Page 64 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

She bites her bottom lip, and I can actually see her defenses coming back up. I turn her chin roughly so she’s facing me. “Stay here, with me. Not locked up in your head.”

“I don’t know what to say to your compliments. Makes me feel like I’m being set up for something. I’m not … not used to compliments.”

“Try saying nothing or saying something nice back,” I advise.

She shoves me slightly. “That’ll just inflate your ego more. You don’t need the help.”

“You’re right.” I run my nose over hers.

I want to know she actually cares about me, though. She said she hypothetically likes me more than for sex, but here we are, curled up in her bed, and she’s gone quiet on me. I need assurance. And I should probably start sharing, too.

“Sky,” I whisper.

She grips my shirt and pulls me closer.Oh, I know, baby. Anytime we’re this close, I feel hunger and need pulse through me. I’m hot all over, with the threat of ecstasy teasing my veins. I take a ragged breath and try to draw back a little.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow with some of my friends? You’ll have an ‘x’ on your hand since it’s at a bar, but I’d really like to … to have you there.”

She considers it, then nods slowly. “I don’t have any other plans.”

What am I going to do with her? All of these half commitments. I rub over her bottom lip with my thumb. “All you have to say is yes.”

“I’ll say what I want! You know what I mean,” she argues.

“It’s the emotion behind it that matters to me, missy,” I whisper.

“Iwantto kiss you,” she says. “A lot.”

I groan and give in, kissing her hungrily, I pet her hair and down her neck as I kiss her again and again. We have some making up to do, timewise now. Sky rubs herself against me and kisses across my neck when I release her mouth.

“Sky,” I warn.

She wiggles her hips against mine. I shake my head despite the fact I’m actively trying to keep my face in check, so I don’t smile. “You are not allowed.”

“I thought making up involved a sexual component,” she whispers against my neck. “Don’t you want to teach me that?”

She is not allowed to say things like that. It’s not fair. It gets me hard right away and distracts me from the conversation I’m trying to have with her. Her hand brushes over my cock, even through my jeans, and I let out a ragged breath.

“Fuck. Focus.”

“I am.” She licks up my neck. “On you.”

“You have a hurt hand.”

“I don’t need my hands.”

“Fucking hell, woman.” I roll on top of her and see her giggling. She tries twice to get my pants off, then gets frustrated. Yeah, her finger’s swollen and painful and not being able to use it means she can’t get the button undone. I nod. “Behave until your finger is the normal size.”

“If you’d help-”

I kiss her, just kiss her, sliding my hand into her tangled mess of hair and my other arm around her tightly, so her arms are glued to her sides. She mumbles against my mouth at first, then gives in, returning the kiss and calming down, just like I need.

This time, when I let her go, I peck her nose. “When you’re not injured, you can use me however you want – sexually speaking.”

“Promise?” Her eyes stay on me.

“I thought you liked me for more than my dick.”

“Yeah, but I like your dick, too.” She flops over to hide her face after that statement. I take a slow breath, reminding myself Sky is new to relationships, sex, flirting, fucking, all of it.

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