Page 19 of Forever We Fall

“Past this threshold, you don’t run the show. I do.”

He snorts. “You’re like thirteen.”

“Fifteen.” Sixteen soon. I don’t tell him. It doesn’t matter. “Age has nothing to do with it. It’s dominance. I will dominate. You will submit. Or you can leave.” I unlock the door. “After all, I didn’t invite you in. You invited yourself.”

I leave him in the hallway and toss my book bag under the desk. He’s in and closing the door before I turn around. The lock snicks, and he’s on me, invading my space. His mouth rushes in, set for mine.

“Whoa there, Romeo.” I grab his face into my palms and ease him back. “If you want to kiss me, I have a better place for you to do it.”

“What?”

“On your knees.” My index finger and gaze point at the floor.

His eyes go wide, and he stares at me. Disbelief colors his cheeks. There’s lust there too.

“I’m sure you envisioned how this would go, but?—”

“Didn’t you?” He seems to be at war with himself. His gaze simmers, and his pants tent. He also rubs a hand over his short beard, trying to piece together his shattered notions of this rendezvous.

No, actually. Someone else features in my fantasies. And in them, I’m the one happily dropping to my knees.

“I don’t have to envision.” I straighten, only meeting his chin. “I know how it’ll go.”

“You sure are cocky.” The playfulness returns to his voice. The flirtation. He’s beginning to see how good it can be to lose control.

“You have no idea. If you want to find out.” I gesture to the floor in front of my feet.

“I’ve never…” He blinks at my feet.

“Sucked dick? Yeah, me neither.” But I’ve had mine sucked. Quite a lot. Kendra had many friends.

“We could do other stuff,” Nate offers.

“It’s okay.” I give him a wink and look at the door. “Maybe I’ll see you at the game later.”

“Wait.” Nate drops to his knees.

I take a step back. “I like domination, Nate, not coercion. Get up.”

A swallow works his thick throat. I can envision it now. My length plowing deep enough to gag him. I can almost hear his moans.

He licks his lips and eyes my crotch. His mouth opens to speak, but three heavy knocks on the door launches him to his feet. His cheeks are red as though we’ve done something wrong.

“Yeah?” I call out.

Nate looks at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. Panic throws a parade in his eyes.

My eyes don’t waste time on him. They find the defiant crack between the bathroom door and the jamb expanding, and then Mr. Judge’s stunning face appears in the widening gap. There’s malice in his gaze.

“Uh, so, like I was saying, great job at practice.” Nate tosses over his shoulder and scrambles for the door.

“Thanks.” I hop onto my bed and recline back as he fumbles with the lock and finally escapes, hastily slamming the door in his wake.

Reclining on two pillows, I stare expectantly at my suitemate. A cloud of doom and gloom hangs over his head as usual. The difference is now lightning flashes and thunder rolls. His anger gives life to his features. It highlights the newfound thickness in his neck, the blunt cut of his jaw, and the depth of his eyes.

My chuckle is light. It masks the lump in my throat and the fire in my veins, rushing toward my cock. “Lock that door for me.”

His gaze narrows. He’s lost his jacket, shoes, and his belt. His sleeves are rolled up his wide forearms.

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