I WAS DREAMING. I had to be. That was the only explanation for the pure fucking ecstasy of West’s mouth on my cock as I rocked my hips up, dying for more of what he was so damn good at. There was no way this could be real, because I didn’t do things like this. I didn’t crave getting another taste of a guy’s velvet-smooth dick down my throat. Or wish it hadn’t been just West’s fingers exploring my ass. I couldn’t deny that I wanted more, though, wanted him, as crazy as it seemed.
My head rolled on the cloud, looking down at—
Wait. Cloud?
My eyes shot wide open.
“You moan in your sleep.” A voice thick with gravel came from my right.
I turned my head—on a pillow this time—to see West’s heavy-lidded gaze on me.
I rubbed my eyes, not sure what I was seeing was reality, because the idea that West had spent the night in my bed, not to mention stayed the whole time, didn’t seem true. Everything I knew about him told me he wasn’t the type to wake up with his one-night stands the next morning, but… I wasn’t considered a one-night stand if we hadn’t had sex, right?
Shit. That dream hadn’t been far off.
The memory of last night came crashing back in vivid detail, every damn bit of it, and my cock stirred to life beneath the sheets.
Holy hell, that had been… Well, the hottest night of my life. One I may not have believed if West weren’t lying beside me.
“I don’t moan in my sleep,” I said, moving to my side to face him.
“You do. You also talk.”
“Really. And what did dream me say?”
West’s lips curved, his blue eyes lighter than usual this morning. “Something about ‘fuck me harder, West, yeah, right there—’”
I reached behind me for an extra pillow and slapped it over his head. “Liar.”
He chuckled, tossing it aside. “I have a feeling it won’t be for long.”
The challenge in his eyes, as if he were daring me to say otherwise, was doing something to my dick.
“You seem awfully confident about that,” I said, tucking my arm under my head.
“I am. Look how far you came last night.”
“How far? Or how many times?”
“I mean, I’m not one to count, but…” As he waggled his brows, my eyes drifted down his body. His very naked, very aroused body. He didn’t even bother covering himself with a sheet, so his morning erection was on prominent display. It was somehow even more impressive in the daylight.
“Pretty sure I lost count after four,” I murmured, eyes locked below his hips.
West chuckled as he ran a hand down over the ridges of his abs, then further, until he had the base of his cock in hand.
“There something you want, JT?”
My cock lurched beneath the sheets in response, and a sexy smile crossed West’s lips. He scooted in closer, reaching up to take the cover at my chest between his fingers, and then he drew it down slowly, unwrapping me like he would a present.
“Aren’t you a stunning thing to wake up to?” He brushed his fingertips lightly across my skin, and I shivered under his touch.
I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him with his hands on me like that. His lips were soft and pliant under mine, and the thought crossed my mind that it had to be from the hours I’d spent kissing him last night.
That memory did nothing to help the ache in my dick, and neither did West’s hand massaging my ass. He knew exactly where to touch, how to wield the right pressure, to drive me out of my mind.
Our kiss grew hungry as I pushed my leg between his and felt the insistent throb of his cock against my hip. I reached between us and—
A loud knock on my door echoed through my room.
We both pulled away from each other at the same time, bodies going rigid as we stared at the door.
“Who is that?” I whispered.
“You’re asking me?”
I waited another heartbeat, and when the knocking stopped, I shrugged. “Probably someone who ran out of shampoo. They’ll go away.”
West didn’t waste any time wrapping an arm around me and hauling my body up over his. His skin was on fire, which was probably why he didn’t bother with the sheet. I let my legs drop down on either side of his hips and groaned at his stiff cock rubbing up against mine.
The knocking started again, and this time, the voice calling out behind the door had my heart stopping.
“JT, are you awake?” my mom said, pounding a little louder.
“Fuck me.”
I sprang up like my ass was on fire, and West’s eyes widened, though he couldn’t help joking, “Now’s not really the time.”
As I got to my feet, I looked around the mess on my floor and grabbed my boxer briefs. “Get up,” I mouthed to West, who wasn’t moving at nearly the pace I was.
The knocking continued, almost frantic, and I took a deep breath, forcing my words to not come out shaky. “Mom, I just woke up. Gimme a second.”
“Oh. Okay, sleepyhead,” she called back.
I tugged on my underwear as West searched around for his. Amusement was written all over his face, but I didn’t know what he found so funny about this situation. If my mom had a key, we would’ve been so screwed. And not in the way I’d been dreaming about.
As I reached for my crumpled shirt, I stubbed my toe on the edge of the bed frame and cursed. Pain lanced through my toe, and I clamped a hand over my mouth, hopping around on one foot.
“Is everything okay?” my mom asked.
I bit back a hiss. “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “One sec.”
I threw on my shirt as West grabbed his blazer, whirling around to find the rest.
“You have to hide,” I whispered.
“I can’t find my boxers.”
“Too bad—you’ll have to hide without them.”
West pinned me with a look and ran his hand through his disheveled waves. I didn’t even have time to enjoy the way he wasn’t so perfectly put together as usual, but still somehow managed to look hotter than ever.
Damn, I was really over here calling another guy hot and checking him out.
“Honey, are you sure you’re okay? What’s taking so long?” Impatient was my mom’s middle name, and her voice snapped me out of my perusal of West.
I reached for his jeans and then threw them his way. “The closet,” I mouthed, pointing.
With his arms full of his clothes, a naked West took off for the closet, but not without scanning the room one more time for his underwear. I didn’t see them either, but the bottle of lube on the nightstand was a dead giveaway of what I’d been up to. I shoved it in the top drawer and threw the covers over the mattress in a shoddy attempt at making the bed.
“West.” I kept my voice low, and he opened the closet door a crack. “Call me later?”
He grinned and winked at me. “To be continued,” he said, before closing himself inside.
Even in my mad scramble, my stomach flipped at his words. There would be a next time. Only maybe it could happen somewhere my mom wouldn’t be able to just pop by.
The small smile stayed on my lips as I yanked on my jeans. Then I checked my face in the mirror as if she would be able to see where West’s mouth had been, then headed to the door.
My heart was beating out of control, and I sucked a deep breath in through my nose and ran my fingers through my curls for some semblance of order. One last check over my shoulder to make sure West was hidden in the closet, and then I swung the door wide.
My mom stood in the hallway, looking perfectly polished in a navy sheath dress and pointed heels. The pointed look she gave me was punctuated by the further rise of her already arched brow.
“Sleeping in?” she said, not waiting for an invitation before slipping inside.
“Uh, no.” At least, I didn’t think so. “What time is it?”
“Eight o’clock.”
“I don’t have class until nine thirty today.”
With her hands clasped behind her back, she strolled around the room at a leisurely pace, looking every bit the dean. Her sharp eyes were narrowed as she looked around, taking in everything, and I found myself glancing at the closet to make sure not even a peek of West could be seen.
Did she suspect something already? Was that why she was here? She’d never just popped in unannounced before, not without a phone call or text—
Shit, where was my phone?
“I haven’t seen you lately,” Mom said, coming to a stop at the center of the room. “I thought we could have breakfast. Catch up.”
I almost let out a sigh of relief. Yes, getting out of my dorm was a fantastic idea, and I nodded eagerly.
“I’d love to. Let me just, uh, brush my teeth and we can go.”
She smiled. “Great. I was thinking that new spot on the corner—”
“Yeah, yeah, that works.” Wherever she wanted to go to give West time to get out of my dorm was fine with me. I didn’t even want to think of how he’d manage to get out without attention, but that wasn’t my problem.
My mom waiting in the middle of my room with his boxers unaccounted for somewhere? That was my problem.
I finished rinsing my mouth, then wet my fingers and ran them through my curls. Some deodorant and a spritz of cologne and I was ready to get the hell out of there.
“Ready,” I said, grabbing my bag from beside my desk, along with my phone hiding underneath, and slinging it over one shoulder. “I’m starving.”
Mom frowned as we headed to the door. “Are you eating enough?”
“Of course I am. Why?”
She gestured to my jeans. “You look like you’ve lost some weight. Those are big on you.”
As she headed into the hall, I glanced down at the dark denim sitting low on my hips—much lower than where I normally wore them. The legs were too long by several inches and slightly baggy, and for a moment I wondered if I had lost weight and didn’t notice.
I glanced back at the closet before shutting the door, and—
Oh shitballs.
I’d put on West’s jeans by mistake.
