.
“S-sure, um, yeah,” I sputter. Ugh, fuck my life.
“Cool. See you around.” He looks relieved to have escaped the conversation.
I absently serve the next customer—Harrison, who used to live in Liberty Court but now stays in off-campus housing—all the while trying to unpack that interaction with Brandon. Was he feeling guilty or just being friendly?
I wish I were better at this stuff. It would be nice to have Dex’s confidence.
Or Harrison’s, for that matter. Today, the handsome redhead orders one green tea and two hot chocolates, so he obviously has friends—a boyfriend too, if I’m not mistaken. And despite the shade of his hair being even brighter than mine—his freckles as well—he holds his head high and seems sure of himself.
Not that being a redhead is my entire issue, but still, I’m tempted to ask him how he does it. How even though his fiery hair makes him stand out, he doesn’t seem like an awkward wallflower.
Once Harrison walks away, I begin rearranging the cup sizes beneath the counter to work through my frustration. Something about organizing things calms me.
I would sometimes drive Dex crazy by categorizing our snack drawer by sweet and salty. Kael doesn’t seem to notice my perfectionist side, though maybe it’s because he spends most of his time texting Angelica when they’re not together. Not that I’m annoyed by that, just envious.