Never Sweeter(53)

He shook his head at himself, face contorted into an expression best described as grossed out.

But he really didn’t need to be. Her focus was all on something else entirely.

“That far back? You had sexy thoughts about me that far back?”

“Well…yeah. I guess so. I didn’t think that was the weird part, to be honest.”

“It is totally the weird part. I mean…what changed that drastically between high school and college?”

“I guess…I did. I changed. Into someone who tries to get girls to rub their shins on them.”

“You are seeming a little like a creeper.”

“To be honest, most of these stories are going to make me sound like a creeper. I mean, there aren’t many decent ways to say when you put a pencil in your mouth I thought long and hard about how those lips would look around my cock.”

Her face heatedso much so that she glanced down to try to hide it.

She couldn’t, however, hide the excitement in her voice.

“You thought about that? While I was innocently taking notes? In the library?”

“I think the fact that it was the library only made it more thrilling, to be honest.”

“You’re not serious. You cannot be.”

“Think about it. You have to be super quietyou moan once, everyone is going to hear you. There’s just enough shelter here to hide whatever we might be doing, but not enough to make either of us feel completely safe. Someone could walk up any time, see you on your knees, see you taking it all.”

“And by all you mean that…big thing.”

“Why not? In fantasy you can pretty much ignore the laws of physics.”

Now the heat in her face was up to five thousand degrees. It had taken over most of her throat and chest, and was slowly working its way downward. That was fine though. It was cool. He looked pretty red-faced, too. In fact, he was flushed all the way from his temples to his collarbone.

“So what you want is to make five plus ten equal three in my mouth.”

“No, what I want is to bend you over this table and pull that flirty little skirt up over your ass, then show you exactly how good getting your pussy licked feels. Matter of fact, that is pretty much all I’ve thought about since you said you’d never had it. I almost did it when you were in my bed, but I wasn’t sure I could manage it through a mouthful of jeans.”

“I’m not wearing jeans now.”

He fell silent then. Extremely, intensely silent, eyes heavy on her the whole time. Just a hint of mischief in them, and around the corners of his mouth. Like he wanted to smile knowingly, but thought it better to play it cool. Check the ground he stood on first, before things went too far.

“Okay, I feel I have to warn you that despite what I said about fantasy, I would totally eat your pussy right here and now. Like, that’s not a problem for me at all. So if you keep talking about it, chances are I’m going to think you’re serious and make a total ass of myself.”

“And how exactly would you make an ass out of yourself?”

“I might say something like: slip your panties off and hand them to me.”

It was a smart way to make the suggestion, really. He gave it all the sly charm of the real thing, but without any of the negative consequences. She couldn’t rebuff him. He hadn’t honestly meant it. It was just a suppose so, a what-ifthough tantalizing enough that it turned the temperature up another notch. Just hearing him say the words was enough to send a tingling shock through her. And then there was the sound of his voice, all low and slightly hoarse. The way he touched his tongue to his teeth after saying it, as if he was imagining what it would truly be like if she did.

Though he didn’t have to imagine for long.

“Oh my god, you’re actually fucking doing it. This cannot be real life.”

“You want me to stop? I can stop, if you really want.”

“Fuck no, never stop. Never, ever stop being this awesome.”

“You better be sure, because they’re almost at my ankles.”

“Are you serious right now? Are they”

He ducked below the table to see, but he didn’t need to.

She had already pushed them into his handand the second she did everything changed. The faint wince that was still in the back of his expression disappeared entirely, and was replaced by a steely sort of single-mindedness that she recognized immediately. It was the look he got when he was about to take somebody down. It even had that quick assessment of his wrestling opponent, before he made his movethe one that reminded her of someone rifling through a dead man’s pockets.

And in this case, she was the dead man.

She had around ten seconds in which he stood to check no one was coming. Then he was on her, brisk and all business. “Stand up,” he said, voice so rough it should have scared her. It should have made her think of the bully he had beenonly it didn’t.