Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
His groan hits my palm as I increase the pace.
“Anyone could walk in and see this. See how hard you are for me.” I press my erection into his thigh. “Better make it fast, Asher. I want to see you come for me.”
My hand eats his words as he starts to thrust into my fist. His eyes are half-mast, and he looks so out of it my dick throbs, making me wish I had time to take care of myself as well.
I jerk him as fast as I can, and it only takes a few more seconds before he stiffens and his cock pulses in my hand. Cum coats my fingers, and I do my best to catch it all. I’m a gentleman like that.
He’s still, panting hard for a moment, before he sags back against the wall. He reaches dumbly for my hips and pulls me against him.
“That was …”
“Fun?” I grin, and he laughs weakly.
“Terrifying. And so fucking good.”
I hold his stare as I lick his load from my fingers.
“Shit …” he whispers. “So, this whole hookup thing. We’re still doing this, then?”
“I’m up for it if you are.”
“Yeah.” He swallows. “Definitely.”
Asher reaches for my jeans, but I quickly step back away from him. “You can show me what a good teacher I am tomorrow.”
“You don’t want me to get you off now?”
“No time.”
And as though I’ve summoned him, Dad’s voice sounds down the hall. “You ready to go, Kole?”
“Coming, Dad.” I drop my voice. “Or I will be tomorrow night.”
“Jesus.” Asher drops his head back against the wall. “I’m a dead man. Coach is going to kill me.”
“Probably. So you might as well make sure it’s worth it.” To completely drive him wild, I lean down, lift his shirt, and suck the leftover cum off his dick. “Better put that thing away before Dad sees it.”
Then I leave, praying my cock deflates in the time it takes me to get to Dad’s car.
Katey’s meeting me at Bean There during one of our rare overlapping breaks. I slide into the booth opposite her, but she doesn’t even acknowledge me. She’s studying the menu like she hasn’t memorized what they serve, and she’s obviously had a big weekend given she’s wearing her sunglasses inside.
I had a different kind of big weekend. The kind where I’m wondering whether Asher’s reward system is such a good idea. That maybe hooking up again … and again is playing with fire.
In my defense, he’s really pretty when he’s not scowling, and—oh, who am I kidding, he’s hot when he scowls too. But more importantly … his dick. Yes, that’s the most important part of this whole thing.
Nothing changed between us after the first time. Our friendship was still solid. There was no weirdness. But I wanted it again badly, hence the hurried handjob in the locker room.
I’m starting to wonder if we should hold off on doing it again. The locker room was a lapse in judgment. A hot one. But it was a mistake I shouldn’t have made because there wasn’t a whole lot of studying going on. None, in fact. And that’s against the rules.
Maybe hooking up can be one giant reward at the end of the semester when he doesn’t get kicked off the team. This is supposed to be about that.
The thought of not having his mouth on mine again though …
Katey snaps her fingers in front of my eyes. “Hello? Anyone home?”
I blink out of my trance. “You look ridiculous.” I point to her sunglasses.
“Voice … volume … down.”
She should know by now that only encourages me.
I pitch my voice a little louder. “So how was the weekend?”
“Probably better than yours. You missed that Halloween frat party that we do every year.”
“Halloween is next week.”
She frowns. “Then why were people in costumes? Either way, you missed a good night.”
“From the looks of you, that’s probably for the best.”
She finally takes off her sunglasses, glaring against the light. “I didn’t get home until Sunday afternoon.”
“Wow. A very good night. And day, apparently. Did you sleep with a frat bro?”
Katey scoffs. We both have the same opinions when it comes to frat guys and jocks. They’re too painful to deal with. Well, actually, no. Asher is painful to deal with, but I … like it? Yeah, tabling that thought for a future psychiatrist.
“Of course I didn’t hook up with a bro. Technically, it could have been because I didn’t see under the mask until later. He was dressed as Batman, but under the clothes, it ended up being that French guy in bioengineering. With the manbun?”
“I will never understand your fascina—”
“And his girlfriend. She was Catwoman. It was eighteen hours of some weird DC fetish cosplay thing. But it was hot.”
That sounds exactly like her. Katey’s never really been interested in people romantically, and I don’t know if she’s aromantic or focused on having fun, but when it comes to sex, for her it’s the more people, the better.