Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
He nodded, then shyly bit his lip as if unsure.
I stood up, quickly typing: Meet me outside my dorm in five minutes.
“Where the hell are you going?” Bones asked.
“To meet your momma,” I replied, and Spencer laughed. “Got shit to do before class. See you at practice.”
My heart thrummed the entire way to my dorm. When I saw Lark waiting outside, my head felt sort of fuzzy. Was this even a good idea? Right then I couldn’t find it in me to care.
“Follow me.” We headed up the stairs to the second floor, thankfully never running into anyone. Once inside, I locked the door behind me, even though most people were at class. No way did I want someone barging in and getting the wrong idea.
What wrong idea? Me studying with a friend? God, I was losing it.
We stood a few feet apart, staring at each other, neither of us seeming to know what to do next. It suddenly occurred to me that this was a first, to invite someone into my space, and it felt personal and nerve-racking.
Lark’s gaze panned the room, glancing at my picture frames and our football posters. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be.”
I made a face. “Really? Because it feels like Spence and I are practically living on top of each other.”
“Eh, everything is relative,” he replied, and I thought of that comment at lunch about him living in a trailer. No way I’d ever ask him.
“Why don’t you fire up your computer before we run out of time.”
“Good idea.” He sat at the foot of my bed and pulled his laptop out of his bag.
I sank down next to him, and in no time, we worked through the problem together.
“Damn, thank you,” he said and hit Send to turn in the assignment. “That’s a load off.”
“No problem.” I watched as he stood and stored his computer away again, and then we just stared awkwardly until Lark said, “Well, I should probably…”
“Wait.” My hand darted out and encircled his wrist. We were in my room alone, and I didn’t want to lose this opportunity. “Can you just… Can we just…”
Lark turned to look at me. “What are you asking me?”
“To stay a few more minutes? I just want… We’re alone, and…” My face heated.
His eyes burned into mine. “And?”
I forked my fingers through my hair. “I don’t know. Just wanna be with you. I have no experience with this, so…”
Still, he waited for me to make the final decision. And though I appreciated his giving me that space, I also felt too vulnerable as the newb in this situation.
“Why don’t you…” I tugged on his hand and scooted back a little too quickly, causing him to stumble forward and hover above me on the bed. We moved at the same time, our lips crashing, our tongues battling, our hands clutching.
Lark was groaning and tugging at my hair, driving me wild as my lips moved across his jaw to his ear.
“Take this off,” he said as he helped lift my shirt over my shoulders and then made fast work of removing his own and depositing both on the floor. His chest was lean but muscular, his skin smooth and hairless, a total dancer’s body.
He looked down at me with hungry eyes and parted lips, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening either. I felt pinpricks across my skin when his fingertips grazed my chest, then circled each nipple, even the hair there tingling.
“How does this feel?” he asked, and before I could even form an answer, his tongue licked a path from one side to the other.
“Holy hell.” I panted openly. “Nobody’s ever…”
My words turned into a deep moan when he fastened his mouth around a nipple and sucked. I felt his smile against my skin as his lips feathered a path to my throat. When our mouths aligned, my hands greedily held his face right where I wanted him. I had never been so turned on in my life.
His fingers brushed down my happy trail to the top of my waistband, and I trembled at the contact, so close yet not close enough to my dick. “This okay?”
“Fuck yes,” I replied before taking his mouth again.
When his hand groped the front of my pants, I held myself back from rocking forward and urging him on. I wanted him to touch me so badly.
“God, you’re so…” He sank down on top of me, and when our groins met, we both moaned. It was amazing to feel his hard length against mine, even through layers of fabric.
“Might lose it any minute now,” I panted into his mouth, barely hanging on as he rutted against me in a slow grind.
“Let’s get rid of these pants.” He sat back on his heels as our fingers worked together to shove my khakis and underwear down my hips. Lark’s gaze seemed transfixed on my cock as it jutted upward against my stomach.