I COVERED MY yawn with my sleeve as I practically sleepwalked into class the next morning. My late night had made me hit my alarm a few too many times, and I’d barely made it here on time.
But hey, the important thing was that I was here. Not still in my bed running through the events of last night that I couldn’t stop thinking about.
West’s mouth around my dick. West getting himself—and me—off on the phone.
I couldn’t believe the way my body responded, the way it reacted even now. It made shit for sense, but I couldn’t deny the way I wanted him to touch me again. Hell, it was making me half-hard as I dropped into an empty seat in the back of the room and set up my laptop. Without a way to release the ache that was building, I reached for my trusty notebook, flipping it to the page I’d started on last night. I’d scrawled a few lines about the way I was feeling when I couldn’t sleep, something that always helped when I was confused or the emotions were too much.
As I read them back now, it did nothing to help the pulsing of my cock, only served to remind me of the hot-as-hell moments with someone I’d never expected. I couldn’t even blame any of this on West, not when I’d been the one to ask him to kiss me, to touch me. To blow my fucking mind. I’d fully expected to wake up with nothing but regret, but to my utter shock, all I could think about now was wanting to do it again.
Who the hell was I?
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat before having to reach down to adjust my dick in its confines. Shit, maybe getting out of bed had been a bad idea after all.
Or maybe you shouldn’t have gone out partying, a voice said in the back of my mind.
I ignored it.
As I added a couple more lines to the poem, I didn’t notice the shadow that fell across the paper from someone standing over me.
“If English class had included reading poems like that, maybe I would’ve paid more attention.”
I quickly covered my page. “What are you doing here?” I whispered as West sat down beside me like he had nowhere else to be.
“Oh, come on. Don’t act like you aren’t thrilled to see me.”
I glanced at the front of the room, where my professor was still getting his notes together for the lesson, and then back at West. Shaking my head, I couldn’t help biting back a smile, because damn, the guy was relentless, and too bold for his own good.
“You can admit it, you know,” he said, keeping his eyes on mine as my face heated.
I couldn’t help the blush, not when seeing him here felt like a continuation of last night. When I could still hear his ragged breathing in my ear. I’d been able to picture the way he looked when it happened, but my imagination was shit compared to having him here right in front of me.
West broke our eye contact to lean in closer and whisper, “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you? The limo. After the limo…”
Swallowing, I absently watched my professor lower the video screen, and as he dimmed the lights, I said, “You need to leave.”
“Why? You don’t want me here?”
“It’s not that—” My hand knocked against my pen, sending it clattering onto the floor, but before I could reach for it, West bent down to grab it. With his head down by my thighs, my cock took notice, which was absolutely ridiculous, considering where we were.
I should’ve known that wouldn’t matter at all to West.
As he moved back up, the hand holding the pen trailed along my leg, up to my thigh. It lingered there as West angled his body toward mine, and then he ran it up the outline of my dick. It twitched, liking the attention, but wrong place, wrong time.
I grabbed West’s wrist, stopping him, but he only raised a brow.
“Something wrong?”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Nowhere near as fun as this.”
I glanced back at my professor giving the lecture and shook my head. “Somehow, I don’t think this is gonna be your thing.”
“No, but this…” His fingers replaced the pen on my cock and I tightened my grip on his wrist.
“West.” His name rolled off my tongue on a hiss, and he responded with a low chuckle.
“You said you were up for a good time soon. Your wish is my command.”
My mouth fell open. “Not right now. Are you crazy?”
“Sometimes.” His hand moved insistently over the bulge growing steadily under his palm, regardless of the grip I had on him. “Now’s as good a time as any, don’t you think? Your professor even set the mood lighting.”
He was certifiably insane. The room may have been darker for the time being, but there were well over a hundred people in there, and the last thing I needed was West’s hand on my dick.
But I couldn’t deny that my body wanted it. That it responded to his touch with an eagerness that made the fit of my jeans painful.
I loosened my hold on his wrist, and a triumphant smile crossed West’s face. He unbuttoned my jeans and then slowly pulled down the zipper, and I held my breath the whole damn time.
He couldn’t do this. We couldn’t do this. Right?
I glanced around, looking for anyone who was paying us any attention. But their eyes were all focused on the screen. At that moment I was beyond glad I’d been running late, because the seat on the other side of me was empty except for my bag.
I reached over, propping it up more to cover my lap before sliding down a little in my seat.
“Just keep your eyes on your lesson and your mouth shut, handsome, and let me take care of the rest,” he said in a seductive murmur.
My pulse kicked up as I nodded, and fuck oh fuck, this was happening.
West pulled something out of his pocket, quietly tearing it open, and then poured a little in his palm before slipping his hand beneath my boxer briefs. I jolted at the contact of the cool liquid in his warm grip as he wrapped his fingers around me and began a slow, measured slide.
The struggle to remain focused on what was happening in the front of the room was real, but practically impossible as West brushed his thumb over the head of my cock in leisurely circles, like he had all the time in the world to tease me. I bit down on the tip of my thumb, resting my elbow on the arm of the chair in another attempt at blocking what he was doing.
Shit, we were so gonna get busted. And when we did, the word would spread around campus like wildfire, surely getting back to the one person I didn’t want to know—
No. I wasn’t thinking about that right now. West wasn’t the type to get caught. He was audacious to the extreme, but he seemed to get away with it, didn’t he?
And damn, he could work a cock.
It wasn’t only his mouth that was talented. Those fingers… He stroked and squeezed, varying the pressure, the speed, until my whole body tensed with need.
West’s words were barely audible in my ear as he said, “You feel so fucking good.” I grabbed his thigh, digging my fingers in so hard I had a feeling they’d leave bruises.
That only seemed to turn West on, because he squeezed me tighter. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t be getting his mouth on me today—his words still hit their mark.
“Fuck,” I panted, biting down on my finger again to keep quiet. It wasn’t easy, not when all I wanted to do was rock into his hand and groan out how damn good it felt.
I pictured him between my thighs, remembering the way he watched me as he took me all the way down his throat. It made my breathing come out ragged, and I could only hope it wasn’t as loud as it sounded to my ears.
West kicked his foot up under mine, connecting our legs and giving him more access to me. He angled my laptop a little to the left as he scooted in closer and gripped the base of my cock.
“Try not to shout out my name,” West said under his breath, seconds before he began to work my dick at an unrelenting pace. I lifted my arms to clench the sides of the desk to cover what he was doing a little better, and also because I still needed something to hold on to. My teeth tugged my lower lip between them as I quickly glanced around, making sure we didn’t have an audience before I succumbed to the pure pleasure of his working me over.
Holding my breath wasn’t an option for long, and I struggled to breathe through my nose as he jerked my dick like a pro. Opening my mouth for any reason, even for air, only caused an involuntary groan or noise that would draw attention, so I kept it shut as much as I could manage.
My toes curled and my body went hot and tingly as my climax reached its inevitable peak. I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I prayed that West’s magic fingers sending me over the edge wouldn’t cause me to shout his name.
The sharp, sudden burst of pleasure that roared through me had my vision going white as I came in a trembling mess. My release coated West’s hand, filling my boxer briefs. I could feel his eyes on me as he rocked me through it, pulling every last ounce of tension out of my body.
I relaxed my grip on the desk, but there were marks where the edges had dug into my palms. I didn’t care. Not with the blissed-out feeling of my orgasm still coursing through me.
“So…damn…hot,” West said, pulling his hand out from under my briefs. He wiped it against the front of them, but my cum still lingered on a couple of his fingers as he brought them to his lips. I sucked in a shaky breath as he licked them before sucking the digits.
Fuck me, that move was so sexy. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his as he reached down to adjust himself.
“Told you I wanted another taste,” he murmured, a cocky smile on his lips. Lips I wanted to take with my own.
What was happening to me? What was it about West that had me acting so reckless?
The bright fluorescent lights were flipped on, and I squinted at the sudden change before quickly and carefully zipping my jeans back up. My release had caused a seriously sticky situation happening in my briefs, but it had been worth it.
Especially when I saw the way West’s pupils practically covered the blue of his irises, his desire evident for anyone to see.
Desire for me.
West leaned in, so close I thought he was about to kiss me right here in front of everyone. But his lips never touched mine. “That’s three. See you soon, JT.” And then he crept out of the room like he’d never been there.
