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She mumbles an affirmative with a mouth full of cock. I carefully support her head and guide her mouth with one hand while I brush a thumb over her nipple with the free one. Cammie moans and grabs her other breast, squeezing aggressively.

I have a plan though, and I’m hoping like fuck I can execute it, because if it works it’ll be hot as fuck. Cammie is small, I’m tall, so in theory it should be doable. I adjust my grip on the back of her head, making sure it’s secure before I slide my hand down her stomach and dip between her legs. I’m rewarded with another moan.

She grabs my leg as I slide a single finger inside her and tips her head back further, taking another inch of cock. I add another finger. She moans and digs her fingers into my leg. I pull my hips back until the head appears. “Is this okay?”

“Yes please, more,” she pants.

“You’re a fucking miracle, Cammie.” She’s a fucking vision. Cammie’s head balanced in my palm as I fuck her mouth, my fingers buried in her tight, sweet pussy. Her legs start to shake, and she moans her way through an orgasm. I remove my fingers, pull out of her mouth, and quickly reposition myself so I’m straddling her torso. Cammie slides down the bed and props herself on her elbows. I hold her head and slide back inside.

“I’m going to come soon,” I warn.

And just like last time, she grabs my ass and pulls me deep. Her wide eyes lock on mine, full of primal satisfaction.

The orgasm slams through me and I groan her name, longand loud…probably louder than I should. I carefully pull out and rearrange us on the bed so she’s lying on my chest. “Can I stay in your room tonight?”

Cammie kisses the edge of my jaw. “Yeah, you can sleep over.”

I’m pretty sure I’m already falling for her.

CHAPTER 20

CAMMIE

I’m supposed to be writing my English paper. And finishing the creative writing submission with the looming deadline that’s creeping up on me like a bad wedgie. It’s amazing how time speeds up when things are due and all those weeks I had disappear one at a time. Since Chase became my boyfriend I’ve been to a couple of hockey parties. They’re still a little overwhelming, but I’m getting to know his teammates, and he’s been a lot better about making sure I feel included.

Tonight we’re studying, though. Or we’re supposed to be. But Chase is lying on my bed, shirtless, wearing black joggers, with his biology textbook propped on his glorious abs. So I obviously started a chapter about Arwen seducing Aragorn as he was trying to decode an ancient scroll while Legolas was out hunting for dinner.

Chase is deeply focused on his textbook. Occasionally uncapping his highlighter with his teeth and marking an important passage. I’ve learned over the past few weeks that Chase is passionate about hockey, school, and my vagina. He’s smart and nerds out over anything science related. And he’s so hot it should be illegal. He’s also exceptionallygood at giving me orgasms and looks unbelievably sexy when he’s focused on making me feel good. Every time I look at him, my pulse races, and my stomach twists in the most incredible way.

I roll my chair back. Chase continues to study like the good boy he is. I pull my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. He continues to read, lips moving while he scans the page. I shove my jogging pants and underwear down my legs. He still doesn’t notice. I cross over to the bed and straddle his hips.

He startles and his eyes go wide. “Holy fuck.” He tosses his textbook on the floor, gaze raking over my naked form on a hot sweep.

“Hi.”

His wide, warm palms glide up my thighs. “You’re naked.”

“I was hot.” I smooth my hands over his bare chest.

“You sure fucking are.” His fingers skim the edge of my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine as his palm curves around the back of my neck and he pulls my mouth to his.

Mission Seduce Chase accomplished. Before he and I were forced together as unlikely roommates, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d ever get naked in a fully lit room to get my boyfriend’s attention. But Chase makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

He quickly flips us over and settles in the cradle of my hips. He props himself up on one elbow, hand still cradling my head while we make out and I roll my hips. Eventually he breaks the kiss. “I’m going to go say hi to precious for a little while, okay?”

I nod. “Yes, please, we’d love that.”

His grin turns downright lascivious as he kisses a path over my chest, stopping at my nipples, before he goes lower. His broad shoulders nudge my legs apart and he licks me, groaning as he sucks my clit. I run my hands through his thick hair and grip the strands as I cant my hips. Even though there’s music playing in the background, I shove a pillow over my face when the orgasm hits to muffle my moans.

Chase kisses his way back up my body and I wrap myself around him, exploring his mouth, turned on by the taste of myself on his tongue. I push his joggers over his hips to free his erection and the shaft slides over my clit.

“Ah fuck.” Chase buries his face against my neck. “You feel so fucking good, Cammie.” He gently bites his way along my jaw to my lips. “So hot and soft and wet.”

I tip my hips on his next roll and he slides low, the blunt head pressing against my opening. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist. He pushes up on his arm, questions in his eyes.

His thumb sweeps along the side of my neck. “Cammie, baby?”

I clench at the pet name. “I want to if you want to,” I whisper, suddenly really fucking nervous.

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