Page 206 of Well Played

I meet her gaze and electricity zings between us. Watts and his question disappear for a minute and it’s just Camille and me. Camille, with her big brown eyes and soft lips, curved in just the tiniest smile.

Through the fog, I hear Watts’s voice. “Mr. Rochet? We’re waiting.”

Thank fuck for Patrick, who swoops into the discussion. “It feels like he’s an unreliable narrator, basically gaslighting the reader into being complicit.”

Look at you, Cap, being all well-read.He fist-bumps me while some other girl up front chimes in, talking about how Humbert has all the markers of a sociopath.

Somehow, Watts has lost control of the class. His chicken-thigh lips curl as more and more people share opinions. You’d think he would be happy that we’re all participating, but he seems upset about the loss of control as much as our slant on his sacred text. I don’t doubt that there’ll be hell to pay for this little rebellion we’re pulling, but I can’t find it in me to care. A couple more weeks and Patrick, Camille and I will all be free of this bullshit.

I glance her way again, but her head is down. I try not to be disappointed.

A minute later, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Camille: I didn’t know you were so passionate about Nabokov.

Me: I have hidden depths.

Camille: Interested in showing them to me? Later today?

…and just like that, I’m sporting a semi. I can’t thumb my response fast enough.

Me: I’m free after this class. Want to see my place?

Camille:

I have no idea what happens for the rest of class because I’ve pretty much done nothing but stare at the bare skin that’s just visible on the back of Camille’s neck. How is it possible for that single spot to be so erotic?

“Rochet. Earth to Rochet. You okay, man?”

It takes me a second to realize Patrick’s talking to me. “Yeah, Cap. Sorry, I must have zoned out.”

I blink a couple of times to come back to reality, realizing that everyone’s packing up. Class must be over. My eyes follow Camille as she gets her things together and walks up the aisle toward me.

He frowns, but that quickly changes to a smirk when he tracks where I’m looking. “Let me guess…You’re skipping the weight room?”

Camille’s almost reached us and I can’t help but smile in her direction. She smiles back and I swear fucking butterflies take flight in my stomach.

Patrick shakes his head. “You’ve got it bad. You two kids have fun…just remember to wrap it up.” He chuckles and claps me on the shoulder before heading out.

Camille stands in the aisle, shifting from foot to foot and I want to devour her whole. Instead, I grab her hand and tug herout of the classroom and down the hallway toward sunlight. And my bed.

“William,” she laughs, Converse squeaking on the tile floor, “slow down!”

I veer into a stairwell and under the staircase where it’s dark and cool, then back her up against the wall. Caging her in between my arms, I drop my head until my forehead rests against hers. “Slowing down isn’t an option.” I slowly press my body to hers, letting her feel what she does to me, grabbing at her hips to bring them flush against my erection. “I’m trying hard to control myself.”

She slides her arms around my neck and plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. My cock jumps at the touch of her cool hands and I can’t help but bury my face in her hair. Breathing her lavender and vanilla shampoo, I find a spot just below her ear and suck it gently. I want to be careful with this girl. Slower. More deliberate. I want her under me. Over me. And when we’re done, I want to start all over again.

She arches her neck toward my mouth. “Control is overrated, don’t you think?” She palms me through my joggers, then reaches under the waistband to softly trace a finger over the tip of my cock. Electricity pops along every nerve ending at her barely-there touch skittering over my skin as she reaches deeper and strokes me from base to tip.

“Cam—” I groan against her neck.

“Shhh. Can you be quiet, William?” She pulls her hand back, only to grab my hand and tug me further underneath the staircase. When she’s satisfied no one can see us from the doorway, she drops to her knees and uses both hands to pull my pants and boxer briefs lower on my hips. I’d feel exposed if I wasn’t already going up in flames from the almost feral look in her eyes.

My eyes go wide as she licks me. I want to savor the incredible feeling of her tongue on me, lips moving up and down my length, but it’s like my brain has short-circuited. All I can do is watch her bob gently, slicking saliva down my shaft until she takes me into her wet, warm mouth.

A shudder moves through me and I have to close my eyes as she takes me deeper. My hands move to my pants, replacing hers and knuckling the fabric tightly. It’s the only thing keeping me from grabbing her hair and fucking her face.

Her fingers trace beneath my shirt, pinching my abs, before skating around my side to grab my ass. Her other hand slides between my legs and cups my balls. I jolt forward, surging into her mouth, while seeing white flashes behind my eyes. It’s everything I can do to keep my moans to myself and try to keep my movements gentle.

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