Page 78 of Study Buddies

He chuckled. “That’s okay. You don’t need to say anything at all for this next part.”

My speech returned. “Next part?” Did he mean Sunday night?

“You’re going to give me a preview of what you sound like when you come. Every gasp. Every whimper. Every moan. Right now, Victoria. Fake an orgasm for me—and make it good.”

My mouth gaped open. Surely he wasn’t serious?

His blue eyes met mine and my heart pounded in my chest. God, he was serious.

“You know what to say if you don’t want to do it,” he said softly. “But I think you’ll like it. And I know I will.”

Trying to keep up with a guy this cocky, arrogant, and let’s face it—sexy, was an exercise in futility. There was no way I was going to perform on cue. I’d probably sound stupid, anyway. But god, my senses were heightened, and my muscles tensed—the way they did during the buildup to an actual orgasm. Not that I’d ever had what I’d consider to be a mind-blowing orgasm. And certainly not one in the presence of another person.

“It’s easy,” Kyle said. “Just think of me. Think of all the things I could do with you. Dotoyou. I know you’ve thought about it before.”

I had… but in the privacy of my own room. And my own head. Not out loud for someone else to hear.

“I’m waiting.”

I wanted to tell him that he could wait forever, as far as I was concerned. That he could take his cocky attitude and shove it where the sun didn’t shine. But instead, I drew in a deep, shuddery breath. And then let it out slowly.

“Close your eyes,” Kyle said softly.

I obeyed, and the world fell away. The road. The truck. All other concerns. Instead, I focused on my body, breathing in deeply as warmth flooded me. In my mind, he was there. Naked. Hovering over me as I lay in bed.Hisbed, I realized. I’d visualized the bed I first slept in at their house rather than the one I currently used.

This time, there was a small moan when I exhaled.

I pictured him staring at me. Those blue eyes hungry. The arrogant twitch of his lips as he decides how hard he’s going to make me come—and how many times.

I drew in a sharp breath and moaned again. His knee would be between my legs—near the spot where his hand strayed on movie night. Except he wouldn’t stop there. He’d press it against my slit and the delicious pressure would make me squirm and moan.

Both of which I was doing now.

My breathing grew more ragged, the sound of it filling the car. It was like a circle… I was getting turned on, so my breathing got louder—but my breathing getting louder was turning me on.

“Moan for me, baby.” His voice was low and rumbly.

Kyle’s voice should have made me jump, but it didn’t. It floated in my ears and shot past my hardened nipples. Straight to where the blood was pounding between my legs.

A whimper escaped my lips, and even though I had my eyes closed, I knew this was turning me on. It sure as hell was turning me on.

I sucked in a sharp breath of air and moaned again, my voice low and throaty, and I felt Kyle shift in the seat next to me.

This was getting to me. The moans. The whimpers. The breathing. I didn’t know why, but it was getting me so damn aroused.

Except I did know why. Because he was listening.

He was so over-the-top sexy… the way he teased me. His smirk. The confidence he had on the baseball field.

My breath came out in little whimpers. Faster and faster.

He was arrogant, and sometimes I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, but he was also hot as hell. I’d never known a sexier man.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

I bit my lip as chills filled my body. My muscles grew rigid, but it felt so good. Almost like the real thing.

“Louder,” he growled, and I obeyed. My gasps filled the cab of the truck, my breaths shallow and rapid. I moaned again, my blood thundering through my body, almost as if he was really touching me.

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