And with that, he turns on his heels. Leaving me wide-eyed and breathless.AndyI have to high tail it out of my room for a reason. My cock is like a fucking steel rod and I need to take care of it before she notices. Horny college guy isn’t the vibe I’m exactly going for. Though I’m sure that is what she sees when she looks at me.
Damn though, I wish she’d see me as more.
I push open the bathroom door, close it behind me, and lock it. I never do this, get off alone, but God, Ava is making me think all kinds of crazy things. I’ve always had a thing for her.
A crush that I knew I’d never make good on. Right now she is in my room in a pair of tiny little shorts and a practically see-through tank top and all I can think is how badly I’d like to pick that smarty pants ass off the ground and set her on my lap.
I pull my cock from my sweats, pumping my rock-hard shaft as I lean my back against the door. My cock is so thick for her and I’d love nothing more to pump my come into her warm pussy. But that girl is a virgin, and the last thing she needs is a man coming on too strong.
I move my hand up and down, imaging Ava here, with me, wrapping her pretty lips around my cock, sucking me off. She is so special, so different than any other girl on campus, that it feels too good to be true to have her here today. I don’t want to scare her, but damn, I want her.
Her body is so beautiful, so innocent and pure. I want to be the man who claims her; mark her as mine. After the bet, I asked around about her. Lola, the bossy loudmouth told me all about Ava’s v-card. I’m glad I got the facts, but Lola needs to keep her mouth shut when it comes to Ava. She has no business sharing Ava’s personal information like that.
I’m so fucking close to coming. I close my eyes, imagining that I’m the one person Ava was open with. Picturing her lying in my bed, naked under the covers, spooning her warm body against mine, sharing her secrets with me.
Trusting me with them.
God, it gets me so worked up picturing it. I come hard, my seed spurting from my ripe tip. My head rests against the door as I catch my breath. God, I wish she’d see me as more than a jock.
I clean myself up and splash water on my face. I need to get it together.
Walking downstairs for the broom, I pass Connor and James where they’re playing Madden on the PS4.
“You show her how filthy-dirty you can be?” Connor asks with a laugh. “When she walked in here, I could tell she needed to be--”
“Fuck off,” I growl, cutting him off.
“Dude, I’m just messing.” He raises a hand in defense, fingers on the controller.
I shake my head. “Don’t mess with her. She’s mine, understood?”
Ignoring the raised brows, I turn toward the kitchen and run into Ava who is standing in the entrance. She’s holding the broom, eyes wide.
“You hear all that?” I ask wondering just how much of a Neanderthal she must think I am. And here I was hoping to move past the fucking jock stereotype.
She nods.
But surprisingly, she doesn’t slap me for calling her mine, for staking a claim.
Instead, she gives me the softest smile, a look that is so sweet, so fucking tender it makes me crazy with want.
“Are you coming to the room to help me clean?” she asks.
I swallow running a hand through my hair. “You want me to?”
She simply nods, moving past me. I take hold of her wrist.
I’m going to be the man who leads the way.Ava“Don’t mess with her. She’s mine.”
Andy’s words play in my head, screwing with my emotions, my resolve, my...everything. Because he made a claim of me. Sure, it’s something my feminist mother has tried to lecture out of me ever wanting.
“You belong to no one but yourself, Ava.”
And I don’t. Never have.
But right now, I want to belong to him. Just once, I want to give my body, heart, and soul to another person. I have no doubt I’ll regret it, and I know I can’t expect anything more from Andy Stafford than sex, but still... I can’t ignore the fire that sizzles at the spot where our flesh connects as he drags me back up to his bedroom.
Fire.
Energy.
Sparks.
I’ve never felt them the way I do with Andy. It’s like he has some wicked power over me that has me wanting things I’ve never wanted before.
When he pulls me into his room, he shuts the bedroom door, his breathing rough, eyes dark, and I swear my knees are about to give out on me. And he’s still holding my damn hand, fingers twined like he’s not about to release me.