hate science, Hunter. I hate it.”
Sympathy rises inside me. “I’m sorry.” She’s visibly distressed, a drastic contrast from the way her face lights up when we’re working on our psych project.
“I think I’ll do okay on bio and math. I’m more worried about Organic Chem. The exam is the day before winter break, and I’m nowhere near ready for it. I need like ten thousand more study sessions in order to ace that class.”
“You’ll ace all of them,” I assure her. “I have faith in you.” And I have faith in her work ethic. This girl works her ass off. I’ve seen how invested she is in psychology, and I know she puts the same amount of effort into all her classes.
“Are you sure you have time to hang out?” I ask. I’m standing awkwardly at the foot of the bed, because there’s no room for me on there. “Should I even be here right now?”
Demi glares at me. “I’ll kill you if you leave.”
I can’t tell if she’s joking. That’s the problem with being into a chick who’s into murderers.
She gets up and methodically gathers her study materials. She stacks the textbooks on her small desk, then the binders, the pages of notes. All in neat little piles. Her organizational skills are as cute as the rest of her.
When the bedspread is clear, she glances at it for a moment before turning to me, a blush on her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about you since the second I opened my eyes this morning,” she admits.
“Obviously.” I grin, cocky as fuck. “You opened your eyes this morning to my tongue between your legs.”
“Mmmm yeah.” She shivers happily. “I’ll rephrase—I’ve been thinking about you since I left your house today.” She hesitates. “Have you been thinking about me?”
“God, yes.” No hesitation on my end.
Her expression brightens. “Really?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Oh. Okay. That’s good. Because I wasn’t sure if you wanted last night to be a one-time thing.”
Our eyes lock.
“I don’t think once will be enough,” I confess.
“Me neither,” she agrees solemnly, and the next thing I know, our mouths are fused together.
The kiss makes my head spin. I fucking love kissing her. I love how eager her tongue is, how warm her lips are. I love the way she whimpers when I tug her body close to mine.
I break the kiss to lick my lips. “Have you been sucking on something cherry? Or is that strawberry?”
“Cherry gummies,” she confirms. “But…I’d way rather be sucking on something else now…”
Grinning broadly, she pushes me onto the bed and starts pulling my clothes off. A second later, I’m buck naked and sprawled on my back, while Demi crawls down my body.
She kisses her way south, her lips leaving shivers in their wake. My cock rises in full salute, pleading for her attention, and when she curls her fingers around the base, a bead of moisture pools at the tip.
With a devilish smile, Demi laps at the pearly drop with the tip of her tongue.
The tortured groan she draws from my throat is so loud I half expect an army of Thetas to bang on the door asking if everything is okay.
Demi lifts her head. “You make the hottest sounds in bed.”
“That’s because you do the hottest things in bed.” Then I watch from under heavy eyelids as she sucks on the tip of my cock before lavishing wet kisses on my shaft.
Eventually my eyes flutter closed and I lose myself to sensation. The sweet scrape of her tongue, the hot suction of her lips. The blowjob is slow, tentative, as she determines what I like.
I guide her with husky commands. “I like it rougher than that,” I whisper, and I reach for her fist, wrap my hand around it, and tighten her grip.
“Really? Like that?” she says in surprise. “I feel like that would hurt!”
“It doesn’t hurt,” I assure her.
She tests her grip again, squeezing hard, and I shudder in pleasure. “What if I break your penis?”
A choked laugh flies out. “You’re not going to break my penis, I promise.”
Demi gives a hard stroke, then sucks on my tip again and it’s the best feeling ever. I thread one hand through her hair and start thrusting upward. This is way too good. My balls draw up tight and my vision wavers. Way too good.
“I need to be inside you,” I grind out.
She gets up and crawls toward the nightstand, and the sight of her on her hands and knees is too tempting to ignore. I rise