Page 53 of Ricochet

Not that I think I’d mind.

Stone lowers his head and licks a hot stripe up my throat, no doubt tasting salt and sweat. His chest rumbles against mine before he’s sliding down, tongue moving in a winding path against my feverish skin. When he swirls our cum around my abs, scooping the combination into his mouth, my soft cock twitches.

He peers up at me and licks his lips. “So fucking good.”

I can’t do anything but sigh, fucking wrecked inside and out.

“Don’t move.”

Like I could right now anyway.

He crawls off the bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear the water turn on, but everything sounds a little fuzzy.

When Stone returns, his dick is tucked back into his boxers, his jeans still open. He takes the wet washcloth in his hand and cleans up the mess left on my stomach, carefully wiping it all away while I let my heavy eyes graze down his body.

“Thanks,” I mutter tiredly.

I could probably use another shower, but I doubt my legs are capable of holding me up right now. I can barely manage to push myself back against the pillows and get the covers over me while Stone returns to the bathroom.

On his way back, he pauses at the foot of my bed and throws me a small smile before turning off the lamp on the desk.

I listen while he strips off his jeans and climbs into his own bed.

I frown up at the ceiling when I realize I want him inthisbed with me. But I wouldn’t let him kiss me. I can’t let him sleep beside me either.

“Goodnight, Callum.”

“Goodnight, Stone,” I whisper into the darkness.

We’re back home. Even afteronly two days sleeping in the same room as Callum, my apartment feels kind of empty.

He was awake before me yesterday morning. Showered, dressed, and packed before I had even crawled out of bed. Before he walked out the door, he threw a little smile at me over his shoulder.

He really does confuse the fuck out of me.

It seemed like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. But…he doesn’t hate me anymore?

I don’t fucking know.

Whatever’s going on with him, all I know is that I can’t get him out of my head. I got myself off when I got home last night and again in the shower this morning to the memory of his cock in my mouth, of him writhing and moaning beneath me.

Fuck, I wanted his lips too.

I don’t know if it’ll ever happen again. But I really fucking want it to.

I want him again. I want all of him.

I’m so far past obsessed at this point.

I’ve only ever fallen into an obsession once in my life, and a lot of people died as a result of it. A lot ofbadpeople, but still.

I’m not sure what that says about Callum’s fate.

Entering the science building, I head down the hallway toward the anatomy class we share. Callum’s already in his usual seat, and I’m not surprised to see his sketchbook open on the desk in front of him.

Coming up behind him, I lean down and whisper close to his ear. “Is this seat taken?”

A shiver visibly courses through him, and I grin.

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